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#vent#periodical life updates#OUGHGKJHR IM SO FUCKIGN TIRED!!! i did my two final projects and one of them was late but god fucjgign whatever and i look at my stupid#canvas calendar and apparently while i was doing that i missed two other assignments and discussion boards and im SO TFIGIFJNNG TIRED#I CANT WORK ANYMORE I CANT DO THIS ANYMORE IM SO TIRED. THEY'RE JUST THERE AND THE DEADLINES WERE WRONG AND ITS SO MUCH.#AND IT NEVER FCKING STOPS AND /GODDAMNIT I JUST REALIZED I MISSED DAILY ECA/ FCKGIGJNG SHT OF COURSE I DID GOD#I NEVER HAVE TIME ANYMORE I NEVER GET TO DO WHAT I WANT AND IM SO ANGRY. WHY WAS I FORCED TO DO FOUR CLASSES. I CANT DO FOUR CLASSES.#theres too much goddamn work and i cant do it!! i have two more essays! i have two discussion boards for environmental and another for a#different class and more assignments on top of that AND WHEN CAN EVERYONE SHUT UP AND STOP I DONT CARE ANYMORE I WANT TO BE DONE#AND THIS ISNT EVEN DONE!! BECAUSE I HAVE TO DO MORE FCKING CLASSES IF EVERYONE WANTS ME TO BE A COMPUTER FCKING SCIENCE MAJOR SO BADLY#AND MY SHT WONT TRANSFER AND WHAT DOES IT FCKING MATTER ANYMORE. IM EXHAUSTED AND ITS ALWAYS MORE WORK AND WHO FCKING CARES ANYMORE#IM SO FCIGJGN ANGRY I HATE COLLEGE I HATE THIS WHOLE SYSTEM AND IM SO TIRED ALL THE TIME AND I NEVER GET TO REST!! YOU THINK YOU'RE FINALLY#FINISHED AND THERES ALWAYS FCKIGNG MORE WHEN IS IT GOING TO BE OVER WHEN AM I DONE WHEN AM I /DONE!!!!/#i hate everything everything is bad and i cant even say the truth to anyone ever. no one fucking gets it. no one fucking talk to me anymore
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Summary:Â
Jamil overhears that Azul likes him.Â
What now?
Word Count: 5,479
Authorâs Note: Happy birthday, Azul! ^_^
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âGood morning, Jamil,â Azul said with his usual smile as he slid into the seat next to Jamil.
âHey.â Jamil looked away and maintained his deadpan expression.
Azul greeted him everyday in Alchemy class, and as much as he hated to admit it, Jamil had grown to look forward to it.
There were days when heâd be having a bad morning because of some stressful situation at Scarabia or with Kalim, and Azulâs greeting would calm him down.
Itâs like whenever Azul wished him to have a good morning, some part of him would feel compelled to do it.
Itâs because of that stupid smile.
For some reason, Azul never smiled like that except on those Alchemy mornings. Brighter and more relaxed, it was different from the usual businessman smile that he usually uses when talking with other people. Maybe heâs always in a good mood in Alchemy because he excels in that class.
âWhat do you say, Jamil?â Azul asked him.
For a second, Jamilâs mind was blank. What was Azul talking about?
Then he realized that Professor Crewel had just assigned the class a project that theyâd have to do by pairs. He really should pay more attention in class.
He furrowed his eyebrows and tried to recall the instructions that their professor just said. They were supposed to brew a type of magical ink and make a simple moving drawing from it.
âWould you like to be partners?â Azul continued. âIâm familiar with magical ink since I use some form of it for my contracts. In fact, I have a pen in my pencil case right now with that ink.â
âThe ink can move?â Jamil asked in mild surprise. That was advanced magic even for him.
âIndeed it can. But Iâve never needed permanently moving ink, so the best I have is ink that moves for only a few seconds upon drawing. Watch.â
Azul took out a pen and made a quick doodle on the corner of Jamilâs notebook; it was a simple drawing of a parrot, barely bigger than Jamilâs thumb.
It spread its wings and glided around the margins before settling down at the top of the page, perched above todayâs date scrawled in Jamilâs handwriting. Like it had always been there.
And it always will be. Azul had just given him a parrot.
He shut his notebook and moved it aside, willing himself to focus on their project.
âSure, we can pair up again.â They always paired up in Alchemy, sometimes they didnât even need to ask, theyâd just instinctively work together.
âExcellent,â Azul smiled and turned his attention back to Professor Crewel.
***
âSea Snake!â Floyd approached him as they all stood out in the field waiting for Flight class to start. âCan I borrow your textbook for Magical History? I left mine in my bedroom and I gotta run to Magical History right after this.â
Jamil raised an eyebrow, it wasnât the first time that Floyd had asked to borrow one of his textbooks, but everyone knew how strict Professor Trein was these days because of the upcoming exams.
Especially for Floyd who has had multiple instances of forgetting things for class, Jamil would have thought that heâd be more careful. Though it wasnât really surprising that Floyd wouldnât be afraid of a little extra scolding.
âI need it for my homework tonight,â Jamil answered. âWhy donât you ask Jade or Azul to lend you their textbook?â
âThey left theirs at Octavinelle too because they don't need it today, but I saw yours in your bag just now when you put your hoodie in there! Can I borrow it, pleeeeeeeaaase?â Floyd asked hopefully, putting his hands together in front of him. âIâll return it to you when classes end so you can still do your homework."
It's so surreal seeing Floyd's vastly differing personalities sometimes. Jamil knew how terrifying he could be, but there were times like these when he's almost like a little kid.
"Can I borrow it, can I borrow it?" Floyd stared at him with what he could only describe as puppy eyes.
Jamil sighed. If he didnât lend Floyd his textbook, the tall eel would probably bully another student to get theirs. Then it would be a big mess if he tried to squeeze them.
âFine,â Jamil relented to maintain the peace in their class.
âYay! Youâre the best snakey around!â Floyd hugged him tightly with one arm and ruffled his hair with his other hand.
âAlright, alright,â Jamil cringed and pushed Floyd away with his textbook.
A shrill whistle signaled the start of class, and they all hurried to the center of the field with their brooms.
âListen up,â Coach Vargas began. âWeâll be practicing turns today, so I want you all to fly five laps circling the field. Iâll be grading you based on your speed, altitude, balance, and how well you swerve your brooms. Those who get a grade lower than B would stay for an extra 20 minutes of practice.â
Groans and murmurs sounded among the students. It was a cloudless day and the sun was glaring down on them; no one was happy about the idea of an extra 20 minutes.
Coach Vargas waited for the chatter to die down, then he started the time and blew the whistle.
Brooms flew into the air at varying heights and speed. Jamil looked down, and sure enough, Azul was struggling to get his broom off the ground.
Jamil sighed and decided on how he would perform his flying.
After the timer ended, Coach Vargas blew the whistle again and told them all to come down.
There were a few grunts as some of them landed roughly on the ground, including Jade and Azul.
Coach Vargas looked at his list and announced the names of those who would stay for the extra 20 minutes.
âViper, what happened to you today?â Coach Vargas asked after he read Jamilâs name on the list.
âSorry, Coach. I wasnât very focused.â Jamil replied.
âDonât be complacent just because you usually do well in this class,â Coach Vargas reminded him. âYou need to keep both your mind and your muscles strong!â
Coach dismissed the rest of them, and a handful of the class remained.
âViper, help Ashengrotto with his flying again,â Coach told him, just as he expected. âMaybe teaching someone will help you remember the techniques.â
âYes sir,â he replied and walked over to Azul who didnât look happy about it.
âWhat do you want as payment?â Azul asked immediately, not wanting to be taught for free but also knowing that they couldnât refuse an order from Coach Vargas.
âJust lend me your History notes again,â Jamil said.
Azul raised an eyebrow. âThatâs also what you asked for last time. Do you even need those notes? I donât seem to remember you struggling with History at all.â
âDoes it matter?â Jamil asked impatiently.
âOf course it does,â Azulâs frown deepened. âItâs not really a favor if itâs useless to you.â
Jamil rolled his eyes. There really was no convincing Azul of letting him help without thinking of favors.
âFine,â Jamil said. âTell Floyd to always remember to bring his textbooks so he doesnât keep borrowing mine.â
âHm, Iâm not sure if reminders would do much good since itâs Floyd weâre talking about," Azul furrowed his eyebrows thoughtfully. "But I shall do my best."
After several minutes, Azul managed to lift himself from the ground relatively smoothly. Jamil hovered nearby to explain the correct posture, but Azul was so nervous that he didn't seem to understand him.
At his fourth turn, it was too abrupt and he slipped off his broom, hurtling to the ground headfirst from 12 feet in the air.
Jamil's eyes widened and he maneuvered his broom into a nosedive, summoning a cushion of wind with his Magic Pen just in time to catch Azul a few inches from the ground.
"Nice catch, Viper!" Coach Vargas grinned from where he was standing several feet away.
Jamil's face burned at the stares he got. He appreciated the praise but did Coach really have to announce it to the entire class?
He got rid of the wind and Azul fell to the ground with a grunt.
Jamil smoothly got down from his broom and sighed. "Can you even hear my instructions up there?"
"Hearing and executing are two very different things," Azul clumsily stood up and straightened his glasses. "And if youâre so knowledgeable, what was with your performance earlier? You were dreadful. I've never seen you fly that badly before."
"I was just tired," Jamil lied. "And being held back for this 20 minutes thing turned out to be helpful anyway."
Azul narrowed his eyes suspiciously, but the whistle sounded before he could ask any more questions, to Jamil's relief.
"Okay, thatâs 20 minutes!â Coach Vargas announced. âRest your muscles for now, and next week weâll be doing this again until all of you can turn smoothly!â
The class was dismissed, and Jamil made his way to the Hall of Mirrors, mentally reviewing what time heâd be helping Kalim with his homework and when heâd do his own studying. Hopefully Floyd would return his textbook as soon as possible.
***
Jamil pushed open the doors of Mostro Lounge, looking around for that Leech that didnât return his textbook. Again. It had been more than two hours since classes had ended, but there wasnât even a text from Floyd about when heâd return it. He wasnât answering Jamilâs calls either. Luckily he had mentioned that morning that he had a shift at Mostro Lounge after classes, so Jamil knew that heâd be here. Unless he didnât show up to work.
Jamil asked a waiter that passed by, and he was told that Floyd was most likely in Azulâs office with Jade, since they usually had their budget meetings around this time. Jamil wondered if he should just wait for their meeting to be over; Azul might not appreciate being interrupted.
But he had told Azul in Flight class that Floyd borrowed his textbook anyway, and Floyd might be more motivated to return it immediately if he asked for it while Azul was in the room.
He made his way to Azulâs office, and he was about to knock when he heard what sounded like muffled shouting from the other side of the door. Maybe he should just wait for their meeting to be over. If those three were in the middle of arguing, he didnât want to get caught in the crossfire.
Then he heard Floydâs voice, raised loudly enough for him to understand the words, âJust tell âim you like him!â
Jamil raised an eyebrow. Was Floyd talking to Jade or Azul?
It shouldnât matter, but if he left now without at least knowing the answer to that one, he knew heâd be wondering about it for the rest of the day.
Against his better judgment, he looked behind him to make sure that the corridor was empty, and pressed his ear against the door.
âWhy are we talking about this now?â Azulâs exasperated voice said. âThese are work hours, and I would like the both of you to focus.â
Jamilâs stomach dropped. So Floyd was talking to Azul. But who could he be referring to? Jamilâs mind started running through a mental list of who Azul might have feelings for.
Riddle? He and Azul were on the same wavelength when it came to talking about academics. Though Riddle seemed to be dating Trey.
Could it be Idia somehow? They were pretty close, theyâre even in the same club and probably spend a lot of time together.
âYou took Jadeâs advice this morning!â Floyd complained, ignoring Azulâs remark about their work hours. âWhy donâtcha take my advice this time?â
âOh, he took my advice?â Jadeâs voice sounded surprised.
âYeah, I saw Azul give him that gift, like you told him to,â Floyd answered.
Jamil frowned. Azul Ashengrotto, who was always a stickler for evening out favors, just gave a giftâa free and definitely not paid thingâto that person he liked? Who the hell was that guy?
âWhat was it?â Jade asked curiously.
âIt doesnât matter,â Azul sounded tired, like he had given up on trying to get the twins to leave him alone on the subject. âHe didnât like it anyway.â
Azulâs gift was rejected. Jamil wondered what it could have been; surely a gift from someone like Azul would be expensive or fancy. Maybe the guy was one of their richer classmates, someone who could afford to turn their nose up at such a gift.
Of course Azul would be attracted to someone rich.
Jamil cursed himself; he shouldnât have listened in the first place. This was none of his business, and all he achieved was make himself angry. At himself for being nosy, at the guy for not liking the gift, at Floyd for that stupid textbook. He had decided to just borrow someone elseâs textbook so he could leave the Lounge, but once again Floydâs voice caught his attention.
âIt was a parrot,â Floyd said.
Jamil froze in place, unsure if he had heard correctly.
âA parrot?â Jade sounded confused.
âA drawing of one,â Azul clarified, and Jamil suddenly felt his heart beating in his chest. âI wasnât going to give him an actual parrot, what excuse could I possibly have for that?â
Jamil was feeling lightheaded. Did Azul give a parrot drawing to someone else that day orâŠ
âA real parrot wouldâve been much cooler,â Floyd pointed out. âYou came up with an excuse for the drawing.â
âWhich was much easier since I had read ahead on the syllabus and knew which task Professor Crewel would assign us next,â Azul countered. âComing up with an excuse for a feathery talking animal in the classroom would have been an entirely different thing.â
âWhatâs your excuse for not just telling him you like him, huh?â Floydâs voice suddenly rose again.
âUnhand me!â With the way Azulâs voice wobbled, it seemed like Floyd was shaking him by the shoulders or something to that effect.
âIt looks like this budget meeting has reached its conclusion,â Jade said in amusement. âWe can continue it next week. Floyd and I will be returning to the kitchen now.â
âYes, get out,â Azul said irritably.
Too late, Jamil realized what was about to happen. He took a step back and prepared to run, but the door swung open and he was face to face with Jade.
âJamil,â Jadeâs eyebrows were lifted in surprise.
âSea Snake!â Floyd was grinning behind Jade. âWe were just talkinâ about you!â
Jamil looked over Floydâs shoulder and saw that Azul was staring at him in horrified realization, his face drained of all color.
Azul raised his Magic Pen and an invisible force pulled the twins back inside and the door slammed shut.
Jamil stared at it for a second, then turned back down the corridor, trying not to walk too fast so as not to attract attention as he made his way back to the Hall of Mirrors and into his dorm room, where he shut the door and leaned against it.
He took a few breaths to calm himself, and a single chuckle of disbelief escaped his throat.
Azul⊠Azul liked him.
Azul liked him back.
Yeah, there was no use denying his own feelings now. Not when he could barely suppress the smile forming on his face after everything he just heard.
In his mind, he could vividly see that parrot soaring gracefully around the page of his notebook.
***
Jamil kept fidgeting with the strings of his hoodie on the way to Alchemy the next day. Heâd had Defensive Magic and Music with Azul already, but they didnât normally interact in those classes, so he couldnât tell whether Azul was avoiding him or not.
He didnât have any other classes with Jade and Floyd today, and Alchemy would be the first class where heâd see all three of them. He had no idea how any of them felt about him overhearing their conversation yesterday, and he wasnât sure how to act around them.
âSea Snake!â Floyd arrived at the classroom door the same time he did. âHere ya go.â
Floyd took out the textbook from his bag and handed it to him, not even mentioning the fact that he was supposed to have returned it yesterday.
âSo what do you think?â Floyd asked.
âAbout what?â Jamil furrowed his eyebrows, putting the textbook in his backpack.
âAbout Azul liking you.â Floyd spoke with a straight face, as if he was just asking what Jamil thought about the cafeteriaâs menu.
âUmâŠâ Jamil felt his face heating up. He definitely didnât expect to be questioned like that.
âHey, youâre blushing!â Floyd grinned. âThatâs good, right?â
âFloyd,â Jade walked from down the hall and approached them, smiling politely. âRemember what Azul said about not talking to Jamil about it?â
âBut thatâs boring! I wanna know what Sea Snake thinks!â
âWhy doesnât Azul want you to talk about it?â Jamil frowned.
He had half-expected the twins to threaten him in some way and make sure that he didnât tell anyone else what he had overheard; not talking about it at all didnât seem like their usual style.
âHe didnât want you to think that we were threatening you to feel the same way about him. Itâs rare to see Azul offer much consideration for the feelings of others, so I would like to oblige him this time,â Jade smiled. âAnyway, class is about to start. We best go in before we anger Professor Crewel with our tardiness.â
Jamil just stared as Jade led a pouting Floyd into the classroom. That entire conversation with the twins felt like a rollercoaster, and Jamil felt even more nervous to face Azul. Though he wasnât exactly sure why.
He took a breath to calm himself and entered the room. Azul was already in his seat, reading from a textbook while jotting down notes.
âPuppies, settle down.â Professor Crewel arrived just as Jamil sat down next to Azul. âYou will only have three days to brew the potion. There is room for mistakes today since itâs only the first day, but I strongly advise you to keep the errors to a minimum. Itâs a challenging potion and three days is not as much time as you think.â
After some safety reminders on how to handle the cauldron and ingredients, Professor Crewel instructed them to begin.
âIâve done some research on the potion,â Azul said next to him. âIt is often the base for paints used in moving portraits. Fortunately, we donât have to make anything as complicated, though the information I gathered would help significantly in figuring out how to make the ink stable and relatively waterproof.â
Pretend like nothing happened. That was Azulâs plan. Fine, he could go with that.
What was he expecting, anyway? That Azul would ask him out?
A feeling that was dangerously close to disappointment rose up in his chest, and he shoved it down and turned his attention to their project.
âYeah,â Jamil took out his own notes. âI did some reading myself, and I think we can finish stage 1 of the brewing today. I just havenât figured out yet how to make sure that the final product wouldnât be flammable, since a lot of the ingredients weâd be using can spark a fire.â
âPerhaps we can research more about that in the library later after class, and hopefully we find the information we need to stabilize the potion by stage 2,â Azul said.
So Azul wasnât avoiding him; he had no problem researching in the library with him like they often did for their Alchemy projects. But something still seemed a bit off with Azul, like he wasnât comfortable.
Jamil tried to figure out what it was as they poured and stirred their potion in the cauldron, and it wasnât until they successfully finished stage 1 that he realized what was different.
Azul never smiled.
Azul didnât greet him, he didnât even give any remarks about how well they work together, or how clever he was. There was no relaxed smile, no buttering up Jamil about how they should always be a team, no smug self-compliments. Not even the polite businessman smile he often wore. It was bothering Jamil, but he didnât think there was anything he could do about it.
They had settled into a quiet corner of the library and were in the middle of their research when Azul asked a question about yesterdayâs lesson. Jamil couldnât remember the answer, so he flipped the pages of his notebook to see his notes from yesterday.
They saw the parrot at the same time. Still perched on top of the page.
Azul averted his eyes, and he seemed to instinctively lean away from Jamil.
âHey,â Jamil began. He wanted to say that he didnât mind at all what he overheard, and that they could just keep pretending that he never heard it. âAbout yesterdayâŠâ
He couldnât get the words out, hesitation blocking his throat.
Was that really what he wanted? For them to pretend like nothing happened?
Azul tensed up and his face darkened. When he spoke, his tone was evenly measured. âIf youâre considering that information as blackmail material, I regret to inform you that most everyone in our class already knows about it, as well as a few upperclassmen, if Floyd is to be believed.â
âBlackmail?â Jamil was surprised at the accusation. âWait, what do you mean everyone knows?â
âWeâre here because I almost got beheaded by our Prefect today, okay?â Aceâs voice interrupted them as he walked past with the other Heartslabyul freshmen. âHe wasnât happy that I failed a quiz, so now we all gotta study if we donât want to put him in an even worse mood.â
They took seats at the table on the other side of the bookshelf nearby, obscuring them from Jamilâs view.
âHe was in a bad mood because of that Octavinelle. Floyd." One of the freshmen said. âNo matter how good our grades are, if Floyd always shows up to annoy our Prefect, heâd still be in a bad mood.â
âDo you think Floyd has a crush on him?â a different voice asked. âHeâs always looking for Prefect Riddleâs attention. Maybe itâs just an Octavinelle curse, to fall for someone who absolutely canât stand them,â he said with a mean laugh. âLike their Prefect Azul with Scarabiaâs Vice Prefect, right? Whatâs his name? Viper something?â
A chorus of laughter erupted from the group, with Aceâs voice trying to quiet them down.
âAh, it seems like the freshmen are aware of it as well.â A flash of hurt flickered across Azulâs face, but he quickly covered it up with a stoic mask.
Jamil tried to say somethingâanythingâbut his mouth felt like it was filled with sand.
âWeâll continue the research tomorrow,â Azulâs voice was colder than Jamil had ever heard from him. âWe have enough to finish stage 2.â
Azul quickly gathered his things and walked away to the exit.
âI said stop that!â Aceâs voice said sharply, followed by what sounded like a book hitting something hard.
âOw!â cried the freshman who asked if Floyd had a crush on Riddle. âThatâs my head, man!â
âYou donât know them at all,â Ace continued. âAnd your pea-sized brain doesnât hold a candle to the minds of those people youâre laughing at. So shut your mouth before I smack it with the book next.â
âOh yeah?â The freshmanâs chair scraped against the floor as he stood up. âYou wanna go, tough guy? Deuce isnât here to protect you!â
Another chair scraped the floor. âYou donât scare me, ass-face!â
âThatâs enough,â Jamil had walked up to their table and raised his voice to be heard above the yelling.
They all fell quiet, and some were staring at him in surprised recognition. Aceâs gaze flickered between Jamil and the other freshman, like he was wondering how much Jamil had heard.
âThis is a library, take your noisy fistfights outside.â Jamil glowered.
He looked at the freshman and walked closer, taking satisfaction in how he backed away in fear.
âThe nameâs Jamil Viper,â he stopped right in front of him. âAnd just so your pea-sized brain knows, I actually like Azul.â
Aceâs jaw dropped, but Jamil ignored it and went back to his table, hurriedly packing up his things and leaving.
***
âJamil,â Jade said in surprise when Jamil almost bumped into him on his way to the Hall of Mirrors.
âSorry,â Jamil said distractedly. He had just told a random group of freshmen that he liked Azul, something that he had never even said out loud before. And now he had just tossed it out there.
âIs everything alright? You look almost as bad as Azul did earlier when he informed me that he was going to take the day off from the Lounge.â
That snapped Jamil to his senses. With the way Jade was smiling at him knowingly, he had deliberately brought up that Azul was upset, probably to see how he would react.
Jamil just hoped that Jade wasnât expecting him to make Azul feel better, because he definitely had no idea how to do that.
Regardless, he heard himself asking, âWhere is he?â
âHe usually goes to the Music room whenever he wants to be alone, perhaps you can find him there,â Jade suggested.
âThanks,â Jamil nodded and turned back to go to the classrooms.
***
He found Azul exactly where Jade said he would be, playing a soft melody on the piano.
It was beautiful. Jamil had never heard him play before, and he was disappointed when Azul stopped to look at him.
âWhat are you doing here?â Azul asked.
âI was looking for you.â
âHow did you know I was here?â
âSomeone told me,â Jamil said vaguely.
âJade.â Azul narrowed his eyes, and Jamil could already see him scolding Jade about it later. âWhat do you want?â
âAce defended you,â Jamil replied, saying the only thing he could think of that might make Azul feel better. âAnd Floyd and Riddle. He hit that other guy in the head with a book. They almost had a fistfight right there in the library.â
Azul frowned and closed the lid of the piano. âWhy are you telling me this?â
Jamil shifted on his feet. âI dunno, you looked pretty upset earlier and I thought⊠you should at least know that.â
Azul returned his gaze cautiously. âDid Ace get hurt?â
Jamil was surprised to hear the concern in Azulâs voice. âNo, I stopped them before they could really fight.â
Azul nodded. âItâs a good thing that you were there, then. Ace has spirit but it does get him in trouble sometimes.â
âI didnât just do it for him,â Jamil heard himself say. âI⊠I didnât like what that guy said.â
Azul raised an eyebrow. âAbout what? Me? Since when did you care?â
Jamil bristled at that, and he blurted out the first example that came to mind. âI stayed behind in Flight class on purpose.â
Azul frowned. âI donât understand.â
âYesterday. You looked like you needed help, and none of our classmates are good at teaching. I performed badly on purpose, I knew Coach Vargas would tell me to help you if I was one of the those who had to stay behind.â
âWhy on earth would you do that?â Azul looked angry for some reason. âJust last week you had denied that weâre even friends.â
Jamil pursed his lips. He remembered that. Azul had been praising his knowledge about how to brew potions efficiently without wasting any ingredients.
âWith our minds combined, we could really be a great team, you know? Perhaps in time we could even be the best of friends.â
âWeâre not even regular friends right now, shut up.â
Azul had been leaning towards him then, with that smile that curved his lips in such a way that Jamil couldnât help staring at them. He had panicked and lashed out with that remark defensively.
He sighed in frustration and ran a hand on his face. âYeah, well, if I had known thatâ That youâŠâ
What? If he had known that Azul liked him back, would he have acted any differently?
Hurt appeared in Azulâs eyes, and Jamil hated himself for having caused it.
âIf you had known that I like you, what then?â Azul demanded. âWould you have accepted the friendship with the knowledge that you could ask me for favors and I wouldnât mind? Or would you have pushed me away even more?â he shook his head. âThereâs no point in discussing this. Leave me alone with what little remains of my pride. Weâll work on our Alchemy project tomorrow.â
Azulâs insistence on not talking about it made Jamil snap.
He reached the piano with quick strides and slammed his hands down on it, leaning forward to get in Azulâs face.
âListen to me, you stubborn octopus! I like you, okay?â
Azulâs mouth dropped open in surprise and a hint of red colored his face, but he suddenly stood up and took a step back.
âWhat game is this?â he asked suspiciously.
âItâs not a game! Whatââ Jamil sputtered and huffed. âWhat do you want me to say?â
âThe truth!â Azul yelled back at him. âIf youâre gonna take advantage of my feelingsââ
Jamil stepped forward and grabbed Azulâs collar. âI like you! As in I wanna make out with your face! But I never said because I thought you only saw me as someone you can use for your own benefit or business or whatever. I never knew you liked me too!â
Azul stared at him wide-eyed, and his face had turned a brighter shade of red. âYou⊠You like me?â he said quietly.
Jamil felt the adrenaline leaving him; he let go of Azul and sighed. âYes, Azul. I do. Iâd just been such an idiot about it.â
A few seconds of silence passed, and then Azul spoke gently.
âYouâre not an idiot, Jamil. Do you really think Iâd like someone whoâs anything less than stunningly clever?â
âShut up,â he muttered, feeling his face warm.
Azulâs gaze went lower, and Jamilâs heart fluttered wildly in his chest when he realized that Azul was looking at his lips.
Azul met his eyes again and smiled playfully. âDo you still want to make out with my face?â
Jamil glared at him, then grabbed his collar again and pulled him in, pressing their lips together.
Jamil had his eyes closed, but he felt Azul tense up in surprise. For half a second he was terrified that he made the wrong move, but then Azulâs arms wrapped around his waist, and Jamil felt him kissing back.
They were awkward at first, shy and nervous and utterly overwhelmed. Then they found their rhythm, and Jamilâs arms went around Azulâs neck, pulling him closer.
Azulâs lips were impossibly soft, and his kisses were even sweeter than his smiles.
When Jamil felt Azulâs tongue brush against his, a sigh escaped him and he leaned even more into Azulâs warmth.
His hands found Azulâs hair, and he knew he would never forget how it felt threaded between his fingers.
Time ceased to exist as they kissed and sighed and relished the feeling of being in each otherâs embrace.
When they finally pulled away, they were both panting, their breaths mixing together from their lips that were only mere inches apart.
âJamilâŠ?â  Azul whispered softly.
âYeah?â Jamil responded, still a little lightheaded in the best way possible.
âWould you⊠like to go out with me? Date exclusively, I meanâŠâ Azul looked at him with hope and hesitation.
Jamil chuckled, feeling all warm inside. âOf course I wanna go out with you. I practically announced it already to those freshmen earlier.â
Azulâs eyebrows furrowed in confusion. âWhat?â
âYeah, that guy got on my nerves because of what he said so I told him that I like you. He deserved to be proven wrong like that.â
Azul looked surprised, then he laughed softly and touched his forehead to Jamilâs for a moment. âYou do realize theyâre going to be telling people?â
Jamil wrapped his arms around Azulâs neck even tighter. âLet people know, it might prevent anyone else from hitting on you.â
âOh? Already declaring your claim to me, are you?â The corner of Azulâs lips turned up. âI never realized youâre territorial, Viper.â
âHow about this, Iâll call you my boyfriend and you can call me yours. How does that sound?â Jamil smiled.
Azul returned the smile and his eyes lit up in the way that Jamil always loved to see. âItâs a deal.â
Then Azul leaned forward, sealing the deal with a kiss.
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Authorâs Note:
I wrote this in 5 days so it might not be very well-polished, but I wanted to write a short fun thing for Azulâs birthday and Iâm happy with how it turned out~Â
Thank you for reading!Â
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Fight This - Steve Harrington (Chapter 2)
Chapter 2 of the Fight This fic.
October 19th, 1984. The next day comes, and you join Steve at his house for the first of your study sessions. You come to find that before you can even begin to study, you need to clean up the about mess that is Steve's school supplies. You also realize how easily distracted and bored he gets.
word count: 5,519
This part contains; smoking, slight cursing, no nsfw.
Special thanks to my friends, editor, @sody-pops , and my secondary proofreader @briiiiiiiiiiiiiiiwrites !
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The next school day had come and gone with relative ease; the hallways were getting decorated by the student council for Halloween, which was a week and a half away. Paper cut-outs of ghosts and bats swayed in the air conditioning. Halloween was always one of your favorite times of the year, even if you were âtoo oldâ now to trick-or-treat, you wouldnât be caught dead without a costume.
You had seen Steve pass by in the hallway a few times, though neither of you stopped to speak to the other one. You were focused on making it to class on time, and he seemed to be a little more focused on his girlfriend Nancy. No wonder he was in desperate need of your academic assistance.
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When the final bell of the day rang, you walked to your locker. You put your code in and popped the door open, pulling out a few binders full of class notes and past homework assignments. You popped them into your backpack and zipped it shut. Making your way to the front door, you squinted as you left the building, the bright sun blinding you slightly.
You put a hand over your eyes to shield them from some of the direct sunlight, and after giving yourself some time to adjust, you swiveled your head to try and find where Steve was. You caught a glimpse of his familiar burgundy car, and he was sitting on the closed trunk, clearly waiting for you. Once you had made eye contact, he waved you over to him and hopped off of his car.
âHey!â Steve grinned and you walked up to him. He walked around to his car and opened the passenger side door for you. âPlease enter, my study buddy.â
âIâm a big girl, I know how to open a car door, Steven.â You jabbed at him playfully, shuffling into the passenger seat, placing your backpack on the ground between your feet.
âOuch, Steven? I thought we were friendly now, why you busting out the full name?â Steve chuckled, closing the door behind you. He walked to the driverâs side and climbed in. After buckling himself in, he put the keys in the ignition and started the car up. The radio was tuned to a popular radio station in Hawkins, a generic Top 40 hits sort of deal. Footloose by Kenny Loggins was playing through the speakers, and Steve grinned. âOh hell yeah, I love this song,â
He began to lazily sing along to the song as he put the car into drive, and left the school parking lot. A few songs cycled through the radio before you made it to the Harrington residence, but you hadnât paid much attention to what they were. You had been staring out the window and nervously fidgeting with the tips of your fingers.
You werenât sure why you were so suddenly nervous about the situation. You had never been to Steveâs house before, even with all the grade wide parties he had thrown. Sure, you were there to help Steve study, and his parents were never home, but there was always that awful gnawing feeling of going to a new house for the first time. Everyoneâs houses had different rules. Would he ask you to take your shoes off? Tell you to keep them on? Were you allowed to have water outside of the kitchen?
Your anxious overthinking had taken over for the whole car ride, and suddenly you were at his house.
âHey, weâre here!â Steve grinned, parking the car and turning it off. âCome on, letâs get inside and put your stuff down.â
You nodded and opened your car door, stepping out with your backpack clutched to your chest. Closing the door behind you carefully, you followed Steve to the front door of his house, which he unlocked with a small key. He pushed the door open and held it for you. âAfter you.â He gestured a hand towards the doorway, and you went in.
Your eyes went wide. It was a gorgeous house, and sure, it looked big on the outside, but it felt even bigger on the inside. Artwork hung on the wall, and a few family photos as well.
A young Steve stood in a button-up top between two older people, probably his parents, though youâve never seen them, it was a safe assumption to make. You walked over to it as Steve closed the door behind him, and you pointed at it.
âLook at you! Dressed up all nice!â You laughed, turning to Steve. âYou were so small in this picture, and you didnât even develop your signature hair yet!â
Steveâs face turned a bright red as he rushed over to you and placed his hand over the photo. âAlright, alright. Weâre here to study, not look at baby Steve and his horribly mismanaged haircut.â
âFine, you baby.â You rolled your eyes and stifled back more laughter. âWhere are we setting up, then?â
âFollow me.â Steve extended a hand and you hesitantly took it. He led you up the stairs and opened the door to a room. His room. âYou can put your stuff on the bed. Iâm going to go back downstairs and get us something to drink. Do you want anything?â
âUhh..â You wondered aloud, walking slowly to the large bed and putting your bag on top of the wrinkled blankets. âIf you have a Coke, Iâll take one of those I guess?â
âSure thing. Be right back, okay? Make yourself at home.â Steve stuck a thumb up and then made his way down the stairs. Leaving you utterly alone in his room.
His bedroom.
You were alone in Steve Harringtonâs bedroom.
You werenât sure what you were expecting when it came to Steveâs bedroom. But it certainly wasnât this. It was much tidier than you wouldâve ever assumed, only one or two stray shirts lay in a crumpled pile in the corners. You sat down on the very edge of his bed, hands running across the soft bedding.
The whole room smelled of Steve. Well, of course it did. But it felt like it was wrapping around you, entering your nose and filling your lungs. Surprisingly, it wasnât overwhelming. It was just the right level of fresh laundry and his signature Derringer cologne.
Your head perked up when you heard the creaking of the stairs, and you saw Steveâs smiling face come back through his door. He had a can of coke in each hand, and a family-sized bag of potato chips. He closed the door behind him with his foot, and made his way over to you.
âHere,â Steve extended his hand out and gestured for you to take the can in his hand. âI brought up some chips to snack on, but if you get hungry for something more.. real, we could always order on the phone.â
âThanks.â You took the can from Steve and cracked the top open, taking a small sip from it. You looked around for a place to set it down, unsure of where you should set it down.Â
âJust put it on top of the dresser.â Steve pointed, and you nodded, setting the can down.
âOkay, letâs get started.â You smiled, opening your backpack and pulling the binders out, splaying them across the bed. They were all a different color, labeled neatly on the covers and spines, dedicated to individual classes. âWhat classes would you say youâre struggling in the most right now?â
âWow,â Steve sighed out at the sight of all of your well-organized binders. âA..all of them really, but I have a chemistry exam coming up at the beginning of November and Iâm totally lost. We could start there, maybe?â
âSounds good.â You replied, picking up the navy blue chemistry binder and opening it. âWhat chapter is your class on right now?â
âUhmâŠâ Steve stared blankly for a moment, racking his brain, trying to summon the thought, but the attempt brought up nothing. âI actually have no idea.â
You rolled your eyes at him, shaking your head. âSo far, you are absolutely no help, Harrington. Show me your science folder, I can compare the recent notes to what I have and see where your class is at.â
Steve sucked in his cheek as he opened his backpack and pulled out the most disheveled folder you had ever seen. Papers stuck out at every angle, some crinkled from being jammed into it aimlessly. He handed it over to you, sparsely making eye contact with you.
âJesus christ, Steve. No wonder youâre this lost. Weâre is a month and a half into school, and this thing looks like you ran it over with your car.â You groaned, opening the folder. A few scraps of paper fell out and onto the bed. âSo, I think weâre going to have to teach you how to take notes and keep your things orderly, first and foremost. Because this, Harrington? I cannot work with this.â
His face turned red as you said that, looking everywhere in the room except at you. âYeah, I know.. Iâm a natural disaster.â
âWell, donât say that. This.. this is all fixable. But these flimsy paper folders you got are gonna have to go, Harrington. I know that this is supposed to be a study session and all, but I think weâre gonna need to run to the store to get you some better supplies, okay?â You closed the folder and set it down on the bed. âIâll show you the good stuff.â
âOh god, we have to go shopping.â Steve ran his hands over his face with a groan. âMaybe Iâm starting to regret this whole thing already.â
âKnock it off, Harrington.â You swatted at his forearm playfully. âLetâs go.â
You both stood and made your way down his staircase again, leaving your backpacks and study materials up on his bed. Steve grabbed his keys, and once again held his front door open for you.
The ride to the store was relatively quick, Hawkins wasnât exactly a bustling metropolitan center. You exited the car and approached the store, the automatic doors gliding open as the two of you went in. To your right, there was a stack of red hand-held shopping baskets, and you grabbed one. You held it in the crook of your elbow, and used your other hand to drag Steve to the school supply section of the store.
âAlright, Steve. Theseââ You picked up a folder similar to the ones Steve was currently using. âAre no good for long term use. They fall apart really easily, and donât have a lot of space for later on in the year.â
Setting the folder back in the cardboard display box, you took a few steps down the aisle, and stood in front of some 3 ring binders. âThis is what we want, hardcover, wonât totally disintegrate, a slot in the front and back, and a section in the center that we could even divide into sections.â
Steve picked one up and looked at it. âAre these the same ones you use?â
âYeah. Weâre gonna get you a different color for every class, to keep you better organized.â You said, pulling binders off the shelf and setting them in your shopping basket. Red, orange, yellow, green, blue, and purple. âYou can decide what color you want each class to be, thatâs totally up to you.â
Steve nodded. âWhat else are we gonna get here? Or did you just make me drive all this way for binders?â
âShut up, Iâm getting to it.â You rolled your eyes and walked to another part of the aisle, which had clear plastic dividers with labeling stickers, meant specifically for 3 ring binders. âThese are gonna go inside the binders, and help divide up the bulk of the papers in the rings, alright? Weâll have a homework section, classroom notes, and graded stuff you want to hang on to for studying from.â
âIs staying organized always this much effort?â Steve whined slightly.
âDonât complain Steve. If you put even a quarter of the time you spend every morning on that hair of yours into keeping your stuff neat, we wouldnât have to do a complete overhaul like this.â You retorted, wagging a finger in front of his face.
âI get it, I get it. You donât have to mother me.â Steve scoffed.
âEw, donât say that. Iâm being a good friend to you Harrington, but Iâm definitely not being like your mom.â Him saying that you were acting like a mother to him made you cringe slightly.
âOh, well youâre definitely nothing like my mother. If she was present for anything in my academic life to this degree, do you think Iâd exactly be in this situation?â Steve stated and rolled his eyes. His arms crossed in front of his chest, his striped polo bulging at the sleeves ever so slightly.
You let your eyes linger a little longer than intended before looking back into Steveâs eyes and responding. âSorry.. That really does suck Steve.â
Comparatively, you had a better home life. Your family certainly wasnât nearly as wealthy as Steveâs, your home was smaller and your parents were barely able to keep up with payments between their two cars. Steve had his own car, paid for by his parents, and they even had untouched cars that were used only on the rare occasions where they were actually in town. But, your parents were both home every day. You fall asleep under the same roof together every night, and you all sit together for meals. Dad asked about your grades, and Mom asked about extracurriculars and boys (which was a topic that always died quickly.)
They were loving and kind, and you honestly felt bad about lying to them about smoking and the non existent clubs you attended. But hey, werenât teens supposed to rebel a little?
âIâm used to it at this point.â Steve shrugged, and his voice pulled you back into reality and away from the thoughts that poked at your brain. âLetâs finish up here and get back to the house. Your Coke is going to go flat before we get home if we spend all day rainbow labeling the ways my parents have fucked me up.â
You chuckled at his comment, though you felt a little bad for doing so. The self-deprecating jab he made was probably supposed to be funny, but it was probably masking more true feelings of hurt than anything else. Maybe you were thinking too hard about it.
âAlright, King Steve. 2 more minutes, and weâll go to the register.â You stuck a tongue out and turned away from him, walking a few steps further down the aisle, not seeing the pout on Steveâs lips at the nickname he hated so much.
The nickname he hated hearing from you.
The nickname that showed how you thought of him.
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After a successful shopping trip, you were back in Steveâs bedroom together, all of his new supplies spread out across the bedding. You were slowly working through his decrepit folders and putting his papers into the 3 ring binders. Each was labeled and filled with the plastic dividers you had grabbed.
Steve had turned on a radio in his room and it was on the same station that was playing in the car earlier. He danced around the open space of his room somewhat lazily, eating from the bag of chips as he rocked between his two feet.
âGlad to be doing all the work for you Harrington.â You commented, standing up from where you had been bent over the side of his bed.
âOh come on, weâve been at this for like an hour. Itâs time for a fun break, before I lose my mind and pull all my hair out.â
You feigned a gasp, clasping your hands to your cheeks. âYour beautiful, perfect hair?! Do you really think you could handle being bald Steve?â
âHaha,â Steve retorted. âYouâre so funny.â
âFine, fine. If you need a break so badly, we can pop out back for a smoke. Then, straight back to work! You got it?â You pointed a finger at him accusingly.
Steve grinned and threw the chip bag on his bedside table, clapping once. âGod yes PLEASE.â He grabbed your hand suddenly and pulled you down his staircase and out of his back door, leading you to a gorgeous patio beside an inground pool.
âHoly shit, you really do have a nice place here, Harrington.â You mused, pulling the cigarette and lighter out of your backpack, which you had just barely managed to grab in Steveâs feverishly fast movement.
Steve motioned for you to sit in some white lounge chairs, and you gladly took a seat. He took up the one next to you, watching as you lit the cigarette between your fingers. You took a deep breath, the nicotine hitting your system and sending a calm throughout your blood. That, or maybe, it was how close Steve was sitting beside you, his knee brushing up against you as he waited his turn.
No, that is stupid. Itâs definitely the cigarette.
âHere.â You smiled softly, passing the smoke to Steve.
âThanks,â He had punctuated the sentence with your name, and it slipped off his tongue so smoothly. Your heart skipped a beat at the way he said it, but that is something you would refuse to admit, even to yourself.
âSo howâs uh.. Nancy?â You asked him nonchalantly, leaning back in the chair and staring up at the sky. The sun was slowly beginning to set, and pinkish hues were starting to intermingle with the blue atmosphere.
âGood. We recently been uh.. Having weekly dinner over at the Hollandsâ place.â Steve said, blowing a cloud out.
âOh, thatâs Barbâs mom and dad right?â You turned your head slightly to him, squinting as some low sun rays hit your eyes. âThe girl who went missing last year, right? She was Nancyâs friend?â
Steve nodded, not saying anything for a moment. He looked lost in thought, an unreadable emotion passing his face. Taking one more drag before passing the cigarette back to you, he sighed. âYeah, they were really close. It's honestly a lot of pressure going there every week, but Barb wa-IS their only kid. I think Nancy and I showing up is one of the only things keeping them together.â
âThatâs really sweet of you two. I canât imagine how they feel about it, not knowing what happened to her..â You smoked a bit more before continuing. âDo you ever, you know, wonder what happened to her?â
Steve looked away from you, obstructing his face from view with his dark waves of hair. In a low mumble, he said, âYeah.â The waver in his tone was odd, but you thought nothing of it. His girlfriendâs best friend was missing, probably dead, and you were prying.
âSorry, sorry. Letâs move on.â You shook your head, handing him the cigarette. âYou can finish this, okay?â
He takes it thankfully and finishes the last few puffs worth, flicking it to the ground and stomping it out. âWelp-â He clapped his hands once more as he stood up from his lounge chair. âBack to it then, hm?â
âYou know it.â You stood beside him, and the two of you slowly made your way back upstairs, your backpack slung over one shoulder.
As you entered the bedroom, you noticed that Steve had left the radio on. Tell Her About It by Billy Joel had started moments ago, and by the look on his face, you could tell what he was about to say next.
âOh I love this song!â Steve mused as he started pulling off his shoes.
You shook your head slightly. âYou love every song on this station, donât you Harrington?â
âSomebody doesnât know how to relax, does she?â He rolled his eyes at you. âYou know what, come here.â
What happened next caught you by surprise. Steve walked straight up to you, and pulled your backpack off, setting it against the edge of his bed. He grabbed your hand next and tugged you into the center of his room, and started swaying around. You were in shock, standing utterly still other than the hand Steve was holding onto, which was bouncing to his movement. He frowned at your lack of enthusiasm.
âYou really need to learn to let loose, seriously.â Steve eyed you, and it felt like his brown eyes were reaping straight into your soul. His intent eye contact kept you locked in, distracting you from the devilish smirk on his lips.
Suddenly, your arm was lifted above your head and you were spun around. Once, twice, three times, before you stood still again. Your hair was a mess now, falling over the side of your face and covering an eye. You felt a large, calloused hand brush it away and tuck it behind your ear. Looking up at Steveâs goofy grin as your vision steadied itself, a boisterous laugh rang throughout the room. âSee, thatâs better. Youâve gotta learn to feel the music. Thatâs not something you can study in your anal retentive little binders and flashcards.â
âWhatever, Harrington.â You jeered, wiggling your hand out of his tight grasp. âIâm not the one at risk of repeating their senior year, Music Man.â
âOuch,â Steve put a hand on his chest. âI really thought we were becoming friendly. I see that I was mistaken.â The sarcasm in his tone dripped like a viscous honey, and you almost couldnât help yourself when a laugh slipped from you.
âOh, no not at all. In fact I really hate you Steve.â You quipped. âIâve got a secret plot to get close to you and help you graduate so that you get into a college far far away and I never see you again. Thatâs why Iâm putting in all this effort to help you out. Because I donât like you.â
âI knew it!â He cried out dramatically, falling to his knees. âIt was all a lie, I knew we couldnât possibly need that many plastic dividers, it was a secret method of torture.â
âAlright Steve, alright. We seriously should get back to work now oka-â Your words ceased and your ears perked up as the song on the radio changed to one that you absolutely adored. Donât Stop Me Now by Queen.
âYou love this song, donât you?â Steve poked your shoulder as he stood back up. He shook his shoulders a little, and swayed his hips, attempting to coax you into a dance. This time, you oblige, and you slowly begin to rock your body to the beat of the song.
You had danced to this song countless times in the safety - and more importantly privacy - of your own home, but you were never one to dance in front of others. So the slow movements werenât from the pacing of the song, but your nervousness to be seen dancing.
âLoosen up, itâs like watching a scarecrow try to move with the stick still up their ass.â Steve laughed.
âHey, be nice or I wonât help you actually study ever, Steve.â You warned him. âI donât usually dance around other people. It's weird for me.â
âNot for me. What, do you think Iâm going to go to school on Monday and tell everyone that youâre a horrible dancer? Not exactly my plan.â
âWhatever.â You flicked your hand at him, before taking a deep breath. You allowed yourself to move a little smoother now, shuffling your feet as you let your arms flow at your sides more freely. Steve beamed at you with his pearly whites, copying your little dance moves.
âOkay, maybe youâre not terrible.â He chuckled, before spinning himself around and jumping in place. âYou just donât know how to have fun.â
âI do too! I just donât consider⊠more traditional things to be fun.â
âYou know what? Youâre going to teach me to study and be responsible, but Iâm going to teach you to have a little more joy in your life.â Steve stopped moving now, walking over to his table and taking a sip of his drink. He turned the volume of the radio down a bit, before walking to his bed and sitting on the edge. âLetâs get this done so I can put it all away. Itâs getting late and I donât want you to miss dinner at your house or anything like that.â
âThatâs the first thing youâve said today thatâs convinced me that you have a brain somewhere under all that hair, Harrington.â You responded, sitting beside him.
About 15 minutes passed, and with Steve actually putting in some effort to assist you, the task actually got finished. The two of you sat proudly besides a neatly stacked pile of binders, colorful and well-labeled.
âThat took so longggg.â Steve huffed, throwing himself backwards into his bed.
âIt wasnât THAT bad Steve. Itâs like, just 5 oâclock now.â
âWrong. Itâs actually closer to 6.â He said, pointing at the clock on his wall. Your eyes followed his finger and you read the time. 5:47. You groaned, smacking your forehead.Â
âMy mom asked me to be back home at 5:30 for dinner. Sheâs going to be worrying about me!â
âPack your stuff up, Iâll drive you home. Just tell her it was my fault, okay?â Steve said, standing up and pulling his shoes back on.
âI mean, it was a little bit. You just had to have an unplanned dance party.â You retorted, getting your belongings into your backpack and checking that your shoes were tied. âBut that I wonât mention.â
âWhatever you say.â He grabbed his car keys and swung them around his finger a few times, causing the metal to jingle as it hit into itself.
And with that, down the stairs you went, following closely behind Steve. He held his front door open for you as you walked out, before locking it behind him. He stood beside you on the passenger side of the car, before asking, âWant me to open the door for you like a gentleman, or can you do it yourself, big girl?â
âAgain, I am a big girl, but just do it if youâre so damn insistent.â You teased back, allowing him to open the door for you. You climbed in, and he shut the door as you fastened your seat belt and positioned your backpack comfortably in your lap.
Steve entered his side of the car, going through the same motions before turning the key in the ignition and letting his car roar to life. He backed down his driveway carefully, head turned around and hand planted firmly on the back of your headrest. You could practically smell the cologne on his wrist, before he moved his hand back to the wheel and began driving down the road.
It wasnât a long drive before you reached your house. You made sure to point out all the right turns to Steve, and he somehow managed to almost miss one, even with how small the town was. But you managed to make it home alive and unscathed, no thanks to Steveâs driving.
âThis is the one.â You pointed Steve to the right house, and he pulled into the rocky driveway. The faded yellow paint of the house had a slight glow in the low light of the setting sun, and you could see the porch light was on. âMy mom is waiting for me, Iâve gotta go.â
You fumbled with the buckle of your seat belt, releasing it after a slight struggle. You went to open your door, and your backpack managed to slip from your lap and hit the ground as you pushed the metal away from yourself. âShit.â You groaned, looking down at your feet. Somehow, you had left your backpack partially open, enough for some of your things to spill out in the pebbles.
âYou okay?â Steve asked, craning his neck to see what had happened. He twisted his keys and pulled them out of the ignition, before walking around the car. He leaned down beside you and helped you gather your things.
His hand brushed yours as you had reached for the same pencil case, and you pulled it away quickly. Steve picked it up, holding it close to his face as he blew some dirt off the bottom, before handing it to you. âYouâre clumsy, hm?â
âIâm not.â You huffed, snatching the case from him and shoving it into your bag. âThank you. Thank you for the ride, Steve.â
âHoney? Is that you?â A familiar voice called. It was your mother, who had walked out onto the porch when she noticed the unfamiliar car in the driveway. The sudden noise causes you to pop up from your squat rather quickly, and for Steve, it had the same effect. The two of you moved so fast, your heads smacked into each other.
âOuch-â You hissed, holding a hand to your forehead as you squinted your eyes. A dull pain radiated from where your skulls had unfortunately collided, and your lip began to swell where your teeth had bit down on the flesh.
âAh, Jesus, sorry.â Steve whispered, leaning in close to check for blood. âNothing seems to be bleeding, if that helps?â
âReally, fantastic.â You jeered. âSuper helpful, Harrington.â
âHey, it was an accident, clumsy.â He chuckled, a new nickname slipping off his tongue with such ease. One that you didnât like much at all.
âDarling?â Your mom called out again.
âYe-yeah Mom! Itâs me! Iâm sorry Iâm late.â You responded, closing the car door behind you and trudging up the driveway; keeping your hand pressed to your forehead, sucking your teeth in hopes to distract from the painful feeling. The sound of rustling rocks behind you made you realize Steve had followed behind you, all the way up to the front porch.
âHello, maâam.â Steve smiled at your mother, extending a hand to her for a polite handshake. âIâm Steve Harrington, the person your daughter is helping study. Iâm sorry for her being late, we had lost track of time because of me. And I promise, the head injury only happened a moment ago.â
His voice was sickeningly sweet, much like honey, as he spoke to your mother. His charming smile had won your mother over rather quickly, and she had sighed with relief.
âI was worried about her when she wasnât home on time, but Iâm glad you just got caught up in your lessons.â She gleaned at Steve. âAnd I saw you guys slam your heads into each other over there, I do hope youâre alright.. Do you need to come in and have me take a look at that?â
âOh, not at all maâam. Iâm alright, really. But thank you.â Steve shook his head. âAgain, Iâm so sorry for getting her home late, I didnât know she had a curfew to be at home. We were going to work some more on Monday, and if itâs alright with you, Iâd like to bring her back a little closer to 7. Iâd make sure to feed her while she was over, I am just really desperate for her help. Sheâs a smart cookie, you know?â
You glared at him, and luckily your sour expression remained unseen by your mother, thanks to your hand blocking her direct view of your face. But he remained smiling, looking straight at your mom.
âWhy, I think that would be quite alright, as long as you make sure she eats. She really is a bright girl. Iâm glad sheâs using her talents to help someone out.â Your mother mused.
âMooom-â You whined, but she interrupted you before you could continue.
âWould you like to come in for dinner, Steve?â
âOh, I canât today, Iâm sorry. Perhaps another time, Iâll take you up on your offer.â He stood there, rocking back and forth on his feet.
âWell, thatâs too bad.â Your mother frowned, before turning to you. âIâll see you inside honey. Iâll get your plate set for you.â
âThanks mom, Iâll be right there.â
And with that, your mother went back inside, the screen door creaking as it shut.
âSo Iâm staying at your house until 7 on Monday??â You turned to Steve and swatted his shoulder.
âHey, hey. I donât plan on keeping you that late, but Iâd rather your mom be pleasantly surprised when you show up early instead of worrying about you when youâre late.â Steve threw his hands up, nonchalantly.
âWhatever, Harrington. Thanks for the ride. Iâll see you on Monday, then.â You huffed.
âSee you on Monday!â He said. âHave a good weekend, clumsy.â
âIâm not clumsy!â You called after Steve as he sauntered back to his car. He didnât turn back to look at you, giving you a simple over-the-shoulder wave.
âDamn you, Steve.â You muttered under your breath as you opened your front door and walked into your house. âDamn you.â
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The Value of Experience
I once knew a girl in high school who I admired very much. Her grades were consistently at the top of the class. She had a style all her own. Her bedroom walls were covered in magazine clippings and collages she'd spent long hours on. She didn't mind falling off a skateboard and scraping her elbow. Her creativity just shimmered through everything she did, no matter how small. She seemed like the model student. More so, the model friend. Then she started trying different things. Introducing different chemicals into her already-brilliant psyche. She figured that she may as well now, while she was still young and able. Thatâin her wordsâshe'd like to have all these things "under her belt." It confused me. She already seemed perfect. Why the need to experiment if you've been blessed with so much? Stranger yet, her grades never suffered. They didn't dip once. Throughout all the psychedelics, pills, and whatnotâ, she remained on top of her class. This confused me even more.
Long story short: she transferred schools and I never saw her again. I'd often think back to her free spirit and nonchalant attitude toward drugs and try to see the soundness therein. Her premise was probably that the more experiences one has, the more they'll have to draw from, hence, the more reliable their conclusions will be.
But I don't need to stick a needle in my arm and shoot up heroin to know it's bad for you. There are studies available. I've skimmed a few.
All sarcasm asideâthere actually are people in this world who won't respect an iota of your opinion if you haven't done each and everything you're describing on a firsthand basis, multiple times over. Though, nobody reaches the top of the Empire State Building and needs proof that jumping toward the street below will be the worstâand lastâmistake they'll ever make.
It's common sense. It's engrained into our DNA. Rationale; it's there to be used, often.
So why this elitist obsession with having as many things under one's belt as possible? They claim "enlightenment" as these would-beâs ingest handfuls of brightly technicolored capsules and listen to music so new that it hasn't even been assigned a sub-genre yet. These "brave" culture warriors teeter the edge which divides our mainstream from the scary wilderness beyond. They self-appoint themselves the true curators of cool but only because there is nobody else who cares enough to make such a huge production out of whatever the current flavor-of-the-week happens to be. Everyone else is gone. They've moved on. They grew brains and with them created goals, outlined plans, and just started taking those who chose to stay behind at their words.
"Oh..., too many counteractive drugs in your body will shut down your central nervous system?"
So Iâve heard.
"Oh..., you smoked three packs a day for twenty-some years and now you're bummed out by your test results?"
Hmm...
"Oh..., going through withdrawals really isnât fun?"
Wow.
Opposite a posteriori, a priori knowledge is independent of experience.
If a privileged upper-middle class teenager who's been lucky enough to grow up in an environment where the realities of drugs could be observed through both those that litter the streets of his downtown and the internet at large, still needs further empirical evidence to fully commit to a conclusion, then I would venture to say that he is probably welcoming of all the misery he's plunging himself toward.
There are certain things in life that I don't need to experience on my own skin in order to label them a certain way. A priori knowledge. Anyone who sees this as whimpering away with fear is a masochist and can be my guest when it comes to trying "that new gasoline stuff.â My only guess is that people are forever trying to one-up each other. âYou've tried the pink powder? Well I've tried the blue.â And so on and so forth. I don't admire this type of thinking. It gets you killed or at the very least, makes you extremely regretful. The one I admire is the third person looking at the two arguing with a look of bewilderment that shouts out: âWhy?!â
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academic rivals - dsmp x gn!reader
Characters: Dream, George, Quackity, c!Techno Pronouns: you/yours Warnings: none Summary: just some academic rivals hc's ig
note: I will most likely be developing these into fics, but feel free to request so I can keep it in my inbox as a reminder :)
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Dream:
this mf fits the stereotype of the hot jock in the school, but there's one difference: he's really smart and gets amazing grades
will purposely leave his notes in front of you and then accuse you of cheating just to mess with you
on the next test, you out-score him (making you the top of the class) which really pisses him off but also gets his attention
he now just jokingly teases you just to hear the fire in your voice when you give a sharp retort
during a group project, he isn't assigned to your group and starts making excuses just to get moved to your group (he succeeds, much to his surprise)
basically just acts like a golden retriever simp from then on
he doesn't even need to ask you to the school dance, it's a mutual agreement by then (besides, no one else asked you out because they were too afraid of dream-)
George:
he's the type to constantly be sleeping in class but still get the best grades + still be the teacher's pet
you are sitting at his table and you need help with something (+ you just want to annoy him) so you wake him up for help
begrudgingly, he helps you with the problem. you thank him and continue to listen to the "boring" lesson the teacher is giving
normally, George would just go back to sleep, but he finds himself admiring your features as you concentrate (he finds the face you make when you focus really cute, okay-)
purposely distracts you from listening to the lesson just so he gets an excuse to talk to you and help you more. he's creative in how he gets more of your attention
one day, you aren't in class and he realizes how much he genuinely likes spending time with you
asks you out next time he sees you in class by writing it on a slip of paper
Quackity:
class clown but somehow still top of the class. like, always joking around and distracting other students (+ annoying the teachers) but shuts everyone up with his straight A's
at first, he doesn't like you because you seem like a jokester too, you are making the whole class and the teacher laugh
and you also get amazing grades, so now he feels really threatened
tries to make fun of you in class to get more laughs, but you shut him up with more comebacks
at first, it's annoying to him that he has to keep thinking of ways to clap back, but then it becomes a game between the two of you, one that makes him smile
in fact, he looks forward to the class(es) he has with you, sometimes thinking about what he's going to say and the adorable expression on your face as you process the insult he's thrown back in response to yours
c!Techno:
he's nerdy but still scary and somehow manages to secretly be an amazing athlete as well (he's a fencer, okay-)
but it completely shocks him how easygoing you are when you just sit down in a chair next to him and gently start introducing yourself, prompting him to do the same but not forcing him to
he finds it easy to talk to you, as you naturally take the lead in conversations, but happily leave (not-awkward) spaces for him to interject
hanging out with you isn't awkward at all, it's comfortable and fun. and slowly, he warms up to you and just starts talking freely, much to your delight
he ends up teaching you how to fence after you are completely shocked by how good he is at the sport. even standing behind you and guiding you as you practice the movements
it's during one of your chill conversations when he asks you out.
in true Techno fashion, he just blurts it out. His cheeks turn red with embarrassment but you say yes and he's fine again, just happy to be able to spend more time with you
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Fixation
(This is a Yandere Yelena x Fem Reader story ;)) This takes place in a Modern AU outside of the anime, and I wonât justify my reasoning lmaoÂ
TW: Coercion, !Drugging!, Manipulation, !Noncon!, !Dubcon!, Daddy kink (ehehe), spanking, sheâs a straight up Dom w her tall ass, kinda a meanie, degradation!, handcuffs!, use of sex toys!, Overstim!, size kink!, dumbification?, unwanted filming!, etc..Â
Proceed with caution! Sorry if this is too self indulgent lmao, when women (lesbians) talk to me, I become the biggest idiot to ever exist :)) )Â
Today wasnât the best day to wear a skirt.Â
Begrudgingly smoothing down the lilac fabric of your skirt, you huff indignantly. All you wanted to do was look cute for your crush, Marco, but it seems that that was too much to ask for.Â
Your white sweater, at least, keeps you somewhat warm from the harsh wind. Itâs tucked into the waistband of your high waisted skirt, and your thigh high socks push the fat of your cute thighs out slightly. The sound of your white sneakers against the pavement is drowned out by your classmatesâ loud voices, and youâre seemingly unaware of a certain black-eyed glare.Â
Seeing your classroom come into view, you hurry inside, sliding into your lab assigned seat. Eyeing the dark haired male of your dreams, you canât help but sigh pathetically at the fact that he hasnât noticed you. Up until recently, the two of you were great friends-always hanging out and texting one another. But, the moment the both of you picked up this class, everything changed.Â
Hearing the seat next to you slide open, you glance up at your seatmate. Smiling up at the tall woman, you greet her kindly, âHi, Lena! Howâre you today?âÂ
The Russian exchange student smirks down at you, as she plops onto the seat, âGood, now that youâre here.âÂ
Laughing at her gruff words, you wave her off, âYou always say that,â Zipping open your backpack, you pull out your class notes, âWhatâre you going to do this weekend?â
Her smirk widens, dark eyes gleaming, âWhy? Asking me on a date?â You laugh once more, completely oblivious to her hopeful tone.Â
âYouâre so funny, Lena,â Pulling out your pack of multicoloured pens, you start to set up for your class, âI just heard you speaking with Annie about âsomething bigâ the other day, so I became curious.âÂ
Not one to acknowledge boundaries, the blonde woman starts to play with your (hair/sweater), âIâm throwing a party, one you should come to,â Her tone leaves no room to negotiate, but you donât really notice. Nodding, you smile up at her.Â
âSounds fun! When is it and whoâs going?â Her hand trails down to your thigh, fiddling with your sock. Brushing off your mild alarm at her ministrations, you justify her actions through your cultural differences.Â
âTonight at eight. Annie and her friends should be there, same with Marco and a few others,â She name dropped the kind man on purpose, knowing your misguided infatuation with him. If only you knew how much of a pussy he is. All she did was threaten him once, and suddenly he stayed clear of you. It made her life easier, sure, but it annoyed her that he dropped you like a gutted fish. Youâre too good for that.Â
Pulling out your phone, you pull up your calendar, showcasing that you have no plans this evening, âOkay, I can go!âÂ
Her smirk grows wider than before, âGreat,â Yelenaâs accent seemingly grows thicker, her r rolling more harshly than before.Â
With that, class begins without a hitch; Yelenaâs hand still glued to your perfect thigh.Â
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Stepping out of your car, you readjust your new outfit. Keeping the thigh highs from earlier, you changed your lilac skirt for a black, body con one, along with a cropped, black long sleeve shirt that accentuates your cleavage.Â
Slamming your car door shut, you lock it with your key, before heading towards Yelenaâs luxurious flat. You can hear low music and voices from her open top floor balcony, multiple shadows moving inside her home.Â
With a fast beating heart, you canât help but hope that Marco will speak with you tonight. With that hope deep in your chest, you step inside the fancy buildingâs lobby. Approaching the front desk, you go to show them your ID, but are met with brightly smiling faces.Â
âGo on up to the tenth floor, (Your Name)! Yelena already told us that youâre coming!â Surprise overcomes your form. Why do they know you by appearance alone? Youâve never even been here before.Â
âOh, okay! Thank you,â Deciding to ignore the weird situation at hand, you head towards the lift. Pressing the button, you wait a few moments, before stepping into the open lift doors. The sleek metal walls reflect your appearance back at you, whilst you press the pristine â10â button. With a small beep, the lift begins to move, practically flying at top speed to the top floor.Â
Once at the tenth floor, the doors fly open, showing what looks to be a living room. You canât help but gawk at the large flat displayed before you. Your classmate must be quite wealthy to afford a place like this.Â
You awkwardly make your way inside, and are immediately greeted by the partyâs host, âHey, (Your Name), welcome!â Youâre side hugged by a buff arm, practically slammed into Yelenaâs torso.Â
âHey, thanks for having me!â You pat her back in an attempt to have her let you go, but instead, it seems to spur her on. She drags you towards a large L-shaped couch, which is filled by Annie, Reiner, and Bertholdt. A handful of others sit at her dining room table and kitchen counter, the open concept allowing everyone to see and speak to each other comfortably.Â
Reiner glances up from the story heâs telling Historia and Ymir, a grin painting his handsome features, âWhoa, thatâs a new look for you, (Your Name)!âÂ
Multiple eyes are suddenly glued to your now self conscious form, an uneasy smile on your face, âHello, everyone.â
âDonât get me wrong, you look great! Itâs just really different from your normal, cute clothes,â People nod and agree with the large man, causing you to break out in a nervous sweat.Â
âWell, I hope I donât look too bad,â You joke halfheartedly, âI just wanted to try something new.âÂ
Yelena takes your appearance in, practically salivating. Whilst she does enjoy your usual clothing, this look fits you quite well.Â
âYou look very nice,â Bertholdt reassures soothingly, patting the spot by him, âYou can sit next to me, if youâd like.â
The short haired woman glued to your side reacts immediately, âNo, the girl needs a drink,â Annie shoots her a knowing look, which she nods to in response. Youâre practically ragdolled to the kitchen bar, as the conversation starts up once more. Once at the marble countertop, the large woman releases you in favour of pouring you a cup of spiked punch, âThis is very good. Made it myself.âÂ
You give her a bright smile, accepting the red solo cup, âCool! Iâm sure itâs delicious!â Bringing the cup to your (lipstick/chapstick/lipgloss) coated lips, you take a small sip. A burst of fruity goodness explodes on your tastebuds, making your eyes widen in surprise. You canât taste a drop of alcohol in it, âWow! This is really good!âÂ
A proud grin overtakes her lips, as she nods her thanks, âOf course it is. I knew you were coming, after all,â You laugh in response, and take another sip of the red liquid.Â
âI see! Well, you have a very nice home!â The tall woman leans against the counter, holding herself up with an arm that goes behind your form.Â
âThank you. Itâs very spacious. I find myself lonely at times,â Her large, black eyes stare down at you, trying to send you a message through them alone.Â
âOh, well, have you tried getting a roommate? Maybe the flat wonât be so empty,â She nods at your words.Â
âYes, thatâs a good idea. Would you be my roommate?â You laugh, thinking that sheâs joking. Not bothering to look up, as you take another swig of your drink, you donât see the somewhat hurt look on her face.Â
âThat would be something! Not only are we seatmates, but weâre also roommates,â You giggle some more, taking more sips of your delicious drink, âBut, your flat is a lot nicer than mine. I may take up on your offer.â
Looking up, you see her grin at you approvingly, âYes, that would be nice,â What you donât know is that her lease is almost up, making it so she has paperwork she needs to fill out. Paperwork that would look great with your co-sign on it.Â
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Three drinks in, and youâre feeling a bit woozy. Typically, youâre not a lightweight, but it seems that you are tonight.Â
Leaning your upper body onto Yelenaâs strong form, you laugh hysterically at something Reiner says, âOh my God, youâre hilarious-â You cut yourself off with a snort, causing the entire room to laugh at your cute giggling.Â
The short haired woman youâre currently using as a pillow holds you tenderly, a pleased smile on her face. The stuff Annie gave her works very well.Â
âMan, if you werenât Yelenaâs girl, I wouldâve cuffed you a semester ago!â Reiner roars wholeheartedly, slapping the leather couch below him.Â
In your cloudy mind, you barely understand the words he just said, âHaha, wha-?âÂ
Pushing your head into her breasts, Yelena shushes you, âMy poor baby is such a lightweight,â She and the others chuckle at that understatement, âI think itâs time to turn in for the night.â
Her civil way of kicking everyone out was enough, as everyone trickles out of her luxurious flat. Once the last person leaves, Yelena stands to her feet, scooping you up in her buff arms. She goes to her lift, pressing the lock input, she types in the lock code, not allowing anyone in or out of her home. Your high mind can barely comprehend whatâs going on around you.Â
She hums an unknown tune, as she goes up her steps to her master bedroom. Kicking open the door, she flips on her bedroom light with her elbow, before shutting the door with her foot. Sauntering to her California King sized bed, she lays your drugged out form on her light grey coloured sheets.Â
â-Lena, wha-â Your head lulls to the side as you giggle uncontrollably, â-Are- are we dating?â She hums in response, starting to pull down your skirt.Â
âYes, my Darling Girl,â She smooches your forehead, âWeâve been together since I moved here,â Pulling your skirtâs fabric down and off of your legs, she tosses it on the floor, exposing your pink panties.Â
âBu-but, I like Marco,â You weakly attempt to push her grabby hands away from you, âI-I wanâ Marco!âÂ
The feelings of disgust, envy, and fury overwhelm her all at once. How dare you! Sheâs always treated you so well, that spineless fucker doesnât deserve anything from you! He especially doesnât deserve your wonderful heart!Â
She says nothing, grabbing your blouse, and chucking it off of you. Your breasts jiggle at her ministrations, your bra just barely containing your tits. Seeing your almost bare, perfect body makes her pussy tingle, but her anger outweighs her arousal.Â
Settling on the bed, she grasps your boneless body, and pulls you over her knees. Youâre still muttering and questioning the validity of your relationship, all whilst saying that horrible boyâs name, causing her to cup the fat of your ass and squeeze harshly.Â
âBaby, you know better than to say those horrible things. I love you very much, and it hurts to hear you say that.âÂ
Your breasts, arms, and head rest over her left knee, as you try to look up at her stern face, âBut-â
âNo buts, you know what happens when you act like a brat,â She slaps your ass experimentally, earning a pained yelp. A small smirk covers her lips, and she hits your ass as hard as she can.Â
ââM sorry! âM sorry! I didnât mean it!â Your pleading is cute, so cute.Â
âI know you didnât, Princess. But I have to remind you of your place,â She slams her hand down once more, jolting your entire body. A shrill cry leaves your lips, as you try to move off of her lap, but seemingly canât find the strength to do so.Â
After five more smacks, the blonde pulls you onto her lap in a straddling position. One of her arms wraps around your top half, pushing your crying face into her neck. The other is wrapped around your waist, hand smoothing over your bruising ass, and playing with the hem of your panties.Â
âDonât cry, Princess. You know I had to set you straight,â She coos, âYour stupid, little brain is far too gone to understand at the moment, but you will once you sober up. So, for now, let your Daddy make you feel good.âÂ
You mutter nonsensical words in between your sobs, but the large woman isnât put off. After sheâs done with you, youâll never think of that freckled fuck ever again. At least, you wonât unless you want him dead.Â
Wrestling your pliant body to the mattress once more, she leaves you on the bed by yourself, before rolling onto the left side. Opening the top drawer of her nightstand, she pulls out a pair of handcuffs, a battery powered hitachi wand, duct tape, and a small bottle of lube. Setting them on the bed by your writhing form, she quickly makes her way back to you.Â
âShh, itâs alright, Princess. Iâm right here,â Yelena reaches under you, fiddling with your braâs hooks until it pops open, allowing her to slide your useless arms out of the garment. Tossing it aside, she sucks in a deep breath, enjoying the view of your plush chest. Experimentally, she pinches your right nipple, relishing the small moan you let out at the feeling. Gripping the handcuffs next to you, she feeds your dainty wrists through the opening, popping the pink, plush cuffs on tightly. Happy with the result, she continues her endeavour.Â
Moving farther down your body, she leaves your socks on, loving how your thigh fat squishes up a bit. Grabbing the hem of your cute, pink panties, she pushes them off of you, exposing your pretty cunny. It separates from you with a small string of slick, filling Yel with a sense of satisfaction. Youâre her perfect pain slut, arenât you?Â
Pushing on your pliant legs open, she smiles happily down at you, dark eyes blown wide open, âAwe, is your slutty pussy wet for me?âÂ
You shake your head rapidly, disorienting yourself more than before, âNu-no! Itâs not!â She clicks her tongue teasingly, her smile growing wider than before.Â
âDonât lie to me, Princess. Now I have to punish you once more,â Forcing your legs open, she holds them down with her own, straddling your waist. Her large form easily overpowers you, as she grabs the blue hitachi wand, and flips it on to the highest setting. Pushing it against your clit with a swift motion, your entire body jolts at the sudden stimulation. A loud whine leaves your lips, as you try to buck it off of your sensitive cunny.Â
âPuh-please! Take it off! Itâs too much!â Yelena snickers in delight, ignoring your pleading. Grabbing the duct tape from beside you, she rips off a few long strips, before smacking them onto your skin and the vibrator, effectively keeping it attached to you.Â
Your moans and whimpers continue to grow louder and louder, as you try your best not to cum. You bite your lips in the hopes of stifling yourself, but it does little to help. If anything, it just spurs the large woman on.Â
âGo on, cum for me, cum for Daddy,â You shake your head, a few keens falling from your mouth, as she watches in awe at the way your cunny leaks and clenches around nothing.Â
Your toes curl in ecstasy as you cum, a loud whine escaping you. A gush of your orgasm flows from you, wetting the blonde woman and the mattress below. Two long, slender fingers prod at your slick pussy, forcing themselves inside your sensitive walls.Â
âGood Girl, Youâre so Good for me,â They Start to move in a âcome hitherâ motion, hitting your g-spot repeatedly with how long her fingers are. Â
âToo much! Too much!â You cry, as she quickly brings you over the edge once more.Â
More slick sprays from your cunny, as overstimulation begins to set in. Yelena captures your lips with hers, thrusting her tongue into your mouth. The kiss is wet and hot, as she grips at your plush chest.Â
âNo, no itâs not, Baby. Itâs not enough,â Fumbling with her fly, she releases the strap sheâs been wearing all night. In all honesty, sheâs surprised that you hadnât noticed the bulge or felt it underneath your ass earlier. Itâs a good ten inches in length, and around 5.5 inches of girth.Â
It is pretty intimidating for most, but due to your fucked out stupor, it should feel amazing for you. Grabbing the lube, she squeezes a small amount onto the silicone cock, smoothing it over the toy in sync with her fingers pumping inside of you.Â
Deeming the toy and your cunny ready, she makes the next move. Sliding off of your numb legs, she stands to her feet, towering over you in all of her glory. Hefting you up and off of the mattress, she quickly punched your back against her pristine, white wall. Forcing your arms around the back of her head, she continues to kiss your drooly mouth vigorously.Â
Wrapping your legs around her slender waist, her large leg muscles and arms work to hold you up. Guiding your dripping cunny over the tip of her strap, she slowly sinks you onto it.Â
A keen of both surprise and pleasure rips out of your throat, as you grip onto her short, blonde locks. Giggling, she bucks her hips into yours sharply, causing you to orgasm on the spot. The vibrator and her strap on feels like heaven.Â
Throwing your head back in bliss, you feel your arousal drip onto her dress pants, creating even more wet spots than before. Separating from your lips, she grins down at you.Â
âLook at you, dirty Girl,â She spanks your ass harshly with one hand, as she continues a hardcore pace. The tip of the silicone cock batters against your cervix, causing you to cry out in both pleasure and pain, âYou love it when Daddy ruins your pussy, donât you?âÂ
Too fucked out to think properly, you nod your head vigorously, âUh-huh! Uh-huh! I love Daddyâs cock!â She kisses your cheek tenderly, not stopping her thrusts for even a moment. Moving her lips down your vulnerable neck, she starts to suck the tender skin, leaving dark love marks on your pretty skin.Â
âMmm, good Princess! Since youâre such a good girl, I think you deserve a treat. Do you want a treat? Does your dumb little mind even understand what Iâm saying?â You nod once again, eyes teary and pleading.Â
âYes! Yes! I want a treat, please, Daddy!â Smirking against your skin, she reaches into her pocket from around your thigh.Â
âSince you asked so nicely-â She presses the injector lever, shooting a large load of fake cum into your gummy, needy pussy. You cum almost immediately, this clearly being the biggest orgasm of the night, as you practically convulse and squirt a geyser of cum all over the place, âI think you deserve Daddyâs cum inside you.âÂ
You practically sob at the overstimulation and the feeling of being so full, âThank you! Thank you, Daddy!â You kiss her of your own volition, surprising the large woman. Her heart warms, loving how youâve become so submissive.Â
Cradling youâre form to her muscular body, she saunters back towards the bed, pushing any other objects off and into the night side table.Â
Placing you on the now dry sheets, she quickly flicks off the vibrator still taped to your clit, before placing it on the table beside her. Plucking off the duct tape, she then takes off your handcuffs, effectively freeing you. Instead of moving away from the woman, you lay there tiredly, no longer processing the situation.Â
Sighing in content, Yelena grabs a hand towel from the drawer she keeps her sex toys in, and wrestles it under your hips. Smiling, she removes the strap from inside of you, enjoying the sight of the fake cum flooding out of you.Â
Laying next to you, she pulls your head into her chest, curling around you as if she were a safety blanket.Â
âYou did well, Princess,â You donât say anything, snuggling into her warmth, âGo to sleep, tomorrow weâll announce our official status, okay?âÂ
An slurred âOkieâ is heard, before you slip into unconsciousness. Cupping your face in appreciation, her dark eyes glance in the direction of a small green light coming from her video camera.Â
Now youâll have to date her; after all, you wouldnât want your sex tape to get out, would you?Â
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How they act after you break up with them.
(I made sure to check but there might be small grammar errors, and this is a long one so strap in đ, but hope you enjoy angst+fluff here) but not me actually feeling bad for them after-
Is more out of it then usual.
The reason you broke up with him is because you felt like it wasnât a real relationship. And more like you sometimes got to talk during class, and sometimes out of school.
He writes in his a separate notebook of ways he couldâve done better
Starts comparing himself to other guys more often
Leaves earlier then everyone else to got to dorms.
Mumbles even more then usual, and sometimes the only person that can snap him out of it is Aizawa.
Sometimes takes it out on his friends
âHey Deku!-â
âNot right now Uraraka.â
âOi, Deku nerd, the-â
âCan you not right now Kacchan?â
âHAAH?-â
âMidoryia! Would you like to study?â
âMaybe later Iida...â
Todoroki offered him soba but it resulted in Midoriya slowly slurping up soba as he looked into the void of people
He shut everyone one out and didnât talk barely most of the week.
Heâd take out a lot of his anger during training.
It somehow finally clicks into place how bad you feel and how much you miss him when All Might pull you aside and asks. âUhhh...Is Young Midoriya ok? Iâm getting real worried....ITS NOT LIKE I DONT WORRY ABOUT MY OTHER STUDENTS HAHAHA! HOWâS-
Thereâs 15 minutes of your life awkwardly telling All Might how all your classmates are doing.
Which made you want to jump off the top of UA at the moment.
You decide to head to his dorm and ask him about it, cause you feel like itâs your fault.
You walk in on him crying, clutching the shirt you bought for him on his birthday.
You almost dropped to your knees in guilt at the sight
You rushed over and sat by him, comforting him, though it wasnât much as you started crying too.
Basically a crying festival for an hour.
âPlease....Please Y/N I love you so much, I promise Iâll make it work, and Iâll do my best to make it up to you, just please...PLEASE donât leave me.â You kiss him on the lips and then his hand, âBabe itâs not all on you, I promise Iâll do better this time too, Iâm so sorry for being selfish, I love you, ok?â Another crying fest.
After you start dating again:
Always makes sure youâre comfortable, and checks into your dorm before he starts a study session.
Helps you with your work before his. ( Though you insist he doesnât as heâs gotten points off multiple times for turning in his work late.)
Goes on dates every time you have some free space in your schedules. Somehow ends up in an All Might merch shop 80% of the time.
!!CUDDLE SESSIONS AFTER HERO TRAINING AT ALL TIMES!! Even in Recovery Girlâs office, though many times she bops you both on the head and tells you to get out.
(If you both like All Might) You both geek out over new All Might stuff, and his old interviews while wearing an All Might onesies.
(If you like a different hero) You could spend hours bickering on whoâs best hero, pulling up recordings and articles on the. With you holding your favorite hero plushie and him wearing All Might pajamas.
And waking up early just to take a long route to school together.
Makes sure to say âI love youâ at every small moment, and compliments you, though he canât take compliments himself-
If itâs a permanent breakup:
âI...I understand, but why?â
Tears well up in his eyes and he for once he keeps eye contact with you, without looking away
It takes everything in you to not breakdown
âIâm sorry Izuku, I just donât think itâll work out in the end.â He grabs your hand and holds it both of his. He puts it to his forehead, nearly on his knees at this point. You try not to cry with him, but you knew it wasnât going to end up a happily ever after in the end. And you wanted to break it off before that could happen.
âIzuku, I know, I know, Iâm so sorry, I wish it couldnât end like this-â
âThen donât let it. Please Y/N donât let this end.â
You eyes welled up as you put a hand over your mouth while repeating âIâm sorry, so sorry Izukuâ. You looked away from him as you slipped your hand out of his, you close your eyes painfully, the tears finally running down your face. You couldnât help but look back one more time, and almost wanted to run to where he was and take it all back. He sat on his knees, his head in his hands as painful sobs wracked his body. You quickly leave the room, shutting the door behind you.
You both were pretty quiet and emotionless the whole week.
Midoriya was even worse then before,
It got to the point where sometimes he didnât eat or sleep
He barely responded to anything anyone said
Hell, even Bakugo was worried at some point
Midoriya would always go back to his dorm and cuddle with the gifts you gave him while you were dating.
It took a long time for him to get over it, and even when he thought it did, he still gets emotional over it
Even after highschool it pains him to see your off doing your own thing without you at his side the whole time
Quieter then usual
Is so deep in thought, sometimes forgets heâs in class or what heâs doing
During tests, or while working on assignments heâd be so deep in thought he didnât realize he broke his pencil, or used his quirk on his desk
Instead of having his usual outburst on people heâd just walk off, or click his tounge and walk off
Even during Hero Lessons heâd be less calculated, and not as pumped up
When anyone tried to ask heâd just say âFuck off, Iâm fine.â
His grades slightly dropped
He had bags under his eyes, and had even worse posture then usual
When it came time to leave, heâd be the first one out, and no one could find out where heâd go
A permanent frown was on his face at all times (basically him most of time but with a deeper frown)
No one knew what to do at this point
It didnât click with you until one day during Hero Lessons
He was sparring with Kirishima and all of a sudden he fainted
Everyone was surprised to say the most
You rushed with Kirishima to Recover Girls office
You both almost busted the door off itâs hinges
She wacked you both on the head but quickly tended to Bakugo, surprising you both as she checked on him
âOh....I wouldnât have expected this from Bakugo.â You and Kirishima had confused looks on your faces. âWell he passed out from exhaustion, which I usually see with that foolish Midoriya boy. This one usually keeps up with himself, something mustâve happened.â She cut herself off as she saw the look on your face that said it all. She beckons Kirishima to follow her out, as he still wasnât getting what was happening.
You finally got a good look at him, and saw just how exhausted he looked. The bags under his eyes, his bruised body, and how pained he looked in his sleep. You hugged the non-bruised part of his arm, and finally let the tears you held let go. âIâm sorry Katsuki...Iâm sorry I didnât see it sooner.â Before you realized he woke up, he placed his free hand on your head, rubbing small and soothing circles on your head. âSâokay, letâs make this work.â You knew you didnât have to say anything else as you both stayed like that until Recovery Girl came in to kick you both out.
After you start dating again:
Comes to your dorm everyday to get you up knowing youâd oversleep if he didnât (also wants to see your sleeping face...not in a weird way)
Cooks you breakfast in bed on off days,
You guys cook something together when you have a movie night
Instead of yelling most times, he just makes sure he understands your side of everything before jumping to conclusions
Makes sure he isnât too rough with you verbally (lol not sure physically)
Brings you to his parents house during some free time since you get along with his mom and dad well
Wonât admit it but adores the fact that his parents love you
Whispers âI love youâ when heâs made sure your âsleepingâ (youâre not, you just wanna hear him say it all shy like)
You guys go on training dates, where you both train together, then have a picnic where you just trained
Him being more open with PDA, like holding your hand, or laying his head on your shoulder, etc. just small stuff
He loves playing with your hair and twisting it around his fingers while cuddling or studying
You both cheer on your favorite hero during a fight on TV, or you pick a random channel on TV and you just listen to him rant how stupid something is while you lean onto his shoulder at 2am (somehow got him to stay up this late)
If itâs a permanent breakup:
âNo...no...you canât, you canât be seriousâ
He sounded so broken. His fists clutched so hard you thought his bones would pop out
Anger was evident in his face, and he honestly scared you with the face he was making
âY/N....are you joking?â You frown and step back a little, did he really think everything you said was a joke? âNo Bakugo, I just think this isnt gonna work out in the end.â You heard him click his tongue, then just look at you in shock, then anger. He looked down, his bangs covering his expression. âSo youâre just gonna end it like that? No working anything out, just break up? It was one fucking mistake Y/N.â
âYeah one big mistake, you donât suck faces with some other person on accident, Bakugo.â The venom in your voice slicing through the tension filled air. âCan you just fucking forgive me? I wonât do it again.â
âYou said that last time, Katsuki, then you go and clown off again-â
Before you could get anything else out Bakugo already had his quirk going in one hand, and the other holding your shoulder down. You both looked surprised, even as he backed away. âNo..nononono fuck Y/N baby Iâm sorry-â you smacked the hand that reached out for you. You started packing everything, Bakugoâs eyes widened as he just stood in shock. Before he knew it you were leaving already.
âN...NO NO Y/N PLEASE, IâM SORRY-â he grabbed you by the arm that reached for the door knob. You quickly shrugged him out of his grasp, and opened the door. âGoodbye Bakugo, I hope well for the next person with you.â And you slammed it in his face. He stood there, itâs like the emotions he felt before were completely wiped when you slammed the door on him. It was 8:03pm, he should start getting ready for bed anyway.
For a few weeks he was unresponsive, and only talked when he needed to
His movements were sluggish and heâd often stare at nothing
Bakugo didnât even glare, or really do anything when Midoriya tried talking him
Or shittyhair, dunce face, raccoon eyes, or soy sauce face
They were all the same, and just molded into one voice every time someone tried talking to him
After a while he got over it, but he still regrets what he did
You helped him through so much yet he went off and did stupid shit
Even after highschool, heâd still keep up on you frequently through social media
Basically stalking you on there, guessing he never truly got over it once he felt tears subconsciously stream down his face as he saw you with someone else, happier.
He felt like he didnât do anything wrong, and he was confused at the throb in his heart every time you looked away from him or ignored him.
So he did ask you, and all you did was look at him like he just hit you.
Why did you look so hurt?
Todoroki shrugged it off, thinking youâd come back like you did after every fight you guys had
But you didnât, and thatâs what took an actual toll on him
More emotional
A permanent frown on his pretty features most of the time
All he mostly eats is soba
He didnât know how to handle this in all honesty
Sometimes heâd just stare at you, and even when you looked back heâd just stare...
Sometimes heâs so out of it he doesnât realize heâs either froze the entire classroom or was a living breathing radiator, or both (rip Momo, Satou, and Tokoyami)
Heâd ask Midoryia for help but it came out as a fumbled mess most of the time:
âMidoryia...how do you hurt....them, a lot...without...? Can you help?
Midoryia is just like:
(Sorry I had to add that in I was cackling sm from it)
âI think you should just talk to them Todoroki.â
That was harder to do then he expected, you mangaged to avoid him pretty well,
One day he was just fed up and as soon as the bell rang he took your hand and left the class
He takes you to an empty classroom, his left side nearly giving you frostbite
You were about to yell at him before you saw his broken expression
âWhat...what did I do for it to be like this?â You weâre now quiet as you saw the confused and hurt expression on his face. Him barely being able to control either of his quirks, he was shaking, yet still held a confused expression. It just clicked with you, Todoroki wasnât used to the sudden emotions or feelings, and when one of the people heâd usually go to to talk about it wasnât there, he started to crumble.
You hugged him tightly , not caring if his quirks messed up your uniform. âIâm sorry Y/N....Iâm sorry Iâm not enough, but-â You cover his mouth as tears fell from your eyes and onto the ground or his uniform. âI- I-Iâm so sorry Todo...itâs just you never gave me affection and I was being so selfish and petty about it, I just- I didnât realize that you went through your own experience for it to turn out like this. Itâs not your fault, and I love you the way you are Shoto.â Todoroki didnât even notice the tears come down his face as you kissed him over and over again. A small âIâm sorryâ from you every time. His quirks calmed down and now you were holding each other in a random classroom. Youâre heart nearly stopped as you looked up at him and saw a small, teary eyed smile.
After you start Dating again:
Todoroki was much more observant
Heâd stay up late readings articles saying âHow to understand emotionsâ or âIs there other good food then Cold Sobaâ wait-
Regularly gets you gifts, even though most of the time you make him return the stuff since heâs been getting so much with his dads card
Endeavor ended up yelling at you both in a 7/11 while you were stuffing your faces with a soba flavored chips
You both figured out a way to get Todoroki to express himself without words
Heâd slightly activate his left side if he wanted any sort of attention, and his right side was if he was feeling stressed or upset
He subconsciously goes to your dorm now to check up on you to make sure youâve had a glass of water, dinner or anything really (He just wanted a reason to go to your dorm)
You played with his hair once, and heâs never going back
When cuddling heâd lay his head in the crook of your neck, hoping to feel you playing with his hair
You push him to start taking therapy sessions to understand what emotions heâs feeling and how to express them
Takes you in your free time to an empty field just to hear you talk, and learn more about you
And heâd always wake up early and made sure to get a few snacks for you before you woke up and brought them to your dorm room (Last time he tried to cook he almost burned the kitchen down)
Overall Todoroki just loves giving you small head pats now, you donât know where it came from but you didnât complain
Poor bby stuttered so hard the first time he said âI love youâ you giggled
Ended up making him feel embarrassed and like he did something wrong, but you quickly kissed him/praised him
He canât stop saying it now, one time you picked up his pencil, before you could hand it to him just a sudden âI love you Y/Nâ the entire class looked at you both in shock
âSTOP SUCKING FACES OVER THERE!â
âSHUT UP BAKUGOâ
âHAAAH?â
Todoroki is the happiest heâs been.
If itâs a permanent breakup:
âOver? What do you mean weâre over?â
You felt so horrible by the the pure confusion on his face
But the rude things he said to you, over powering your want to get back with him
Lately Todoroki has been more protective, and rude. Insulting everything you do, belittling you slightly. It just added up and you were tired of it
Todoroki tilted his head to the side, deep in thought.
âY/N your being on the dumber side again, are you hanging out with them too much?â You were taken aback by how nonchalantly he insulted you and your friends. âExcuse me? Todoroki did I hear you right?â You stepped foward leaning your head toward him. âOf course you can, or did Bakugoâs yelling make you not hear so well?â The fact he said it with no emotion, or nothing to it was making you clench your fist. âThe hell has gotten into you Todoroki?â You shove his shoulder a bit. He frowned at you heavily making you flinch. âWell if you didnât go and ignore me most of this week maybe I wouldnât be like this. I usually hold my tongue but youâve been rude this entire week.â
You stood there speechless. âWell Ex-fucking-cuse me Shoto. Maybe if you didnât insult me all the damn time I wouldnât ignore you, or wait for an decent apology.â
You drag out the last words as you glared at him, Todoroki giving one back. âIâm only telling the truth so you donât look dumb. Iâm helping you out Y/N, I thought youâd understand.â You scoff in utter shock, you couldnât help the sudden urge to slap some sense into him. Now he stood speechless, the force in that slap causing his hair to look messy, and a red mark on his cheek. Tears were in your eyes as you clenched your fist, biting your lip from cussing him out on the spot. âYour lucky I donât beat your sorry ass, just...just the the fuck out Todoroki!â You pushed him toward the door. He looked at you with no emotion in his face as he saw you start to bawl your eyes out. âJust...just get the hell out Todoroki, itâs over, weâre over.â He felt a pang in his heart, but choose to ignore it and just left.
It only actually came to him during the night as he was about to walk to your dorm after a nightmare, when he realized the entire conversation
He tried knocking on your door but you didnât answer, even though he could hear your music
He went back to his dorm, sat on his bed and just had a full mental breakdown
Realizing his main emotional support that helped him through mostly everything was gone
He felt he said stuff his father said to you already which made it even worse
He tried texting and calling you but you had him blocked on everything
He repeated the entire conversation in his head, just now coming to how disgusting he really did sound
Todoroki for that whole week was an emotional wreck
During hero training if he was thinking about you or what he did he doesnât notice poor Satou trying to get out of his wall of Ice.
Is always with Midoryia at some given time,
He kind of clinged onto people in his circle that gave him attention of some sort
When he some time passed he eventually got over it
After Highschool you both kept in touch, but it pained him when he saw you engaged and happy with another person
But he was happy if you were happy.
Heyyy so this is probably the longest thing Iâve written since like my last Wattpad fanfics I used to do(yikes). But hope you enjoy, and donât be afraid to request! Iâm taking them now so go wild.
Sorry that they were all confusing itâs my first hcs+scenario thingy, but I have a few other things in the works so... đđș
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I Tolerate You... (Sherlock x Reader
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Summary - Ever since meeting Sherlock everything seemed to be to be going great. Your life was spiraling upwards but so is your feelings for the great detective. When Mollyâs jealous words get the better of you. Your insecurity seems to push Sherlock more in your direction causing another stepping stone to some thing greater and something more then just a friendship. Anon Requested: 7 and 27 from the Fluff Promptlist
Ever since John moved out you have taken his place. You are now tasked on going everywhere with Sherlock but you donât mind. Problem is, is the slight age difference. He didnât get your humor especially the slang that you use on a daily bases since you went back to college.Â
You dropped out at 20 but now a few years later here you are again. Sherlock was really good when it came to certain assignments, like chemistry, or math but that isnât the only thing he is good at. He has a great mind and sometimes it is hard to keep up. Unlike John he took time to explain his thought process to you. You didnât know why though you werenât anything special. Just a college student who has to much time on their hands. Mycroft seemed to think the same for a time. Yet he has never seen Sherlock treat any other woman this way. Mycroft is the only one who can see how taboo this partnership is/can be. He could tell that Sherlock had no idea of your affections and vise-versa/ There is a good 10 years between you but the chemistry between the two of you is strong. Mycroft decided to give you a chance. He had many tea meetings with you when Sherlock was out. He confronted you on your feelings which you proceeded to deny but once he swore to secrecy you began to spill the beans. âI mean I donât know if what I feel exactly is âloveâ but I know I feel strongly for him...â Mycroft sat and listened before asking. âWhat made these feelings come about?â This caused you to pause. âI know everyone says this but he really is brilliant, but I donât want him for that reason.â You pause again trying to gather your thoughts. âHe is very... I donât know the term... accommodating? Sweet maybe? He doesnât make me feel bad about myself.â You say dragging your thumb along the rim of your cup. âHe doesnât make me feel like a college drop out though I know he deduced it from the start he didnât point it out... And you know Sherlock he will take any opportunity to show his brilliance.â Mycroft looks at you before saying. âWhat stops you from pursuing him?â He asks and you shrug. âI am to young for him... I am 24 about to turn 25 and he is in his mid-thirties.â You let out a sigh. âAnd I know I am way to childish for him. He would probably want someone more his age...â You say. Mycroft begins to interject but you continue to speak. âI mean. He must have deduced that I liked him... He just doesnât want to say anything. I donât blame him though. I would rather be here and stay his friend then not be here and lose what we have...â Mycrofts eyes seem to widen. âYou really care for him donât you...â You nod.Â
âYeah... Honestly I donât know if I would still be here if it wasnât for him. He showed me that set backs donât determine what a great mind can do.â You look up at Mycroft â In Sherlocks case it may be social cues or understanding certain emotion. For me?â You set the tea cup down and place your hands in your lap. âFor me it is my lack of motivation... He gives me that motivation. He inspired me to go back to college. I dropped out when I was 20. I was 23 when I met him and here I am nearly 25 and I am already at the top of my class.â Mycroft shifts slightly. âThat is truely inspiring (Y/N). I am glad my brother has done some good but I will say he can be quite oblivious.â Mycroft stands up grabbing his umbrella and hanging it over his wrist. âThat may work out in your favor because so far I believe he hasnât caught on to your affections.â He walks over to the main door and turns back to you. âIf something does become of you... You have my blessing.â He says with a nod before exiting. You feel heat come to your cheeks when you hear the door in the floor bellow slam shut.
As of right now you are sitting in front of him as he looks through his microscope in the morgue lab thing. He was spewing some facts on a current case when he notices that you werenât adding anything to the conversation. He looks up at you and you just continue to stare. âHas my excellence rendered you speechless?â He asks with a smug look on his face and you groan. âNo dude you have fuzz in your hair.â You say and lean over and pretend to remove something from his hair. In reality you just wanted to run your hair through his magnificent curls. âWhy do you insist on calling me dude? You sound more American by the day.â He says and you laugh. âI am American dipshit.â Sherlock only rolls his eyes. âAnd insanely vulgar as usual (Y/N)...â âJust admit it! You are so in love with me.â You say. This causes you to let out another ugly belly laugh. If your eyes werenât closed you would have noticed Sherlockâs slight smile before he continued with his work while you continue your math homework. Suddenly the door opens to see Molly who you have come acquainted with, yet she seems a little standoffish. You feel her look between the two of you. âHey Molly!â You say and she gives a strained yet polite âHi.â You continue your work. âYou know a lab is no place to do college work.â Molly says as she walks up next to Sherlock. He doesnât look up from his work but he says. âJealousy doesnât look good on you Molly...â He says in his regular monotone voice. You both look shocked. âWhy would I be jealous of her!â Molly exclaims. âShe is just some college student! Sheâs ju-â âShe is just a woman who receives most of my attention.â He says turning toward her âThat is what makes you jealous Molly and your vibe is off putting now please.â He waves her off and Molly has a shocked look but she quickly rushes off while saying âYou are even using her terminology...â Sherlock goes back to writing his notes when you speak up. âShe is right you know... I am just a college student.â You say fiddling with your pencil. Sherlock pauses and looks up again. âLike... I donât understand why you chose me as your partner in solving crime...â You say and begin packing your things. âYou are feeling insecure. You shouldnât let things people say get to you.â You pause in your packing and look up at him. Sherlock stands up and moves around the table and stands in front of you.
âI canât really help it Sherlock... I mean why should she be jealous. She is a beautiful woman who is way closer to your age a-â âWhy would your age affect how I feel?â He asks looking down at you. You have yet to meet his eye. âAnd what do you feel Sherlock? I am just some college drop out looking for redemption...I am nothing special...â You feel Sherlock place a hand on your shoulder. âPlus you donât feel anything. Well for me at least. You always said sentiment was a weakness... And you also sa-â âI know what I say (Y/N)!â He exclaims causing you to jump and look up at him. âSentiment is a weakness.â He says and your face falls. âItâs a feeling and I am not use to it. Iâm not use to you.â You look confused and go to say something but he covers your mouth. âLet me speak... I am not good with words and I need to get this out.â He says and uncovers your mouth. He places both hands on your shoulders and sighs. âI am not use to you as in... I am not use to the feelings you give me... I... I donât know the feeling itâs just.â He pauses for a moment and paces away from you his back facing you. âI know... I feel... I⊠I tolerate you⊠That is the only way I can describe it. I know it isnât the chemical imbalance of love at least... at least not yet but I-â âI love you too Sherlock...â Sherlock's posture straightens as he turns around. You walk up to him and smile. âI know you donât understand it yet and you donât have to say it back but... I will be here waiting for when you are ready.â You say and he nods. âThank you (Y/N)...â He leans down and kisses your temple. âI really... I really appreciate that.â Your face was beet red which caused a smirk to come over his face but overall this was the best moment you will probably have your entire life. It is sad that someone was there watching you waiting to ruin it.
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Southpaw
pairing: jungkook x female reader (ft. a little sprinkle of namjoon)
genre: childhood friends to lovers, boxer jungkook, college/frat au
includes: swearing, angst, mentions of blood and violence, pining, smut (public/private, unprotected sex, hair pulling, jungkook is big guys, duh), alcohol, smoking weed, jungkook seems like an asshole but heâs really not, OC having a crisis every two seconds, some fluff here and there as well, also this takes place over many months just saying if time gets confusing
premise: Knowing Jeon Jungkook for the better part of your life, you thought you knew everything about him. Well, that was before you two disappeared from each otherâs lives at least. When Jungkook suddenly finds himself buying you a coffee to rekindle your friendship, it leads to much more than you bargained for.
word count: 30k (sheâs a monster sorry guys)Â
quick note: this is my first story back in a year(?) give or take some weeks!! kind of nervous to post & not sure if my writing has declined in anyway but nonetheless here is the beast that has been sitting on my computer since April 2019!! quick disclaimer I donât know much about boxing so if I get stuff wrong - I apologize!! please enjoy & let me know what you think â€ïžhappy 7 years BTS!
recommended songs for reading: pray (JRY, RuthAnne), mushroom chocolate (6lack, quin), hallucinate (dua lipa), wus good/curious (partynextdoor)
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The evening was slowâafter all, it was only a Wednesday. You had just finished serving a table of twoâa young man and young womanâpresumably on a midweek date. You didnât recognize either of them which wasnât surprising considering the campus grossed about 20,000 people. You began to wipe down tables out of boredom, glancing at the clock every two minutes hoping it would jump to when your shift was over in forty-five minutes. Thankfully, you didnât have much work to do when you got home, but you are wishing to get in bed before 10:30 to get a full eight hours of sleep for your lectures tomorrowâsomething you had not had in about two months. Most days, like today, you were running on five hours of sleep and five cups of coffee. It wasnât healthy, you knew that much, but itâs how you had to live your life. Your schedule was too demanding to hit the snooze button multiple times. You had shit to doâand getting your degree was the top priority.
âY/N,â your coworker, Mark, called your name from behind of the counter.
âYeah?â You respond.
âWill you come help me clean this out?â He asks you and you nod diligently.
âOf course,â you say, dropping your current task of wiping already clean tables. Mark was the one student that worked here you could stand to be around. He was very much like you in the sense that school came before anythingâhe too was on a full academic scholarship. He worked here before you, but he made you feel the most comfortable out of everyone. You would consider him a close friend at this point.
The espresso machine was a pain in the ass to clean and did call for two people most of the time. Besides, you would rather smell the remnants of coffee beans than the harsh chemicals of bleach gliding across a table.
âYou have much work to do after your shift?â He asks you.
âNo, thank god,â you shake your head, âI got most of my shit done between my classes today. You?â
âI have to write a ten page paper by midnight,â he sighs, âAnd guess how many pages I have started.â
You give him a short glance, âIâm gonna take a wild guess and say zero.â
âDamn right,â he smiles. A short silence between you two ensues before he speaks again, âOh! Did I tell you Iâm graduating early?â
âWhat? Really?â You look at him and an excited grin plays on his face. âWhen?â
âYeah, I spoke to my advisor this afternoon and turns out, the classes Iâm taking this semester is all I need for my degree,â he speaks with a relieved tone.
âWow, thatâs awesome,â you say genuinely, âI wish that was me,â you give out a small chuckle.
âIâm just glad I donât have to keep stressing over this hell-hole,â he laughs, âThe sooner I get out of here, the better.â
âI feel you on that,â you say, âIâm proud of you nonetheless, youâve worked your ass off dealing with this scholarship.â
He gives you a small smile in return but itâs broken by the bell ringing from the door, signaling a new customer has decided to come in. Your eyes break from Markâs and glance over to the door, your head doing a double take.
Your mouth goes dry when you see themâmore specificallyâhim.Â
No, it wasnât the first time youâve seen him, but you couldnât remember the last time you had seen him outside of a frat party on the weekends. And truly, it was your first time getting a good look at him in awhile. You felt nervousâthough you had no reason to be nervous. You had known him since long before your days as university students, but since you werenât plastered in this scenario, looking at him seemed more like a chore than ever.
âYou want me to get their table?â Mark asks you and you look back at him.
âNo, I got it,â you say, throwing down the cleaning cloth, wiping your hands on your apron.
The small group of boys are too busy in their own conversation to see you approaching them. You clear your throat before grabbing some menus off of the podium.
âHey guys, welcome,â your voice breaks their conversation. The three men your age turn to you all at once and a small smile erupts from one of them.
âY/N? I didnât know you worked here?â Taehyungâanother person you knew all too wellâsmiles and speaks brightly
âYup,â you say simply, âJust been here a little over a month,â you explain pressing the best smile you can muster up. âCâmon, Iâll get you seated and get your order in.â
You lead them towards the back of the small restaurant, seating them in a booth. As they follow you from behind, you can feel their eyes burning into your back and you feel like screaming at the top of your lungs. They sit down and you pass out the menus.
âWhat would you guys like to drink?â You ask, putting a hand on your hip.
âIâll take a coke,â Hobiâyou remember his name easily as you see him around in a few of your classes.
âCoke as well,â Taehyung says.
âJungkook?â His name rolls off your tongue and it sounds foreign. You couldnât remember the last time you had said it, let alone to his face. His brown eyes meet yours and he clears his throat.
âIâll just take a water,â he finally speaks, his gaze breaking just as fast as it met yours.
âIâll get those right out,â a grimace spreads on your face and you turn on your heels to fulfill their drink orders. You hadnât expected the encounter to be so awkward and have so much tensionâbut what did you expect?
Your relationship with Jeon Jungkook was a strange one to say the least. You had known him longer than anyone you associated withâyou meet each other at the tender age of eight in elementary school. You remember that day so vividly.
You had been assigned a seat right beside of him the first day of school. He kept his eyes away from you. Being the energetic child you were, you were expecting him to introduce himself butâhe never did. It actually took being in school a whole week to get him to talk to you. You nudged his arm with your elbow and his eyes meet yours for the first time. You smiled at him, âI like your shirt,â to which he responded a small, âThank you.â He picked at his nails and you smiled at him again, âIâm Y/N,â though he would already know that sitting beside of you. âIâm Jungkook,â he spoke again with a shy smile. That day would change both of your livesâall thanks to you and your mouth that couldnât shut the hell up.
Four years later, at the age of twelve, Jungkook was your best friend. For four years, he was the one person you had came to all about your problemsâhe as well. The two of you would complain equally about school, he would complain about his older brother picking on him, you would complain about your younger sister bothering you nonstopâthe two of you were more alike in more ways than you could imagine. Despite getting older and more different, you and Jungkook shared the same friend group. You had met a girl named Kim Jennie during a pre-algebra class and Jungkook had met a lively kid named Kim Taehyungâno they werenât related but you often joked about it. It was nice having another close friend instead of just having Jungkookâespecially a girl. You and Jennie had more in common than you and Jungkook and Jungkook and Taehyung and more in common than you two. Butâthe four of you clicked and you spent nearly everyday with each other.
At sixteen, a lot of stuff had changed. Yes, you, Jungkook, Taehyung, and Jennie had all remained best friends, but high school was definitely not the same as middle school. You and Jennie joined the tennis team, Jungkook and Taehyung joined the soccer teamâJungkook also joining the baseball teamâwhich kept the four of you more separated than you would have liked. The four of you all sat together at lunch each day, but as each day passed, something felt different with Jungkook. And then, halfway through your second year of high school, the news broke that Jungkook had a girlfriendâa cute girl named Yunaâwho was actually older than him by a year. You felt indifferent about it. He didnât speak to you as much as he used to and he would ditch you, Jennie and Taehyung to hang out with her. It didnât bother Jennie or Taehyung as much as it bothered youâbut then againâyou had known him since you were eight and it felt weird not being Jungkookâs number one girl. You hated to say itâbut you were jealous and you had no idea why.
Two years had passed, the four of you all eighteen and fully legal now. It was the end of your last year of high school and you could not be more ready to leave. Growing up through high school together, the thought of all of you going to the same university was a dream. The four of you were excited to move on to new things. Jungkook and Yuna had broken up a few months prior, not being able to work through the distance of her being away at college. Jungkook soon started molding back to how he was beforeâtexting you throughout the day, complaining, just being Jungkookâyou were happy, happier than when he was with Yuna. It was May when you had received the news that you had been offered a full ride academic scholarship. You cried and cried tears of joyâfinally busting your ass for so long had paid off. Jungkook was so proud of you, though he didnât outwardly show it, the way he looked at you when you had told him was all you needed. Taehyung suggested itâa small celebration of sorts for youâa.k.a. the four of you getting absolutely plastered in his basement. Taehyung had managed to steal some alcohol from his parents and before the four of you knew it, beers had been downed and half a bottle of tequila had been drank. You were laying on the floor, giggling at everything Jennie did, dancing around the room with a bottle of vodka in hand. Jungkook had laid down beside of you, his eyes boring deep onto you. You crane your neck and give him a small smile, not realizing how little space was between the two of you. Jungkook supports himself on an elbow and it was then you had realized how handsome Jungkook had actually become. He spent so long away from you when he was dating Yuna, you didnât realize how much he had grown into his features. That nightâwas singlehandedly the best and worst night of your life.
You had no idea what came over you, but you stood up throwing out your hand for Jungkook to take. He grabbed it with no hesitation, him towering over you as your chests touched and it was the closest the two of you had ever been. Jungkook had looked over to Jennie and Taehyung, still drinking and acting stupid, before grabbing your hand and pulling you into the closest bathroom and shutting the door. Your heart was beating out of your chest and you grip his shirt tightly. The next few moments are a blurâJungkook kisses youâactually kisses you. He gripped your waist tightly, pushing you against the door. A small whine emitted from your lips as he pulled away and you couldnât believe this was actually happening. He kissed you again, pulling your thigh up to rest in his hand. This was wrongâso wrong in so many ways. But neither of you stopped until a bang from the other side of the door broke the steamy makeup session.
That night changed everything between you two. Neither of you talked about it ever again. Despite being so drunk to the point of blacking outâyou remember every detailâand so did he. That summer, you and Jungkook grew apart. And it was the worst thing to ever happen to you.
Now, at twenty-one, almost through university, you had interacted with Jungkook only a handful of times. You had studied together a few times your freshman year, but after your first year, you could count on your hands how many times you had seen each other. Most of the time, only seeing him at parties with other girls hanging off of him. It was painful to see. Even after 3 years of a drunken kiss in Taehyungâs bathroom, it hurt more than ever to see Jungkook with other girlsâbut at the same time you didnât care. You had moved on and so did he. You two were now strangers but your life was goodâyou didnât need him like you used to think. And he seemingly didnât either.
âY/N? Earth to Y/N?â Mark nudged you out of your obnoxiously long reverie and you jumped out of your skin. âAre you okay?â He asks.
You look down and realize that you havenât taken the three of them their drinks, the ice now watering them down to shit.
âY-yeah, Iâm just tired is all,â you begin to pour out the drinks to get new ones before Mark stops you.
âHere, Iâll handle them,â he says, âYou can go home early, itâs fine,â he smiles.
âA-are you sure?â You ask him, not wanting to leave him by himself.
âYeah, itâs about closing time anyways. Just head out, Iâll close,â he nods with a smile and you canât help but to throw you arms around him.
âJesus, thank you. I promise Iâll make it up to you one day,â you tell him pulling away. You wash your hands quickly and throw off your apron.
âGet home safe,â he says and you tell him the same before grabbing your bag. You glance one last time to the table in the back and unexpectedly, Jungkook is staring at you. It makes your breathing hitch and you turn around on your heel quickly, not wanting to linger on his gaze longer than you need to.
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The weekend comes slower than you would like, but itâs Friday which means one thingâtime to go out and get a much needed dose of social life. You and Jennie had found yourself at the Beta Tau Sigma crush party at their fraternity house that evening.
âHere you go, mâlady,â Namjoon comes into your peripheral vision, handing you a drink he specially made just for you.
âThanks,â you give him a small smile. You take a huge gulp without hesitationâyou trusted Namjoon with your life. Not only was he on academic scholarship too, he was also the president of this fraternity which meant if he didnât act straightâhe would face serious consequences. The mix of brains, being ridiculously handsome, and being in a fraternity was a recipe for disasterâhe was your typeâbonafide. You were his type too which is maybe why the two of you clicked so well, particularly in bed.
âMy feet are fucking killing me,â you groan glancing down at your heels, rolling your eyes in the back of your head. Namjoon throws an arm over your shoulder, pulling you closer to him.
âAt least you look hot as fuck,â he lips brush against your ear and you give him a glare.
âIsnât hot kind of a degrading term in todayâs world?â You press.
He narrows his eyes at you, âFineâyou look beautiful, cute, sexyâis that better?â
âMuch better,â you nod playfully and Namjoon gets boldâpulling you even closer to him for a small peck on your lips. Eyes linger on the two of you but you couldnât care. So many girls would love to be in your position and you feel lucky to have captivated Namjoon at least for now. Besides, he was good at fucking and you needed stress relief, as did he.
Unsuspecting, Jungkook waltzed his way into the room and he immediately stops when he sees the sight of you and his older brother Namjoon. He had heard rumors about the two of you, which he brushed offâyou would never go after someone like Namjoonâoh who is he kidding? You and Namjoon are the same person and it kills Jungkook inwardly. The way Namjoon is nuzzled into your neck and the way you're smiling, giggling to every word he says, makes him feel uncomfortable. You looked so different at parties than how he saw you a few days ago at your work. Your legs looked sexy as fuck in your short black dress, your hair flowed down beautifully as opposed to being thrown up, the way red lipstick painted your mouth made him semi hard. Jesus, how after all this time, does he still think about you like this?
Your eyes break away from Namjoon and your smile falls when they meet a familiar set of doe eyes from across the room. Your breath hitches and Jungkook looks so handsome you want to die. His dark hair is slightly parted, his button up is undone at the top, and his legs fulfill his pants better than any guy here. He downs two shots, not breaking his gaze from you. You feel intimidated by his gaze and presence, despite having seen him at these things multiple times. The only difference is that nowâheâs giving you some attention that you werenât ready for.
Your gaze breaks away from each other when a group of loud boysâincluding Taehyung as well as Kai, another brother within the fraternityâcome rushing into the room, hauling a keg in tow.
âHyung! Come on,â Taehyung teases drunkenly as they set down the keg. There are many hyungâs for Taehyung in the room to not have specified which one he was talking about, until he deadpans on Namjoon. âNamjoon-hyung, come on!â
Namjoon begins to shake his head in protest, âIâd rather not,â he puts his hands up, keeping his distance from Taehyung, âGotta keep an eye on this one tonight,â he nudges you and Taehyungâs eyes widen when her realizes itâs actually you, standing beside of his older brother.
âY/N! Hey! Whatâs up! Didnât expect to see you here, especially with this one again,â he narrows his eyes to Namjoon.
âHi Taehyung,â you give him a small smile.
âDo a keg stand with me?â His eyes bulge out like a puppy dog and your own widens in shock at the question.
âOh no,â you protest, looking up at Namjoon, âLast time I did a keg stand was freshman year and I said never again,â you explain to him. He gives you a pout.
âFuck,â Taehyung says, âWell who is gonna do this shit with me then?â He sounds impatient and frustrated.
âGet Jungkook tooâheâs been looking over in this direction for too long, give âem something to do,â Namjoon says and you look up at him. Did he notice Jungkook looking at you? Shit.
âHell yeah, that little shit will definitely do it,â Taheyung smirks and yells for Jungkook to come over. Jungkook is preoccupied with a girl before Taehyung breaks his mojo from across the room. Jungkook sees Taehyung and you standing together and he furrows his eyebrows. He excuses himself from his pussy date for the night and saunters his way over towards your direction. You keep your eyes anywhere but Jungkook as he approaches you.
âHey hyung,â Jungkook greets Namjoon, âY/N,â he says slowly and you tense up. âWhat do you want Taehyung?â He spits out. Heâs clearly buzzed as the attitude coming off of his tongue is stronger than usual.
âDo this fucking keg stand with me pussy,â Taehyung presses and Jungkook scrunches his nose.
âFuck no,â Jungkook responds and Taehyung rolls his eyes.
âCome onnnn,â he drags out, begging his life long best friend to do it.
âAbsolutely not, Iâve done it once and I said never again,â Jungkook says and your eyes nearly pop out of your head. Taehyung looks at you and Jungkook and shakes his head.
âI swear you two are the same person in a different body, itâs weird,â Taehyung says, âYour loss,â and Taehyung is soon leaving your side to find someone else to do his proposition.
Jungkook is left standing in front of you and Namjoon in an awkward silence.
âDonât forget, youâre on clean up duty Jeon,â Namjoon raises an eyebrow at the younger man.
Jungkook groans, âFine, whatever hyung,â his words run together as he gives you a final glance, âSee you later Y/N,â is the last thing he says before he walks away to find the girl he was smooching up prior.
Namjoon gives you a weird look before you are furrowing eyebrows at him, âWhat?â You ask.
âWhatâs up with you two?â He asks motioning over to Jungkook.
âWhat do you mean?â You gulp down your drink hoping to hide the nervousness in your tone.
âDidnât you two use to be like, best friends or some shit?â He asks.
You shrug your shoulders, âYeah, when we were kids,â you chuckle.
Namjoon doesnât seemed convinced, âI remember you two hanging out a lot during Jungkook's freshman year here, what happened?â
You shrug once again, âPeople grow apart,â you answer simply, not wanting to go in detail how one kiss basically ruined whatever your friendship was with him. Namjoon suddenly smiles, a dimple showing in his left cheek.
âYou know he talks about how hot you are? Not all of the time, but Iâve heard it before,â he laughs and you freeze in your spot.
âWhat are you trying to prove by interrogating me Joon?â You say with some attitude. That was the least thing you expected to come out of his mouth.
âHey, Iâm just asking questions!â He defends himself, âI just didnât know if something happened between you twoâlike you dated or something and shit got weird, I donât know⊠just curious,â he chuckles a bit.
You eyes widen and you feel yourself getting warm, âOh no, we never dated orâŠanything like thatâŠâ you trail off. âWeâve just grown apart, weâre too different now.â
Namjoon raises an eyebrow at you, âAccording to Taehyung you two are the same person.â
You glare at him, âGet me another drink,â you shove your cup into his hand and see laughs at you before sauntering away for a few seconds. He comes back with a full glass and you down half of it in a few seconds.
âEw,â you scrunch up your nose. Nice, you think to yourself.
âMaybe you should talk to him? Iâm sure having an old friend is nice every once in awhile,â Namjoon continues, clearly interested in your history with Jungkook.
âI have Jennie,â you answer, âBesides, conversation goes both ways. If he really wanted to be friends again, he could talk to me.â You knew that answer was stupid. Jungkook didnât even speak to you when you were younger. You were the one that initiated the friendship, not him, and you knew that.
âWhatever you say space cowboy,â Namjoon draws out and you give him a glare.
âDid you just quote Kacey Musgraves?â You ask with a small smile on your face.
âFuck yeah I did,â he smirks, âSheâs a gay icon are you kidding me, Iâm obsessed with her.â
âJoonie, youâre not even gay,â you laugh.
âSo? I love anyone who supports gay rights! Donât discriminate my quotes!â He defends himself and you cannot help but laugh at him.
âLetâs go dance,â you grab his hand and pull him out of the kitchen onto the main dance floor. Namjoon was perhaps one of the more attractive people youâve met here in your four years. He oozed sex appeal and charisma, which is why anytime he wanted to hang out or take you to a partyâyou obliged. If it meant getting in his bed at the end of the night, wearing the heels was worth it.
Namjoon puts his hands on your waist and the two of you dance to music in the crowded dance floor. Namjoon grabs a bottle of liquor from one of his other brothers who you have never met before and the two of you share a nice gulp of the cheapâbut very strongâvodka.
You havenât had too much to drink but you know if you drink anymore, you will not make it back to your apartment. You push the bottle away from you and turn to face Namjoon. His brown eyes stare into yours with a glassy, tipsy appearance, and he smirks at you.
âWhat?â You question him as his grip gets tighter on you.
âI wasnât lying when I said you looked hot,â he says smoothly and you roll your eyes yet again.
âHow sweet,â you grumble, biting down on your bottom lip. Without a warning, he leans in and pecks your lips gently. The alcohol in your veins surges through you as you lean back in and close the gap. Even in your heels, you still have to crane your neck some to fully reach his stature. His hands grip your waist tightly and you tug at his light brown locks, pulling him impossibly closer to you.
He presses himself into you a little bit harder and you can tell he wants you, his hands gripping one at your waist and the other one in your hair. Everything around you goes blank was it only feels like the two of you in the room together. Unfortunately, your moment is ruined when someone bumps into the two of you, knocking you apart. Namjoon steadies you and he glares at the two girls that ran into you.
âYou want to get out of here?â Namjoon says into your ear, his breath fanning over your neck sending chills down you body.
âYeah,â you nod a little too excitedly and he grabs your hand pulling you away from everyone. Namjoon is taking you up the stairs before someone calls out your name.
âY/N!â You turn around in Namjoonâs grip to find Jennie holding onto the railing of the stairs, swaying back and forth drunkenly.
âOh god,â you mutter.
âIs she okay?â Namjoon asks as he follows behind you back down the stairs. No, in fact, she looks terrible.
âJennie, whatâs up? I thought you were with Suzy?â You ask her and her face scowls.
âI was, but then⊠he showed up,â Jennie says, knowing exactly who she is talking about, âAnd he brought another girl with him! Y/N, whatâs wrong with me? Am I not good enough for him?â Jennie is rambling as tears began to flow down her face. You look at Namjoon as he assesses the situation.
âI-I can get an Uber for her, if youâd like?â Namjoon offers and you nod.
âPlease?â You beg and Namjoon grabs your hand squeezing it reassuringly before walking away to get the car.
âJennie, come on, snap out of it,â you tell her and she continues to sob in your arms.
âY/N, I donât get it, I love him and he says he loves me but he does this shit all of the time,â she rambles.
âI know, I know,â you try to calm her down, âJennie your drunk right now, but youâre so much better than him. I know you donât realize it, but you areââ
âHe makes me feel like shit,â Jennie sighs and you cradle your friend. Unfortunately, Jennie doesnât have the best taste in men and she finds herself stuck in toxic situations she canât get out of. You wish you could help more then you do but when Jennie is drunk, itâs hard to get anything through to her.
âCome on, letâs go to the bathroom,â you pull her up before she starts fighting you.
âI donât need to use the bathroom though,â she pouts.
âWell, you might, letâs go,â you manage to hold her up and get to a bathroom in a hallway that isnât too crowded. You reach for the handle only to be disappointed that itâs locked. Great.
You beat on the door with your free hand, âHurry up in there! I have a crisis hanging off of my arm!â
âHey, donât call me that you bitch,â Jennie frowns and you roll your eyes, knowing she wonât remember any of this in the morning. You beat on the door again and again and again and finally, someone unlocks it and opens it fully.
The sight makes your eyes widen and your body heat up on fire. In front of you stands Jungkook against the counter zipping up his pants and the girl he was with earlier standing from her knees, wiping her mouth with a smirk. She leaves the bathroom, leaving you standing there with Jennie alone. When his eyes meet yours, his face goes ghostly pale. His mouth parts open and he feels like crawling into a hole to die.
âY/N, Jennie?â Is all that comes from his mouth.
âMove Jungkook,â you say sternly and he moves to make room for you two in the bathroom.
âUh, do you need anyââ
âLeave Jungkook, I donât need any help,â you say frustrated at the sight you just witnessed. You donât know why you felt angry at him. You knew that he slept around like most fraternity boysâbut to see him after getting sucked off in a bathroomâwas new territory. Not only did it bring up the memory of you and him back in Taehyungâs bathroom all those years ago, it made you physically sick to know that you were just a pawn for him then. Who are you trying to kid? You were nothing to him. Once he figured out what his dick was used for, thatâs all he cared about. Christ, you say to yourself, fuck him.
Jungkook leaves the two of you alone and within seconds, Jennie is over the toilet hurling her entire stomach up. You hold her hair back as she heaves into the toilet, trying not to gag yourself.
âY/N,â she mumbles, âI donât feel good.â
âI know, just keep it in the toilet please,â you say looking away at the sight.
Thankfully, Namjoon appears at the door. âThe Uber is here,â he announces.
âCome on, weâre going to get you home,â you tell her, wiping her mouth with some toilet paper.
âHome?â She asks, âThank god.â
Namjoon grabs her other side as the two of you carry her outside into the fresh air. You have to admit, the fresh air as sobered you up slightly. You spot the car waiting up front and Namjoon opens the door for Jennie.
âThank you so much,â you tell Namjoon as he helps Jennie into the car.
âItâs seriously not a problem,â he smiles, âYou should go with her,â he suggests and you feel your heart drop.
âA-are you sure?â You ask, subtle disappointment in your tone.
âYeah, itâs fineâweâll pick up another time,â he gives you a wink and you smile back.
âOkay, thanks again.â
You load into the back of the Uber with Jennie and you just pray that she doesnât hurl in the car, for the sake of you and the Uber driverâs car. You were not about to pay the $200 fee for puke in the backseat.Â
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The next morning comes all too quickly in your deep sleep. When you wake up, you are not expecting Jennie to be in your bed with you. You had nearly forgotten she refused to sleep in her own bed last night, therefore you having to give in to her wishes of sleeping with you. Thankfully, you donât feel like you have too bad of a hangover. For Jennie though, you know she will probably be in bed all day with a bottle of Tylenol at her bedside.
You check your phone and your eyes nearly burst from your head. Itâs 1:07 PM.
âFuck,â you groan to yourself. You did not need to sleep this late considering you absolutely needed to study for your exams on Monday. Not only was it an examâit was your midterm exams in your human sciences and financial analytics classes, two classes that were kicking your ass. The longer you laid in your bed, meant the longer you were losing time to cram in your studying. You swig the sheets and blankets off of you to find yourself still in your party dress from last night. You grab a pair of leggings and a sweatshirt from your wardrobe before heading to the bathroom.
Your appearance makes you shudder when you seeing yourself in the mirror. You didnât even take off your makeup, mascara and lipstick stains spread out on your face. Now it was time to really pray that you wouldnât breakout from the old layer of foundation on your face. You grab a makeup wipe to get the gunk off of yourself before you step into an insanely hot shower.
You manage to shower quickly, scrubbing your body and face off of any stench left of you from last night. You step out, moisturizing each crevice that you can reach before you throw on your clothes. You feel 200% better now that you have showered and you can hear footsteps coming down from the hallway. Jennie appears at the bathroom door rubbing her eyes harshly.
âGood morning sleepyhead,â you comment and she stretches out her limbs, her dress hiked up far up her legs where her underwear is showing.
âUgh!â She groans loudly, âMy head is pounding. What the fuck happened last night?â
âThereâs some medicine out in the kitchen,â you say as you follow her out into your living room and kitchen area. She goes immediately to the medicine cabinet and downs two pills with ease.
âWhere are you going?â She asks as you began to gather up your school work into your book-bag.
âI have to study,â you tell her and she closes her eyes again, the sun being too harsh for the light.
âItâs Saturday Y/N,â she says obviously.
âI know,â you zip up your bag, throwing it over your shoulder, âBut I have two midterms MondayâI canât make below a B or I can get in trouble with the dean,â you explain and she nods, her sleepy gaze staring at you.
âWell, have fun. Iâll be hereâdying,â she grins and you salute her off, leaving your shared apartment to go to the campus library.
The library is only about a ten minute walk and thankfully, not many students are flocking to the location on a Saturday afternoon. You assume that everyone is either hungover like Jennie or just donât give a shit enough to come out and study.
You grab a coffee from the small coffee shop outside the library before you go in, sit down, and get to work on your studying. You turn on your classical music radio as you take out out your printed slides, notes, and textbooks. As strange as it is to say, as much as you hated studyingâitâs where you felt the most comfortable. You knew you were smart and you knew school was your strongest traitâeveryone knew that about you.
You go through each chapter of your human sciences class, writing and rewriting notes on new sheets of a paper. You make flashcards as you go along. You answer the obnoxiously long quiz questions at the end of your textbook as you go along.Â
Thankfully, you havenât had any distractions and before you know it, itâs been nearly two hours since you first sat down. Your coffee is now cold but you donât care as you need the caffeine to keep you going. You are about to pull out all of your analytics material before suddenly, a coffee cup in placed on the table in front of you. You look at the source and look back down until you look up again.Â
âJungkook?â You ask pulling out one of your earbuds. His face is tired, the bags underneath his eyes prominent. Heâs wearing a gray tracksuit, his hair messy underneath his somewhat contained beanie.
âH-hi,â he says simply, âCan I sit?â He asks referring to the chair across from you. You nod as he slings his backpack off and into the floor as he plops down in the chair.
âHi,â you speak lowly. Thereâs tension between the two of you. Itâs uncomfortable. You hate it, almost as much as you hate the sight you saw last night. âWhatâs up?â The question is simple, but forced.
He shrugs, âI dragged myself out to study despite my busting headache,â he says scratching the back of his neck.
âJungkook in the library? To study? Did I hear that right?â You ask and he laughs slightly.
ïżœïżœYup, unfortunately you did,â he answers before letting out a sigh. âI uh, got you this,â he slides the coffee cup over to you and you furrow your brows. You face heats up. Why would he buy you a coffee? The time Jungkook bought you something was a card and flowers the evening of your high school graduation, why the hell would he buy you a coffee?
âThanks,â you laugh awkwardly grabbing the cup from him. You take a sip from the cup and realize itâs exactly how you like it. Three creams, an espresso shot, and a dash of vanilla flavoring. âHowâd you know this is what I like?â You ask.
âUh, you told me a few years back,â he says shy, his gaze ripping away from you. âI assumed it was the same, thank god,â he laughs trying to lighten up the mood.
âThanks,â you repeat, unsure of what to say.
âUh, howâs Jennie this morning?â He asks you with a genuine concern. You look from him, not being able to hold his gaze without burning up.
âSheâs fine,â you say, keeping your eyes on your notes and hands in front of you.
âThatâs good,â he says awkwardly. His leg is bouncing uncontrollably underneath the table and he feels like he needs to throw up.
âWhy did you buy me this?â You ask him. He wants something, you can feel it.
âUm, no reason, I-I just saw you h-here and I know how much you love coffee,â he stumbles over his words and you meet his gaze again, before giving him a glare.
âHm,â you mumble.
âListen Y/N,â he starts, sounding more clear of his words, âI know we donât really have a relationship anymore but, I-I just wanted to apologize to you about⊠the bathroom⊠last night,â he sighs and he hangs his head down for a second.
Your expression is blank and you shrug your shoulders with a small head shake, âDonât worry about it.â
He nods slowly before a silence falls between you two.
âListen, um I really have to get back to studying for my midterm tomorrow. Thank you again for the coffee,â you say with a small smile, trying your best to be cordial with him.
He nods getting ready to stand up but he stops abruptly, âWhat are you doing this week?â
The question catches you off guard.
âOh, um,â your mouth is dry and itâs hard to find the words, âProbably studying, working, I donât know,â you shrug again.
âWell uh, I was wondering if you wanted to meet up?â He bits his lip nervously, âWe havenât hung out in awhile, I thought maybe we could catch up?â
Awhile would be an understatement. The boy and you exchange another glance before you begin to nod hesitantly.
âSure,â you answer simply.
âCool,â he responds, âYou still have the same number?â He asks. The question is weird. How is it that your best friend of so many years has to ask if your number is the same?
âYeah,â you nod. He nods too, saying a quick goodbye before you watch as his built frame disappears into another corridor of the library, your eyes lingering a little too long on his built frame. What the hell was that?
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On Monday, both of your exams go a lot better than you were expecting them to. Your human sciences exam had already been graded and you made a 94 which in turn meant you were over the moon. Now you could only hope for that in analytics.
You know sat across from Jennie at one of your campusâs sandwich shops eating a late lunch.
âI donât even know why you stress so much about your grades Y/N,â Jennie says, âYou always end up with an A.â
âJennie, I worry because if I donât get Aâs I can get kicked out of the honors program, you know this,â you say with pointed eyes, âBesides, I made a B in that business statistics class I had my freshman year, Iâm still pissed about that!â
âBoohoo, I got a C minus in that class,â Jennie rolls her eyes, âAll Iâm saying is, you just need to loosen up. I know school is stressful but I know that you have to be going crazy.â
âI am going crazy Jennie,â you whine, âIâm just glad we donât have much longer,â you sigh heavily.
âYou and me both,â she adds, âIâm sorry I interrupted your stress relief the other night,â she says.
âWhat?â
She laughs, âYou almost got dicked down by Namjoon and I ruined it,â she pouts and you giggle at her.
âItâs fine,â you shake your head, âHe said we could pick it up another time.â
âGood, his fine piece of ass is something you gotta keep,â she smirks. Suddenly, your phone makes a ding on the table and you grab it quickly. Your eyes widen slightly when you see the text message.
[3:32 PM Jeon Jungkook] hey do you still want to do something this week?
âWho is that?â Jennie asks you.
âUh, nobody,â you shake your head putting the phone back down.
âIt most definitely is not nobodyâyour eyes are huge,â she points out. Dammit.
âUm,â you start, âWell last week at work, Jungkook, Taehyung, and their friend Hobi came in later at night,â you tell her, âAnd it was awkward and then I saw Jungkook at the party on Saturday.â
âWe see him all the time at the parties we go,â she shrugs.
âI know, but then he came up to me in the library the other dayâŠand bought me a coffee,â you finish.
Jennieïżœïżœïżœs eyes widen. âWhat?â
âI know right,â you say.
âWonder what he wants from you?â She purses her lips.
âHe asked if he wanted to go out this week,â you shrug, âHe said we havenât in awhile and he wanted to âcatch upâ,â you say.
Jennieâs eyebrows furrow. âHm,â she mumbles, âWell are you going to?â
âI donât know,â you tell her honestly, âI think Iâve seen enough of him to last me awhile.â
Jennie grimaces at you, âCome on Y/N,â she says, âYou and Jungkook used to be inseparable, I donât even know what the fuck happened to you two.â
âWe just grew apart Jennie,â you tell her.
âFriendships like you and Jungkook donât just âgrow apartâ,â she uses air quotes.
âBelieve what you want,â you mutter, picking at your food suddenly not feeling too hungry.
âWhy wouldnât you go? Thereâs nothing stopping you is there?â She presses.
âNot exactly, but⊠I donât know if itâs a good idea,â you mumble.
âY/N, heâs your oldest friend,â she says, âYouâve known him longer than anyone else here, I know that you miss him as your friend,â she goes on.
âI donât know Jennie, weâre not the same people we used to be. Weâre not compatible as friends anymore, itâs weird.â
âHow can it already be weirder than it is now? Itâs weird as fuck that you two grew up together and donât speak to each other anymore. Iâd say go, just hangout, who knows what might happen,â she reasons and you cannot help but agree with her.
You donât say anything else as you pull your phone back out.
[3:38 PM Me] Yeah Iâm free tonight if you want to do something!
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Jungkook picks you up at seven on the dot. You feel nervousness settling in your stomach and you suddenly care about your appearance. When you open the door of your apartment and welcome him in, you have to tell yourself to keep your mouth closed.
Heâs dressed in a sweatshirt and ripped jeans but he looksâŠso good? You hope you arenât overdressed in your dress and denim jacket and he smiles when he meets your gaze.
âHey,â he greets you and you welcome him into your apartmentâa place he has never been.
âHi,â you say grabbing your keys from the kitchen. âJennie!â You shout and she emerges from the laundry room
âYeah?â She stops dead in her tracks when she sees Jungkook. âOh, hey Jungkook.â
âHi,â he smiles.
âIâll be back later,â you tell her, âWhat are you doing tonight?â
âI have to write a report and I guess Iâm going to do your laundry since youâre lazier than shit,â she presses. You throw up your middle finger and turn to Jungkook.
âYou ready?â
âYeah, letâs go.â
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âWhere are we going?â You ask him as you make your way outside, keeping a relative distance between you and him.
âYou hungry?â Jungkook proposes, almost with a playful tone.
âMhm,â you mumble, looking down at the ground as you walk. This was weird⊠so fucking weird. The last time you and Jungkook had hung out was around two and a half years agoânot even shitting. You wonder if he still liked the same things, had the same hobbies, ate the same food, but you were completely unsure of yourself in this circumstance. The nervousness hasnât settled in your stomach and your mind wonders if heâs nervous too.
âAlright, câmon,â he says and you meet his gaze before he changes direction with you in tow.
Itâs not even a five minute walkâmind you, in silenceâuntil we reach the place Jungkook had led you to.
âReally Jungkook?â You raise an eyebrow at him as you step into your all too familiar work place.
âWhat?â He laughs, âThe food is good,â he continues.
âIâm starting to think you brought me here for my employee discount,â you press to him and he tilts his head.
âYou have an employee discount?â He repeats, âGood to know,â he chuckles and in turn, you return a small laugh, feeling a little more comfortable.
Mark isnât working tonight, but unfortunately, a girl named Kyla is and you absolutely despise her. Her biggest personality trait is just being a bitchâa bitch for no reason! Sure, you can have your bitchy moments but youâre not going to be a bitch to someone unless they deserve it.
âY/N⊠Jungkook,â Kyla says slowly, looking between the two of you. âJust sit wherever you like,â she says. The restaurant is free real estate as you two are the only ones here.
You choose a booth, sliding in on one side, Jungkook on the other.
âDo you know her?â You ask Jungkook once she walks away from your table.
Jungkook looks pale, âIâve met her, once or twice,â he says and itâs all the confirmation you need to understand that means heâs fucked her once or twice.
You donât say anything else as you look through the menu, already knowing exactly what you want.
âWhen did you start working here?â Jungkook asks you.
âOh, about a month ago,â you say. He already knows that. I guess you and Jungkook are really too that point, huh? Small, dull, repetitive conversation?
âHow did your exams go?â He asks, chewing on his bottom lip. Heâs nervousâyou can sense it.
âBetter than I thought,â you answer honestly.
âHm, let me guessâyou thought you did terrible but ended up getting an A,â he reads you perfectly.
âHey! I donât think like that,â you say even thought you know that is a fat lie.
âCome on Y/N, youâve been that way since we were fourteen. Lying sends you to hell you know,â he raises an eyebrow at you and you look away from him to suppress your laugh.
âFine. I got a 94 on one of them, I donât know about the other one yet,â you tell him.
âSee, youâre a genius,â he says and you shake your head.
âMost definitely not,â you say.
âI was always so envious of you growing up, you just sat there in school and you just⊠got it,â he says remembering back to your younger days, âAll of us were jealous of you,â he adds.
âI can guarantee nobody was jealous of me Jungkook,â you give him a grimace, âWe all were stupid in our own ways, maybe you more than anyone else,â you decide to pick on him since youâre feeling more relaxed as the conversation keeps going.
âHey, no need to shit on me like that,â he gives you a pout.
Your phone suddenly vibrates against the table. Itâs probably Jennie, you think to yourself as you flip the phone over. To your surprise, itâs not JennieâItâs Namjoon.
[7:28 PM Kim Namjoon] hope you had a good day
[7:29 PM Kim Namjoon] mine would be a lot better if you were sitting on my cock right now
Your eyes widen and you flip the phone back over with a slam to the table. Jungkook looks at you curiously.
âWhose that?â He asks.
You want to lie, but Jungkook can tell when youâre lying. âJust Namjoon,â you tell him, âHe was asking about some homework.â
Jungkook nods slowly before chewing on his bottom lip again, âYou and hyung are good friends?â
Your face drops and you donât say anything.
âIâm just asking since Iâve seen you guys together at our parties,â he adds while clearing his throat.
âYeah, weâre friends,â is all that comes from your mouth. Jungkookâs eyes are hard to read but you can tell he knows youâre not saying what youâre actually thinking. What he wants you to do is be honest with him and tell him that yeah, you and Namjoon fuck from time to time, but of course, he doesnât get that answer.
About twenty minutes later, Kyla is bringing your food.Your stomach growls as the scent of the food comes into your nostrils. The two of you begin eating, keeping some small talk between the two of you.
âAre you still a business major?â You ask him as you chow down on your French fries loaded with ketchup.
Jungkook scrunches his face up, âHell no,â he shakes his head.
You stop your chewing momentarily, âOh,â is all you can muster. âIâm sure that went over well with your father.â
Jungkook gives you a short glance, a smirk across his face, âIt went as well as you can imagine.â
Growing up, Jungkook was expected to go to college, get a business degree of some kind and him and his older brother were to takeover his fatherâs company by the time he was 30âyou would know, Jungkook would secretly complain to you about nonstop as teenagers.
âWhat are majoring in now?â
âPhotography and film,â he answers boldly.
âOh, wow,â you tell him, âThatâs a big move.â
âIâd rather die than being forced to do something I donât want to do, thatâs no way to live life,â he munches on his burger, his eyes looking straight into yours.
âHowâs Taehyung?â You ask him.
âHeâs good,â he laughs a little bit, âWould you believe it if I told you he has a girlfriend?â He cocks his head slightly.
âTaehyung? And a girlfriend?â You say in disbelief. âYouâre kidding, right?â
âNope,â he chuckles, âItâs weird though, he wonât introduce me to her, hell he wonât even tell me her name.â
You furrow your eyebrows, âThat is weird,â you pause, âMaybe he thinks youâll steal her,â you smirk jokingly.Â
Jungkook shakes his head, âTaehyungâs got more game than I do, trust me,â he says with a laugh.Â
âIâm assuming you donât have a girlfriend?â You ask him nervously, biting down on your bottom lip.
Jungkook stops eating and rolls his tongue on the inside of his cheek, âNo, I havenât dated anyone since Yuna really.â
The confession surprises you and you somewhat donât believe him.
âWhy not?â You press.
He shrugs, âJust havenât found anyone I like I guess, like, really like, you know?â
You nod understandingly. Before Namjoon (whom you arenât even dating) you had dated this guy for awhile and he was nice but you were bored as fuck in that relationship. Thankfully, you moved on from that onto better things.
Once the two of you finish your meals, Jungkook pays before you can protest and you leave the restaurant around 8:30 PM. You shove your hands into your jacket and walk along beside of Jungkook, lazily kicking rocks when you come across them.
âSo, what did I do to deserve a free meal and a coffee from Jeon Jungkook in the span of two days?â You look up at him and he glances down to you quickly.
âI said I wanted to catch up, how else was I supposed to do that?â He smirks and you hit his arm playfully.
You donât say anything so he continues.
âI donât know, itâs just when I saw you last week working, I hadnât seen you in so long⊠let alone speak to you,â he pauses, âIt made me realize that I miss our friendship, I missed usâŠâ he trails off, looking straight ahead.
âWhy didnât you reach out sooner?â You ask him seriously.
Jungkook hesitates some, âYou could have reached out too, the phone works both waysâ his words are unexpected, harsh. And they somewhat hurt.
You donât say anything again, feeling a sting in your chest.
âI didnât mean it like that Y/N,â Jungkook say, stopping his path to stand in front of you, âItâs just⊠we havenât spoken in so long. I feel like youâre a completely different person ever since we got here to university. I donât know what happenedââ
âYou donât know what happened?â Your tone is sharp. âAre you stupid Jungkook?â
He looks taken aback, âW-what?â
âWhen we were eighteen and you fucking kissed me thatâs what happened and thatâs when shit changed Jungkook, donât act like you donât know,â you sound angry to which, you are. Talking about this gets you riled up.
Jungkook lowers his head, âWe should have talked about that, I know butââ
âBut what Jungkook? It ruined our friendship and you know it.â
âI ruined it?â He now sounds pissed off. âWhat ruined our friendship was you acting like I didnât exist once we got here to college. You blew me off and blew me off time and time again,â he runs a hand through his hair, âI tried to maintain this friendship and you know it. If that stupid, fucking, drunken kiss bothered you that bad, you should have been a big girl and told me.â
You feel frustrated and you feel tears are threatening to spill out of you. You want to comeback with something, but you know heâs right. He did try and you were the one to put distance between you both.
âI-I,â you start but no words come out. âIâm sorry Jungkook. Itâs just when we got here, things got more complicated and more stressful, and I couldnât afford distractionsââ
âSo Iâm a distraction now?â
âWhat? No, no, I didnât mean it like that,â you shake your head in protest.
âSo, hanging out at fraternity houses every weekend, getting hammered with Jennie every weekend, smoking pot once in awhile, and fucking Namjoon isnât a distraction? But your best friend of fourteen years is a distraction?â Jungkookâs words come out in a frenzy and you feel slightly attacked.
âExcuse me what? Jungkook noââ you stop yourself from speaking. You know heâs right but that doesnât give him a right to attack you like that. âSo, whatâs your excuse then for not being the bigger person than, huh? Getting sucked off too many times in a bathroom and you realized you donât need my attention anymore? Huh?â
Jungkookâs eyes darken and you can tell heâs pissed off.
âAre you fucking kidding me?â He asks you.
âJungkook, youâre my oldest friendââ
âYou donât treat me like itââ
âWell neither do you,â you back go back and forth with each other. Youâre frustrated. Angry. Sad.
Jungkook is fighting a battle in his head. âIâm sorry okay,â he says, âI think we both can admit weâve acted shitty to each other.â
You look away from him staring aimlessly at your lap, âIâm sorry too, I shouldnât have said that.â
âNeither should have I,â he says. âI just wish you had told me about that stupid kiss, we could have talked through it Y/N. I wasnât thinking back then.â
âWhy did you kiss me?â
Jungkookâs eyes look panicked and he scratches the back of his neck.
âI had a stupid little crush on you at the time okay? And alcohol doesnât help, it only intensified my feelings.â
âWhat?â Your mouth drops agape at the confession.
âI know, stupid right,â he shakes his head, âFuck I wished we had discussed this sooner because this is so embarrassing,â he laughs while shaking his head.
Youâre in disbelief. Jungkook liked you? How did you not know? It makes your insides tingle at the thought, but you know you shouldnât get excited so you drown out the feeling deep within you.Â
âWell, that was years ago,â you tell him, âAll we can do now is look ahead,â your breath is uneven and shaky.
âYouâre right,â he mutters, âI really am sorry Y/N, I-I just want you as a friend againââ
âI forgive you Jungkook. And Iâm sorry too.â
What Jungkook does next is unexpected but all too familiar. He grabs your chin and squeezes it in his hand. You swat him away with a laugh as he pulls you in by an arm. You oblige his movements and rest your head on his shoulder as the two of you keep walking. Thereâs something oddly intimate about this gesture. And the whole atmosphere has changed but you like itâit feels⊠like home.
âCan I ask you something?â You mumble.
âYou just did,â he laughs and his chest rumbles underneath you.
âShut the fuck up,â you lean up from him with a smile, âNamjoon said you talk about me a lotâŠ?â You trail off your question. You could be sneaky if you really wanted to be.
âHe did?â Jungkook panics. Fucking Namjoon, he thinks to himself. âW-what did he say?â He stumbles on his words.
âJust stuff,â you respond hesitantly, âHe may or may not have said that you called me hot.â Jungkook freezes beside of you.
âFucking hell, Iâm gonna kill hyung,â he mutters underneath his breath, âLook Iâm sorry okayâI was really drunk and I saw you at one of our parties in this short ass dress and fuck, yeah I said you were hotâIâm sorry okay? I know thatâs so fucking weird jeez, Iâm sorryââ
âJungkook itâs fine,â you laugh interrupting his rambling. âItâs not weird, I just wanted to know whether or not Namjoon was feeding me shit.â
âYou donât think itâs weird?â He asks and you can sense that he is very embarrassed. âI told you, Iâm not good with my alcohol.â
You shake your head, âI mean, youâre pretty hot too if I say so myself,â the words tumble from your mouth and you actually want to crawl in a hole and die. Did you just say that?! Jungkook looks at you as you turn your face away from him. Fuck, he thinks to himself. He glances down your body and notices the cleavage coming through your dress and the way you hair is pulled to one side. Fuck, he thinks again, yeah, stupid little crush three years ago my ass.
âCan I tell you something?â His voice his quiet, serious.
âOf course,â you look up at him with a concern face.
âYou canât tell anyoneânot even Jennie,â he says, his voice low. You give him a confused look, but nod anyways.
âWhatâs wrong?â You ask him. He bits at his lip, feeling uneasy.
He takes in a deep breath before exhaling, âWhen I changed my major a few months back, my parents threatened to cut me offââ
âWhoa, what?â
âAnd theyâre still threatening to if I donât get my shit straight.â
âJungkook, I donât get what youâre saying? Have you done something?â You ask him, feeling already too uneasy about where this conversation is going.
âNo, I havenât done anythingâthatâs the problem. I havenât proved to them that Iâm worthy for them to keep paying for my school. I havenât proved to them that I can get a job somewhere. My grades arenât proving anything to them.â
âWhat are you gonna do if they cut you off? You canât pay for this shit-hole by yourselfâthey know that.â You notice the way his jaw is grinding and his breathing is shaking.
âPlease donât get mad at me,â he mumbles quietly. Oh god. âRecently I started taking up, um⊠boxing,â he says, unsure of his words.
ââŠOkay?â You say slowly.
âIâve been fighting, like underground fighting,â you almost donât hear him, but then you do, and you want to laugh in his faceâbut heâs being serious.
âFighting? Jungkook what the fuck?!â You push yourself away from the comfort of his side, âAre you crazy?!â
âIâm getting paid for the fightsâif I win at least,â he tries to sound reasonable but to you, you want to scream at him in anger.
âJungkook, are you fucking kidding me? Youâre fighting? Instead of finding a real job?â
âY/N you donât understandâI make thousands of dollars for one fightâitâs my best chance right now.â
âYouâve got to be fucking kidding me,â you shake your head, pulling your hands through your hair in frustration, you cannot believe this man right now.
âWhat are you going to do about school then? Huh?â You press him.
âI-I was hoping you would help me, at least try to tutor me,â he says hesitantly and your stomach drops. You donât say anything for a moment, unsure if you want to scream or cry at him.
âSo this is the reason why you wanted to rekindle our friendship, so I could be your fucking tutor?â
âWhat noââ
âAre you fucking kidding me Jungkook? I cannot believe you right now,â your voice is getting louder by the minute. You start to walk away from him back to your apartment by yourself, unable to even look at him right now.
âWaitâno, please Y/N,â Jungkook runs to you, grabbing your hand and pulls you back to him, âI know this is all bad timing but I really did miss having you as a friend and youâre the only person, I could tell this to, at least for now,â he quickly explains.
âWhat, so you want me to help you through school while you get the shit knocked out of you for money?â You ask him, âJungkook I donât want to see you go through that, you have to find another option,â your eyes are pleading with him. His grip moves from your hand to your waist which causes your heart to race irregularly.
âY/N, please I know itâs not the best but it really is my best option. I need someone there for me and I need that person to be you,â his face is too close for comfort and you back away from him a few inches.
âJungkook, I donât know,â you shake your head.
âPlease, Y/N, Iâm begging you,â he says again.
âHave you told anyone?â You ask him.
âAside from you, only Taehyung knowsâand Yoongi, he was the one to introduce me to it.â Yoongiâa name youâre not familiar with.
âFucking hell Jungkook,â you lean your head back, trying to contain your emotions.
âPlease you canât tell anyone Y/N, I can get in serious trouble by obtaining money this way.â
âYeah because itâs fucking illegal,â you spit at him. You find his hand to grip a little too tightly and you want to scream at Jungkook. How could he be so stupid? And how were you going to let him be so stupid?
âIâll help you with school Jungkook, but the fighting⊠I donât know,â you tell him, âYou know Iâm not going to be okay with that.â
âIf you makes you feel any better, I havenât lost. The most Iâve walked away with is a few scraps and bruises on my arms,â he tries to lighten up your mood but it doesnât work. âI promise I wonât get hurt, I know what Iâm doing,â he nudges you trying to loosen you up some. He hands end up grabbing yours, intertwining them tightly.
âDonât make me promises you canât keep Jungkook,â you tell him and his face falls again. Both of you look at your intertwined hands. âAt least promise me youâll be careful,â you plead him.
âOf course. I promise,â he says giving your hand a squeeze. Without warning, he pulls you into a tight embrace, his arms wrapping around your waist tightly. Your hands snake up against his neck and pull him close to you as well.
His scent is all too familiar and it scares you that youâve missed out on him growing into the handsome adult he is now. And now, you have to fear for his wellbeing. Fuck. Jungkook pulls away from you and your faces meet a little too close for comfort. His nose brushes against yours, his eyes burning holes into you.
âIâd trust you with my life Y/N,â he speaks again, âAnd Iâm trusting you with this.â
Your breath hitches as his nose brushes yours again. Fuck, you think to yourself. You bite your lip, knowing that you wold absolutely die for this boy and it takes all of you to grip his shirt and push him away from you. You feel less suffocated once your space is empty and Jungkookâs hand stays in yours as he walks you home. Itâs a good thing, you think, that youâve had a stupid little crush on him too or you would most definitely not do this shit for him.
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âSo,â Jennie says slowly, âHow was it?â
You hadnât even walked into your apartment five feet before Jennie is rushing questions onto you.
âUm,â you pause, taking the time to take off your shoes, âIt went... well,â you say, unsure of your words. Did it go well? You werenât sure considering the two of you were in an argument nearly the whole way home.
âWell?â Jennie asks, curiosity dripping in her tone, âI need more details than that. Whatâd you do? What did you guys talk about?â
âUm, we just kind of caught up on things,â you knew you had to tread your words lightly. âIt felt pretty normal.â You add at the last second, giving her a weak smile. She narrows her eyes at you.
âThatâs it?â She somewhat frowned.
âWhat did you want me to say?â You give her a laugh as you begin to walk back towards your room and undress into your sleepwear. She follows your footsteps closely.
âI donât know! I was just expecting more, more from you! You seem awfully quiet,â she says plopping down on your bed that she is oh-so accustomed to.
You look through your drawers and pull out a big t-shirt and slip it over your head. You turn to Jennie and give her another pathetic attempt of a smile.
âItâs just weird okay,â you tell her, climbing onto your bed with her, âThis was the first time weâve actually hung out by ourselves in years and I donât know, it was good, like we picked up where we left off you know?â You knew that was a complete lie but you needed to get Jennie off your case or you were afraid you would let your worries slip.
She lets out a sigh, âI guess so. I do think about high school sometimes and we really had it good⊠the four of us,â she smiles fondly thinking back to simpler times.
âYeah⊠we did,â you agree staring up at your ceiling.
âHowâs Taehyung by the way? Did Jungkook mention him?â
You give a glance at Jennie and sheâs looking at her overgrown nails. âHeâs good, Jungkook said he had a girlfriend which surprised me.â
âHm,â Jennie shrugged, âInteresting.â
You furrowed your eyebrows while looking at her. âInteresting?â You found her answer odd but she brushes it off.
âYeah, well I have homework to do that isnât gonna do itself unfortunately,â she stands up from your bed, âSee you in the morning, goodnight.â She throws you a quick wink before she leaves, shutting your bedroom door behind of her.
You let out a sigh of relief when she leaves. As happy as you were that you and Jungkook reconnected some tonight, the uneasiness in the pit of your stomach was keeping you from focusing on the good. You couldnât believe what Jungkook had gotten himself into. Boxing? For money? You knew Jungkook never had much common sense but this takes it to another level. You now knew one of his deepest secrets and not only could that seriously backfire on you if something went wrong. He said he trusted you with his fucking life for Christâs sake. Who says that to someone theyâve barely spoken to in two years? Someone who is desperate, you think.
You grab a book from your nightstand for one of your classes and flip to your last read page, trying to rid your mind of Jungkook getting the shit beat out of him. And as much as you read your book and your eyelids fall sleepy, you manage to barely sleep that night, as images of your old friend are burned into your brain.
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It wasnât long after your first meetup with Jungkook that he started asking for tutoring help. Jungkook knew your schedule was busy and he didnât want to pressure you into anything, but the more you were around Jungkook, the more desperate you were to help him. You have known him for so long and despite all your differences, he truly was and will always be one of your best friends. And best friends helped each other. Right?
âHeyâsorry Iâm late,â you meet Jungkook in the back of the fourth floor of the library after your last class of the day. âI had a question about my lectureââ
âY/N itâs fine,â Jungkook says softly, not looking up from his paper, âDonât worry about it.â
You set down beside of him and begin to take your belongings out of your backpack and you notice Jungkook has already begun some work himself.
âHow was classes today?â You ask him opening up your laptop. You give him a glance and heâs focused on the problem in front of him.
âIt was alright, I slept through my first one at tenââ
âWhatâs that?â You ask as you let your eyes focus a little too close on his face. A cut lined across his jaw and up towards his left ear and you felt yourself begin to panic. Â âJungkook whatââ
âDonât worry about it,â heâs being cold and distant and you donât like it. You look down his arms and onto his hands and notice some cuts and bruises there too. Thatâs when it hits you.
âJungkook did you have a fight recently?â You keep your voice low so no one else could hear. He visibly tenses up beside of you and he adjusts his beanie on his to try and cover his ear area.
âYeah,â he says simply, his eyes not looking at you one time, still focusing on the paper ahead.
âJungkook,â your tone is deep and not happy, but you suppose there isnât much you can do in this situation. Curiosity got the best of you and you ask, âWhat happened?â
âLetâs not talk about that okay?â He turns to you fully and you inwardly gasp, seeing that his right eye is half blacked behind his glasses. You feel sick to your stomach and your mouth parts. Again, you donât say anything and just give him a nod.
The rest of the tutoring session with him goes smoothly and Jungkook has significantly picked up his understanding of his classes in a short amount of time, but in the back of your mind you wanted to scream. Scream at him. How could he be doing this to himself? He first told you he was fine. He sure doesnât look fine. Itâs getting close to 7 oâclock when you tell him you have to go get ready for your shift at the diner in an hour.
âWe can pick up again whenever you need to,â you tell, âAnd text me if you have any questions.â
âWhat are you doing this weekend?â Jungkook completely ignores your sentences and you turn to him, trying not to stare at the faint of blue under his eye.
âUm, I have another shift tomorrow that starts at 7,â you tell him.
âCan you get off?â He asks almost nervously as the two of you begin to leave the library.
You chuckle, âProbably not, why?â
âWell, Taehyung and I are having a small get together at our apartment and I wanted to know if you and Jennie wanted to come?â
He sounds genuine and you know it could be fun and a little different from the chaotic frat scene that youâre used to.
âSure, Iâm sure Jennie will be down,â you give him a smile to which he returns one for the first time tonight. âIf I canât get off work Iâll just come after my shift.â
âSounds good,â he says and you are about to part ways before he grabs your arm to stop you, âThanks again Y/N, for helping me out,â thereâs a glimmer in his eyes.
âNo problem, itâs what a friend would do right?â You give him your best smile although it feels weird saying that. His face drops in the slightest way.
âYeahâŠâ he trails off, his hand trailing down your arm before letting go, âSee you soon?â
You give him a nod, âSee you soon.â
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Your shift at the diner tonight was being particularly slow for a Tuesday and you found yourself aimlessly making lattes for yourself every thirty minutes. You were slightly jacked from the caffeine but you knew you would need it once you went home to finish off the load of your homework for the night. Bedtime as of right now was looking to be 3 AM, possibly 4. Mark is once again working with you tonight which makes it all the more bearable, but the more you stand behind the counter, sipping your coffee, the more you realize you do not want to waste tomorrow night working.
âHey, Mark,â you say and he looks up from his book.
âWhatâs up?â He asks, his eyes focussing on you.
âWould you careâŠ. to possibly⊠take my shifts this weekend?â You ask slowly, dancing around the topic. His eyebrows furrow and you could tell that is not what he wanted to hear from you.
âI mean⊠I donât care to, but can I ask why?â
Shit. You couldnât say it was to go to a small party. That would be an automatic no.
âWell, Iâve been tutoring someone recently and it's taken away from my own study time, so I really need all weekend to catch up on all my shit,â you say smoothly. Not a complete lie, but he didnât need to know you would be catching up on your âshitâ tonight and not this weekend.
âYeah, sure whatever,â he waves his hand off, âJust be sure to tell our manager before you leave.â
âRight⊠thanks Mark.â
âThat means you owe me a shift in the future,â he says pointedly.
âYeah, yeah, read your fucking book.â
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Friday was a blur. You went to sleep around 3:45 AM. Had to wake up at 7 AM for your 8 AM lecture, dragged your feet to your other classes, barely had time to eat anything, only consuming coffee to suppress your appetite in the afternoon, and now that you were home you couldnât wait to lay in your bed for a few hours.
Jennie didnât have classes on Fridayâsâfuck herâso she had been chilling all day when you burst through the door exhausted.
âYou look horrible,â she said as soon as you flopped down on the couch beside of her.
âYou donât have to tell me that,â you groan covering your eyes.
âWell you better get rested up before tonight,â she says.
âWhatâs tonight?â You mumble, nearly drifting off to sleep right then and there.
âJungkook invited us to his apartment, thatâs what you said last night,â she gave you a funny look before shaking her head.
Shit. You had forgotten about that throughout your drowsy state all day.
âYeah, right,â you pause, looking at her through the crack of your arm, âWake me up at 7 to get ready.â You stand up planning on taking the fattest nap of your life.
âI-I captain!â Jennie says sarcastically and itâs the last thing you hear before passing out on your bed, not even bothering to put a blanket over you.
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Jungkook and Taehyungâs apartment isnât far from yours. You wouldnât say the exterior is nicer than yours, but the abundance of buildings shows that their community is much larger than the one you and Jennie share.
âThis is right?â Jennie asks as you knock on the door heavily.
âYeah,â you say, faintly hearing music from the other side of the door.
The door swings open and to your surprise, itâs Taehyung.
âJennie, Y/N!â He smiles widely at the two of you before ushering you in. âItâs been wayyyy too long! You guys want a drink?â
You take a second to look around their apartment, not seeing Jungkook anywhere. Thereâs about two dozen people here, some playing pong, others sitting around the living area. You knew Taehyung was feeling a little drunk despite it being only 9 from the way he grabs a couple cups, the entire tower of them falling over.
âHow have you guys been?!â Taehyung pours some cheap tequila into your red solo cups and hands them over.
âGood, what about you?â Jennie smiles to him and Taehyung pours another shot for himself.
âFucking great,â he says before putting his cup out. The three of you bump cups and down the tequila, a familiar burn hitting you instantly. Itâs oddly reminiscent, the three of you drinking alcohol like there are no problems with the world.
âWhereâs Jungkook?â You ask, giving another glance around the apartment, only recognizing some of his frat brothers, but him still not to be found.
âHe went to get more alcohol and some other things,â Taehyung says, pouring another shot for the two of you. âI heard the two of you finally got over your bullshit?â
You furrow your eyebrows and Jennie laughs. âW-what?â You have to laugh too, âBullshit?â
âYou know, how the two of you acted like neither of you existed? God it was so annoying hearing that little bitch talk about you constantly,â he rolls his eyes dramatically and Jennie eyes you suspiciously.
âUh, yeahââ you were unsure of what to say, âHeard you have a girlfriend now?â You change the subject quickly and Jennie raises her eyebrows at Taehyung.
âReally?â Jennie says almost passively. Taehyung doesnât glance at you, only looking to Jennie.
âYeah,â he says, âCâmon, drink your shit. The night is young and you guys need to catch up!â
âOr you need to slow down?â You offer and only giggles again. You down another shot and at this pace, youâll be passed out by 11, Jennie by 10. Youâve always handle your alcohol better than her, but a shot every two minutes will do anyone in.
The three of you talk aimlessly, somewhat of an unresolved tension between Jennie and Taehyung that is impossible to avoid until you get some more alcohol in you. Youâre about four shots of Jose Cuervo in and sipping on some type of seltzer when your phone buzzes in your hand.
[9:46 PM Namjoon] hey, wrud tonight
[9:46 PM You] at a friendâs place tonight, wbu
Your eyes are having trouble to focus as the alcohol begins to settle in your system. You remember vividly how you barely had any food today and you know you should stop drinking otherwise you might puke everywhere.
[9:48 PM Namjoon] damn, missing you. I believe you still owe me a rain check
You laugh at your phone.
[9:48 PM You] soon, I promise lol
âJungkook! Fuck yes my brother!â
You instantly look up from your phone and see Jungkook walking through the front door, a case of beer in one hand and a brown bag in the other. He smiles as he sets down the case and bag of liquor as his brothers crowd around him to grab a can.
Do you go up to him? Yes, are you, stupid? But shouldnât he look for you? What are you twelve?
Your internal monologue is interrupted when Taehyung pulls you over to Jungkook with a small push. Â
âHey Y/N,â Jungkook smiles, grabbing a beer for himself. Heâs wearing a hat to cover his forehead.
âHi,â you smile and he gives you a small, somewhat awkward hug.
âGlad you could make it,â he says, the bruises on his face from the other day already looking a lot better.
âI was not going to spend my Friday night at the restaurant,â you laugh, trying intensely to focus on his face and not zone in and out as you tend to do drunkenly.
âJennie here?â He asks.
âYeah, sheâs uh,â you pause, actually not knowing where she went. âOh, sheâs playing pong with Taehyung.â
âCome on then,â he reaches out his hand, âLetâs play with them.â
âJungkook Iâm terrible, you know thatââ
âI never said you were good, but for old times sake?â His brown eyes bore into yours and you give in, nodding your head and settling your hand into his. His hands are warmâalways have been. Slightly rough and calloused but smoothâwhat the fuck, stop it!
The four of you, girls verses boys, start a new game of pong and youâre sure Jennie is just as bad as you. Thatâs evident when Jungkook and Taehyung lob four in, one after another. Youâre lucky you get one in their cups. Jennie, too drunk at this point, canât even throw straight. The whole sight is very funny as the four of you laugh like youâre the only ones in the room.
âCome on Y/N!â Taehyung yells, âI knew you were ass but really?!â
âMe! What about her!â You defend yourself as Jennie throws a ball at Jungkookâs head.
âAt least Y/N can aim!â Jungkook laughs, defending you as well, rubbing his head from the plastic impact.
The game ends with Jungkook calling island and you donât even care at this point. Pong was and never will be your favorite. Flip cup was your speciality and even Taehyung knew that. You find yourself sitting with Jungkook on their couch, legs tucked underneath you, watching at Taehyung and Jennie take on another round of pong with Jacksonâa fraternity brotherâand his long time girlfriendâMina, maybe?
âAre you even drunk right now?â You deadpan Jungkook with your eyes and he gives you a small smile.
âNah,â he says, âYou are though,â he says pointedly drinking from his beer.
âHeyââ you point, âOnly a little,â you whisper close to his ear and he laughs at you again. âYou sir, need to drink.â
Jungkook shakes his head before standing up, your eyes following up his jeans to his t-shirt clad chest. Has he always looked like this? You grab onto his extended hand and he leads you away from everyone and your heart rate quickens. Where are you going? Whatâs he doing?
To your relief, he takes to the small outside balcony, sliding the door nearly closed as you step out. Thereâs two other people out here smoking cigarettes that greet you and Jungkook curiously. You have seen these boys before, but you know they donât recognize you. They obviously think youâre some random girl Jungkook has invited butâif they only knew.
The fresh air feels nice, but you can feel a chill running down your spine and you watch Jungkookâs frame go to a dark corner of the balcony, bending down to pick something off the ground.
âWhat are you doing?â You ask him and he turns back to you and you send some interesting paraphernalia in his hands.
âNot in a drinking mood tonight,â he says, his eyes leaving yours before focusing on the small glass bowl in his hands. He starts to pack it and youâre watching his every move closely. You never knew Jungkook to be a stoner, but the way he packs it quickly and begins to light it, tells you otherwise. He inhales through the end of the bowl deeply, exhaling once, before quickly taking another hit.
âGoddamn,â you laugh and he starts to cough a little bit, a small laugh coming from him.
Jungkook begins to walk back to the corner before you grab his shirt to pull him back.
âYou heard of sharing is caring?â You say and he shakes his head.
âNo, youâre drunk, you donât needââ
âI want too,â you say. You hadnât smoked in awhile, but you knew you could trust Jungkook. âCome on, Iâm fine.â
Jungkook hesitates a little before he holds out the bowl. You take it and hold is securely between your lips. He lights the underside and you inhale deeply. The balcony begins to smell like weed, but it doesnât bother you, it never has. You exhale and give him a small smile. He puts the illegal substances away and stands beside of you on the balcony.
âAlright, that will be five dollars,â he says and you turn to him, your mouth agape.
âFive dollars a hit? Kiss my ass,â you say and you suddenly begin to feel the effects of the marijuana, which makes you giggle a little too long.
âHow was your day?â Jungkook asks you and you nearly feel like you could fall asleep.
âExhausting,â you mumble, âI got like four hours of sleep last night and one of my professors had the audacity to tell me that my answer was wrong on my homework when literally five other people had the same answer and got it right. And then I had coffee as my meals and had a busting headache until I took the longest nap of my fucking lifeââ
âSlow down,â Jungkook interjects with a laugh, âToo much information that Iâm not processing right now.â
You let out an âughâ before saying, âIâve had better days for sure.â You leave it at that. âWhat about you?â
He smiles before turning to you completely, âIâve had better days, better weeks for sure.â He almost sounds annoyed now, like something is deeply bothering him.
You let a pause presume between the two of you, unsure of what to say. You know you shouldnât bring it up, but you canât help it. The bruises on his face, the cuts on his handsâyou needed to know what happened to him. Despite your intoxicated state, you could form sentences and think pretty clearly and you werenât letting Jungkook out of your sight without explaining himself.
âJungkook,â you say in a whisper, looking around to see if the other guys had left. They had. âAre you gonna tell me what happened to your face?â
He looks down, almost embarrassed. âThere was a fight on Tuesday,â he stops when you furrow your eyebrows at him.
âTuesday?!â You half whisper, âWhat the hell are you doing fighting on a Tuesday? Jungkook you saidââ
âIt wasnât an official fight Y/N,â he interrupts you, âI was fucking jumped with one of my friends,â he says and your eyes widen. You feel your head spinning and your mouth goes dry. From the weed, alcohol, or the conversation? Youâre not sure.
âWhat?â You ask, worry filling your tone, âJungkook what the fuck! You said you had this under control.â
âKeep your voice down!â He scolds, âI do have it under control, although you canât really control when you get jumped.â
âW-why? Who would wantââ
âHis name is Eric. I beat him at the last real fight and I guess heâs a sore fucking loser. He wants a rematch and everything, said he was injured before the fight, so he sent some pussies to jump my friend Jimin and I.â
The information being taken in wasnât something you wanted to hear. Was this stupid underground boxing that serious? And how stupid could Jungkook be to continue to do this?
âWell youâre not gonna fight him again,â you pause. He doesnât look at you. âAre you?â
âThereâs a lot of money on the line,â he says.
âJungkook youâve got to be joking.â
âIâm not Y/N,â he turns to you again, his body now closer than before. His knuckles gripping the railing are pale and cracked. âIf I win this fight, I wonât need anymore money before the end of the year. Hell, Iâll probably even have some left over.â
âOkay? And?â
âThen I can be done with fighting,â he sounds genuine but insincere  at the same time. This greatly improves your posture and you feel your heartbeat calming down.
âB-but I figured you would need more money? Your parents Jungkook?â You stumble over some of your words.
âY/N you donât understand the money within these things, itâs insane. Trust me, Iâll be set with money for awhile. I just have to win that fightâŠâ
You want to protest him. Tell him he shouldnât do it, that he should find a normal job, get away from that stuffâbut you stay silent. Jungkook always will be as stubborn as you and he seems to have made up his mind about this fighting stuff awhile ago. At the end of the day, whatever happens to him, isnât necessarily your business.
âYou know Iâll never agree with this,â you shake your head, looking down at Jungkookâs hands. Theyâve relaxed against the railing and time has slowed down significantly. Every blink of your eyes seem to last 5 seconds and Jungkook could say the same thing.
âI know,â Jungkook steps towards you, overlapping one of his hands with yours, âBut like I said, I trust you and you should trust me,â he almost sounds desperate. âLook at me,â he whispers and you slowly turn your head up. Your noses are nearly touching and you can smell him, your vision clouding in the dark.
âDo you trust me?â He asks quietly, licking his lips and you swallow, trying to find your breath.
You nod your head slowly, âYes.â
You donât know who leans in first, but when your lips meet, itâs like a siren goes off. The scene feels all too familiar. His lips are soft and they feel just like you remember. Heâs gentle with you, his left hand holding your waist to pull you towards him, your bodies flush together. One of your hands finds their way to his hair and you pull him down closer to you. This feels good, really goodâbut isnât this wrong? You two have just rekindled your relationship and you two didnât even last four weeks before you two are snoggingâthe very reason your friendship became weird in the first place all those years ago.
You try to pull away, âJungkookââ he closes the gap once again and itâs like a drugâtouch is like heroin in your veins. Both of you are hungryâhungry for each other. Youâre not sure when, but you find yourself backed into the wall of the dark-side of the balcony. The door isnât in view so anyone inside couldnât see what was going on right now thank god.
âY/N,â the groan sends your body into overdrive and he begins to trail his lips down your neck and youâve pulled him so close to you there is barely room to breathe. Itâs gotta be the alcoholâor the weedâor just Jungkookâbut youâve never wanted anyone more in your life. You squeeze your thighs together to find some unrelieved friction and Jungkook senses what youâre doing. He stops you, forcing is own leg between your crotch and you subtly moan.
âFuck, shh,â Jungkook scolds and it makes you laugh as you check if anyone is coming to the door.
âJungkook,â you whisper and he closes the gap between you again, covering your mouth gently and you genuinely feel butterflies in your stomach. Jungkookâs hand trails from your waist down to the front of you jeans and you pull away suddenly, âJungkook w-what are you doing?!â
âDo you want me to do this?â He sounds mischievous as he pops open the button to your pants and you can safely say you never thought you would be in this situation with Jeon Jungkook of all people, but you are not about to stop him.
You kiss him this time, pulling on his hair, eliciting another delicious groan from him. His hand makes it way to your center and you shiver in the cold, his hands warm against your underwear. He rubs you through the material, once, twice, three times before he moves aside the fabricâthe wetness covering his fingers instantly. You look towards the door again nervous that someone might walk out here and see the two of you compromisedâyou would die. Especially if it was Taehyung or Jennie.
âQuiet, alright?â Jungkook whispers and you nod biting your lip as he enters a finger into you. You close your eyes, mouth falling open. Your breathing picks up as he enters a second digit. His fingers are long and calloused as you noticed before but it feels so good. He brings one of your legs around his waist so he can get deeper into your center and a small, squeaky moan escapes from your mouth. Jungkook shuts you up by kissing you again and he begins to move his fingers in and out, curling them in all the right places, sending you into a silent mess.
You and Jungkook shouldnât be doing thisânot here, not right now, not ever. But youâre not doing anything to stop it. Neither is he. Is this suppose to be happening then? Noâdefinitely yes. Wait, what? Your brain is so foggy you canât even think straight.
Jungkook has added a third finger and itâs becoming harder and harder to stay quiet. Jungkookâs face in the crook of your neck, your neck in hisâitâs all a little too intimate but itâs hot and heavy and it feels so good. Jungkook begins to use his thumb to find your clit, which he does with no problemârubbing there and still moving in and out of you. Goddamn, he knows what he is doing.
âJungkook, Iâm gonnaââ
âShh,â he says, âBite me, anywhere,â he says and you do as he says, your teeth clamping down onto his shoulder as you feel yourself falling off the edge. Your orgasm comes in a huge wave and itâs one of the best youâve had in a long timeâyour body is shaking and you whimper into his shoulder, trying to keep as quiet as possible. Jungkook lets you finish before he pulls his hand out of your pants, letting your leg drop. You two stare at each other for a couple seconds, unsure of what to do now. You knew that Jungkook was hard in his pants but you werenât sure if he wanted you to do anything about it. Should you ask? No thatâs fucking weird. Well itâs fucking weird you just let your best friend of a billion years to give you one of the best orgasms of your life.
âUm,â he speaks first, âWe should go back inside,â he says.
You nod, âYeah, we should.â
You follow closely behind him as he slides the door open and you step back into the much warmer apartment.
âY/N! Jungkook! What were you guys doing?!â Jennie pops out of nowhere until she steps back, âFuck never mind, I can smell it,â she laughs, her eyes looking between the two of you. âWhatâs wrong with you two? Are you fighting again? Jesus fuckingââ
âNo, weâre fine, just high,â Jungkook gives her a reassuring smile and she nods absentmindedly. She is very drunk and then two of you might have to go home sooner than later.
âI need to call an Uber,â you say grabbing your phone from your pocket.
âI can drive you guys if you want,â Jungkook offers and you narrow your eyes at him.
âAbsolutely not, youâre high.â You say pulling up the app on your phone.
âIâve driven high before itâs notââ
âJungkook, no,â you somewhat snap at him. This kid really knows how to grind your gears. âThanks for inviting us, I just donât want Jennie to do something she regrets tomorrow morning.â You try your best to lighten to mood but itâs not helping. As much progress as you and Jungkook had made the past few weeks, that all feels gone now. Thereâs heaviness with you and him and you hate it.
âJust let me know when you make it home?â Jungkookâs eyes are hard to read. He looks worried, anxious, high obviously, and other potential obscurities.
âI will, I promise,â you give him a smile and he returns one weakly. You look over your shoulder to find Jennie practically draping herself all over Taehyung. Fuck. âJennie! Come on! Weâre leaving,â you stomp over to the two of them and Taehyung doesnât seemed bothered by Jennie throwing herself at him at all. If anything, they both seem to like it. âJennie, quit, he has a girlfriend. Taehyung, you have a girlfriend,â you narrow at the both of them.
Taehyung laughs very drunkenly, âYouâre right, come on Jen,â Taehyung pushes her away slightly and she stumbles over her feet.
âOur Uber is almost here,â you tell her and she nods.
âSounds good,â she gives you a thumbs up.Â
âHelp me walk her Tae?â You ask and he nods.
As you and Taehyung have Jennie up around your shoulders, you look around the apartment to find Jungkook to tell him bye, but heâs nowhere to be seen.
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It had been exactly one week since youâve seen Jungkook. Since he was fist deep into your vagina, pleasuring you with at least 20 people in the room next to you. It has also been the last time you spoke to him. He didnât reach out for any tutoring this week which was oddâas the two of you set a schedule for it a few weeks back. You were worried. You knew you should reach out to him and talk about what happenedâbut something was holding you back. You didnât want to talk over the phone. It had to be done in person and it just had to be done. You didnât want to lose Jungkook a second time to another drunken mistake.
Mistake? Since when was it a mistake? Was it a mistake?
You had no idea.
Itâs why youâve found yourself at Jungkookâs apartment a week later, waiting for someone to open the door. You wait patiently and no one answers the door. Youâre about to give up when a voice startles you.
âY/N? What are you doing here?â
Taehyung appears to your left and you jump.
âShit Taehyung,â you hold a hand over your chest, âIâm sorry, I-I was just wondering if Jungkook was home?â
Taehyung adjusts his backpack. He must be getting back from class. âHeâs probably at the gym.â
You nod slowly, âAlright, thank you.â
âNo problem,â he says and youâre about to walk away and he stops you again, âEverything okay?â
You open your mouth and close it again, âNot sure,â you tell him honestly. He nods without another word, seeming to understand where youâre coming from.
If your assumptions were right, Jungkook would be at a gym about ten minutes from campus, one he frequented as a freshman all that time ago. You wanted everything to be okay, but now, you were sure you have done fucked it up once again.
The gym isnât crowded and you donât recognize any cars to be Jungkookâs so your mood begins to dampen as you walk towards the front door. The bell rings and you probably look like an idiot walking in with jeans and sandals, but your eyes ignore the stares as you try to find Jungkook. You walk through the gym towards the back, your neck craning each direction to find him. It smells of sweat and grit, something you havenât done too much of lately. Youâre about to give up until you reach the back, where a cracked door leads into another section of the gym. You open the crack slowly and the sounds of grunting and hard hits fill the room. You stop in your place as your eyes land on Jungkook, downing boxing gloves, a pair of shorts, and nothing else. You gulp.
Heâs hitting a heavy bag hard and fast, his movements halting only for a split second before he strikes again. Heâs dripping in sweat and you gulp again. Should you interrupt? Heâs definitely not expecting you therefore you probably shouldnât barge in but youâre already here, so what are you supposed to do?
âCome on Jungkook,â another manâs voice comes into play. Youâve never seen this guy with mint colored hair. âThrow a southpaw, letâs go!âÂ
Jungkookâs stance quickly changes and heâs throwing his right arm and then uppercutting his left arm with all of his weight.Â
âNice Jungkook,â the voice says again. Jungkook steps back with a smile on his face, looking behind him.Â
âHey,â a different voice yells over and you stop to see who it is. A guy slightly shorter than Jungkook appears in the crack of the door, a wide smile across his face.
âGood news, fight is set,â the guy smiles, although his smile reads less than enthusiastic. You notice some bruising along this guys arms, a large scrap on the side of his face. This has to be Jimin, the other guy that was jumped with Jungkook.Â
âWhen is it?â Jungkook breathes heavily, his hair sticking to his forehead as he tries to push it back through his gloves.
âOctober thirteenth,â Jimin says, âA Friday.â
Jungkook laughs, âA fucking Friday the thirteenth? How cheesy could they get?â
You swallow harshly. October 13th was a less than three weeks away. Youâre sure they are talking about the fight with the guy named Eric that Jungkook mentioned.
âI know right,â the nameless guy says, âBut Iâm sure youâll kick his ass once again, waste of your time.â
âDonât have to tell me twice Jimin,â Jungkook sounds annoyed and youâre starting to wonder if you should have came here at all.Â
âCome on, letâs do some more sets,â the other guy says says, patting Jungkook on the shoulder.
You take in a deep breath, hoping that this doesnât backfire. You take your chance and open the door to the room as if you just showed up. Jungkook, Jimin, and the third guy turns to you.
âY/N?â Jungkook asks, looking confused, âWhat are you doing here?â
You glance around the room awkwardly, âUh, I-uh, went to your apartment to see you if you were a-and Taehyung said you were here, so,â you sound like a babbling idiot.
Jungkookâs eyes soften and itâs hard to not stare below his neck, but somehow you manage.
âJimin, Yoongi this is Y/N,â Jungkook formally introduces you, âSheâs a friend.â A friend. That hurt more than it should have.
âHi,â Jimin gives you a sweet smile and he seems like a person Jungkook would automatically gravitate towards. Yoongi stays quiet. Heâs definitely not someone you would strike as Jungkookâs friend.Â
âSorry if Iâm interruptingâI didnât knowâŠâ you trail off, feeling more than awkward in this situation.
âNo worries,â Jimin shakes his head, âWe were almost done anyways.â
Jungkookâs eyes havenât met yours since youâve walked in. Heâs staring at Jimin and knowing Jungkook, heâs going to try and leave as soon as he can.
âWanna meet again tomorrow?â Jimin asks towards Jungkook as he packs up his bag on the floor.
âYeah, sure,â Jungkook mutters, staring aimlessly at the ceiling. âIâm gonna stay here for a little longer though.â
âAlright,â Jimin says, âIt was nice to meet you Y/N.â
You smile to him, âYou too.â
Jimin and Yoongi leave the room and the silence is suffocating. You cross your arms around your chest feeling vulnerable and insecure. You look at Jungkook and heâs staring at you now. He looks away from you before turning back to the bag, lining up to strike it again.
âJungkook,â your voice interrupts his chance to punch. He pauses with one more glance to your frame. You begin to walk closer to him wanting to get this over and done with. âWhatâs wrong with you?â You ask.
Jungkook looks down, âI donât know what youâre talking about,â he mutters and you nearly jump out of your body when he begins to strike the bag in quick, calculated motions. The bag moves backwards with each punch and his face tenses up, his mind clearly on one thing and one thing only. You exhale deeply, trying to stay calm. If thatâs the way heâs going to playâyou wonât keep your cool for long.
âJungkook, stop,â you raise your voice over his movements and he suddenly quits, looking up at you again. âDonât do this right now,â you say stepping closer to him again.
âWhat do you want Y/N, Iâm busy alright,â he scoffs, stepping away from the bag, turning fully to you. You wish he didnât look good drenched in sweat but it was hard to stay focused when he was looking like that.
âYou know exactly what I want. You havenât spoken to me in a fucking week Jungkook,â your words are fiery despite your cool demeanor.
âIs that really that big of an issue? We barely spoke for two years until recently,â he sounds annoyed, but also timidâyou can sense something is bothering him.
You frown, âYeah until recently because I thought we moved past that.â
He doesnât say anything. And thatâs what boils your blood. Tears are threatening to spill from your eyesânot from sadness, but frustration. Â
âSo is that it? I let you finger fuck me and now I donât mean anything to you anymore?â Your words are seething and once you say this, Jungkookâs face softens that slightest bit.
âWhat? No Y/Nââ
âThen what the fuck is wrong with you? What have I done?!â It takes all of you not to breakdown right there. You just got Jungkook back. You couldnât lose him a second time.
âY/N listen,â Jungkook takes off his boxing gloves, throwing them in the floor, âYou havenât done anything alright. Itâs justâcomplicated,â he shakes his head, stepping closer to you. He tries to grab one of your hands but you pull away from him.
âNo, no you donât get to do that,â you say, âWhat happened to communicating Jungkook? Wasnât that our issue all that time ago?â
He looks down and back up. You really wish he would put a shirt on. âI know, I knowâŠâ he wanders off, âIf I could tell you I would, but Iâm just under a lot of stress right now andââ
âThen tell me whatâs wrong,â you donât want to interrupt him, but you feel like you two are going in an endless circle. Jungkook steps towards you once again and this time you donât back away from him.
âLook, Iâm sorry alright. I shouldnât have cut you off this past weekâI just thought it would clear my head,â he says. With hesitation, he grabs your wrists gently, âThat was stupid I get that okay? Iâm sorry, especially after⊠what happened,â he says and you can tell he means it. Jungkook is a genuine person, you canât argue that.
Your face warms up and you feel almost embarrassed. Were you overreacting?
âI just donât understand,â you mutter, âIâm sorry for jumping to conclusions but Jungkook, youâre worrying me. I donât know whatâs going on with us and this whole boxing thing is keeping me awake at night.â
He intertwines your fingers together and itâs comforting. Comfort youâve been missing ever since a week ago. âY/N, please just trust me okay? If I can get through these next few weeks Iâm set and I promise you donât have to worry about me anymore.â
âHow can you promise that?â You look up fully at him and youâre a lot closer than moments ago.
âI donât to make promises I canât keep.â
You sure hoped he was right.
_____
Two weeks have gone by since your talk with Jungkook in the gym. He had resumed talking to you normally, although there was still something off about him. Then again, there was something off with you too. The intimate situation the two of you found yourself in a few weeks back, still hadnât been fully discussed and it bothered you like no other. It bothered you because you couldnât stop thinking about it. Youâd be lying if you said you didnât want it to happen againâor even further. Fuck, you shouldnât be thinking about Jungkook like this. But donât you have a right to? Jesus you were so confused. Itâs why you have found yourself at Beta Tau Sigma once again on a Saturday night, Jennie already lost in tow somewhere, and youâre standing with Namjoon. Even though your mind was clouded with Jungkook, Namjoon was good company at keeping you distracted.
âWhatâs up with you lately?â Namjoon asks handing you another drink. You furrow your brows before taking a sip. Your face scrunches up at the tasteânot the best.
âWhat do you mean?â You ask.
Namjoon gives you a straight smile, âDonât play stupid,â he says. You donât even try to make up a lie. Namjoon is too smart for that.
âI donât know, Joon,â you sigh, âIâve just been going through a lot lately I guess,â you mutter over the loud music.
âI get it,â he says, âWanna talk about it?â
Youâre about to answer him when you suddenly spot a familiar head of dark brown hair across the room. Itâs Jungkook and heâs with a girlâyou recognize her from somewhere. Sheâs standing in front of him and heâs smirking down at her and says something that makes her laugh. Then you know where youâve seen her beforeâthe bathroom girl. Fuck her, you donât even realize you roll your eyes.
Namjoon laughs, âWhoa, what was that for?â He raises an eyebrow at you.
âW-what?â You look back to him and he follows where your eyes had been.
âLooking at Jungkook, eh?â He smirks, âSomething going on between you two?â
You shake your head immediately, âNo. Absolutely not.â
You didnât know if that was a lie or not. Sure, Jungkook and you may have swapped some bodily fluids recently, but nothing else. You were also keeping a secret of his, one that if Namjoon found out aboutâwould have him kicked out of the frat faster than he could blink. You glance back over to Jungkook one more time and find his eyes scanning the room. They land on you within 5 seconds and he shifts uncomfortably in front of bathroom girl.
âYou sure?â Namjoon finds this situation funny. You donât.
âShut up,â you push on his chest slightly and he grabs your hand, pulling you towards him.
âOh I can make you shut up,â he mumbles and you laugh as he closes the distance between the two of you. Namjoonâs lips are always soft and plump but that doesnât mean he is always the most gentle. Namjoon is rough and sometimesâitâs just what you need. Jungkookâs lips onâ
You pull away quickly from him. What the fuck?
âYou okay?â He asks with concern.
You nod your head, âYeah, I, just uh need some air,â you say. It was trueâyour head was now spinning and the alcohol wasnât helping. You couldnât believe you thought of Jungkook when kissing Namjoon.
âAlright, Iâll be by the bar.â
You leave Namjoonâs side and push your way through the hoards of people and loud music. You spot a door towards the back of the kitchen and use that as your opportunity. The air is cool but crisp. Just what you needed. Thereâs quite a few people outside surrounding a large bonfire keeping warm. You relax against the porch railings, staring aimlessly at the ground beneath you. You pour your drink out, knowing you donât need to drink anymore of it. You nearly shit yourself when a voice comes up directly behind you.
âY/N.â
You whip around, clutching your chest. âJesus Christ Jungkook,â you say. His hands are stuffed in the pockets of his jeans, a large flannel and sweatshirt covering his torso. He approaches you hastily and you donât take your eyes off of his.
âI didnât know you were coming tonight,â he says, obviously trying to make small talk.
âI didnât either until Namjoon asked me this evening,â you say and you instantly regret bringing up his name. Jungkook stiffens.
âStill good friends with him I see,â he bites his lip nervously, looking over to the bonfire. You squint your eyes at him. He sounds off and annoyed.
âI see youâre still friends with bathroom girl,â you shoot back. Youâre not even drunk, barely tipsy, but the thought of Jungkook being annoyed at you and Namjoon nearly sends you. At least you know Namjoon wellâthe only Jungkook knows about that girl is her fucking mouth.
âGotta an issue with that?â He runs his tongue against his mouth and he looks at your from the side.
You turn to him and this feels all too familiar. âYeah, actually I do.â
âWell, I have an issue kissing Namjoon in front of meâare we even?â He cocks his head to the side and youâve never felt more annoyed yet turned on at the same time.
âWhatever,â you brush him off running a hand through your hair, turning back to your front staring at the fire. âLast time I checked I donât take orders from you.â
âI know,â he says and you feel him push his body against your side. Your breathing instantly picks up and you bite the inside of your cheek to steady yourself. One of Jungkookâs hands finds its way to your shoulder, trailing it down to your elbow, then pushing it through the crack of your arm to settle on your waist.
âJungkook,â you say quietly, not wanting to bring any attention to the two of you. Jungkookâs head leans down, his temple brushing against yours. His hand rubs gentle circles on your waist and you inhale his scent deeply. Fuck. âJungkook⊠are you drunk?â
He shakes his head, âNo, are you?â You believe him. He doesnât smell like alcohol nor does he seem tipsy.
âNo,â you say. Jungkook pulls you impossibly closer to him and your throat feels like its closing up.
âCan I kiss you?â Jungkook asks and you turn your head up, your noses brushing together. What? When has he ever been this upfront? You hesitate to answer but soon nod slowlyâjust onceâyou needed to feel it againâjust once again. He closes the gap between you and you nearly melt into him. One of your hands grabs his face gently, pulling him down to you. Your own hands find their way to his fluffy hair, entangling into the locks. He presses himself into you and you feel your heart beating out of your chest. You let out a small whine when he pulls on your lip with his teeth and it shakes you back to reality.
You pull away from himâyour entire body on fire. Heâs got you trapped against the railing and you donât trust the old wood to support your weight much longer.
âJungkook,â you whisper and you feel something hard pressing into your front and your throat goes dry.
âCome home with me,â he says, âPlease.â Desperation. Thatâs what laces his tone and youâre sure your heart left from your chest. Butâyou know this isnât a good idea. Blame it on being sober, but youâre not sure you should go there with Jungkook. Not right now at least. Your head was spinning and as much as you wanted toâyou couldnât.
âJungkook,â your eyes focus on his chest, watching your hands grip his shirt gently. âIâWe canât, we shouldnât,â you bite your lip nervously.
âPlease Y/N,â he nuzzles his forehead into yours, his grip on your getting tighter, âI need you, pleaseââ
âJungkook, no,â you push him off of you carefully and he looks hurt and confused. âIâm sorry, IâI want to butââ
âBut what?â Once again, he looks sad and maybe a little angry now? âIIâm not Namjoon? Is that it?â
You shake your head, not able to find a good answer in your head. His hands drop from your side and so does your stomach. Without another glance at your frame, Jungkook walks away, pulling at the roots of his hair.
You get home alone that night. Fuck. You think you really may have messed up this time. No, Jungkook wasnât Namjoon but Namjoon could never be Jungkook. The history the two of you have... god you were so confused. Youâre not sure youâve ever felt gravity pull you to someone more since recently, that someone being Jungkook. As confused as your feelings were, you cry some in your bed. You donât sleep that night, worried that whatever wedge is driving itself between you and Jungkook againâwonât be fixable this time.
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Jungkook, maybe much not to your surprise, cuts you off again the next week. You havenât spoken or seen him since the party. Since he wanted you to go home with him and you nearly did, but thankfully you used your head some. You missed seeing his face dearly and missed his smile even more. When did things get so complicated with you and him? Ever since fucking graduation in high schoolânothing has been the same. Itâs been years and years and itâs something youâve never gotten over. The more you think about it, the obvious reasons begin to show. Maybe Jungkook means more to you than you thought? Maybe he wasnât just supposed to be your best friend? What if you two had been destined for something else all this time? Or maybe you werenât meant to be friends at all?
Your thoughts are interrupted when a familiar face walks into your shift at the diner. Taehyung is by himself, his backpack thrown lazily over one of his shoulders. He looks tired, but just like you, getting through the day. His eyes meet yours and give him a small smile.
âSit wherever,â you tell him and he decides to sit along the bar, sitting across from where you stand.
âGood evening,â he gives you a small smile, running a hand over his face.
âHey Tae,â you breathe out, handing him a menu. He holds up his hand, not wanting it.
âJust get me a latte, extra espresso please,â he says and you nod.
âComing right up.â
It doesnât even take you a minute to make lattes now. The process has become so familiar itâs become second nature. Mainly due to your own obsession with lattes and your determination to perfect them yourself. You top the mug off with some foam before sliding it over to Taehyung. He doesnât wait for it to cool before taking a big gulp.
âRough day?â You ask, leaning forward on your elbows.
âYou donât even know,â he grumbles, âI had a quiz in my hardest class today that I didnât know about, therefore didnât study for,â he pauses, âI had to pick up all the slack on a group project thatâs due on Saturday and then I have had to deal with Jungkookâs dumbass all week and he was at his worst this morning,â he rolls his eyes.
The mention of Jungkook makes your heart flutter yet stomach feel nauseated, âWhatâs wrong with Jungkook?â
Taehyung raises an eyebrow at you, âDonât you know?â
âUm⊠he hasnât talked to me in a week,â you look down at your hands, your mouth dry.
âJesus fuck,â Taehyung groans, âNo wonder heâs been in such a fucking mood. What did he do?â
You werenât sure how to go about your answer. Um, yeah, so like Jungkook wanted me to go home with him to have sex and I did too and I didnât and I donât know why. Sounds great.
âIt wasnât him. It was me,â you pause, âHe asked me to go home with him.â
Taehyungâs eyes widen slightly, a small smirk on his face, âDid you?â
You shake your head, âNo, I couldnât bring myself to. I wanted to butâŠâ you trail off, slightly embarrassed to be telling Taehyung this.
âGoddammit,â he nearly laughs, âNo wonder heâs pissy. Between you and tomorrow, kidâs got his work cut out.â You pick up Taehyung joking around but you still furrow your eyebrows.
âWhatâs tomorrow?â You ask.
âThe 13th. Did he not tell you?â Fuck. His fight. Without talking to Jungkook everyday, you had forgotten about the fight.
âHe mentioned it.â
âAre you going?â The question catches you off guard.
âWhat, oh no,â you shake your head, âNo, he didnât ask and I donât think thatâs something I wanna see anyways.â
âTrust me, he wants you there,â he says, âHeâs just being a dick.â
âHeâs got a funny way of showing it,â you snap. âEvery time something happens between us⊠he shuts me off. I donât fucking get it.â
âY/N he does this to everyone when heâs stressed,â Taehyung pauses, âEspecially since, you know,â he shrugs. The fights.
You nod, âI get it,â you slump, âItâs still frustrating.â
âYou donât have to tell me thatâat least you donât live with him,â he gives you a laugh and you send a smile in return.
âHow do you feel about it?â You ask him genuinely, âThe boxing I meanâŠâ
Taehyung squints his eyes briefly, âI think itâs stupid personally,â this answer warms your heart until he continues, âBut if I was as good as Jungkook I would probably do it too. The money in these things are insane.â
You raise your eyebrows, âSo Iâve heard.â
Taehyung nods before he gets a text on his phone. He reads it before smiling.
âYour girlfriend?â You probe curiously.
He clears his throat, âUh, yeah,â he responds quickly before turning his phone over. âSo, what exactly is going on between you two?â
âUh, what do you mean?â You laugh sarcastically.
Taehyung deadpans his face, âYou know what I mean. I know you guys have this weird chemistry, itâs obvious. Plus he hasnât shut up about you since you started tutoring him. Y/N this, Y/N that⊠itâs disgusting.â
Did Jungkook really talk about you?
âAsk him, not me because I donât even fucking know. I could tell you what Kim Namjoon and I are before I could define mine and Jungkookâs relationship.â You let out a laugh and other eye roll.
âIâm assuming you and hyung are⊠what do they say? Friends withâŠ?â
âYeah yeah whatever you wanna call it,â you swat your hand slightly embarrassed.
âJungkook hates it you know,â he says, switching tones. âYou and Namjoon.â
You slightly snort, âAnd why is that?â You could tell Jungkook didnât like seeing you with Namjoon, even before last weekend after he voiced it.
âBecause he knows Namjoon is the type of guy youâve always wanted, not him.â This takes you completely off guard.
âWhy would Jungkook care about that?â You furrow.
Taehyung shrugs, staying silent this time. You werenât stupidâyou knew what Taehyung was implying by saying what he said. It makes your stomach drop. Maybe Jungkook felt more for you than he supposed to as well?
âSo are you gonna come tomorrow?â He asks.
âNo Taehyung,â you say, âI donât want to see Jungkook get the shit beat out of him.â
âJungkook wonât get the shit beat out of him, I can promise you that.â
You eyes glance over to the door as a small group of people walk into the diner. You donât say anything else to Taehyung as you walk over to greet them. You seat them and make your way back to Taehyung, but you canât chat much longer as you now have a table to tend to.
âListen Y/N,â Taehyung stops you before you can walk back over with menus for the group, âIf you wanna come, just text me. Like I said Jungkook wants you there, whether heâs said so or not. Also, another latte please, youâre slacking woman.â
You swat him with the menus before walking away from him. Goddamn, these next 24 hours were going to be hell.
_____
You couldnât remember the last time you were ever this nervous for someone aside from yourself in a very long time. You remember how nervous you were in high school when you got injured and Jennie had to double with a girl on the bench of the tennis team. You remember being nervous for your parents when you left for college. And now, you donât ever recall a moment in your life where you have been this nervous for Jeon Jungkook of all people.
It was Friday at 3:43 PM and you day was slow but painless, and you had no official plans set for the evening. Taehyung had texted you, wondering if you wanted to hitch a ride along with him to the match. You had yet to answer him. His text mocking you from your screen and you wanted to pretend that you knew nothing of the boxing match but that was impossible.
[You 3:59 PM] What time should I be ready
You send the message before you could regret it and delete it. Jennie has yet to be home from going to the store and you would need a good, yet believable excuse for your absence tonight.
[Taehyung 4:00 PM] iâll pick you up around 8
[You 4:00 PM] Sounds good. Have you spoken to Jungkook today?
[Taehyung 4:02 PM] no heâs been quiet all day. have you?
[You 4:02 PM] Nope
You donât receive another text from him and you slump down on your couch. It had been nearing two full weeks since Jungkook had spoken to you. You felt like all of this was your fault, sending him mixed signals and unsure of your own feelings for him. From the secretive finger fuck to the gentle kiss you shared last week, Jungkook was on your mind 24/7âaside from taking exams of courseâbut he was all you could think about lately. Growing up, you obviously loved Jungkook and was practically glued to his hip, but even then you donât recall thinking about him every single fucking second.
You pull at the roots of your hair and let out a frustrated groan. Maybe you should reach out? After all, without your initiation of friendship all those years ago, you wouldnât be here now.
You pick up your phone and find Jungkookâs contact and before you can stop yourself, you tap the call button. Your hands are clammy and you know he probably wonât answer, but itâs worth a try. The line rings for about thirty seconds before it goes dead. That dumbass doesnât even have voicemail set up.
Pissed off even more, you slam your phone against the coffee table and let out an exasperated âfuckâ before going to your room to take a nap. Fuck Jeon Jungkook, is the last thought you have before you drift off into sleep.
_____
Taehyung picked you up at 8:02, though you told Jennie it was Namjoon who picked you up and the two of you were having a night in. You think she believed it but left her before she could ask anymore questions.
âI just donât fucking get it Taehyung, one second heâs fine and another heâs like a child throwing a fit,â you filled Taehyung in on how you tried to call him but to no avail.
âYou donât have to tell me how he is Y/N, I fucking live with the guy,â he groans from his drivers seat. âI just think heâs going through a lot right now⊠with school, his parents, the boxing, you⊠heâs never handle stress that well you know that.â
You let out a sigh, leaning against the window, âItâs just so frustrating trying to help him only to get cut off like thisâŠâ
Taehyung looks at you with an eyeful glance though you donât notice. âY/N, in his eyes youâve cut him off too, you do realize that right?â
You furrow your eyebrows. âWhat? No I havenât?â
âCome on the little brat canât keep his mouth shut. I know what happened with you two a couple weeks ago,â he says. You donât say anything, cheeks getting warm. âAnd the weeks before that on our fucking balconyââ
âOkay what then Tae!â You interrupt him, too embarrassed by the memory.
âJungkook is trying Y/N,â he says with a hint of a smirk, âHe thinks youâre rejecting him,â Taehyung says matter-of-factly.
âRejecting? Câmon Taehyung you know that Iââ
âI know that you and Jungkook like each other, even though neither one of you have said anything, Jennie says it too.â
You narrow your eyebrows at your friend. âI donât know what I think about Jungkook okay?â Youâre being honest. You know you like Jungkook⊠but youâre scared of what that entails for the future. You want Jungkook in your future, you just donât know what the right path is.
Taehyung doesnât say anything else as he pulls his car into a fairly full parking garage. Itâs dimly lit and slightly freaks you out. Taehyung had to drive to the other side of the city to get here and you donât recognize the neighborhood around.
âStay close to me, alright?â Taehyung opened your door for you and you nod without any argument. You follow Taehyung out of the parking garage into the chilly air and you huddle by his side. The two of you walk down a couple streets before he turns down a dark, dimly lit alleyway.
âTaehyung what the fuck,â you whisper and come to a halt. His brown eyes bleed into yours despite the darkness and he takes your hand into his.
âItâs okay,â he says reassuringly, âI promise.â
You nod reluctantly and the you continue to walk down the alley, coming to a stop at the end where you spot the familiar face of Min Yoongi. Heâs standing down a small flight of stairs beneath you two and he greets Taehyung with a stiff smile.
âTaehyung, whatâs up,â he says, his eyes immediately looking over at you, âY/N?â
You tighten your grip around Taehyungâs hand, Yoongiâs stare quite intimidating.
âShe should be on Jungkookâs list.â
You stay quiet knowing Taehyung doing the talking is the best strategy. Yoongi looks down at a clipboardâold fashioned but effective you guessâbefore nodding.
âYou guys are good. Hurry and find a seat, thereâs a lot of people down here tonight.â Â
âYou got it,â Â Taehyung gives him a small smile before you drag behind him down the stairs and enter through a heavy door. You already hear plenty of commotion as you enter a huge space a few feet from the door. Your eyes look around and you could see nearly a hundred people just in your line of sight.
âHoly shit,â Taehyung says.
âWhat?â You get nervous by his tone.
âIâve never seen this many people here, goddamn.â
âWhy are there so many people here?â You spot a large boxing ring, dead center of the room and your mouth goes dry.
âI guess people like rematches?â Taehyung raises an eyebrow at you.
âWhereâs Jungkook?â You ask, noticing how some eyes are staring at you, making you shift uncomfortably in your boots.
âProbably in the locker rooms⊠wanna see him?â He asks.
You bite your lip. âDoes he wanna see us?â You hope Taehyung says yes. Itâs killing you inside not being able to see him, hear him.
âGuess weâll find out, câmon,â he smirks and you follow him closely. As you look around, you do notice people you somewhat recognize. Whether itâs from walking around on campus or some of your classes, all these faces are not too unfamiliar. Taehyung takes you away from the crowd of people, through another set of doors and down another hallway. With this much walking and standing, you would have worn something other than booties. You enter the âlocker roomâ area and you suddenly feel queasy. What if Jungkook is mad that youâre here? What if he doesnât want to see you after all? What ifâ
âY/N?â Your thoughts are broken by a honey-like voice and you focus in on the source. Jungkook sits a few feet away from you and Taehyung, back leaning against a wall. He looks confused, but also pleasantly surprised. âWhat are you doing here?â He gets up and does the unexpectedâhe embraces you in a tight hug. You return it without a second though, holding him close to you. He pulls away from you after a few moments and gives Taehyung a small hug too.
âHey,â you say shyly.
âHow are you feeling?â Taehyung asks his friend and Jungkook shrugs.
âIâm alright.â Jungkook looks at you again. âI didnât think youâd ever come to one of these,â he laughs awkwardly.
âMe either,â you say with no expression. As much as you wanted to be happyâyou couldnât. You were pissed at Jungkook for ignoring you and you were pissed that Jungkook was about to fight. You eye his frame, a white t shirt and navy sweatpants hang low on his hips. He looks calm, too calm for your liking.
âWill you give us a minute?â Jungkook suddenly turns to Taehyung and he nods glancing at you.
âIâll get some seats.â
Taehyung leaves you and Jungkook alone and you nearly feel like crying. What the fuck is this mess?
âY/N listen to me,â Jungkook says stepping towards you, âIâm so sorry about thess past two weeks. I-Iâve been a dick for no fucking reason and itâs not fair to you.â
You donât say anything as you stand there with your arms crossed over your chest.
âFuck I know Iâm idiot and thereâs no excuse⊠Iâve just been so stressed lately and youâre the best fucking part of my dayââ
âWell why donât you fucking act like it Jungkook? Iâm sick of something happening between us and you acting like a I donât exist for god knows what reason,â you raise your voice slightly.
âY/N I,â he pauses, his hands finding their way to your shoulders, ïżœïżœïżœI havenât been honest with you and,â he pauses again and you feel your heart speed up. Whatâs he talking about? âI just wanna sayââ
âJungkook, you got five minutes,â the two of you turn to Park Jimin who seemed to come in at the wrong time.
âFuck,â he says, âWeâll talk after okay?â
You nod hesitantly and before you can push yourself away from him, Jungkook places a kiss on your forehead and it makes your insides melt. Fuck, you meet his brown eyes, biting your lip nervously.Â
A revelation springs into your mind;Â you think you might love him. He pulls you in for another hug, though this is one much shorter as Jimin is ushering you out of the locker room in the blink of an eye.
As much as you wanted to be mad at Jungkook, those thoughts had quickly subsided and replaced with butterflies and nausea. Did you really love Jungkook? You always have, but the feeling in the pit of your heart is pulling you to a different type of love. You cared about him, sometimes even more than yourself. Youâve always wanted the best for him, even if that meant sacrificing your feelings in the process. Now you were stuck between a rock in a hard place, much like you were back in high school when you had a crush on Jungkook. Fuck. And now you have to watch him fight someone like dogs, Â
You shake yourself from your thoughts, as loud music flows through your ears and you look around for Taehyung. Luckily, his ashy hair color is easy to spot amongst the crowd and you push yourself to him, squeezing in between bodies and their chatter.
âMy betâs on Jeon,â a voice says.
âFuck no, Eric isnât gonna let the same guy beat him twice.â
You try to ignore the snide comments about Jungkook and when you get to Taehyung, he greets you with a smile.
âHey, everything good?â He asks.
You lick you dry lips, âI donât know,â you say honestly. Taehyungâs eyes drop and he nods.Â
Suddenly, all the lights go out in the venue and a roar of screams and cheers fills the void. You stay still, pressing your body close to Taehyung. Itâs not that you feel unsafe, but this environmentâit wasnât for you at all. You heart rate quickens when a man, give a few years on your age, gets into the boxing ring before you, the crowd cheering even louder for him. He bumps a microphone with his palm before bringing it to his mouth.
âWelcome, welcome!â He beams with a smile, âWhat an outstanding turnout we have tonight! You guys choose a good one to watch because tonight is the rematch of two of the best fighters Iâve seen in a long timeâŠâ
âLetâs give a welcome to our first fighter, weighing in at 148 pounds, 5 foot 11, Jeon Jungkook!â
Being an underground fighting ring, there isnât a posse escorting Jungkook to the ring. Heâs got Jimin by his left side, Min Yoongi on the right. Jungkook is shirtless, wearing only a pair of navy shorts, black and white boxing gloves on his hands. He enters the ring with cheers and you inhale and exhale deeply. You look up at Taehyung and he gives you a nod of reassurance to calm down. Jungkook jumps around in place a few times, shaking his arms and shoulders out. From your seat, you canât read his eyes or facial expressionâbut he looks calm and unnerved.
âComing in next, weighing in at 145 pounds, 6 feet tall, Kim Eric!â
Jungkookâs opponent walks in next, three guys surrounding him. He walks slow and steady, his bare chest tattooed beautifully, his boxing gloves a dark red. He enters the ring to cheers and this Eric guyâs gaze doesnât leave Jungkookâs body one time. Jungkook hasnât spared one glance at the guy and you find yourself somewhat smiling. Jungkook has always been a cocky-fuck when itâs come to sports which would usually annoy you, but here right nowâhe looked hot as fuck standing there as if he had no care in the world. Jungkook stands on the left corner of the ring, sitting on a small stool as Jimin and Yoongi talk to him. Jungkook nods, absorbing their information. Eric and his guys do the same.
Suddenly, both men stand and Jimin is putting a mouth guard in Jungkookâs mouth and with one last nod, he finally looks over at Eric, who has already made his way to the center of the ring with the announcer. Jungkook stalks over slowly, his eyes dark and hungry.
âAlright guys, I want a clean fight. No kicking, no cheap shots. If you get knocked down, I give you ten seconds to get up. You look me in the eyes and say youâre good before anymore fighting happens alright. We go for five rounds, unless more is needed. A knockout wins. Touch gloves.â
Jungkook sticks out his gloves for Eric but Eric only stares at him, ignoring the sign of solidarity.
âFuck you,â Eric says to Jungkook and sends a chill down your spine. Jungkook rolls his eyes, backing away from him, but stays silent.
âAlright⊠ready⊠fight!â
Time slows as a bell rings loudly, the cheers get even louder, and you find yourself gripping Taehyungâs arm for support. Jungkook starts to move around the ring slowly, but Eric isnât having thatâimmediately rushing to Jungkook to get a few jabs in. Jungkook manages to dodge them perfectly before Eric can corner him. Jungkook keeps his gloves high and never looks away from Eric. Eric comes after Jungkook again, jabbing onceâtwiceâthe third time hitting Jungkook square in the face.
âShit,â you breathe out, eyes widening.
This time, Jungkook comes for Eric, his jabs coming quick and calculated, landing Eric in the body once. Jungkook jabs again and hits him in the face. Eric moves around quickly, Jungkook not quick to follow him. Eric comes after him again, Jungkook blocking his jabs, but missing at the end, leading to Jungkook getting hit in the face once again as well as a body shot.
Eric is coming in hot, throwing punches and jabs left and right, making Jungkook dance around to dodge them. After a few moments, Jungkook begins to fight back, landing Eric square in the face twice. You notice that Jungkook must have busted Ericâs lip as blood now protrudes from his mouth. This seems to send Eric into overdrive and attacks Jungkook quick and fast. You cover your mouth when Eric has Jungkook trapped against the rope, landing body punches after body punches.
âAlright!! Enough, break it up!!â The announcer gets Eric off of Jungkook and Eric starts to laugh in a very showman's way. Jungkook is breathing heavy and he tilts his headâa habit of his that comes out when heâs frustrated or angry. This seems to be both.
Jungkook and Eric continue to throw jabs at one another. Within a few seconds, the whole fight seems to change as Eric manages to slip past one of Jungkookâs blocks and lands him straight on the cheekbone. Jungkookâs body almost freezes before he falls back on the floor and you gasp at the sight.
âFuck! Taehyungââ
âHeâs fine, heâs fine,â he says but his eyes never met yours.
The announcer is on the floor with Jungkook counting down from ten and Jungkook finally sits up when he reaches the number four.
âYou good son?â The guy asks Jungkook.
He nods, âYeah, letâs go.â
Jungkook gets up and walks around, stretching his neck around, waiting for the ref to announce the second round.
âThatâs what you get motherfucker,â Eric says walking past him to his corner. Again, Jungkook says nothing before sitting down. Jimin takes out his mouth guard and lets Jungkook drink some water.
âWhy is Jungkook letting him hit him like that?!â You ask Taehyung, looking up to him, âHeâs getting his ass kicked!â
Taehyung shakes his head, âJungkookâs smart Y/N⊠heâs trying to run Ericâs energy out. If Eric keeps swinging the way he right now, heâll be passed out on his own soon.â
The second round commences and this time, itâs Jungkook who comes out fast. Jungkook soon has Eric trapped against the rope, landing jab after jab. The ref intervenes and lets them get some air. Jungkookâs skin is sweaty and red hot and you donât think youâve ever seen him look as mad as he does right now.
Eric counters quickly, catching up with Jungkook again, landing punch after punch. Jungkook escapes but Eric sticks out a foot, causing Jungkook to trip. The whole crowdâyourself includedâstart to yell at the action. The referee pulls Eric back and points his finger at him. You canât hear what heâs saying, but you know itâs a scolding by the way his mouth is moving quickly. You look over at Jungkook who shakes his head disapprovingly. Heâs talking to Jimin as Yoongi cares to a cut on Jungkookâs eyebrow.
âHeâs a fucking asshole,â you make out Jungkook saying.
The third round starts and it seems both Eric and Jungkook are equally fighting this time. Jungkookâs combinations are cleaner than Ericâs, anyone can see that, but the way Eric keeps landing in on Jungkookâmakes you feel like this isnât going to end well for him.
âCome on Jungkook!â You find yourself yelling in the chaos, your whole body shaking as Jungkook dances around the ring to get away from Eric. Eric has him trapped again, but with Jungkookâs strength, gets Eric off of him to turn the tables. Thereâs sweat and blood coming off both fighters and itâs got to be the most horrifying thing youâve ever seen.
âCome on you little bitch,â Eric spits at Jungkook, âIs that all youâve fucking got?â
Jungkook says nothing again, jabbing when he needs to.
âFucking hell why wonât you speak to me you fucker?â Eric speaks again.
âI donât have shit to say to you,â Jungkook finally retorts back. âYou lost my respect when you sent those pussies to jump Park and I.â
Eric swings hard and Jungkook ducks, barely missing it by an inch. Eric is tired, Jungkook too, but Jungkook can see a weakness in him now.
âCome on it was all in good fun,â he says with a smirk, âYou know what else would be good fun?â
Jungkook doesnât say anything.
âKicking your ass,â he pauses and before Jungkook can do anything else, Eric swings down hard, landing on Jungkookâs body knocking the breath out of him. Jungkook stumbles backwards, holding his stomach, he lands again on the ground with a clunk. Eric stands over him, before taking out his mouthpiece, âAnd stealing your bitch you invited tonight.â
âGoddammit,â you mutter watching the scene unfold in front of you. No one knows what theyâre saying to each other over the noise and you honestly couldnât care. You just want Jungkook to get up and finish this shit.
Jungkook stands up, though with a visible wince in his face. Heâs breathing heavy and is filled with pure rage. The fourth bell rings and it doesnât take long for Jungkook to attack him. Jungkook is fast and furious, landing punch after punch and youâve never been happier for someone to get their ass kicked. Jungkook lands a punch straight across the face, causing Eric to stumble backwards. Even though you know nothing about boxing, Eric looks exhausted where Jungkook looks ready for more. With everything left in Eric, he starts coming after Jungkook. Jungkook blocks until he canât block no more, but something in Jungkookâs stance changes. Jungkook steps forward, his right hand landing straight on Ericâs face cause his form to break. Jungkook steps quickly again, his left hand bringing an uppercut to Ericâs jaw.
The room nearly falls silent as Eric loses balance, going down straight on his back and head. When he hits the ground, the room erupts in a roar so loud it nearly deafens you.
âHoly shit!â Taehyung exclaims. The ref is down on the ground, counting down from 10, and then itâs at 5 and then 3 and thenâ
âLadies and gentlemen, Jeon Jungkook wins this rematch!â The ref grabs Jungkookâs hand and holds it up over his head and you find yourself jumping up and down, pulling Taehyung down for a hug.
âTaehyung oh my fucking god!â You exclaim. He smiles brightly at you.
âI told you, he knows what heâs doing,â he says and you nod. You couldnât deny it nowâas stupid as Jungkook was for getting involved in this, his talent for the sport was extraordinary. âCome on, letâs get to his locker room,â Taehyung pulls you by your hand and you make your way back to where you were earlier.
Jungkook hasnât arrived yet, but you find Yoongi already in there, setting out a first aid kit.
âHey guys,â he says, âGreat fight, huh?â
âYeah, it was brilliant,â Taehyung says. The door opening catches your attention and Jungkook walks through with Jimin. Â Your eyes instantly meet and you canât even stop yourself from running to him and throwing your arms around him. He exhales deeply with a sharp wince, returning your bone crushing grip with his own.
âAlright lovebirds, he needs to get fixed up,â Yoongiâs voice interrupts you two. You hesitantly let him go and he sits down in front of Yoongi, sitting forward on his knees. Heâs still breathing heavy, dripping sweat everywhere.
âFucking hell Jungkook, since when do you box southpaw?â Taehyung pushes his shoulder slightly and Jungkook only laughs as Yoongi wipes away the blood on his eyebrow.
âIâve been working on it for awhile,â he says, âJust never had the right time to use it⊠until tonight at least,â he says giving you a glance. âEric is all talk, no bite. I canât fucking stand him.â
âWell, I donât think youâll be boxing him again anytime soon,â Jimin says, âHeâs embarrassed himself twice now.â
âYeah, agreed,â Yoongi chimes in, placing one of those bandaids that pull the skin together like stitches above Jungkookâs eyebrow. âNo one will want to box you now knowing you can southpaw.â
Jungkook looks at you and you furrow your eyebrows at him. He said he wasnât going to fight after this, but the way they are talkingâit sounds as if he is.
âWell, I think my boxing career is probably over after tonight,â Jungkook speaks up as if he could read your mind. He tears his eyes away from you as the others look confused.
âWhat?!â
âWhy?â
âJungkook câmon!â
âGuys,â he breathes out, âI made a promise, okay? Besides, I have enough money now, I donât need anything else.â
Your features soften as you listen to his words. His promise was to you. A smile grows on your face as you watch his body calm down from his intensified state. Once Yoongi is finished, he packs everything up. The five of you talk amongst yourselves before Taehyung turns to you.
âYou ready to go home?â He asks.
âI can take you home,â Jungkook says before you can answer.
âOkay,â you give him a small smile that he returns.
âOkay then, Iâm gonna head out, I wonât be home tonight Jungkook,â he says.
âI know I know, at your girlfriends,â Jungkook swats his hand and Taehyung flips him off before leaving.
Jungkook stands up throwing on a shirt and slipping into Birkenstocks. âCome on,â he says to you, holding out his head. You gladly take it and it feels more like home than home ever has.
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âFuck Jungkook, how much money is this?â You ask him as he hands you a white envelope as he unbuckles himself in the driver seat. The envelope is thick and you peak out of curiosity, your jaw dropping.
âI told you,â he says snatching it back from you, âAs much food as Iâve bought you lately, hopefully this will last.â
You swat at his sarcastic comment before letting out a laugh. Instead of going home, you asked Jungkook to go anywhere but there. Youâre parked outside of his apartment complex, which was fine with you. The two of you needed to talk. Not much talking goes on as a silence falls between you two.
âY/N.â
âJungkook.â
The two of you laugh as you speak at the same time.
âYou first,â you say, turning your body to face him fully.
He takes a deep breath before speaking, âI know I said it earlier but I really am sorry about this past week. Thereâs not an excuse that justifies me acting like a complete dick to you, especially when youâve been nothing but nice to me.â
You stay quiet, unsure of what to say.
âAnd when I said youâre the best part of my day⊠I fucking mean it. Iâm sorry for coming onto you like I have, I just,â he doesnât finish, his eyes looking everywhere but you.
âJungkook,â you get his attention again, reaching over the console to grab his hand, âDonât apologize for that. Yeah, youâve been a dick each time something happens between us but thatâs the apology I care about.â
âI just donât know how to say it,â he mutters, caressing your hand gently.
âSo youâre really not going to box anymore?â you inquire. Jungkook was good, more than good... it couldnât be easy giving up on that.Â
He shakes his head, âNo. I told you I didnât want you worrying about me anymore. I keep my promises,â his smile his sweet and you swear your feel yourself melting more and more into his touch.Â
âJungkook,â you let out a deep sigh, âI didnât realize how much I needed you in my life until we became friends again. You know almost everything about me and I donât want anyone else to ever take your placeâŠâ
Itâs hanging there by a threadâthe words on your tongueâand youâre not sure you can say them and they feel constrictingâbut you know you have to andâ
âI love you,â the words come from your mouth and you feel like you could puke. âI donât know when or why, but Iâm in love with you Jungkook. Youâre all I think about anymore and I donât want anyone else when youâre right here.â
Jungkook parts his mouth, staring at you with a look you canât read. Fuck, you fucked this up for sure.
âShitâI know that was so rushed and stupid. Fuck Iâm an idiotââ
âY/N,â Jungkookâs voice interrupts you and you try to hide within your own body from embarrassment. With your hand of yours in his, he pulls on it, forcing you closer to him. You look at him wide eyed before he presses his lips against yours firmly. As usual, his lips feel so good and you melt into him. This is good right? What the hell is going on? You pull away from him after a few moments, an unsure look on your face.
He nuzzles his nose against your own before speaking, âIâve wanted to tell you that since the night of our graduation.â
âReally?â You ask as you feel your palms sweat, heart racing.
He nods, âIâve been in love with you for god knows how long now.â
A smile creeps upon your face and you let out a sigh of relief. Jungkook watches you with interest, tucking some of your hair behind your ear.
âI can take you home whenever,â he says quietly.
Youâre quick to shake your head,  âNo, itâs okay⊠I can stay, if you want,â your voice trails off and you suddenly feel shy under his gaze.
You donât notice how Jungkook bites his lip but he does say, âYeah. Of course.â
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Jungkookâs apartment is how you remember it, though a lot quieter without Taehyung here. Youâre sure the reason Jungkookâs apartment is spotless is because of him. He has always been clean and organized and Taehyung⊠well he was Taehyung.
âIâm gonna get in the shower, my room is in here if you wanna chill,â Jungkook says and you give him a small nod. He rids his shirt before he even closes the bathroom door and it makes you gulp. This is new territory for the both of you. The two of you just admitted your love for one another and youâre about to spend the night with Jungkook? And not in a friend way? Jesus Christ you could be tripping.
You walk into Jungkookâs room and it smells just like him. His bed is neatly made and his desk is sprawled with two computer monitors and some notebooks from school. His walls are decorated as youâd expectâa Korean flag hanging, a âSaturdayâs Are For The Boysâ flagâtypicalâand a few Beta Tae Sigma plaques scattered. What catches your eye is a wall of neatly lined photos taped to the wall. You look around at all of them with a smile. Most of them are Jungkook and his frat brothers, Taehyung, a few of his older brother, thereâs even a picture of you, him, Taehyung, and Jennie from high school. One that catches your eye the most is one of just you and him. Itâs an old picture but the memories from that day flood your mind. It was from your first week of freshman year here at university. Both of your smiles are wide and you two are hugging each otherâs frames closely. Jennie took the picture you remember. It makes you smile to yourself, butterflies entering in your stomach. Did you love Jungkook then and didnât know it? The way youâre looking at him in the picture would say so.
You suddenly feel an urge to be close to him again. Youâve never been a ballsy person but as you look back at the bathroom door thatâs closed, your desire to be touched again by Jungkook again overwhelms your senses. Closing your eyes briefly, you donât need much more convincing before your stripping yourself of your jacket and shoes. You kick off your jeans and sweater, leaving you only in your undergarments. You tip toe to the bathroom, grabbing the handle, opening it easy.
The shower water is loud and thereâs steam in the small quarters. Jungkook is humming to himself as you start to take off the rest of your clothing. With a deep breath, you grab the shower curtain, pulling it back. Jungkookâs back is facing you but he hears you instantly.
âShit Y/N you scarââ he stops mid sentence as he takes in your naked frame getting in the shower too.
âHi,â you mumble meeting his eye contact. Â
âH-hey,â he nearly chokes on his own air, trying to keep his eyes up from your breasts.
âScooch,â you smirk at him to move to get underneath the water too. He does as you say watching you curiously. Youâre in the process of wetting your hair when his chest is pressed firmly against your back.
âThis wasnât expected,â he says into your ear, his hands moving to grip your waist from behind.
âYouâre the one that wanted me to go home with you,â you say giving him an innocent glance over your shoulder. He laughs biting his lip, pressing them against the skin behind of your ear. You lean into the physical contact, feeling almost all of your stress go away instantly.
You spin around to look at him fully as itâs a frenzy whose mouth collides with whose. He leans down to grasp your lips in their entirety, pulling you closer to him than you ever have been. He pulls you away from the water so it doesnât get in your face as he presses you against the shower wall. His tongue dips in and out of your mouth, his hands free roaming over your breasts and down to your ass, whatever he likes within the moment. Your hands grip his dark locks as he moves his mouth from your mouth, to your neck, down to your chest. He waste no time taking your right nipple in his mouth and you exhale deeply at the feeling.
You pull his face back to yours, kissing him again not able to get enough of his lips. His hands trail down from your ass to the front of your thighs, getting closer and closer to your wet center.
âIs this okay?â He asks as his fingers rub slowly back forth between your entrance. You can barely speak as his touch is setting you on fire but you manage to nod.
âYes, please, Jungkook,â you say. He enters one finger, then another stretching you out nicely. Fuck you forgot how good this felt with him.
âFuck youâre so wet,â he breathes heavily and you glance down at his hardening cock. Your mouth waters at the sight. Jungkook lifts one of your legs and starts to take his fingers in and out of you slowly and agonizing. He fingers you deep and rough and you can already feel a climax coming.
âShit,â you croak out as Jungkook rubs one of your nipples, kissing your neck. Thereâs a pain at the back of your head at his force pushing you against the wall but itâs easy to ignore when it feels so good below your waist. âJungkook, Iâm gonna come,â you say as the snap inside of you is about to break.
âCome on baby,â his voice is deep and groggy. As if on cue, you feel your climax wash over you and youâre not shy to be loud. You know no one is here so it doesnât bother you one bit. Jungkook kisses you against feverishly as he pulls his fingers from you. You feel impossibly empty but you know what you want to do and youâre not near anywhere tired. Your hands travel down to his front, grasping his hard dick in your hands. God, heâs so big.
âOh fuck,â Jungkook seethes through his teeth as you pull on the sensitive skin, all the way from his pubic hair down to the tip. He places a hand beside of your head, leaning forward against your forehead. His eyes are shut tightly and you lick your lips, wanting to take him in your mouth.
You push him away from you slightly and move down to your knees, your face front and center with his beautiful dick. You take no time to put him in your mouth which causes Jungkook to groan loudly.
âY/N,â he says looking down at you. Heâs never seen a better sight. You make sure to keep eye contact as you bob your head up and down his shaft. While one of Jungkookâs hands stays against the wall, his other grips your hair, fisting it into a makeshift ponytail. âOh fuckâHe pulls on your hair and it only makes you want to please him more. Your left hand go to his balls, the right helping you up and down his length. He pulls your hair again and you take as much of him as you can. His tip reaches the back of your throat and you gag around his length and Jungkook thinks he could actually cry. Watching you through half open lids, he decides this isnât how he is going to comeânot tonight at least.
He grabs your hair and pulls you away from him and youâre slightly confused when he brings you to your feet.
âCome on, I need to be inside of you,â he says and you nod eagerly as he turns off the shower. He leads you out of the bathroom in a frenzy, pulling up into his bedroom. You shut the door behind you and he pins you against it, kissing you hard and deep.
Both of you are dripping wet but neither of you care to dry off as he carries you to his bed. You settle on his lap as his hands rest on your waist tightly. Your hands grip his face just as tight but youâre careful not to touch his injury above his brow. You couldnât believe he was just fighting two hours agoâthat seemed like forever ago compared to now. A lot can change in a short period of time and it makes you slightly chuckle against his mouth. Â
âWhat?â He breaks the kiss asking you with a hazy grin.
You shake your head, âNothing,â you smile pushing his hair from his forehead. You liked seeing it. âI love you,â you repeat. And you probably wonât stop, ever.
âI love you too,â he says, âSo much.â
âLet me ride you,â you whisper in his ear and his eyes light up like a child. âAre you clean?â You ask him.Â
He nods quickly, âYou?â You nod in response and both of you feel excited and anxious.Â
You rub your hand against his length again and you hold it up as you adjust yourself to sit on him. As soon as his tip enters you, a shiver runs down your spine. As you sink yourself lower, groans come from both of your mouths, a deep moan erupting from you when you bottom out.
âOh my god,â you breathe in and out to control yourself.
âRide me baby,â he says and you start to move your hips against his. He fills up every inch of you and it feels so good. Your hips lift away from his and he chases them with his own thrusts. He kisses your neck as you throw your head back, your hands digging into his shoulders for leverage. Â
âFuck Jungkook,â you say seeing stars in your eyes, âYou feel so good,â you whine.
âYou have no idea,â he says against your sticky skin, one of his hands bruising into your waist helping you ride him in a fluid motion. âGoddammit,â he says.
As you grind against him, your clit rubs against his pubic hair, sending your toes curling. He senses that youâve found your sweet spot against him and places his thumb there instead to rub the sensitive bud.
You feel yourself inching closer and closer to a second climax when Jungkook stalls your motion.
âLay on your stomach,â he breathes and you do as he says climbing off of him quickly. He doesnât even give you time to get there all the way before heâs grabbing your hips to pull your ass to him. He slides right into you and you nearly scream into his mattress. Your hands grip the sheets as he fucks you deeper from behind. He smacks your ass once, twice sending a loud whine from your mouth.
âFuck, fuck, fuck,â you mutter trying to focus on Jungkookâs whines and small ministrations from his mouth. He reaches forward, rubbing your clit again and you want to die and go to heaven at the feeling. Neither of you try to be quiet anymore as you feel the second orgasm coming over you. You clench and unclench around Jungkookâs length as he stalls his thrusts to feel the action.
âCome inside of me,â you say, knowing both of you are clean and you have an IUD.
âJesus,â he breathes, picking up his pace again chasing after his own high. As the sensitivity becomes too much, Jungkook finally lets go, coming deep inside of you. He holds your hips close against him, trying to deepen his climax as far as possible. The hot cum inside of you feels good and you moan at the feeling.
When Jungkook finishes completely in you, he pulls out with a sigh. You collapse against the bed, completely spent. Jungkook finds a clean rag in his pile of clean laundry and is quick to clean yourself and him up. You feel like you can barely move as Jungkook joins you in his bed. He turns you over to face him and he kisses you gently which you return happily.
âI love you,â he says for the third time tonight, kissing your nose.
âI love you too,â you entangling your legs together. The room is silent apart from your breathing and youâre about to go to sleep when he nudges you with his hand. Â
âCome on,â he says.
âWhat?â You ask.
âLetâs actually take a shower now since someone wouldnât let me,â he eyes you with accusation.
You squint at him before flipping him off. âFuck off.â
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The next morning you wake up with Jungkook hugging you from behind, his face nuzzeled in your hair. You have no clue what the time may be, but you since itâs early by the way the birds chirp out the window. You stretch out your arms as best as you could and try to move your legs, but it doesnât work since Jungkookâs heavy legs are tangled with your own. Youâre tempted to fall back asleep but when Jungkook moves behind you, you turn to see his ruckus. Youâre met with his brown eyes and you jump slightly, not expecting to see him awake. Both of you let out the faintest of laughs, not saying anything.
Jungkook leans over and kisses your lips, âGood morning.â His voice is groggy and he shuts his eyes again as you fully turn your body to his.
âGood morning,â you respond, watching the way his chest rises and falls gently. âHowâd you sleep?â
âHmm, really good,â he mumbles. You are about to join him in closing your eyes again until a loud rumble comes from your belly. Jungkook laughs.
âHungry much?â
âStarving,â you groan, âI didnât eat dinner last night.â
âWhy not?â
âI was too nervous before your match⊠I thought I would yak if I ate,â you answer. Stupid, you know, but it was your train of thought last night.
He opens his eyes again, âLetâs go to the diner for breakfast⊠employee discount.â
You glare at him, âIs that all I am to you? A fucking employee discount,â you say saracastically.
âAnd my girlfriend if that helps?â He raises an eyebrow. Your cheeks heat up and you smile.
âWelllll, since my boyfriend is rich now and gets a discount, Iâm assuming heâs paying.â
He smirks, âObviously.â
âWill you take me to my place so I can change? And then weâll go?â
He nods, his hand caressing the side of your body, âAs much as I wanna stay in bed, I could really go for pancakes right now.â
âWaffles are superior,â you remark.
He frowns with a disgusted face, âGet the fuck out of my bed you heathen.â
_____
Jungkook insisted on coming up to your apartment with you because he didnât want to wait in the car, but you know he just wants to see you change in front of him. Boys are all the fucking same.
As you fumbled with the key, the door opens and whatever Jungkook is saying to you is suddenly drowned out when you seeâ
âJennie?â
âTaehyung?â
The names leave yours and Jungkookâs mouth as you watch the scene in front of you. Jennie is sitting on the counter, Taehyung in between her legs with a coffee cup in hand. Could be worse but what the fuck is going on?!
âShit,â Jennie says pushing away Taehyung. âHey guys,â she smiles awkwardly. You and Jungkook look at each other confused before Jungkook speaks.
âUh, Taehyung?â He asks and Taehyung is. as red as a tomato.
âOh fuck,â Jennie mutters shaking her head. She looks at Taehyung for backup.
Taehyung pinches his nose before speaking, âUm⊠weâre dating.â
You and Jungkook have the same reaction as your mouth drops.
âJennie is your secret girlfriend?â Jungkook asks.
âSurprise,â Jennie smiles again looking at you.
You look at Jungkook and shake your head at the four of you. What a fucking cliché.
The four of you go to breakfast together that morning and itâs like old times, just with a sprinkle of something new. As long as the four of you have known each other, youâve always had each otherâs backs. Even now, with you and Jungkook and Jennie and Taehyungâyou know that would never change from here on out. Turns out, Jennie just thought her and Taehyung were friends with benefits, while Taehyung was telling everyone he had a girlfriend because he was that smitten with her. The four of you laugh at the situation at hand and you couldnât believe everyone was back together... like this. As Jungkookâs pancakes and your waffles arrive, Jungkookâs beaming smile lighting the whole room you think to yourselfâthis is how itâs supposed to be.Â
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just about perfect - seonghwa
howdy folks, back with another fic but iâm switching it up on ya! i might start writing regularly for ateez as well so yâall are cool with that right? right.
summary: this is NOT inspired by seonghwa saying he watches nevertheless. why would you even think that.
warnings: not the kind of warning u were expecting but thereâs no smut (i know its based off a show abt friends with benefits so thatâs why iâm warning u. do not get ur hopes up) a little cussing, a lotta me waxing poetic abt the perfect man park seonghwa. also slight tomfoolery from the teezers
word count: 10.6k
the bookstore just off campus is your current go-to study spot, mostly because the cafe inside has a drink special where you buy one coffee and get a voucher for the new bakery next door. so, letâs just say the past few days youâve been well caffeinated and well fed. youâre on the way there now, already planning out what your treats are going to be.Â
today you were supposed to meet your âstudy groupâ after your last class of the day, but it looks like youâre the only one here so far. and you say âstudy groupâ loosely, the professor for your music theory elective encouraged everyone to make a study group for the upcoming final and your group of friends chose to work together. thereâs been no studying going on, though.
especially not when hongjoongâs new friend seonghwa has been flirting with you literally nonstop. heâs apparently friends with everyone else in your group too. san knows him from an art class they took together last semester, meanwhile wooyoung and yeosang claim they lived on seonghwaâs floor freshman year and he always bought them booze. seonghwa denies it, only because hongjoong would slap him if he admitted to buying alcohol for underage kids.Â
tasteful delinquency aside, seonghwa is a fine person. you mean personality fine, not like, fine fine even though san would beg to differ. he knows youâve developed a thing for seonghwa despite trying not to, and heâs secretly trying to get you two together.Â
which is why san suddenly texts you and says he canât make it, and neither can yeosang or wooyoung. they decided to ditch studying to practice for the final in their dance class instead, so itâll be just you, seonghwa and hongjoong. and little did you know, hongjoong was trying to do the same thing as san. so weâll see how this goes.Â
-Â
ây/n, you canât do that,â hongjoong warns you, referring to the scale you were trying to fill out.Â
âwhy not?â you ask, looking down at your work and wondering whatâs wrong.
âbecause itâll sound like shit,â seonghwa replies before sipping his coffee.Â
âwhat he said,â hongjoong agrees, grabbing your paper and erasing some of the notes you had scribbled out. âit should look more like this.â
you glance over at what heâs done on top of your old work and sigh. you took this class because you like music, and you thought learning about how it works would be interesting, but itâs hard.Â
âcanât you just do all my work for me?â you plead. at this rate, you donât think youâll be able to pass the final.Â
âno, i donât want you dragging me down in this class,â hongjoong replies. âmy grades are great.âÂ
âi hate you.â
âwhat are you struggling with, y/n?â seonghwa asks as he finally looks up from his laptop. he had been working on an assignment for another class this whole time because he, like hongjoong, is great with music theory. so maybe this study group was a good thing.Â
âhere, you can switch seats with me,â hongjoong says as he clears the spot next to you on the weathered loveseat. âiâm going to look for a book i shouldâve started reading two weeks ago.âÂ
before you can protest, seonghwa is sliding his laptop across the coffeetable and slides himself into the spot next to you. when he sits you notice your thighs are touching, which is weird because there was plenty of space when hongjoong was here. you donât know that seonghwa is doing this on purpose, that hongjoon really left so he could flirt with the cute cashier in the cafe to give you and seonghwa some alone time.Â
âso,â seonghwa starts once heâs settled. âwhat are you struggling with?âÂ
âhmm, all of it?â you reply. your answer makes seonghwa smile, and you like the way his eyes sparkle when he does.
âthen i guess weâll be here a while.â
-
about an hour later, seonghwa has walked you through all the major and minor scales you need to know for the test and youâre starting to understand a little more. youâre still having problems with the back of the study guide where you have to come up with note combinations that can apply to those scales, but you have time to work on that since the final is two weeks out. right now, your brain is fried and you need a break.Â
âdo you mind if i go get a coffee?â you ask seonghwa, who was in the middle of sending you the minor scale cheat sheet he made. he looks up from his laptop and shakes his head before he speaks.
âi would only mind if i canât come with you.â
âitâs literally right over there, why do you need to come with me?â you question.
âi think i would just miss you too much,â he pouts, and you roll your eyes. seonghwa shuts his laptop and stands up. âwhat if i need coffee too?â
âyou already had one,â you remind him as you stand.
âyeah,â he nods. âbut teaching you is exhausting, so i need another. câmon.â
he walks ahead of you to the counter, and youâre too busy searching for your wallet to notice he took his jacket off, revealing a sneaky tattoo on the back of his neck. it isnât until youâre behind him in line that you get a look at the hand drawn star right on the nape of his neck, and you have to refrain from reaching out to trace the lines.
âi didnât know you had a tattoo,â you decide to say. he turns around and instinctively rubs his hand across the tattoo, smiling at you with those sparkly eyes again.
âyeah, i have a couple,â he replies. âbut this one is my favorite.â
âwhy?â
âbecause my name means âto become a starâ, so i like knowing that i have a reminder with me all the time,â he explains.
ânice. itâs really pretty.â
âthanks, so are you.â
âsir?â the barista calls, pulling seonghwaâs attention from you. he steps up to give his order as you stare at the tattoo again, noticing alongside it a couple of freckles that almost make it look like a constellation.
ây/n?â seonghwaâs voice draws you out of your thoughts and you realize heâs finished ordering. âwhat do you want?â
âoh, i can get it,â you begin, but he cuts you off.
âno, my treat,â he insists, and you sheepishly walk up to the counter to give your order. seonghwa makes a mental note of what you get, and he also snatches the bakery voucher from you before you can put it in your pocket. you make a confused sound and seonghwa laughs.Â
âwhyâd you do that?â you whine.
âyou only get to use it if you come with me to the bakery later,â he teases. âsay yes or iâm drinking your coffee and getting myself an extra cupcake.â
âfine,â you huff. âbut i have an assignment due at midnight, so i canât stay long.â
âitâs 4pm, thatâs not enough time for you to finish it?â he asks while you step out of the way for the next customers.
âi havenât started yet,â you admit.Â
âyou like saving things until the last minute, donât you?â
âwhat makes you say that?â
âwell, it looks like you havenât been studying music theory at all, and now this,â he shrugs.Â
ânot everybody can be perfect like you, park seonghwa,â you grumble as the barista places two coffee cups on the bar. you hear seonghwa giggle shortly, and you give him a questioning look.
âso you think iâm perfect?â he smirks.
-
itâs the next day, almost midnight, and you really need spray paint.Â
why? well, youâre stressed because you have so much to study for your finals and you donât know where to start. yes, seonghwa helped yesterday, but heâs not in all your other classes, so youâve decided you need a break from tearing your hair out over the material you canât comprehend. the best way to distract yourself from that is to finally paint that dresser you got from a garage sale a few months ago, hence the spray paint.Â
thankfully, san is still awake, and he has a car, so you ask him to pick you up for a quick run to the art supply store thatâs surprisingly still open. a bonus of going to college in the city, you can get anything almost whenever you need it.Â
âthanks for coming to get me,â you tell san as you hop into his car.Â
âno problem,â he replies. âi was bored and hongjoong said he needed paint pens so this is a win-win situation. plus, i get to hear about your date with seonghwa yesterday.â
âit was not a date,â you groan, choosing to ignore the suggestive way san is looking at you right now.Â
âbut you spent the whole afternoon together,â san starts. âhe bought you coffee and you went to the bakery together and talked about, like, your favorite colors and stuff. sounds like a date to me.â
âhow do you know all that?â
âseonghwa told hongjoong and then hongjoong told me,â he explains as he turns onto the street thatâll take you to the art store.Â
âwell tell hongjoong that iâm still mad at him for ditching us,â you reply. âand iâm still kinda mad at you and the other two for bailing in the first place.â
âhey, if it wasnât for me, you wouldnât have had your first date with seonghwa,â san points out.
âit was not a date!â you cry. âwe studied most of the time we were together, then he bought my coffee and bullied me into going to the bakery. i couldnât stay long because i had a paper to write, so we talked about stupid shit until i had to leave.â
âit sounds like the beginning of true love to me,â san sing-songs.Â
âstop the car, iâve decided to walk.â
-
when you get to the store, san separates from you quickly because he sees his friend mingi behind the counter. theyâre busy talking while you search the store for the paints, and youâre so busy looking up at the aisle names that you donât notice youâre about to run into someone.Â
âhey-â you start to complain, but you recognize the man you almost bumped into. âoh, seonghwa.â
ây/n,â he smiles at you. âwhat are you doing out so late?âÂ
âuh, distracting myself from how small my brain is,â you explain. âwhat are you doing here?â
âhongjoong needed paint pens,â he says, and youâre about two seconds away from finding san and slapping him. did they really plan this too?Â
âwhy didnât he come get them?â you ask as you remember what youâre here to find. your eyes scan the aisle behind seonghwa and you spot the paint cans at the end, but heâs in your way.
âi offered,â he says with a shrug.
âyou must be a really good friend, then.â
âwell you did call me perfect yesterday, so...â he trails off, smirking. you roll your eyes at him but canât help the blush creeping up your neck. he interrupts his new favorite activity of staring deeply into your eyes (just to fluster you, of course) and he sees that youâre looking past him at the shelves of paint. âyou need something down here?âÂ
âum, yeah, the spray paint,â you reply, awkwardly trying to skirt around him to get into the aisle. he steps aside to let you through, but still follows you as you search for the color you want.
âwhat are you making?âÂ
âiâm painting a scuffed up dresser iâve had for a while, so i want something simple thatâll go with the rest of the things in my room,â you explain as you stop walking and crane your neck to scan the bottles on the top shelf. seonghwa stops behind you and places his hand on the small of your back as he reaches for a can just out of your reach.
âwhat about this one?â he offers, handing you a can of light blue paint. itâs really pretty, and itâll stand out with the white furniture you already have, but you really like it.
âoh, thatâs perfect!â you say as you take the can from his hands.
âthere you go again,â seonghwa teases, and you shoot him a questioning look. he smiles as he responds. âcalling me perfect?â
âi said the paint was perfect, weirdo,â you snap. âbut thank you for finding this.â
âanytime,â he tells you. âyou said your favorite color was blue right?â
âright...â you mumble, thinking back to the conversation you had at the bakery yesterday. âhowâd you remember?â
âugh, iâm hurt!â he exclaims, hand flying to his chest in mock surprise. âi canât believe you already forgot that itâs my favorite color too.â
âhm, guess i was too distracted by how perfect you are,â you joke. seonghwa laughs at that, a sharp sound that seemed to catch him off guard. he covers his mouth to stifle the sound, but youâre close enough to the cash register now that it draws attention from san and mingi.
âfind what you need?â san asks with a shit eating grin.
âhm, just about,â you say as you place the paint on the counter. âcouldnât find a hammer big enough to drop on your head, though.â
âwow, harsh,â san scoffs. âand to think i brought you here out of the goodness of my heart.â
youâre too busy half-bickering with san to notice that seonghwa has paid for your paint and the pens he promised hongjoong. he mumbles something to mingi, who then hands him a piece of paper. he scribbles his number down for you before handing you the can and his number.Â
âi gotta go, but iâll see you later for study group, right?â he confirms. youâre still processing the fact that he keeps buying things for you and you canât respond in time, so san steps in.
âyeah, y/n will be there,â san assures seonghwa. he nods and shoots you one last smile before he excuses himself and leaves. youâre stuck with san and that stupid grin again. he looks at you and then checks the paper with seonghwaâs number on it. âyep, i think you got what you needed.â
-
even though seonghwa very willingly gave you his number, youâre still afraid to text him. itâs kind of hard to believe that heâs into you the way youâre into him, so youâre fine with just seeing him for study dates. or, uh, not study dates. study gatherings. with just the two of you. because the other guys have bailed, again.
this time, though, youâre not working on music theory. you have an assignemnt due for your ethics class, and you need family and friends to read about your results from this morals test. you wanted san to do it, but heâs currently âchasing a sweet piece of ass,â whatever that means. heâs probably bothering his lab partner that he claims descended from greek gods. you would usually tease him for saying something like that, but itâs a thought youâve had about seonghwa, so you kept your mouth shut.
anyway, you know you need someone to answer these questions for you, but you canât bring yourself to ask seonghwa. he kept up his âperfectâ demeanor again today, showing up at the bookstore before you so he could get you the coffee you like. you would ask why he keeps doing things like this for you, remembering your favorite color and your coffee order, but youâre afraid heâll stop if you bring it up. little do you know, every time he learns something new about you, he writes it down in his notes app, keeping a running tab of the things you like.
ây/n?â you hear him ask. his voice snaps you out of your thoughts and you realize youâve been staring at him this whole time. the smirk youâve become so familiar with makes another appearance as he gets ready to tease you. âsomething on your mind?â
âno, i...no,â you stutter. âiâm just thinking.â
âabout what?â he questions as he lifts his coffee cup to his lips. you watch the way he slightly pouts them before taking a sip and you have to stop yourself from staring again.
âjust this ethics assignment i want to finish,â you explain. âsorry, i didnât realize i was staring at you.â
âmust be an important assignment,â he nods, leaning forward to put his cup back on the table in front of you. you get another glimpse at the star tattoo on his neck as he does. âbecause i was definitely staring at you too, and you didnât even notice.â
âoh?âÂ
âyep,â he confirms. âi was giving you my best puppy dog eyes and everything.â
âpuppy dog eyes?â you ask, unsure of whatâs coming. âdo you need something?â
âeh, not really,â he shrugs. âiâm just worried.â
âwhy?â
âyou never texted me the other night.â
âafter the art store?â you ask incredulously.Â
âisnât that when i gave you my number?â he smirks.Â
âi didnât think you wanted me to text you immediately...â
âwell, itâs been three days and i still donât have your number,â he pouts.Â
âhold on a second,â you mumble, reaching for your bag. you fumble around in there, searching for the piece of paper with seonghwaâs number on it as he watches you fondly.
âwhat are you doing?â
âlooking for your number,â you reply like itâs obvious. seonghwa laughs a little and places his hand on your arm to stop you.Â
âyou do know iâm right next to you, and i could just put my number in myself?â he asks, eyes sparkling as he half-smiles at you. you blush, because no, you werenât thinking about that. you sheepishly hand him your phone and watch as he adds his number and then texts himself. he gives your phone back and replaces it with his own before asking, âwhatâs your favorite emoji?â
âum, the smiling cowboy?â you offer, not sure why heâs asking. he laughs again, like he did in the art store, but this time itâs harder for him to quiet the breathy giggles coming from his chest.
âwhy that one?â he asks, typing something quickly.
âitâs funny,â you shrug. âwhy?â
âneeded something cute to put next to your name, but youâre a weirdo, so itâs not as cute as i was imagining,â he explains, showing you the contact card in his phone. your number is saved as ây/n đ„°đ€ â and you canât help but laugh. you look up at seonghwa, warmth in your eyes, and he starts laughing too.
âsee?â you giggle. âit is funny.â
âwhatever, at least now i have your number.â
-
after exchanging numbers with seonghwa, youâre starting to let yourself believe little by little that he might feel the same way you do. itâs not anything serious, but thereâs definitely something there. the texts he sends are always flirtatious, and it has your heart beating faster every time you get a notification, hoping that itâs him. youâre in the middle of studying for your spanish final when you feel your phone vibrate on the bed next to you, and you smile when you see who itâs from.
seonghwa đ„șđ«, 6:28pm: are you busy rn?
you, 6:28pm: not really, just studying
seonghwa đ„șđ«: canât be studying too much if you replied that quickly đ„ž
you: what do u want
seonghwa đ„șđ«: be nice :-(
you: sorry
you: hi seonghwa, how are you? what do you want.
seonghwa đ„șđ«: come get dinner with me?Â
you: right now?
seonghwa đ„șđ«: no, in 30 years. yes right nowÂ
you: but iâm studying ://
seonghwa đ„șđ«: liar!
you: fine, when and where?
seonghwa đ„șđ«: iâll pick you up in ten đ€
-Â
âyou sure like staying close to campus, huh?â you ask seonghwa as he walks you about a block from your usual hangout and to a little hole in the wall restaurant that looks like it could seat maybe 20 people, uncomfortably.Â
âi know what i like,â he responds with a shrug. âspeaking of things i like, you look nice.â
âoh, thank you,â you semi-laugh. youâd been close to panic trying to figure out what to wear (because youâre not sure if this is a date) so you went with something simple, but youâre glad seonghwa likes it. not that you wanted to impress him. but you did, a little. anyway, he looks...well, perfect, wearing black ripped jeans and a velvet-y navy shirt. you continually have to stop yourself from reaching out and stroking his arm just to feel the soft fabric (and maybe his muscles).Â
âso i take it youâve never been here before?â he asks as he hands you a menu. you shake your head no in response. you canât tell if heâs doing it intentionally, but seonghwa leans closer into your side as he explains. âyou pick a main entree, but each dish comes with these sides. they say no substitutes, but i know the guy behind the counter so you can ask for more of something else if you donât like one of them.â
âi might do that,â you say. âi donât really want dumplings, so could i get extra sweet potatoes?â
âof course,â he nods, noting the way you smile slightly. it makes your eyes light up, and his heart does a little backflip knowing that heâs the reason for it. well, the sweet potatoes probably are, but heâs the one getting the sweet potatoes, so heâs taking that win for himself. once you both confirm what you want, he places his hand on your back and guides you to the counter.
âhey seonghwa!â the tall guy with a lopsided smile behind the register greets. âlong time no see. whoâs your friend?â
âhey yunho,â seonghwa smiles back. âthis is y/n, a vip, so make sure you give us the good stuff.â
âextra sweet potatoes?â yunho laughs. you and seonghwa both nod as yunho continues taking your order, and you find yourself comfortably leaning into seonghwa as you wait for yunho to calculate the price. before seonghwa can even think about taking his wallet out, youâre handing yunho cash for the food, which makes seonghwa sputter.
âwhat? y/n, i was going to pay,â he whines, and you simply shake your head.
ânope, my turn,â you tell him. âyouâve bought me coffee too many times.â
âbut i asked you out! i donât want you to pay on our first date if iâm the one who brought you here,â he continues to complain.
âso this is a date?â you confirm, right as yunho asks suggestively âoh, this is a date?â
âyunho, give y/nâs money back,â seonghwa says, ignoring the two of you. âiâm paying.â
âyunho, if you give me that money iâll be forced to leave and stand seonghwa up for our date,â you say, emphasizing the last word. now youâre glad you wore clean pants.
âseonghwa, why donât you let y/n pay for this, and then you can get the next one?â yunho suggests, sending you a wink before he turns to the kitchen to share your order with the chef. youâre left with a flustered seonghwa, which is a sight youâre not used to, and it makes you laugh.
âcâmon,â you say as you pull on his arm. âletâs go find a table.â
youâre the only ones in the restaurant, so the food comes out pretty quick, and you have to stifle a laugh when you see that someone has arranged the sweet potatoes on a separate plate in the shape of a heart. seonghwa blushes at this, and youâre taken aback by how shy heâs suddenly become.
for some reason, seonghwa showing signs of nervousness puts you at ease, and you lead the conversation to something stupid san told you about the boys and their shenanigans at their dorm. the story has seonghwa laughing, and he confirms that yes, yeosang does have a sword by the tv, and yes, hongjoong did threaten to use it on him after he lost an intense match of fifa.Â
âin hongjoongâs defense,â seonghwa begins, âi do think yeosang cheated. wooyoung was definitely helping him.â
âit still sounds ridiculous,â you tell him. âwhy does anybody need a sword?â
âyeosang is just...yeosang,â seonghwa replies. âheâs weird but he wonât admit that to anyone.â
âiâm just saying, if i went to someoneâs house and there was a katana by the tv, iâd haul my ass outta there.â seonghwa giggles at how serious you look, but this conversation reminds him...
âyou never showed me your room,â he says bluntly. you pause for a moment, spoon halfway to your mouth, and seonghwa realizes how that must sound. âi mean, the paint, your dresser. you never showed me a picture once you fixed it up.â
âoh,â you breathe out. âlet me grab my phone, i can show you.â
âshow him what?â a familiar voice suddenly asks from the seat next to you. when you notice that san, and some of your other friends, have snuck their way into the restaurant, you have to keep yourself from groaning.
âwhy are you here.â
âiâm hungry,â san replies, then turns to seonghwa. âyou didnât tell us you were getting dinner.â
âi didnât want to,â seonghwa deadpans. â i wanted it to be just me and y/n.â
âtoo late for that, pal,â honjoong says as he slides into the seat across from you. âhi y/n.â
âhey hongjoong,â you grumble. âplease tell me youâre getting your food to go.â
âwe were, but then we saw our good friends eating all by themselves and thought we should join them,â hongjoong teases. by now, the rest of the boys have sat down around you, some at other tables, and one of them you donât recognize. that must be jongho, their younger âroommateâ who technically lives in first year housing but doesnât get along with the other guy in his room. youâve heard seonghwa complain that jongho eats all of his snacks.Â
âwell, i hope you enjoy your food, but seonghwa and i were just about to leave,â you lie, looking at seonghwa with a stare that pleads âplease go along with this.â
âwhere are you going?â wooyoung asks, one table over.
âmy apartment,â you respond quickly, standing up as seonghwa follows your cue with a stupidly adorable look on his face.
âoh, perfect!â san chirps. âweâll come with you!â
-Â
so much for your date with seonghwa. it was hard to stop the boys from insisting they all join you at your apartment, especially after yunho said his shift was over and he could really use some destressing. and by destressing he meant booze, so you currently have 8 tipsy boys scattered across your living room. if you thought they were loud before...itâs amazing that your neighbors havenât complained yet.Â
it started off innocent enough, you were just playing card games at first and the loser of each round had to drink. then it turned into never have i ever, and each time you put a finger down you had to drink. then yeosang suggested shots, and it really went downhill from there. san tried convincing everyone to play a round of spin the bottle just for the chance of making you and seonghwa kiss, but mingi and wooyoung were the only ones down, so majority ruled there.Â
âsan, stop pouting,â you laugh, noticing that heâs upset over his evil plan not working out.
âitâs fine,â he lies, duck lips on full display.Â
âspin the bottle is such a tween-y game too,â jongho pipes in. âand weâre adults, so it would be kinda stupid to play it anyway.â
âsays the baby of the group,â yeosang scoffs.Â
âwhat about truth or dare?â hongjoong suggests. âstill immature, but we can make it fun.â
âyes!â san shouts, suddenly back in a positive mood.Â
âiâll start,â mingi volunteers. he takes a deep breath as he looks around the room, eyes narrowing when he looks at you and seonghwa. youâre currently smushed into your armchair together, not really by choice, because the couch is completely full and neither of you wanted to sit on the floor (you know how dirty it is, and seonghwa has a bad hip). thankfully, mingi has mercy on you and directs his gaze to his best friend. âyunho, truth or dare?â
âtruth,â yunho slurs out. youâd say heâs the opposite of stressed by now.
âdid you sleep with that girl you met at the party last week?â
âno,â yunho replies quickly, cheeks turning a knowing shade of red. âi just walked her home.â
âand went missing until the next morning?â yeosang asks. he gets a few snickers, and you laugh a little too because you remember san and wooyoung talking about their friend who disappeared for a few hours last weekend.
âwhatever,â yunho groans. âyeosang. truth or dare.â
âdare,â yeosang chooses confidently.Â
âkiss wooyoung on the cheek.â
âno,â he replies, just as confidently.Â
âthen take another shot,â yunho concedes, waving his hand at the stubborn boy. wooyoung mumbles something about how kissable he is as yeosang downs what looks like more than just a regular shot.
âthis is boring,â jongho whines, which makes him the next target. he chooses dare, and you have to detach yourself from seonghwa so you can go into your kitchen and find the lemon juice in your fridge so jongho can chug whatâs left. heâs sputtering after a few sips and gives up, grumbling up to you, â i hate you for that.â
âhey, it wasnât my dare,â you defend yourself. âyou owe me lemon juice.â
âiâll give it to you if you choose dare,â jongho challenges. you roll your eyes and take the bait, earning a round of oooâs from the boys around you.Â
âmake her kiss seonghwa,â someone hisses.
âor me!â wooyoung chirps. jongho looks over at him with a death glare, and wooyoung shrugs. âi just want someone to want to kiss me.â
âi think youâre cut off,â hongjoong says as he leans across your coffee table to move the bottle away from wooyoung.
âeveryone be quiet!â san shouts. âjongho has to give y/n a dare.â
âhmmm,â jongho starts, tapping his finger on his chin. âwhat should i do?â
âfor someone who said this was boring, youâre really milking this,â seonghwa says under his breath. youâre perched on the arm of the chair, close enough to hear him, but thankfully no one else does.
âwhatâs that other childish game called?â jongho wonders aloud. âseven minutes in heaven? i think you should do that with seonghwa.â
âdo i have to?â you pout, and your reluctance makes seonghwa stiffen. he thinks you said that because youâre uncomfortable, and not because you donât want the boys pressing their ear up to the door while the two of you make out.
ârules are rules,â hongjoong concludes, nodding his head toward your room. âgo have fun. iâll keep the kids from bothering you.â
you look to seonghwa, who isnât looking directly at you. you tentatively take his hand, giving it a squeeze before you stand up and lead him to your room. there are so many catcalls, whistles and cheers coming from your friends that you barely hear san say âtake your time! it doesnât have to be just seven minutes!â
once you get to your room, you let seonghwa go in first and then you lock the door behind you. he quirks an eyebrow at that, and you shrug shyly.Â
âdonât want one of them bursting in,â you explain. seonghwa nods, and you both fall silent. itâs not necessarily awkward, just tense. you both want to do what seven minutes in heaven is meant for, but youâre not gonna make the first move and seonghwa still isnât sure you even want to be in this situation. so he takes this time to turn around and take your room in, pointing to your dresser.
âis this it?â he asks. you hum out a yes in response, and he runs his hand over the freshly painted wood. âit looks nice. whoever picked out the color sure knows what heâs doing.â
âeh, heâs just lucky,â you joke, and you both laugh. you move to stand next to him and place your hand on top of his. âsorry we couldnât finish our date.âÂ
âsorry my friends are so annoying,â seonghwa adds.Â
âsorry san pushed me into your lap earlier,â you continue, and seonghwa smirks.
âwell, i didnât mind that,â he says. âi wanted you to sit with me, but i didnât want to draw attention.â
âoh,â you squeak, feeling a blush on its way to your cheeks. a heavy silence falls over you, and seonghwa is the first to break it.
âlisten, if you donât want to kiss me, thatâs cool,â he begins. âi kinda got the vibe earlier that you didnât want to do this, and thatâs cool. if you donât want to do this weâre still cool.â
âyou donât sound very cool about it,â you chuckle, and seonghwaâs face flushes. âbut i was only nervous because i didnât know if you wanted to kiss me.â
âoh i want to kiss you,â he says firmly. âhave for a while.â
âwhy donât you do it then?â you challenge. seonghwa takes a step closer to you, and before you know it heâs pinned you against your dresser. you balance your hands on it and the cool wood helps you ground yourself as your body heats up from having seonghwa so close.
âare you sure?â he asks, only a few inches from your face. you nod and whisper out âiâm sureâ and seonghwa quickly cups your face and smothers you in a kiss. it starts off slow, and your face warms at his touch. once you relax into it you move your lips against his, nipping at his bottom lip slightly and earning a groan from the man before you. you take the chance to slip your tongue past his lips as you bring your hands up to the nape of his neck, slowly brushing through his soft hair. his hands find their way to your waist, gripping tightly but not too hard, and he leans in to get as close to you as possible. you keep kissing for a few moments, but eventually you need to breathe so you lightly tap on his neck. he pulls back, breathing heavy, and his smile shines like the most beautiful stars in the sky. âso?â
âso?â you repeat, equally out of breath.
âthat was nice.â
âit was.â
âthe boys are gonna know we made out.â
âof course they are,â you laugh. âyour lips look swollen.â
âso do yours,â he counters.Â
âbut wasnât that the whole point of us coming in here?â you ask. your hands have fallen to his chest, and you finally get a chance to smooth out the soft velvet of his shirt. and you notice his chest is very, uh, firm, too.
âwe didnât have to kiss,â he says with a shrug. âwe couldâve just talked.â
âabout what?â you ask with a smile.
âmy keen eye for interior design,â he replies. âhow sexy you look in low lighting.â
âso you think iâm sexy?â you tease, and seonghwa rolls his eyes.
âi just had my tongue in your mouth, does that answer your question?â
another silence comes over you both, but this one is lighter than before. youâre subconsciously rubbing your hands over his shirt, and seonghwa brings a hand up to cover yours, stopping it right over his heart.
âwe donât have to tell them,â you offer. âi mean, they kept it a secret from us that they were trying to get us together this whole time.â
âoh no, i was fully aware of that,â seonghwa tells you, and you scoff. âdo you think i really wanted to get out past midnight just to buy hongjoong some expensive markers? he never even paid me for them.â
âwell now i really donât want to tell them we kissed,â you whine. âhow could everyone be in on this except me?â
âit was more fun that way,â seonghwa teases before pecking your lips. âbut we can keep this between us, for now.â
âi think we should,â you say with a nod of finality. âitâs more fun that way.â
âcâmon, letâs go back out there before they send a search party.â
you return to the living room before seonghwa (so he can sneak into the bathroom and fix his hair) and you find most of the boys asleep on the floor. you sigh as your eyes meet hongjoongâs, and he shrugs.
âat least they didnât bother you,â he says.Â
âcan you help me find pillows and blankets for them, please?â you ask, and he nods before jumping into action. he throws one of the couch pillows down to yeosang, who takes it and hugs it to his chest. you have a couple extras in your hall closet and you pass them to yunho, whoâs sitting up when you come back. he places one under mingi and another under jongho and keeps the last one for himself. san and wooyoung are on the couch, and hongjoong tells you heâs fine with the armchair. seonghwa is out of the bathroom by now, and, like the perfect man he is, heâs carrying blankets in his arms. the three of you work on getting all the boys covered before you realize that seonghwa doesnât have a place to sleep.
âi can take another spot on the floor,â he assures you. âdo you have another pillow i can use?â
âlet him sleep in your room, y/n,â san mumbles from underneath wooyoung. you pause and look at seonghwa, whoâs looking back at you with something you canât read in his eyes.Â
âitâs not a bad idea,â hongjoong pipes in from somewhere within the blanket cocoon he made for himself. âhe was just there. you can put him on the floor.â
ây/n?â seonghwa asks, pulling your attention back to him. âi donât have to if youâre uncomfortable.âÂ
you would try to fight it, so you could hopefully ignore taunts from the boys in the morning, but youâre suddenly really tired and you just want to lay down.
âiâm ok with it if you are,â you yawn. âtake the rest of those blankets, we can use those for your bed.â
âmake good choices,â honjoong mumbles as seonghwa leads you back to your room, and you hear san going âooooooâ as you close your door a second time tonight. this time you donât lock it though, and when you turn around you see the blankets on the floor and seonghwa sprawled out on your usual side of the bed, so you tell him.
âwell why donât you come join me then?â he teases with a grin. you blush and shake your head.
âscoot over.â
he does, but only by an inch. he still looks at you with that flirty glint in his eyes, and you can only shake your head again as you crawl into the tiny space next to him. he immediately wraps an arm around your waist and gives you a tight hug, placing a kiss on your shoulder.
âthank you,â he whispers into your back.
âfor what?â you reply.
âfor not putting me on the floor. and for liking me.â
-
you just woke up from maybe the best night of sleep youâve ever had. seonghwaâs arms and legs are draped over yours, so you canât get up without waking him, but having him so close is a welcome source of warmth. your apartment is quiet, and the sun is peacefully filtering into your room through your curtain. itâs the perfect moment, with your perfect boy, until-Â
âi think theyâre still asleep,â you hear someone whisper from the hallway.
âwooyoung, leave them alone!â another voice hisses. thereâs silence for a moment, and then a smack, followed by someone jiggling the doorknob to your room. you quickly untangle yourself from seonghwa before you watch as the door cracks open a bit, revealing wooyoung in all his bed-headed glory. you close your eyes as much as you can while still peeking at whoâs sneaking into your room, and you see jongho close behind him. he mustâve been the one who got smacked. or did the smacking. either way, theyâre both staring at you and seonghwa in your bed, but you notice wooyoung smile and pause.
âi knew it! they definitely got together last night.â
âhow do you know?â jongho asks. âmaybe y/n let seonghwa sleep on the bed because of his old man hips.â
âwhatever. theyâre in the same bed, so thatâs at least something,â wooyoung replies. âlame, but still something.â
âwhat did you expect?â jongho asks incredulously. âyou thought we would catch them doing it?â
âi mean, not exactly, but couldnât i get a little cuddling maybe?â
âyou want me to cuddle you hyung?â jongho deadpans.
âyes, actually-â
âhey!â a third voice whisper shouts. you hear footsteps and then you see hongjoong pulling wooyoung out of your room by the neck of his shirt. âleave them alone. and you, jongho, iâm surprised youâre playing along with this.â
âwell...â jongho mumbles.
âwell what?â hongjoong asks, sounding like the mom-est mom to ever mom.
âtheyâre the only ones that know how to make breakfast.â
âboth of you, out! now!â hongjoong semi-shouts, and you feel seonghwa stirring behind you. hongjoong doesnât realize youâre both awake and closes the door as he leaves.
âwhat time is it?â seonghwa grumbles out, and your heart skips a beat hearing how deep his voice is when he wakes up.
âearly,â you reply, turning around to be face to face with him. his arms slowly snake around you as you look up at him and share a sleepy smile. âhow can you look this good when you first wake up?â
âweird, i wanted to ask you the same thing,â seonghwa replies, leaning in to kiss you but you touch your fingers to his lips and stop him, so he pouts.Â
âuh uh, not until i brush my teeth,â you say as you try to get up, but seonghwaâs grip on your waist keeps you down.
âplease,â he pouts again, sparkly eyes on full display as he pleads with you. it takes about half a second for you to cave and kiss him quickly, catching him off guard. he shifts to pull you on top of him and deepen the kiss, but he loses his grip on you and youâre able to slip out of bed before he can stop you. a noise comes from deep in his chest that almost sounds like a growl, and you shoot him a glare.
âhey, you got your kiss,â you warn. ânow iâm going to make breakfast for the gremlins. do you want to help me?â
-
after the intrusion into your bedroom, wooyoung obviously told the boys what he saw. but, like jongho said, most of them thought it was just because of seonghwaâs hips that made you share a bed with him. there wasnât enough evidence otherwise, and none of them really expected either of you to make a move despite their efforts. but theyâre starting to get suspicious.
little do they know, after the set up fell into place, seonghwa wanted to take you on a real date. the only way to do that without your friends knowing was to sneak around without them, which was kind of fun. it was nice having this bubble with seonghwa, just the two of you, but it was getting harder to avoid your friends. seonghwa lived with them after all, so they pestered him about how often he was out and who he might be out with.Â
âsan keeps asking if youâre a good kisser. i told him i didnât know, and then he asked if he could find out for me. should i be concerned about that?â
âwe need to be more careful, yeosang said he saw us at the taco place yesterday, and he said we hold hands weird.â
âhongjoong has been saving seats for us at the bookstore, and each time we donât show up i think he steals something from me.â
you have been ditching study group lately, but thatâs more because you need to do some deep studying for your other finals and your friends are too much of a distraction. seonghwa can be distracting too, but at least he can take a hint and back down when you really need to focus. itâs been nice actually, just spending time in his presence. you were so nervous around him just a few weeks ago, and now you feel like you could trust him with just about anything.
today, you donât get any personal study time, though. your music theory final is coming up and seonghwa wants you to get all the terms memorized before the review session in class tomorrow. heâs motivating you with a kiss for each right answer and the promise of him making dinner once youâre done. youâre currently cruising on five wrong in a row, and youâre getting frustrated.Â
âcâmon y/n, you know this,â seonghwa encourages you, but you just whine in response. âwe did this like four minutes ago, and i told you the answer so you could remember it.â
âyeah, well i obviously didnât,â you snap, and seonghwa fakes being hurt. âsorry. can we skip this and come back to it?â
âsure,â he agrees quickly. âbut first you need to write down the circle of fifths for me.âÂ
âi hate you.â
âhm, wrong answer,â he hums. âbut kiss anyway. maybe thatâll keep you from getting so grumpy.â
âi am not grumpy,â you defend after kissing him gently. âiâm stressed.â
âyou know what you need?â
âhm?â
âyou need to go on another date,â he begins. âwith me, obviously.â
âdamn, i wanted to know if yunho was free,â you tease, and seonghwa doesnât think itâs funny. ânow whoâs grumpy?â
âignoring that,â he scoffs, but you can tell heâs trying not to smile.Â
âwhen would we go? iâm really busy the next few days.â
âwhat about after class? we could both clean up and do something nice before we get some dinner?â seonghwa suggests. âwhy donât we go to that art exhibit you told me about?â
âugh,â you groan as you learn your head on his shoulder. âthat sounds amazing, but we both said weâd be at study group tomorrow, remember? hongjoong practically begged me to be there, and i said i would ask you to come.â
âwhat about not letting them know weâre a thing?â he pouts. you donât tell him about the youngest two that saw you all cuddled up, but instead you assure him that you inviting him to study group wouldnât look unusual to the boys.
âplus, if we both cancel last minute, theyâd know for sure we were up to something together,â you continue. âso yes, we need to go on another date, but just not tomorrow.â
âfine,â he mumbles. ânow i am grumpy.â
âwould something from the cafe make it better, my little boba ball?â you ask in a baby voice.
âooh, actually, boba sounds good,â seonghwa smiles. âletâs go.â
-
the next day you get to the bookstore late because your professor gave a pop quiz at the end of class and youâve been so busy studying music theory you forgot to study for anything else, so you needed all the time you could get. when you finally arrive, all of the boys are there, surprisingly. since youâve never seen yunho, mingi and jongho here before youâre a little confused, but happy to see them nonetheless.Â
as you walk up to the usual spot, you notice a coffee cup sitting in front of an empty chair, and you point to it as the boys greet you.
âis this for me?â you ask, placing your bag on the ground before grabbing the warm mug. âthank you, coffee angel.â
âyouâre welcome, actual angel,â seonghwa replies, and you almost choke on your first sip. what is he doing?? youâre supposed to be sneaky sneaks and keep your relationship quiet, but here he is flirting with you in front of everyone!
except, thatâs what he did before you started dating too, so itâs not out of the ordinary. in fact, no one pays any mind to it, so youâre left with a burnt tongue and blushy cheeks while seonghwa looks at you with a stare that only you would understand. you quickly shoot him a wink before you put your mug down and reach for your notes.
âum, hello? what are you guys doing?â you ask yeosang next to you, whoâs rabidly tapping at his phone, just like everyone else. if they werenât distracted they might have picked up on the vibes between you and seonghwa, but thankfully theyâre the oblivious ones now.
âplaying a game,â half of them respond, just as hongjoong says âwriting lyricsâ and jongho mumbles âtexting my mom.â
âarenât we supposed to study?â you ask. âor did you already learn everything in the world while i was gone?â
âwell youâve missed a lot of study sessions, y/n,â san begins. âso yes, we have learned everything. now we just come here to hang out.â
âso then why did you insist on me being here, joong?â you ask newly orange-haired hongjoong. itâs been a while since youâve seen him, he mustâve dyed it recently.Â
âwe missed hanging out with you,â he says simply, eyes peeking up from his phone. your heart constricts at this, and you catch seonghwaâs eyes again. you might have to rethink the whole sneaking around thing if they really do miss you.
âyeah, we missed you AND we had to make sure you and seonghwa are still spending time together,â wooyoung adds, wiggling his eyebrows.Â
âwhere have you been anyway?â yeosang asks. âyou donât have other friends.â
âyes i do,â you scoff.â
âgive me names and numbers.â
âignore him,â yunho tells you, and you nod.
âi always do. but iâve been really stressed about finals, so i had to do some soul searching on my own to decide if i need to graduate or not.â
âseems fair,â mingi agrees. âi almost had to drop a class.â
âbecause he forgot he was even enrolled in it,â jongho clarifies, and you laugh.
âbut seonghwa has been missing a lot lately too,â san starts. âi wonder what heâs been doing.â
âor who,â wooyoung snickers, and hongjoong reaches over mingi to slap him.
âi havenât been feeling well,â seonghwa says with a shrug. âiâve mostly been in my room, or at the pharmacy to get medicine.â
âoh, so you couldâve bought new paper towels for the dorm then, huh?â hongjoong asks, and as the two of them start to bicker, yeosang nudges your arm.
âi saw you two,â he says quietly. âat the mexican restaurant.â
âi know,â you whisper back.Â
âso i know youâre dating.â
âare you gonna say anything?â
âhmmm, no,â he thinks. âbut you have to buy my silence.â
âwith coffee?â you offer, and yeosang smiles. he stands up and puts his phone away before speaking, looking directly at seonghwa.
âmy best friend y/n is gonna buy me coffee, weâll be back,â he says as he loops his arm around your shoulders. seonghwa watches as you walk away (and stares at your ass) but heâs mostly thinking about how heâs a little jealous right now. like, he knows you wouldnât do anything, he trusts you, but he doesnât want his friends thinking you have a thing for anyone but him. so while youâre gone, he talks.
âi havenât been sick,â he admits. âiâve been seeing y/n.â
âwe all knew, dude,â hongjoong says casually, and everyone agrees.
âthen why didnât you say anything?!â
âbecause YOU werenât saying anything,â jongho replies.
âyeah, we figured that we did enough trying to get the two of you together, so if you didnât end up dating then that was your fault. we were just waiting on you to make a move,â san explains.Â
âthen why did you let us lie to you like that?â
âit was fun,â wooyoung shrugs. âby the way, did y/n let you sleep in the bed because of your hips, or because you wanted to cuddle?â
the red tint on seonghwaâs cheeks gives him away, and the boys start laughing and oooâing so loud heâs afraid youâll hear it over by the coffee counter.
âok, ok, just. keep this quiet for now,â he says. ây/n may still want this to be private.â
âbut you just told us about it,â yunho says. âwhy would you do that if you knew y/n wouldnât want you to?â
âwell,â seonghwa begins. âi need your help with a date.â
-
seemingly by an act of god, you have time this weekend to go on a date with seonghwa. little did you know, heâs the reason your plans suddenly freed up. san said you could critique him and wooyoung for their dance final another day, hongjoong said he would send you his music theory notes from the review and save you hours of studying and then yeosang found the exact spanish book you needed to finish your performance final ahead of time. it was the perfect circumstances, orchestrated by your perfect boy and his perfect-adjacent friends, who all agreed to help him with this (hopefully) perfect date.Â
it starts with seonghwa picking you up from your apartment, coffee in hand.Â
âyouâre the man of my dreams, you know that?â you say in passing as you grab the warm to-go cup. even if you were only saying it lightly, it made seonghwaâs heart soar. you notice he hasnât said anything to you, so you meet his eyes to find them full of stars like always, but this time thereâs something scheme-y in there. heâs up to something.
âare you ready for the best date of your life?â he asks with a smile that puts the stars in his eyes to shame.
âyes, i think,â you respond, grabbing your keys and locking your door. âbut i donât know what weâre doing.â
âand it will stay that way until we get there,â seonghwa says firmly as he laces his hand into yours. you squeeze his hand and sigh.
âi guess i just have to trust you then.â
âbut that wonât be hard right?â
âwait, didnât you say something earlier about going to that art exhibit? is that it?â you question, even though you know he wonât budge. seonghwa just shakes his head no and punches the button for the elevator. a moment of silence passes before you guess again. âa movie? you rented out a movie theater, like you said you wanted to?â
âi tried, but it was expensive,â he admits and you have to laugh. âfunds are tight right now.â
âi watched you buy a couple hundred dollars worth of legos the other day babe. maybe thatâs why the date fund is lacking.â
âyouâre not coming between me and my collectables, y/n,â seonghwa scolds. the elevator pings to open to the parking garage under your building, and youâre confused for a moment before he explains. âi want this to be a nice date, so yunho let me borrow his car. it would be no fun if we show up all sweaty because we were walking.â
yunhoâs car, which is actually pretty nice thanks to all the tips he gets from flirting with clientele, is parked by the elevator. seonghwa leads you to your door and opens it for you, revealing a basket of flowers and candies in the seat. you coo as you pick it up, and seonghwa looks on proudly. you lean over to give him a kiss, and you whisper your thanks as you pull away.
âthat was mingiâs idea,â seonghwa tells you, smiling brightly âi got all your favorites.â
âi see that.â
âbut look around the flowers,â he guides you. âthereâs something else.â
you hold the basket up to eye level, noticing the silver sparkle around the stems of the flowers. is it glitter? you tug at a flower and realize itâs a chain, and attached is a hand drawn star charm to match the tattoo on the back of seonghwaâs neck.Â
âseonghwa, this is beautiful,â you say breathlessly. âweâre gonna match! thatâs so cute. whoâs idea was this?â
âwould you believe me if i said it was mine?â
âno.â
âthatâs what jongho said too,â seonghwa laughs. âit was his idea.â
âtell him thank you,â you say as you play with the charm. âmingi and yunho too. itâs a good date so far.â
âoh baby, it hasnât officially started yet.â
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in the car, seonghwa plays a mix of songs that he really likes, and heâs mixed in some of your favorites too. he has to keep convincing you that the songs arenât clues, because you ask every time a new song plays.
âso are the songs just distractions?â you ask, finally giving up on getting any information out of him.Â
âwhy do you ask that?â he smirks as he turns down a familiar road.
âbecause i can tell you just took the long way to the record store,â you explain. âare you stalling?â
âme, what? why?â his response does nothing to manage your suspicions, and suddenly you remember how your friends have helped with the date so far. are they all in on this? you need answers.
âseonghwa, i swear to god, if san or wooyoung jumps out to surprise me wherever weâre going-â
âthat wonât happen,â seonghwa laughs while he parks the car. âweâre here anyway, and i promise this is the last surprise of the night.â
âthe record store?â you question, looking up at the shop youâve been to countless times to shop and to bother hongjoong while he works.Â
âyeah, you said there was a new album out you wanted to get, right?â
âyeah,â you blush. âbut i just said that in passing, i didnât expect you to remember.â
ây/n, i want to know everything about you,â seonghwa says seriously. âso of course i remembered. wait, donât get out yet. iâll open the door for you.â
as seonghwa helps you out of the car, you quiz him on the other things youâve said around him that you didnât think he remembered. sadly, he does remember you saying your favorite disney movie is ratatouille and youâve always wanted to try the mushroom/cheese concoction remy makes in the first scene.
âthatâs a little embarrassing,â you sigh as you reach for the door. youâre going to complain some more about how seonghwa doesnât need to remember everything about you, but the sight in front of you makes you stop mid-breath.
the record store has been decorated from floor to ceiling in fairy lights, and thereâs more flowers all over the place. as you look around, you notice the flowers are tucked in the shelves next to your favorite artists. next to the door is the album you were talking about, and a little further down you see your favorite album of all time with a few extra flowers next to it. youâre still taking everything in when you notice hongjoong behind the counter.
âdid you help him with this?â you ask breathlessly, and hongjoong nods.Â
âyeah, but the flowers next to the albums was my idea,â hongjoong explains. âweâre running a new special called âyânâs favoritesâ so everything thatâs marked with a flower is yours, if you want it. everything is on the house.âÂ
âi...i donât know what to say,â you start. you turn to seonghwa and there are those starry eyes that you love to see. you reach out to cup his face and smile. âthank you. this is...perfect.â
âitâs even more perfect now that iâm here!â wooyoung shouts from the front door of the shop, followed by san and yeosang. you look at seonghwa and all he does is laugh.
âwhat? at least he didnât jump out and scare you,â seonghwa teases.
âoh, i would never,â wooyoung nods with a half-serious look on his face. âbut i definitely wouldnât do that when i have your dinner in my hands, i canât let all this hard work spill.â
âespecially not on my clean floor,â hongjoong warns.Â
âyou made dinner for us?â you ask wooyoung, but youâre looking at seonghwa, who simply shrugs.
âyep, i made one of your favorites and then threw in a couple recipes i thought youâd both like,â wooyoung says as he and the two other boys place food down on the counter by the register.
âand what did you two help with?â you ask san and yeosang.
âwho do you think made this place so beautiful?â yeosang asks incredulously.
âyeosang did the lights and i bought all the flowers,â san explains with a smile that makes his eyes turn into happy half moons. âyouâd be surprised how many places i had to go to get all your favorites.â
âi really donât know what to say,â you whisper in disbelief. âi canât believe you all did this for me.â
âit was all seonghwaâs idea,â san tells you. âwe did it for both of you.â
âyeah, weâre just his little minions,â yeosang jokes, and wooyoung giggles.Â
âyou tell me how that food tastes, got it?â he asks as he backs out of the store. âdonât say anything mean though. i only accept compliments.â
âwooyoung,â seonghwa smiles tightly. âplease leave.â
wooyoung holds the door open for san and yeosang as he gives seonghwa a thumbs up. san waves goodbye sweetly and yeosang gives you a knowing smile before the door closes behind them.
âwell, i think thatâs my cue to go,â hongjoong says, handing the keys to seonghwa. âdonât make a mess. if i get fired, iâm selling all the stuff i stole from you when you were sneaking around with y/n and not telling us about it.â
âiâll keep him under control,â you assure hongjoong, who nods as heads to the door. you donât see him leave because seonghwa has stepped in front of you, and he places his hands on your waist to pull you closer.
âso,â he begins.
âso.â
âwhat do you want to listen to while we eat?â he asks, pulling you by the waist over to a row of records. you stand there quietly, looking over the albums hongjoong pulled to the front for you, and you just canât believe how much work went into this date. you canât believe how sweet it is that each of your friends helped, and you put your hand on seonghwaâs and give it a squeeze.
âhwa,â you whisper. he hums in response, but you place your hand on his cheek and guide his gaze to yours.
âthank you,â you tell him. âthank you for this.â
he smiles at you with a look in his eyes that canât be anything else but love, and you smile back with that much love, if not more, in your own face. you use the hand on seonghwaâs chin to guide his lips to yours, and you lose yourself in the kiss, in seonghwa, for who knows how long.
âmm, y/n,â he mumbles against your lips before detaching. âthe food will get cold.â
âyouâre right,â you sigh. âbut we didnât pick any music.â
âhow about this?â he asks, pulling an album out from the top shelf. you smile at the cover, knowing exactly what song seonghwa wants you to hear.Â
âperfect,â you agree. âiâll put it on while you get the food?â
and thatâs how you end up eating the perfect meal, on your perfect date, with all of your favorite things around you, sitting right next to your perfect boy.
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Hi there <3 I've read some of your works and i'm in love with your writing. May I please request a fluff gojo x fem!reader? Like they finished their work in the evening and spend the rest of the night together at homeđ It could be a oneshot or a hc, whichever you feel to write. Thank you so much ^^ I'm sorry just in case my request is somehow not really clearâșïž
Of course! here you go <3
Mochi
Gojo Satoru x reader
Warnings: none! entirely fluff! this will quite literally rot your teeth. afab reader
a/n: this ended up being a little longer than I intended lol whoops
Word Count: 2.5k
Satoru Gojo is a busy man.
The strongest can't really take a break. Heâs on call 24/7. People are pulling him in all directions simultaneously. With everything that's been going on, between the mess with Sukuna, and everything happening at the school, heâs been short on time.
He needs a break.
He's more tired than he lets on. Heâs good at hiding it. Especially around his students. It's hard to pull him away from his work. He's insistent that heâs fine. When youâre around someone for so long, you learn to pick up when they aren't. He can pretend to be fine all he wants. You know otherwise.
Sometimes what the strongest needs is someone to boss him around.
Heâs capable of taking care of himself. Heâs proven that already. But worrying is in your nature. You care about him, of course youâre going to worry.
You were a first year when you met him, having just transfered schools after an incident involving a curse. In a matter of weeks your life had seemingly been flipped on its head. The switch took some time to get used to. Switching schools your first year, let alone switching to this one in particular, was never going to be easy. Getting used to the way Jujutsu society worked took a while. He was a year above you, and you remember absolutely hating him. Gojo was insufferable- or you found him to be such. But he was friends with Nanami, who was a friend of yours, so you reluctantly hung out with him. Nanami, being in the same year as you, was the first to help you out, extending a hand and helping you get used to the way things worked.
Spending time with him didn't do much to change your views. The two of you couldn't have been more different. You still are. But something about opposites attracts.
The first time you gave him the benefit of the doubt was the first time he saved your life.
It may be a bit of an over exaggeration. Youâre certain you would have survived without his help, but that could also be an attempt to preserve your pride. You went after a curse, not expecting it to be as strong as it was. As far as you knew, it shouldn't have been stronger than a grade three. Being a grade two at the time, this should have been well in your ability. There ended up being more than one curse, and they were stronger than anyone had realized. You were in over your head.
It wasn't your fault. You couldn't have known. It's not like you could pick and choose which curses you fought. As a student, that was decided for you.
You had resigned to your fate, separated from the others, injured. Nothing fatal. It left a cool scar, though. But you were well out of your league, put on an assignment far harder than you could deal with. You hate to admit defeat, but you had no other option.
Out of what seemed like thin air came Gojo, taking out both curses like it was nothing. Despite not liking him all that much, it was hard to not be impressed. He was strong. Stronger than you could ever hope to be.
You made it home in one piece.
It was three days before youâd finally confront him.
Getting him alone was hard enough. Being an underclassman, you didn't interact with him a whole lot. You didn't have any classes together. The few times you ran into him were when you hung out with Nanami, who was gone at the time.
When the opportunity presented itself, you took it, cornering him behind the school.
Even back then it was impossible to sneak up on him. He could sense you coming.
âJesus-â he said, referring to you by your last name, âyou look like you want to kill me.â
âYou helped me out.â You said. âWhy?â
He only shrugged. Not wanting to take that for an answer, you followed him. You were insistent you paid him back. Youâd never let a debt like that go unpaid. The first debts are always the hardest to pay back. And when a first debt involves saving your life, well, youâve got a lifetime to pay back. You only left once Gojo showed up. He needed to talk to Gojo about something, and although you were curious, you didn't feel like sticking around.
Gojo spent the next couple days scheming. You were determined enough you would do just about anything. He could have easily abused his power. It would have been even easier to force you to drop it, but something told him you weren't about to take no for an answer.
You wouldn't.
3pm in the bathrooms. It was hardly a week later. Your last class had ended for the day. You had snuck cigarettes in, blowing the smoke out of the crack in the window. You don't smoke anymore, but you went through nearly a pack a day in high school. There wasn't a specific brand you likedâyou didn't necessarily like smoking, but you did it when you were stressedâyou just used whatever you got ahold of.
You didn't hear the door open. Gojo wasn't the sneaky type, but he could be when he wanted. You weren't too hard to sneak up on.
If you didn't have contraband that likely would have gotten you expelled, you would have screamed when you saw him. He scared you, not to mention he snuck into the girlâs bathrooms. The two of you would be in equally deep shit if you reported the other. So at that moment you came to a silent agreement.
âYou still want to pay me back?â He asked. âCause I have an idea.â
You perked up at his words.
âGet me mochi from that shop just down the road. You know the one that just opened up?â He asked. âBring me some and Iâll call us even.â
âThat's it?â You asked. It was almost anticlimactic. But despite everything, he was insistent.
Gojo hasn't changed a whole lot since then.
He still has his sweet tooth. He still makes you get him mochi from that shop. It feels like youâre the ones keeping it in business nowadays.
Youâre not quite sure who made the first move.
Soon you began spending more time together away from Nanami and Geto. You got along better than anyoneâmostly youâever expected. You weren't the most outwardly affectionate. While you were far from shy, pda wasn't really your thing. Gojo is the opposite. Even now, years after you began dating, heâs still clingy. Youâve gotten used to it. Gojo is possessive, he wants everyone to know youâre his. Not that they don't know already. He can't shut up about you.
Getting him alone has always been hard. Not much has changed in the past few years. Heâs only gotten busier. Try to drag him away from work all you want, you rarely succeed.
Tonight he's come willingly. He finished his work early, and all you had left was stuff you could finish in the morning.
Nights at home like thisâtogetherâare rare. It feels like you hardly see him anymore. You often fall asleep alone, only to wake up to the other side of the bed being cold. Heâs been so occupied with this business with Yuji, that heâs hardly had time for anything else. You sneak away during your breaks, like youâre teenagers again, stealing kisses between classes. You almost don't know what to do.
It almost feels like you should do something to celebrate.
The lights are off when you get home. Your apartment looks empty. Megumi must still be out with his friends.
âWhat should we do for dinner?â Gojo asks.
âTakeout?â You say. "I don't feel like cooking."
Gojoâs a decent cook, but he doesn't feel like doing so either. Heâd get takeout every night if youâd let him. But that's not good for him (or Megumi) so you force him to do otherwise. Because youâre normally home, and you like baking, youâre usually the one to make dinner. There's not much in the fridge. You'll have to get groceries eventually. Not tonight. Maybe tomorrow. It shouldn't take long.
âHow does Korean barbeque sound?" He asks. "From that place down the street?â
"Sounds good,"
You find a menu buried in one of your kitchen drawers, stashed with other takeout menus. You pick out somethingâtwo meals, plus some sweet buns for dessertâhe calls the restaurant. You pay the extra cash to have it delivered. Neither of you feel like going and picking it up. It's more convenient than the alternative.
The tv drones on in the background while you wait. Thereâs not much on tv at this hour. News, some late night soaps. While you do like your occasional soap opera, none that you normally watch are on. Gojo changes it to the news. The weather. It looks like it'll rain tomorrow morning, but the rest of the day is supposed to be warm.
"We should go to the park tomorrow," you say, "having a picnic sounds nice."
Gojo hums in approval. As long as you make those tea cakesâthe ones with honey drizzled on topâhe'll agree to tag along. Maybe you'll go check out the bookstore too. It's been a while since you've last gone.
You strip out of your uniform, pulling on some more comfortable clothes; a pair of shorts and one of Gojo's shirts. It smells like him. You can't help but bury your nose in the collar.
When thereâs a knock at the door, Gojo is the one to answer. He returns with your food. You gather napkins and utensils. Gojo never saw the point in anything other than stainless steel chopsticks. Or wooden onesâthose given to you with takeoutâif he wasn't feeling up to doing dishes. You, on the other hand, bought all sorts of colorful ones and stands that may or may not have been lifted from various restaurants. That's one habit from your teenage years you never lost. You'd pocket almost anything that wasn't nailed down. Your apartment has a rather impressive assortment of salt and pepper shakers. Not to mention the box of hotel soaps you never use, but took because you "might" need it. He enables you, taking some whenever he stays out of town, bringing them home for you. Gojo can hardly say no to you.
Gojo settles next to you on the couch, his shoulder pressed to yours. He can't keep his hands off of you. Heâs possessive by nature. Everyone has to know youâre his. He always has to be touching you. Not necessarily with his hands, but he presses his thigh against yours while sitting next to you, or his body pressed against yours from behind in public.
The two of you eat in relative silence. Gojoâs attention turns to the tv, but that doesn't stop him from practically laying on top of you. Occasionally heâll sneak bites of your food, and you of his.
When youâre done, you clear away the empty containers, sitting any leftovers in the fridge. Gojo sprawls out on the couch. He easily takes up any bit of space. The couch can hardly fit all 6-foot-something of Gojo. It hardly fits you. You've been meaning to look for another one, but haven't found the time to.
He opens his arms, and instinctively you go into them. You move so you can rest partially against the arm of the couch, Gojo's head leaning against your shoulder. His arms loop around your waist, his fingers lacing over your stomach.
It doesn't take him long to begin to drift off. He falls asleep in the crook of your neck. The low sound of the tv, combined with the warmth of his body makes you want to drift off to sleep. Sleeping on the couch like this isn't very good for your (or his) back, but you don't want to move.
The next time your eyes open, some late night game show plays, disturbing your sleep with loud music. The clock on the wall reads some time past two. It's hard to read the minute hand. You gently shake Gojo awake. One of his eyes cracks open and he lets out a soft âhm?â
âCome to bed,â you say, your arms wrapping around his neck, âit's late.â
His eyes close, and for a moment you think heâs drifted back off to sleep, when his grip around you tightens, and heâs rolling over on top of you.
âI think Iâll stay here with you, mochi,â he says, planting a wet kiss to your neck. The feeling of his lips on your neck makes you shiver.
And though he doesn't move, there's a look in his eyes that tells you he has something planned. You only notice too late that his grip never loosens, and the mischievous glint to his eyes. You couldn't wiggle out of it if you wanted to. You're effectively trapped.
He litters your neck with kisses, sending you into a giggling fit, and he doesn't stop until youâre begging him to. Tears prick at the corners of your eyes from laughing. Your nails dig into your palms so hard they leave little crescent-shaped indents.
When you finally settle down, heâs pulling you into his arms bridal style, heading for your shared room. The bed is still unmade from this morning. Neither of you bothered to put it away. You were busy, and the thought slipped your mind.
Gojo shoves the covers aside, pulling you to lay on his chest. His fingers gently trace up the curve of your spine as he watches the steady rise and fall of your chest. Goosebumps prickle your exposed skin. Heâs careful with how he touches you, loving, and soft. It's like heâs trying to memorize every inch of your body. His heartbeat is audible. Steady, and quet, acting as a lullaby. Your eyes shut, but youâre still awake. The intimacy of the moment doesn't go over your head.
He thinks he could die happy at this moment. Any moment, with you, really. Even during fights, or nights where he doesn't come home until long after youâve fallen asleep, and youâre left irritated with his lack of time. As long as youâre by his side, heâs content.
He doesn't give much to the thought of settling down. His work will never let him. Neither does he think much about having any biological children. You practically have two already. Settling down isn't really an option for the strongest. This is the closest heâll get to it.
For now, he just thinks about the park, and the blue sundress you always wear when you go.
Not many people can say theyâve changed who Satoru Gojo is as a personâlet alone for the betterâbut youâve changed him twice. Once in your meeting behind the school, and once again tonight. Heâs found the one.
The first debt is always the hardest to pay back. But you've paid it in full.
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Katsuki Bakugou x F!Reader ( part 1 )
â ...and then thereâs you. â
description:Â you and bakugou have hated each other since childhood. through the constant bickering, fighting, and actual fist fights... you had no idea that you had been writing to him.
genre: angst, soulmate au where you have a notebook that you can write to your soulmate in
word count:Â 3.8k
warnings/notes: strong language, lots of angst, aged up characters, bakugou being bakugou, reader has an air manipulation quirk created as part 1 of 3 for my winner of my tooruluv2kparty contest @katsuloveeâ <33
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â âcause when the sun goes down, someoneâs talking back â - talking to the moon, bruno mars
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The storm only escalated, casting the sky in deep blues and greys. Loud rain clattered against the roof of your apartment building, the ceiling of your top floor apartment being the only thing that separated you from the pour.Â
The rain may be cold, but you were on fire.
You had been livid all day, positively outraged by the man who seemed to always be in your way. He was the most arrogant, most opinionated, and most⊠loud-mouthed person you ever met. You were screaming from the inside out, burning with rage.
Groaning, you sprawled out on your bed.
Katsuki Bakugou was the biggest fucking issue on the planet. His absurd need to be the best at everything he did, his cold demeanor and venom that spews from his mouth -- you wanted nothing more than to punch him directly in the throat.Â
With a deep breath, you flipped open your Soulmate Journal.Â
The world was such a strange place, full of quirks and criminals and heroes and villains. To add on top of that, when you turn thirteen a journal just⊠appears. And whoever is your soulmate can read everything you write. Once they read it, they can reply or talk to you that way and the ink disappears. There are plenty of rules that go along with it, like if you turn thirteen before your soulmate does, the ink is red until they receive their own journal. Or how the journal itself is indestructible. Or the biggest rule: you cannot write any given name.Â
When youâre thirteen, your life is full of hope and wishful thinking. Almost everyone at that age is excited to start writing to their Person, the one who they were supposed to be created to be with. You were surprised when you opened yours to find nothing written.
You assumed that you were a bit older than your soulmate, but that was quickly shut down as you wrote in black ink. Your soulmate hadnât written anything.Â
It took two months for him to write back. Two months of your excessive writing and nearly diary-like entries. Two months of you wondering if they would ever write back. Until he did.
Today sucked.
That was all you wrote, your past two months of writing still ever present and glaring at you with smudges and hinted annoyance. The ink started to fade like Harry talking to Tom Riddle, reappearing with new handwriting.
It was scrawled across the page with terrible handwriting, very much one of a middle school boy.Â
Life sucks. Deal with it.
You were now twenty two, an adult and that once hope and love has turned into pessimism and indifference. And life still sucked.Â
You were pretty famous, your air manipulation quirk one that catches a lot of attention. That, alongside your rivalry with the second most famous hero Bakugou, brought an abundance of recognition. Bakugou completely steals your thunder every chance he has, stealing your light and victories.Â
You hated him. With the utmost disrespect, you hated him. Since your days in the hero academy, the two of you were at each otherâs throats. He would even stop in the middle of antagonizing Deku to make some horrendous comment towards you instead.Â
You ended up scribbling along the Soulmate Pages, heated rage boiling with each word.
Hey Honey! I need to vent if thatâs okay.
Of course.
You would not believe the shit I have to endure in real life. I wish I could describe the hatred I have for this man I work with, heâs a real piece of shit. Anyway, how was your day?
My day was about the same as yours, living with the idiots of real life. If we could write names I would because thereâs this bitch I work with that I fucking hate.
Maybe we need new jobs (insert laughing face even though Iâm livid right now)
Yeah. Maybe. But weâll get through it.
It took years for your soulmate to warm up to you. The first interactions were hesitant, slow, and barely considered conversations. But now you can discuss your day as if you were texting a friend, talk about your likes and dislikes.Â
He was your soulmate after all.
You learned that he was a boy and an only kid, he had a strong quirk, and that he liked ramen. He was a rule follower and his handwriting always used proper punctuation. You told him all about your life and how you wanted to travel away from everything.
You wanted to know who he was, more than anything.Â
You wished you could tell him your name and quirk, where you lived and who you were. You wished he could do the same.Â
Youïżœïżœïżœve tried, of course, to write out your name and location. But the second the words were written onto the page, they turned into a random assortment of letters. Gibberish. Never to be written, never to be known.
âDude, fucking relax!â You rubbed your temple at your desk, voice spitting venom against Bakugouâs loud vocals. âNot everything is about you, just sit down and wait to be sent on a mission.â
âWhat did you say to me?â
Katsuki Bakugou had been going on and on about how Deku got assigned to a mission in upper Japan, sent to work with a separate force for a bit to expand his horizon. He was outraged, yelling and standing tall and broad to pretend to be bigger than he was.Â
You were doing paperwork, trying to concentrate despite his yelling and complaining and bitching. You were hovering above your seat with your legs crossed, papers scattered (it was a habit of yours, to just kind of hover a couple of inches off the surface of things; air manipulation and all that).Â
âI said,â You turned to look into his ablaze eyes. âSit down and wait. Not everything is about you.â
You only threw fuel into his fire, you could hear the sparking between his fingers. You turned back to your paperwork.Â
âYou donât get to tell me what to do, youâre not even in the top five heroes.â Bakugou barked in your direction. You could feel his heat as he approached your desk. âYou can sit and do your own paperwork all you want! I need to be put on serious cases, just like stupid Deku is always placed on.â
âYou can argue with me all you want.â You moved to continue your work, pretending to be unbothered. You could feel the anger boil in your chest. âBut you still are and will always be measly little number two. Now shut the fuck up, youâre interrupting those who are actually working.â
He was going to hit you, you knew he was. You two ended up fist fighting all the time, oxygen and explosions ending in destruction. Before he could, your boss walked in with a bellowing, âBakugou! Get over here, I have something for your loud ass!â
You decided to give him a bored middle finger as he walked away.
They say that words are the way of life. You could say an infinite amount of words and sentences in your lifespan, you could say a word and only ever say it one time. Each assortment of words are different each time, something new every day.Â
You figured thatâs why you hated the soulmate thing.Â
Finding your soulmate should be one of chance, of pure coincidence and meeting of strangers. With the journal, you are starting something you only hope to find. You could go your whole life without finding your soulmate.
And that is terrifying.
There are horror stories of writing to an endless notebook, sad movies created where the lettering turns back to red before theyâve found each other. You wanted nothing more than to meet and just⊠be with the man youâve been writing to since you were thirteen.
It seemed to be some sick joke, a tease in the palm of your hands.
When you were young, you attended UA High. It was meant to be the best school for heroes, grooming them into the best of the best. Both of your parents had been heroes themselves, your mom with a cloud quirk and your dad with wings. You took after a bit of both, no wings and no clouds but could create air currents and manipulate the air surrounding you within a certain radius. It has something to do with your breath and lungs, but you never looked too much into the actual DNA aspect.Â
When you arrived in the hero program, you passed the tests with ease. You tried to focus mainly on yourself and gaining your own points, alongside a couple of students with the same idea.Â
You were pissed when you were placed in 1-B instead of 1-A. It was the start of your rivalry with the explosion boy.Â
Luckily, you quickly gained friends. You actually seemed to have a soft spot for Hitoshi Shinsou, and you and Itsuka Kendou seemed to be the only two with brains (this led to many conversations resulting in shit talking and giggling). So in the end, you werenât too upset to be placed in the second best class.Â
And you did get to fight with Bakugou a lot more without punishment, your professor wanting to be number one as much as anyone else.Â
One particular day that you remember to this day, one that really labeled your hatred for Bakuogu, was just a normal day at first. You were finished with your normal morning classes and just beginning the hero portion of the day, the training and fighting.Â
Your class was working with Class 1-A for the day, teaming up with one of their students and seeing how your quirks would act both against and with each other.
You were, of course, teamed with Bakugou.
The fucker was already set in his ways, loud and in need of attention at all times. You were well aware of his⊠loud personality⊠at that point, being beside Shinsou when he called your class âextrasâ. He was already someone you wanted nothing to do with.Â
âGood luck.â Kendou muttered to you when your names were announced as partners. âSee ya.â
The second you headed to him, you could feel his apprehension. He wanted nothing to do with you. And you wanted nothing to do with him. In fact, you were hoping for Uraraka as your partner, wanting to see how your air manipulation would work with her gravity.Â
Apparently the professors wanted to see the oxygen working with the burst of flames. Which, honestly, is cool yes â but it was the person behind the explosions that you did not want to be a part of.
Bakugou was not one to mumble under his breath.Â
âWhy am I paired with you?â He rolled his eyes, crossing his arms across his chest. âI could at least be with someone interesting like Mind Control over there.â
You already wanted to punch him. âYouâve obviously never seen my quirk.â
âClearly it hasnât been interesting enough to be worth my attention.â
âSay that again when I remove the oxygen straight from your lungs.â You threatened, knowing damn well you didnât know how to do that yet. âLetâs just get this over with.â
He let out a long exhale, moving into position. You were already flying by the time he let off his first explosion.
His utter disrespect for you and your quirk not only irritated you, but only was the start of a long term competition on Who Can Be Better Than Who that lasted the rest of your time at UA.
Through the constant loud arguments, the yelling in the cafeteria and the comments just loud enough for the other to hear, the fist fights and the swearing that was reserved only for each other, you found comfort in talking to your soulmate. It was relaxing after a long day of pure annoyance and shit talking to finally just get to have normal conversations with someone you enjoy.Â
Are we allowed to ask about school in this thing?
I donât think so.
Iâm sighing. Pretend that you could hear my sigh.
Wow, that was a loud sigh.
YOUâRE FUNNY! Anyway, I really want to know if we go to school together :(((
I donât even think we can talk about JRTPD or BO::SOMD. See, they turn into gibberish.
 I mean⊠we can say school. So we can ask ABOUT school just not⊠specific schools.Â
Thatâs true. I go to a special school and am the best in my class. Youâre getting lucky by having me as a soulmate.
Well I would only hope so. Need a smart soulmate for fun facts.
Fun fact: youâre pretty cool. I guess.
Ah, the admission of your love for me.
Not love. I donât hate talking to you if that does anything for you.
The one person you donât hate. Iâll take it, Soulmate.
Donât push it.
We should give each other nicknames. Since we canât call each other by our real names.
Does the book allow it?
My parents did it before they found each other.
Okay. Like what?
I can call you Hot Head, because youâre hot and because you are always writing about how mad you are.
No.
I can always go with something cute like Honey.
This is gross. I was thinking like gamer tag nicknames.
Okay, Honey.
I take back what I said, asshole.
Honey and Asshole. The perfect pair. We could solve crimes!
Iâm going to bed now.
Goodnight Honey ⥠I know that you arenât reading these but you will in the morning. Dork.
âDo you know who your soulmate is?â You asked.
You were hanging out with Kendou, Monoma, and Shinsou in Kendouâs bedroom. The dorm rooms were all set up the exact same way, but for some reason Kendouâs always seemed to be bigger.Â
âNo idea.â Monoma shrugged. âI donât think I want to know until Iâm older, weâre too young and I want to focus on graduating first.â
âHeâs right.â Kendou twisted in her position on her bed. âWhy? Do you want to know who yours is?â
âI want to know more than anything.â You sighed. Your head was laid across Shinsouâs lap on the floor. âWe get along so well and I try to talk to him every day.â
âHow do you know itâs a he?â
âHe told me.â You laughed. âWe tried really hard to narrow it down as much as possible.â
âIt sounds like he wants to know you too.â Kendou said. She giggled. âI should ask my soulmate their gender.â
âWhat about you, Shinsou?â
âI barely write to mine.â He shrugged, making your head tilt a little. âIâm sure they understand.â
âIâm sure they do, they were made to be yours.â You looked up at him with a smile. âOf everyone, I thought you would write the most.â
âAnd whyâs that?â
âBecause most people are scared to talk to you in real life.â
He flicked your forehead. âYou arenât scared to talk to me.â
âIâm not scared to talk to anyone.â
âIâve noticed.â
You sighed and closed your Soulmate Journal, the rain now casting a dark shadow across the entirety of the sky. Your face was flushed in red, hair disheveled and you were still in your hero uniform, dirty and kind of burnt.Â
Katsuki Bakugou had not only interrupted your victory, but he had claimed it as his own. His desperation to be the number one hero hadnât stopped. Itâs been years, youâve grown past his stupid desire and he simply⊠hasnât.
You fought the villain yourself, using your quirk to itâs full capabilities and trapping them in a circle of air. You fought for over an hour by yourself, taking up the mission while out and witnessing it first hand. Your freshly bought coffee was long forgotten as you raced after the thief.
The second you landed the thief, the ball of air dissipating as you grew tired, Bakugou arrived in a fiery feat and handcuffed the villain. Of course, the main photos were of him with the handcuffs, standing proud as if he hadnât stolen your fight.Â
His argument was that he did help. Yeah, he did â for three seconds.
Katsuki Bakugou was a piss stain upon himself, truly the worst of the worst whoâs own personal interest outweighs anything else in his life. He will never be anything but second best because he never thinks of anyone but himself.Â
If only he could read thoughts instead of turning his sweat to ignition. Then you wouldnât have to put your harsh thoughts into tone.
Your Soulmate was one of two people you genuinely enjoyed talking to, he always seemed to be on the same page as you. The other is Shinsou, from your high school. He was the only one you really kept in contact with.
Sometimes you like to convince yourself that Shinsou is your soulmate, since he hasnât found his either. But you compared the handwriting and it didnât match at all. Shinsouâs handwriting was much smaller and neater than the man you would eventually call yours.
âThis is so fucking stupid!â You screamed, your rage reaching its max.
You threw your journal across your bedroom, the storm masking the sound of it banging against the wall by your bed. You were pissed, you wanted nothing more than to see Bakugouâs downfall. Itâs been years. You were over it.
You were over it all. You were over him, you were over not knowing your soulmate, you were over being alone in your stupid apartment. It all reached itâs apex. Maybe you needed a shower, or maybe you needed to move from your job.
Your fit was interrupted by a loud crash on the roof of your apartment building. You nearly jumped at the sound, the sound not even close to the crashes of thunder.Â
You rushed to the roof, your hero senses kicking in more than your regular carefulness. Once you were outside, you were almost instantly drenched in the rain. Only a couple of yards ahead of you was a man crumbled to the ground; they mustâve hit the roof harder than you thought.
When they turned, clutching their side, you knew instantly who it was.
âDeku?â You rushed towards him. âI thought you were in Hirosaki for some serious villain.â
He moved to stand, much taller and broad than he was back in high school. Yet still with the fluffy green hair and bright eyes with hope always seemingly sewed in.Â
âI was. I just⊠I need your help.â
âWhy do you need my help?â You helped him stand fully, taking his hand from his side to check for an injury. He wasnât bleeding. âDoesnât Uraraka live around here?â
âI donât⊠want to involve her in this.â He stood straight. His healing mustâve started. âI⊠this is something I need you for.â
âOkayâŠâ You crossed your arms. âWhat do you need?â
âI know what youâre going to say.â Deku started, and you didnât move. âBut itâs Bakugou.â
âNo.â
âCâmon, Aero, I know that you twoâŠâ
âNo.â
âPlease, IâŠâ
âDeku, you know more than anyone how and who he is. Whatever it is, he can deal with it himself.â You started back towards the stairs. âI appreciate you coming to me, for whatever reason, but this is something that you have to find someone else for.â
âDonât think of this as us doing something for him.â Deku rushed to stand in front of you. âThink of it as a favor for me. You owe me one.â
âDonât do this now.âÂ
âIâm officially cashing in my favor.â
You sighed, âFine. Can you at least tell me what we need to do for the asshole?â
âIâll tell you on the way.â He nearly jumped in joy. âBut you cannot tell anyone. Not Shinsou, not the police, and not our boss. This is under the radar.â
âOh, shit.â You followed him as you flew next to him. âWhat are you getting me into?â
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In the Prefectâs Bathroom // Draco Malfoy
Request @bii-aan-ckaaâ : Hi there! I hope you are well. I just have a request for Draco Malfoy x Y/N. Youâre dating Harry Potter but you hate Draco and one day in class youâre paired with Draco and he starts tracing his fingers up your thigh and whispering naughty things in your ear like how he would fuck you so hard and rough like you want it and how heâs seen how you look at him in class and how you turn him on and y/n gets flustered and goes to the prefects bathroom and Draco comes after and she just kisses him hard and they have rough hate sex and he makes her say how heâs better than her boyfriend and how heâs going to fuck her whenever he wants to
A/N: Tbh I procrastinated this request for a long time, but once I sat down to write it, everything came easily and Iâm very pleased with how it turned out. Hope you enjoy! P.S Sorry about Harry :(
Summary: Y/N and her boyfriend, Harry, hate Draco. But what happens when Y/N gets paired up with him for a potions assignment?
Warning(s): SMUT!!! Unprotected sex, fingering, hickies, dirty talk, hate fucking, possessiveness, cheating
Word Count: 3.2k
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âHarry, wait up!â Y/N called after her boyfriend. He was running a few paces ahead of her. The two of them were about to be late for Potions. Harry turned his head briefly and smiled brightly at Y/N. She rolled her eyes and sped up so that she was nearly beside Harry now. They sprinted down the dungeon steps and burst through the archway into Snapeâs classroom just as the bell rang. Everyoneâs eyes shifted to the pair, who were huffing and puffing.Â
âTodayâs lesson will be on Felix Felicis. You will each be paired up with a fellow student. No, you may not pick your partner. I will do that for you,â Snape said coldly. His eyes shifted to Harry and Y/N. âMr. Potter, youâll be working with Mr. Goyle. You, Ms. Y/L/N, will be with Mr. Malfoy. Perhaps with him, youâll be able to actually brew an accurate potion.â
Y/N glared at the blonde-haired boy by the name of Draco. It was well known throughout Hogwarts that Harry and Draco didnât get on, but their hateful relationship was nothing compared to his with Y/N. The two of them were prefects, Y/N being a Gryffindor and Draco being a Slytherin. This meant they saw each other at prefect meetings and at other school functions. Y/N despised him for multiple reasons. He was an absolute prick to her boyfriend, which obviously didnât sit well with her. Not to mention Draco would tease Y/N about everything, no matter if it were her shoes or her nose. If Draco noticed anything out of sorts, he would poke and prod at it. And on top of Dracoâs constant rude remarks and banter, Y/N couldnât deny the fact that to put it bluntly, he was hot. She felt utterly horrible for thinking this about him, but Draco was, in Y/Nâs mind, the most attractive boy sheâd ever laid eyes on...aside from Harry, of course.Â
Reluctantly, she walked over to the empty stool beside Draco and took a seat. The boy smirked at her and held eye contact for just a couple seconds too long before turning his attention to Snape, who was going over instructions. Y/Nâs heart was pounding in her chest, and not from the running. The class had hardly started, and she was already distracted. She blinked rapidly, trying to snap out of her thoughts. Her eyes landed on the spread in front of her. Y/N knew Felix Felicis to be a difficult potion to brew because of its intricacy, and if she remembered correctly, it took many months to complete. However, it looked as though they were going to start from the beginning today. Y/N nervously picked at the skin around her nails as she scanned the ingredients. She recognized most of them: Occamy Eggshells, Murtlap Tentacles, Common Rue, and Thyme. But there were a couple other items she was unfamiliar with.Â
âI will only help you with the first few steps, then you will have to go by your textbooks. Weâll start with the Ashwinder egg. Add it to your cauldrons,â Snape instructed. Y/Nâs hand hovered over the various items. She was about to grab what looked like an egg, but a hand on her wrist stopped her. âItâs not that one,â a haughty voice said. Y/N turned to glare at Draco, who kept his hand on her while using his other to grab an orange-reddish colored egg. He tossed it into the air, caught it, and slid it into their shared cauldron. Y/N wrenched her wrist from his grip. Draco chuckled at this. âNot my fault you didnât know what an egg looked like,â he retorted. Y/N huffed angrily. âEggs can come in many different shapes and sizes. Forgive me for being cautious.â Draco raised an eyebrow as he turned up the heat of the fire beneath the pewter cauldron. He appeared unimpressed.
âNow for the Squill Bulb. Stir vigorously after adding it in,â Snape muttered as he slowly circled the classroom. Y/N groaned quietly. She wasnât familiar with this ingredient, either. While she frantically scanned the table, she felt a hot breath on her neck. âYou look pretty when youâre scared,â Draco whispered into her ear. A shudder ran down her spine, and she shifted in her seat while she pressed her thighs together. Her eyes flickered to Draco. He was gazing at her intently, his eyes running up and down her body. âShut up, Malfoy. I'm not scared, I'm just unsure,â Y/N snapped, but she knew her words werenât convincing. Draco leaned over her and snatched the brown bulb at the far end of the table. He lingered there for a moment, his body close to Y/Nâs. Then he sat back, plopped the item into the cauldron, and began to stir swiftly. His eyes didnât meet Y/Nâs, but she couldnât take hers off of his. Fortunately, she was snapped out of her trance by Snape slamming a textbook onto the table. Y/N bit her lip, preventing a curse word from flying, as she turned around to see her professor behind her. He sneered down at her and aggressively turned the book's pages until landing on the relevant section.Â
âFollow instructions, Y/L/N. Just because youâre paired with Malfoy doesnât mean you can slack off,â he scolded. Once again, all eyes turned to Y/N, whose face was burning crimson. She blocked out the shame surging in her stomach and pulled the textbook close to her so she could identify the next step in the potion. It called for Murtlap Tentacles. But first, they must be cleaned and chopped up. Y/N grasped the worm-like strands and laid them on her cutting board.Â
She had just begun to chop them up when she felt a hand on her thigh. It was evident that the hand belonged to Draco. She glanced to the side, her eyes meeting his. He raised an eyebrow to ask silent permission. Y/N knew better, but she was curious and gave him a short nod. His fingers then traced lines up and down her leg, making her squirm. At that very moment, Harry decided to look over at his girlfriend. He gave her a soft, sympathetic smile to which she hurriedly returned as she tried to ignore what was happening underneath the table. But what Draco did next was not something she could put out of mind. His hand slid underneath her skirt, and she felt his finger brush over her clothed and slightly excited pussy. Y/N stifled a gasp and whipped her head towards Draco, shooting a nasty glare. He smirked at her and whispered, âAre you aroused, Y/N? Your panties are wet. Is it for me?â
Y/N felt her heart skip a beat. How was it that even his voice was sexy? She luckily got ahold of herself and promptly slapped his hand away. âDonât fucking touch me,â she seethed. But Draco was unfazed. He added more ingredients to the potion-in-progress and stirred it absentmindedly. âYou know, Y/N, I notice your stares. I see how you look at me. You donât look at Harry like that, do you? Does he make you happy?â he questioned. Y/N straightened her spine, trying to appear unaffected by his inquiries. âHe does make me happy, for your information,â she replied coldly. Dracoâs focus remained on the potion as he asked another question, one that made Y/N falter. âBut does he make you happy in bed, Y/N?â Suddenly, she couldnât breathe. How dare he ask such a thing. Y/N opened her mouth to reply but found that no words came to her aid. Harry was the best boyfriend she could ask for. But truthfully, he wasnât the most skilled in the bedroom. He gave it his all, but it wasnât quite enough for Y/N. However, it wasnât a big deal; Y/N didnât really mind having to finish the job with her hand after the deed. Sure, it wasnât the most ideal situation, but it definitely wasnât something to break up over, not in her mind.Â
âNo answer, huh? Seems my suspicions were right. Heâs not satisfying you,â Draco whispered. Y/N shifted her eyes to her textbook, trying to reassert her concentration onto her schoolwork. But then Dracoâs hand returned to her thigh, and he leaned in closer. âI could do better. God, Iâd fuck you so hard and so much better than he ever could. Iâd fuck you until youâd have to beg me to stop,â he muttered while slipping his index finger past her underwear and starting to stroke her. Y/N tried to close her thighs, but Dracoâs thumb and pinky held them open as his finger found her clit and swirled around it lightly. âYou turn me on, Y/N. And I know you want this. You canât fool me.â
Y/Nâs chest was heaving, she could feel her underwear growing wetter and her desire for the Slytherin increasing. It was getting to be too much; she didnât think she could handle any more. Her hand pushed his away, and she stood up abruptly, sending her stool backward. The screeching of its feet on the floor got the attention of the class. âMay I use the bathroom, Professor?â she asked. Snape leered at her but waved her off. Without hesitation, Y/N ran out of the classroom and sprinted for the Prefectâs bathroom. It was much farther than the regular toilets, but Y/N wanted extra security. She climbed many flights of stairs before arriving outside the door. Y/N spoke the password and rushed inside, not stopping to admire the chandelier or the freshly cleaned marble floors. She made a beeline for the enormous bath, kicking off her shoes and robe as she went. When she got to the bath, she sat down beside it and slid off her socks along with her skirt and underwear. Slowly, Y/N slipped her foot into the water. It was the perfect temperature. Eagerly, she yanked off her grey sweater and button-down shirt, leaving her in just her lacey bralette; it was red to match her house colors.
Y/N scooted towards the edge of the bath and carefully slid herself inside, submerging her body from her stomach down. The steam from the hot water instantly calmed her racing heart. She crossed her arms on the edge of the pool. This prevented her from sliding all the way under. Gently, she rested her head on top of them. But before allowing herself to relax, Y/N quickly scanned the bathroom. When she determined nobody was present, she closed her eyes and let her body soften. But her craved peace of mind didnât come. The events of a few minutes prior were still swirling around in her head. Did he really touch me, or am I just imagining it? No, I can't be imagining it, not when my goddamn clit is still tingling from his finger. Y/N knew the cat was out of the bag. She thought sheâd been doing an excellent job of hiding her attraction to Draco, but he said it himself; heâd seen the way she'd looked at him. He knew she liked him. Y/N felt terrible. How would Harry feel if he knew his girlfriend had a thing for the boy who made his school days hell? He certainly wouldnât be pleased, thatâs for sure.
Y/Nâs thoughts were interrupted by the sound of a soft chuckle. She opened her eyes to see none other than Draco, kneeling right in front of her. She screamed and instinctively crossed her arms over her chest; she almost lost her grip on the edge of the bath by doing this. But at the last second, she regained her grasp and this time opted to press her chest against the side of the pool to shield herself from Dracoâs view.Â
âWhat are you doing here?â she yelled angrily, refusing to look at the boy. âIâm simply finishing what I started,â he said. Y/Nâs eyebrows knit together. âWhaââ She was cut off by Draco smashing his lips against hers. At first, Y/N wanted to push him away, and she tried. She pressed her hands against his chest and started to shove him, but then he slipped his tongue inside her mouth, and her arms weakened. She melted into the kiss, all thoughts of Harry leaving her mind. Draco swirled his tongue around hers, causing her skin to prickle with arousal. Y/N sighed deeply and leaned in closer. She squealed when Draco began to suck her tongue before he abruptly pulled away. The pair gazed at each other, pure lust in their eyes. Draco suddenly grabbed her arms and hoisted her out of the bath. Once her feet touched the floor, his fingers immediately found her pussy and began rubbing. Y/Nâs legs shook, and she grabbed onto Dracoâs shoulders as he slid a finger inside her.Â
âFuck, youâre so wet,â Draco muttered. Y/N whimpered and clenched her walls around his digit. âDonât worry, youâll be full soon enough,â he stated while sliding in another finger. Y/N was desperate at this point. She hadnât touched herself in a few weeks, and Dracoâs fingers were skilled. They were bringing her to her peak before Draco had even undressed. Not only was he skilled, but he was also experienced and thus noticed Y/Nâs body language. He knew she was close, so he removed his fingers. Y/N cried out as she felt her climax fade away. âWhat the hell?â she growled while pressing her thighs together, trying to imitate the friction he'd provided. Draco said nothing as he slid down his pants and underwear, Â smiling at her neediness. She glared at him, furious that he had denied her her orgasm, but he paid her no mind. When his clothes were shed, he roughly grabbed Y/Nâs waist and steered her to the nearest wall. Without warning, he slammed her up against it and forcefully thrusted his cock inside her. The combined feeling of being full and the shock of the cold marble against her skin caused Y/N to let out a guttural moan. She dug her fingernails into Dracoâs back, through his shirt as he squeezed his eyes shut, trying to adjust. His hips remained still, prompting Y/N to clench around him.
âYouâre so tight, fuck,â he grunted. Y/N whined when he still didnât move and bucked her hips. âOh, you want me to fuck you? Is that it?â he teased. Y/N narrowed her eyes. âI hate you,â she muttered. Draco winked at her and pulled out, she was frustrated initially, but then he thrusted back inside, roughly, making her scream. His hips snapped back and forth at a rapid pace. Y/N moaned loudly as her eyes fell shut. Her voice hitched every time his cock touched that spot deep inside her. âTell me Iâm better than him, Y/N. Tell me that Iâm better than Harry, that I fuck you harder than him,â he growled. Y/N couldnât form a coherent thought; there was no way sheâd be able to speak a proper sentence. Draco gripped her arms tight and pounded her hard before ceasing his movements. Y/N opened her eyes; she was confused as to why he had stopped. âSay it,â he demanded. Y/N felt her body shudder and sweat slide down her neck. Draco slammed inside her again, startling her.
âYouâre better! You fuck me better than Harry,â she sputtered. Draco smirked. âThatâs right, princess. And donât worry, Iâll be fucking you frequently. Whenever I want, Iâll sneak off to your common room, crawl into your bed, and fuck you until you see stars. I donât even care if someone sees or hears. Youâre mine now, understand? Youâre my little fuck toy,â he husked. Y/N whimpered at his words. Sheâd never been more aroused than she was right then. He began to regain his fast pace, and Y/N cried out in pleasure. âFuck, Draco!â she shouted. This seemed to egg Draco on as he thrusted into her even harder, making her tits bounce. âDraco, Draco, Draco,â Y/N moaned. The Slytherin grunted, leaned his head towards her neck, and latched his lips onto her soft skin. He took her skin in between his teeth and sucked forcefully. âThatâs gonna leave a mark, Draco, stop,â she whined. Draco pulled away and snickered. âI know, thatâs the point.â Y/N rolled her eyes. Bastard.Â
Suddenly, Draco paused his movements and carefully pulled himself out. Before Y/N could speak, he spun her around so that her front was pressed up against the wall. He shoved his cock back inside her and resumed thrusting. âGod, youâre so good. Iâm gonna fuck you all the fucking time. And youâre going to let me, arenât you, princess? Youâre gonna let me pound that pussy whenever the fuck I want, right?â Y/N groaned, the sound of her voice and the slapping of skin reverberating off the bathroom walls. She was so close to her peak; she just needed a little more. âAnswer me, slut,â Draco growled. Y/N squeezed her eyes shut as he roughly snapped his hips. âYes. Shit, yes, Iâll let you fuck me whenever. Fuck, fuck! Draco, Iâm gonna cum,â she squeaked. Draco gripped her hips tighter. âThen cum. Cum on my cock, you filthy little slut.â
That was all Y/N needed. She felt her orgasm pulse through her; it was as if her bloodstream was filled with electricity. Her body jerked with shocks of pleasure, and her vision turned white. Dracoâs pace had never slowed throughout her high. In fact, it had sped up as he was nearing his own climax. With a few more thrusts, he came inside her with a loud moan. Y/N squeezed him tight, stimulating him through his orgasm.Â
When he finished, he remained inside her as they both tried to catch their breaths. Y/N was utterly dazed. âIâve never cummed that hard. Holy shit, Draco.â
âYou said it yourself, Iâm better,â he said with a smirk.Â
Gently, he pulled out of her. Y/N turned around and leaned against the wall; her legs were trembling too much to stand without support. âI still donât like you,â she stated. Draco cocked an eyebrow. âYou sure bout that? You were just screaming my name about,â he raised his wrist to his face, pretending to check an invisible watch, âtwo minutes ago.â Y/N crossed her arms over her chest in an attempt to look intimidating.Â
âBecause of you, we missed the rest of Potions and are likely going to be late to our next class, you moron,â Y/N complained while walking over to her pile of clothes by the still-hot bath. Draco was already dressed, considering he had only taken off his lower layer of clothing. He was readjusting his tie in the mirror while Y/N scrambled for a towel to clean herself up with. Draco cleared his throat. Y/N glanced over to see him lifting up a washcloth. She grumbled to herself as she stomped over to him. The Gryffindor snatched the cloth from his hand. âThanks,â she said shortly. Draco shook his head and laughed. âYouâll warm up to me yet, Y/L/N.â
Y/N flipped him off, not bothering to look behind her. She knew he could see her in the mirror. âFuck off, Draco, I still hate your guts even though youâve just rearranged mine,â she called out, making Draco laugh again. Y/N sighed softly in disappointment. Not even her humor could distract her from the thought in her mind. How were things ever going to be normal with Harry again?
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âamortentia.
ⶠpairing: jungkook x reader
ⶠgenre: hogwarts/harry potter au / enemies-to-lovers + fluff
ⶠwords: 5,486
ⶠrating: pg-13
ⶠsummary: jungkook loves everything strawberry but the simple pleasure is always kept hidden, stowed away as if some hideous secret to protect the rumours that had built up around him â until a love potion outs him.
ⶠdisclaimer: this is a repost of an old fic from my old blog since i know some of you were asking about it! i hope you enjoy!!
Jungkook loves strawberries.
He remembers fondly the warm summers as a child when he would go strawberry picking with his grandmother, and revels in the taste and the memory each time he bites into a fresh berry, the juices coating his tongue in sickly sweetness; he likes the smell of all the lotions and lip balms, candles and fragrances, that carried notes of the red fruit in comforting wafts, remembering distantly a time when his motherâs fruity perfume would breathe warm life into his cold house in the middle of a dull winter; he remembers sentimental times spent at the local cafe near his home, loving and basking in the way the homely and warm aroma of a freshly baked pie and the sugary tartness of strawberry lemonade would fill his nostrils and consume his senses, leaving his mouth watering.Â
Jungkook loves everything strawberry but the simple pleasure is always kept hidden, stowed away as if some hideous secret to protect the rumours that had built up around him.
Ask any girl that thought Jeon Jungkook is handsome or any boy that thought Jungkook is a god and they would say he smells like the purest form of any man with a harmonious scent of musk, cedar wood, and oak; like fresh rain that soaked in the middle of a mossy forest, spices, and black coffee â but they couldnât have been more wrong. Maybe he did smell of musk or wood or rain when he was continuously outside, practicing every moment he had with his Quidditch team, but Jungkook was more than just that. Really, though, it made sense as to why people thought that way about him when he had left such a lingering impression on the school.
You can still remember the very first day you saw him; the very moment you had, from your spot in line in front of the Sorting Hat on the first day as a first year, saw the stoic boy step forward. Made up of a nervous face and obsidian locks that fell into his equally dark eyes, the Hat had instantly deemed the boy a Ravenclaw â and perhaps the houseâs reputation was what added to his mystique and strange charm. Even then, from what you observed, he had been a silent boy, making his way to and from classes usually alone, and somehow ignoring the gaggle of girls (from all years and from all houses) that trailed along behind him, giggling and clamouring over how cute he is.
As the months went on, you never witnessed much change in Jungkook safe for the friends he suddenly made in the first half of second year (a surprising mix of Ravenclaws, Hufflepuffs, Gryffindors, and Slytherins) and the smug attitude he began to develop. A rebel, they said, a bad boy at heart, the very antithesis of Ravenclaws. Someone all the girls craved for and all the boys yearned to be. And while you tried to assume that perhaps there was more to the boy than meets the eye â that maybe he was built on different layers you could one day explore â when he begins to become too conceited with the way he is praised, you grow disenchanted by him and his cocky smirks. Yet, for some reason, he finds it necessary to go out of his way to talk to you no matter what â and you were quick to learn to despise him and his constant mocking, all possibilities of trying to get to know him diffused.Â
In first year, you had to endure a whole semester worth of Jungkook tugging at your hair when he sat behind you in Charms class. In second year, an unspoken rivalry began in which the two of you would compete to see who could earn the better grades. You canât quite pinpoint when or where the hatred for one another began, but the irritation that comes as a result of it only grows more adamant with each passing day. Â
In third year, you distinctly remember being confined to the many dusty oak shelves and rows of leather bound books in the library, your eyes constantly flickering to the ornate grandfather clock nearby you as you wait alone. An agreed time of 6 pm to meet in the library after dinner to work on a partnered assignment had otherwise vanished from the boyâs memory. Had it been up to you to decide what partner you wanted, you would have much rather preferred to pick one of your friends and not the Ravenclaw who was fifteen minutes late. With the project due in two days, and with the nearly three weeks you had to finish it, you had constantly asked to meet with Jungkook to work on it and each time he had made a different excuse.Â
As time crept on and the waning hours of the daylight dwindled to a dull darkness, twenty minutes would pass and it was then that you would grudgingly begin packing your belongings. The wait was not worth the trouble. Yet just as you are standing from your seat, the boy waltzes into view, coming to a nonchalant halt in front of you and placing his bag on the table, as if he didnât know how late he is. He has abandoned his robe to wear only a grey fleece pullover on top of his white button up, his torn up Converse shoes ruining the uniform outfit with his casual flare. Your stare flickers up to meet his smug face and a frown forms on yours as you spot the other third year Slytherin girl giggling a flirtatious goodbye to the boy who winks in response. Finally, he turns to look at you.
âYouâre leaving already?â Jungkook asks. âI just got here.â
âTwenty minutes later, Jeon,â You snap.
The boy quirks a brow, twisting around in his spot to look at the clock. âI could have sworn you said we should meet at six-thirty. Iâm ten minutes early.â
âI remember saying six oâclock,â You say. âAs well as you telling me that six was perfectly fine. Look, History of Magic isnât my favourite either but I would appreciate it if you at least put some effort into the class and this project.â
âShh!â
The hiss that comes from the student studying near you only makes you scowl. You turn around hotly to continue shoving your books and papers into your backpack.
âI was busy,â Jungkook says.
âBusy flirting with every living thing?â You asks.
âWhat?â Confusion paints his face, and then he is shaking his head furiously. âNo!â
Your eyes narrow into a scrutinizing glare. You point over your shoulder at the same Slytherin girl who is still within the library, standing just a few feet away from the pair of you. She has an opened book in her hands in an attempt to look distracted but her eyes are fixated solely on Jungkook. When she catches Jungkook staring, his gaze lifting over your shoulder, she hurriedly looks away and blushes.
âSo I assume sheâs just a friend?â You retaliate. âYou know what your problem is, Jeon? You never take anything seriously.â
Immediately, Jungkook tenses. His arms snake around to cross in front of his chest.
âWell, you take everything too seriously,â he says. âWhen was the last time you had some fun? Any time I talk to you, youâre always fussing about the work or about how much you hate meâ itâs like youâre a walking, talking, breathing dementor! You suck the life out of everyone.â
âShh!â
The snarl this time is much harsher, coming from yet another student who has been devoting his time to writing an essay. But now you canât be bothered to worry about silence. You slam shut the book in your hand with a very loud thump that seems to echo around the eerily silent room and fling a strap of your bag over your shoulder.
âWell, Iâm sorry that I, and this assignment, are such inconveniences to you,â You say, âbut from now on I give up on making sure we both donât fail this class. If you need me, which I assume you wonât, Iâll be in my room, far from you.â
âExcuse me!â The familiar bark of the librarianâs voice hardly makes you jump even as she comes marching down to the two of you. âThis is a library, a quiet place to study. It would be greatly appreciated if you could bring your conversation out into the halls.â
Had she not interrupted your conversation with Jungkook, you would have never realized just how loud your voice had risen. Clearing your throat and tightening your grip on your bag and the book, you tear your eyes from Jungkook and stomp defiantly out into the corridors to retreat to your common room, leaving Jungkook alone. He would find you the day after in a sluggish state, his hair dishevelled and his clothes askew as if he had slept in them â or, rather, had not slept at all â showing you all the work he had finished for the assignment the night before.
In fourth year, you are leaving the stands of the Quidditch pitch on a surprisingly warm November evening. Following the slew of students back to the school after a heated game between Ravenclaw and Gryffindor â where the latter team won after a fiery race between the two Seekers for the golden snitch â the eager chatter buzzes in the air. Beside you are your two friends who are, just as many others are doing, whispering excitedly about Jungkookâs role as Seeker and his âamazing performance.âÂ
âDid you see the way Jungkook played?â Hana asks from the right side of you. âHow can someone be so attractive?â
To your left, Nayeon is practically standing on the tip of her toes, desperately craning her neck to search the crowd for the boy and his friends. âOooh, look! There he is! Heâs so sweaty! Imagine his musclesââ
âYouâre ridiculous,â You sigh with a disapproving shake of your head.
Despite your condescending tone, you canât help but glance over your shoulder to follow your friendsâ gaze. Laughing in triumph with his team and friends, Jungkook stands adorned in the usual Ravenclaw royal blue Quidditch uniform, the robes somehow accentuating his tanned skin and dark hair that clings to his sweat-covered forehead. Since when had he grown so tall? And maybe Nayeon was right â since when did Jungkook start looking so muscular?Â
âYour staring is obvious, Y/N,â Hana says.Â
âAnd so is your crush on him,â Nayeon murmurs.Â
âCrush?â You burst out into laughter. âNow thatâs funny. I could never have a crush on him!â
âHave a crush on who?â
The familiar voice makes you groan inwardly and the arm that is tossed around your neck almost makes you gag. Your body grows rigid under Jungkookâs touch, though he doesnât seem to notice that or the way you carefully try to peel his arm off of you but to no avail. Joining him is his typical duo of friends. The other Slytherin boy next to Jungkook is the shy and soft Park Jimin, accompanied by their inseparable Hufflepuff friend, Kim Taehyung. The two boys smirk wolfishly down at your friends, both of whom are so suddenly at a loss for words.
âEveninâ, ladies!â Jimin says. âEnjoy the show?â
âWe hate to brag but we taught him everything he knows,â Taehyung says, ruffling Jungkookâs hair.
Jungkook rolls his eyes and swats Taehyungâs hand away. âMaybe the three of you can come down to watch us practice one day.âÂ
Your friends exchange glances and giggle nervously.Â
âWeâd love to,â Nayeon smiles.
Your lack of response clearly doesnât go unnoticed by your friends, nor Jungkook and his friends. As you turn your head to look away from the group, you briefly catch the sudden scent that is Jungkook and your face scrunches. It isnât so much as gross as it is overpowering. Passed salt and sweat, you can smell something clean like freshly cut grass or some sort of lemongrass shampoo. But instead of telling him out loud what you thought, you pushed him away.
âYou smell terrible,â You said. âGo take a shower, Jeon.â
âAlways playing hard to get,â Jungkook sighs. âSorry we canât all smell like your floraly essence after playing an intense Quidditch game.â
You only hum in response, turning your head to look away from him and his friends. The act seems to earn a smirk from Jungkook and then he and his friends are parting from you, walking back to the locker rooms. After that day, your friendsâ profuse pleads and begs for you to come with them one day when the Quidditch teams are practicing would eventually make you cave in. When Jungkook sees you sitting in the stands burrowed in a wool scarf and heavy robes, albeit with a frown on your face and your eyes scanning the pages of a book in your lap, he catches your attention by shouting your name and then winking at you. Seconds later, a Quaffle is thrown his way by a fellow teammate and nearly knocks him off his broom.
In fifth year, you are seated in your Transfiguration class at the back and nearly dozing off as your Professor drones on and on in the early morning about some boring lecture. Jungkook sits in the row opposite you and a seat behind but that doesnât stop him from constantly trying to catch your attention, whispering your name. It is only when you hear a few classmates near you break out into wondrous awes that you lift your head from its resting place wedged between your folded arms on top of your desk and turn. Soaring above the studentsâ heads is an enchanted paper bird, its thin wings fluttering its way to you.
You gaze at it for a moment, a small smile tugging at the corners of your lips, before noticing that it is Jungkook who had magicked it, wand in hand as he waves it towards you. As soon as it reaches your table, it floats around your head and lingers in front of your face, beckoning you to take it. Instead, your hands try swatting it away though it doesnât seem to budge. When you relent and succumb to taking the bird, it is not before you shoot an annoyed glance back at Jungkook. Then, you unwrap the bird in your hand. With thin black ink sprawled out in perfect cursive writing, a single dreadful question is poised in pretty script: Meet me tomorrow at noon at the Three Broomsticks? Itâll be my treat.
âIs that from Jungkook?â Hana asks. She peers over your shoulder from beside you to look down at the paper, her voice incredibly louder than you would have liked. âIt is! Is he asking you out? You know, I always knew you liked him. Youâre a terrible liarâ â
You gasp. Your hand quickly covers the paper, yanking it out of Hanaâs view. âI do not like him!â
âDo too!â Hana laughs. âSo, what are you going to say? Huh, who knew Jungkook was so soft and cute? Have I told you how cute the two of you would be together?â
Maybe itâs the way she so suddenly begins to gush over you dating Jungkook, or the way her voice garners the attention of those sitting around you, letting other girls fawn over how cute his simple gesture is, that makes you curdle with embarrassment. But what are you so shy of? You are insistent that you donât like Jungkook but you were certain that if word spread that you did have feelings for him, your whole life would be drastically ruined. Or maybe you were more fearful of the idea of possibly liking Jungkook in return, even if you had so profusely been lying to everyone and yourself. Â
âStop it!â You hiss. âI would rather kiss the squid in the Black Lake than date him!â
Then, as if to emphasize this apparent hatred, you grab your quill and furiously write in big scratchy letters âNOâ before crumpling it in your hand and twisting in your seat. Set on chucking the balled up piece of paper right at Jungkookâs smug face, you are startled when you feel the paper being plucked from your grasp by none other than your Professor. She stands before you with a sour look on her face, a willowy old lady with gray wisps of hair pulled back into a tight bun.Â
âAh, Miss Y/N,â she hums, âif you have more important matters that you seem to want to discuss with Mr. Jeon, surely you can divulge with the rest of the class too.â
Your mouth clamps shut. You watch, stricken with horror, as she unravels the paper in her hands, her glossy eyes skimming its contents from beneath her half-moon spectacles. She purses her lips, and then shifts her gaze to you and then to Jungkook sitting behind you. The silence that follows as she moves towards him is near unbearable, making you shift uncomfortably in your seat.
âIf you would have much rather preferred to flirt with Miss Y/N than listen to my lecture, feel free to leave my class, Jeon,â Your Professor says. She drops the paper onto his desk with a flourish. âThough, itâd be in your best interest to stop your daydreaming and pay attention to my class because Iâm afraid her answer was no.â
Your eyes widen as you twist in your seat to look at your Professor and a startled Jungkook. And, maybe, if you looked hard enough and passed the smug smirk, you could see his conceited stare falter as a look of hurt flashes across his eyes. A few murmurs and giggles break out amongst the students, making your cheeks burn hot and forces you to turn back around and away from Jungkook.
âAnd I suppose that now neither of you are busy tomorrow, you wouldnât mind spending it in detention with me,â Your Professor says. Then she was rounding on her heel, marching back to the front of the classroom and restarting her lecture.
After the torturous detention where Jungkook suddenly refuses to look or talk to you after what had happened, and a week after the missed Hogsmeade trip, you would find Jungkook walking the halls, hand-in-hand, with another Ravenclaw girl. As they pass you, seemingly unaware of your lingering presence, you see the girl stop Jungkook and lean forward to kiss him, his own hands resting on her waist and tugging her closer to him. Though you tell yourself youâre free from his constant flirting and mocking, you canât help but feel somewhat let down as you walk away that day.
In the beginning of sixth year, when all the students had found a moment to themselves and a much needed break from all the sudden stress of homework, you would wind up at a party being held in the Room of Requirements. Though you werenât quite sure how the students were able to smuggle alcohol into the school, you remember drinking until you are blissfully numb and without a care in the world. Most of the evening had been spent chatting to Nayeon and Hana but when they become distracted with flirting with their crushes, you are left alone. It isnât much long after that you stumble into Jungkook. Drunkenly dancing to the upbeat thump of music that reverberated around the room, you had, somehow, lost your footing. As you fall into the thick crowd, a pair of strong hands reach out to swiftly catch onto yours arms and hold you up. Jungkookâs surprised when you donât bother pushing him away and let him help straighten you up. Clearly, youâre much too drunk to function, and he makes sure to hold you at a comfortable distance away from him. Then, there, under the dim lights of the room, you are met with his typical smirk tugging at his luscious pink lips (which you find yourself gazing at for longer than necessary).Â
âAh, if it isnât Jeon Jungkook,â You rasp. You sway dangerously in his hold and nearly fall to the floor again. He tightens his grip on you and catches you once more before you can slip away. âWhat do you want from me tonight?â
âHey, you bumped into me. Iâm just being nice and making sure you donât face-plant the floor.âÂ
âYeah, but of course you had to be right beside me. I think Iâd rather have face-planted the floor.â
He quirks a brow. He feigns dropping you, momentarily loosening his grip just enough for you to come flailing forward with a yelp of surprise. He doesnât let you fall too far, though, and catches onto you swiftly once more, hooking his arm around your waist. When you meet his stare with a scowl, he grins. âYou were saying?â
âDo you remember that one time you told me I never have fun?âÂ
âNot really.â
âAh, well, you say a lot of shit to me,â You say. âBut that stuck out the most. You called me a dementor. A dementor. My thirteen year old self never forgot that.â
Jungkook winces at how carefree you seemed to say it, at how you still remembered it three years later. His hands drop from you once youâre steady and he runs his fingers through his locks, softly pushing them up and out of his eyes before they ultimately fall flat against his forehead once more.Â
âI didnât mean it,â he says. âI mean, look at you now. You seem to be having a lot of fun. How drunk are you anyway?â
âItâs not fun when it feels like Iâm trying to prove a point to you,â You sigh. âBut I already know you donât care about me.â
âThatâs not true,â Jungkook says. âYouâre the one who doesnât care about me.â
You burst out into a fit of mocking laughter and shake your head at him. Swaying forward, almost precariously close to him, you tap the tip of his nose with your finger. âJeon Jungkook, you can be real oblivious.â
And then you are kissing him, pressing your soft lips to his. He doesnât push you away, albeit however incredibly surprised he may be. Instead, as he feels your lips move against his, he finds himself basking in everything that is you. All he can smell is your floral perfume and, passed the liquor that stained your lips, could taste your peach lip balm and the bubble gum you had been chewing earlier in the night. He hates how much he loves it. His hands lift to rest on either side of your face and he gently brings you closer to him, his tongue laving at your peach flavoured lower lip. He hears you moan softly in content as you melt against his chest, your fingers suddenly tugging desperately at the hair at the nape of his neck. Itâs then that you realize that all you can smell is the scent of freshly cut grass and his lemony shampoo, but all you can taste is something warm and sugary that feels all too comforting.
You come to the conclusion in your drunken mind that you would have loved to keep kissing him. That, maybe, kissing Jeon Jungkook wasnât so bad. But then just as suddenly as you had kissed him, he is pulling away from you, sending you crashing and burning down from your reverie. With swollen pink lips, wide eyes, and dishevelled hair, Jungkook shakes his head abruptly and mumbles a quiet, âIâm sorry.âÂ
He flees from your grasp and from the party before you can stop him â and it is in that moment that you began to hate Jungkook, but not more than you hate yourself for actually enjoying the way it felt to kiss someone like him. You would never learn why he had left so soon until much later when he tells you that he didnât want you to regret anything you did drunk â didnât want you to regret kissing someone like him when you had seemed to hate him for years prior.
In the second half of sixth year, when you begin to fail Potions, your Professor does what he thinks is best and pairs you with Jungkook, the smartest student in his class. Hearing that Jungkook, of all people, is remarkable at Potions doesnât come as a surprise. You are quick to learn just why he had been placed into Ravenclaw, carrying their impressive ambition and intelligence. If anything, you are almost jealous of how easily he seems to pick up on things and can reproduce them at top notch quality.
Your friendship with him is still strained and is perhaps even worse than it had once been ever since the night of the party. Neither of you talk about the moment and, from what either of you were concerned, both of you had long since forgotten the night had ever happened. Unbeknownst to you is that when Jungkook sees how cold and distant you become in the days after, he refuses to tell you the truth that the kiss is always on his mind. So, when you are forced to work with him for any assignments or in-class work, most of your conversations end in constant bickering. Miraculously, somehow, your grades do gradually begin to pick up.Â
One day, when you both walk into class, you are greeted to the sight of a smoldering cauldron placed neatly on top of your Professorâs desk, a beautiful scent filling the room that seems to be coming specifically from whatever has been brewing. The liquid contents within contains a mother-of-pearl sheen and clear smoke spirals from it in wisps. As soon as everyone is seated at their desks, your Professor steps forward and begins his lecture.
âGood evening, class!â he chirps. âToday we have a very exciting lecture that has to do with what is currently sitting on my desk. Now, can anyone tell me what exactly it is?â
A few shouts of guesses are tossed into the air but all are wrong as your Professor simply shakes his head. Jungkook raises his hand casually and your Professor points enthusiastically at him.Â
âYes, Jungkook?â
âItâs Amortentia,â he says.
âRight you are, my boy!â Your Professor beams. âFive points to Ravenclaw! This is, in fact, Amortentia. Now, for those of you who do not know what it is, that is perhaps all the best. But as it is, itâs important to educate you on the various effects each potion can have on a being and why someone should, or should not, administer it. Amortentia, simply put, is a love potion.â
Gasps of awe and murmurs from certain students circulate the room as your Professor carries on.
âAnd not just any love potion â the most powerful love potion in the world,â he says. âIf anyone were to receive such a potion, it would cause an intense infatuation and obsession on the drinker. However, the potion must be continuously administered to the drinker or else the effects will wear off and the drinker will regain his or her conscience and free will. Now, if you ever wanted to know how to identify Amortentia, you can rely on its very distinct smell. Differing on the person who smells it, it will always morph into the scent of whomever you desire most. For instance, I smell lemon drops, toothpaste, and parchment paper. You may all smell something different.â
A handful of students lean forward in their seat, desperately moving closer to the cauldron and the potion that carried such charming scents. Despite not wanting to show your immediate interest in something as strange as a love potion, you sit back in your seat but inhale a slow, deep breath of air and the scent that makes your heart skip a beat. It would pose as an obstacle to focusing on the lecture as your Professor carried on, though you find youâre not the only one so easily distracted by it. Halfway through the class, he stops his lecture and informs the students of their task for the evening: replicating Amortentia perfectly with the help of the partner sitting next to them.
So, you and Jungkook immediately head to work, beginning the tedious process of preparing ingredients and brewing the potion. Naturally, your own potion brewing goes faster than others as Jungkook seems to know what to do with everything. For the most part, you sit back and watch, as Jungkook refuses your help any time you offer, claiming you would only just slow him down. When itâs done, and the entire class is still halfway through theirs, you fold your arms over your chest and look up at Jungkook, noting the way his eyebrows scrunch together as he peers down at the glistening potion.
âI canât smell anything,â You say. âDid you even do this right?â
Jungkook grimaces, though his stare falters. He doesnât admit it aloud, but he worries for a moment that maybe he isnât as good at Potions as he thought he was. In the next second, he scowls and shoots you a look.
âWhat kind of question is that?â he asks. âOf course I did it right! I followed everything properly. It even looks perfect.â
âWell, obviously it isnât perfect if neither of us can smell anything,â You say.
âWell,â Jungkook says, irritated, âmaybe if you didnât bathe yourself in your ridiculous floral perfume, I could smell something.â
âMe?â Your mouth drops open in an appalled gap. âNow itâs my fault? Youâre one to talk. Did you have practice this morning? All I can smell is grass and your stupid lemon shampoo or whatever it is. Itâs disgusting.â
The bickering continues on between the two of you until youâve seemingly grabbed the attention of the entire class. Near the very end of the period, itâs Taehyung who finally says something, leaning back in his chair to look at the two of you.Â
âJungkook didnât have practice this morning,â he says. âHe also didnât shower because he slept in late. Or did you forget that, Jungkook?â
âAnd Y/N?â Nayeon chimes in from beside you. âDidnât you run out of your perfume last week?â
Jungkook clamps his mouth shut. Your own heart stops. Suddenly, your face is burning intensely and Jungkookâs own cheeks are pinched a bright red as, slowly, the realization seems to dawn on the both of you. Chuckles emit from your friends as your Professor signals that the time is up. You donât dare look at Jungkook as your Professor grades each potion, and then anxiously await the chance to dash out the door when your Professor claims yours and Jungkookâs potion was done just perfect. As soon as he moves on to the next pair, you have gathered your belongings and have darted out the room. You are nearly halfway down the corridor when you hear Jungkook calling after you, begging you to stop.
âY/N! Hey, Y/N! Wait up, please!â
Your feet quicken in pace as you round the corner. Just when you think youâre free, you feel a hand clasp around your wrist and pull you back into a hardened figure. Jungkook. Heâs standing so incredibly close to you now, his gaze softening as he looks you once over. You can only avoid his stare, though your eyes fall to the distraction that is his hand clamped around your wrist.Â
âI really am not in the mood to talk right now, Jungkook,â You mumble. âJust leave me alone.â
âWhat else did you smell?â Jungkook asks.
His question makes you stop. Itâs what causes you to carefully lift your stare to look at him.
âWhat?â You stammer. âWhat does it matter?â
âJust tell me, please,â he says, his grip tightening around your wrist. âI need to know.â
You could have shaken your head at him, pushed him away and walked off, but the longer you stare at him, the faster you begin to cave. Your mind is instantly brought back to just moments ago and the love potion that had filled your senses. As you think about all the lovely things you could smell, you whisper the answer in a sheepish voice:
âStrawberries.â
There is a split moment where all you can see is Jungkookâs beaming grin before he is pulling you toward him for a kiss that nearly sweeps you off your feet. You collapse against his broad chest, your hands flying up to bundle in his shirt and pull at him tightly as he kisses you and kisses you. You wonder why he had done so spontaneously but then it seems to hit you.
All you can smell on Jungkook, all you can taste, is lemon, grass, and strawberries.Â
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Young Mikey x Reader!
Warn! no warnings today! enjoy!
It's not often Mikey and I have a quarrel. We do bicker here and there, but that's what happens between friends, right?
I've joined Toman for almost a year nowâ although I've known Manjiro for much longer. I met him through Emma, who is a big friend of mine for as long as I can remember. She was there for me at times when I felt like there was no exit, no light. She's an extremely important part of my lifeâ of me.
I've come to realize that I have been spending more and more time near Mikey, which is not bad, I do enjoy his presence. He may look tough and intimidating but he's just like a mochi: freezing cold on the outside but melting saccharine inside. Now that I'm a part of the gang and actually get to know and participate, I've gotten closer to him. Here and there Mikey invites me out.
"So, it's like a date?" I'd smirk suggestively at him.
"In your dreams." He'd try to hide his smile and he'd look away.
However, there are a few little habits he has that tend to send me on a rage trip. I get mad easily. Things will likely set on fire quickly. It's not that I want to, but my mother is not one of the most patient people in the world and she tells me to cool down. As if.
This last week was the cherry on top.
Mikey had crossed the line. He had pissed me off in every single way possible. He pretended not to listen to me while he was eating. He would answer me in a "oh, I don't really fucking care about what you're talking about!" way. He tripped while he was laughing hysterically at something Draken had said and his pink lemonade was all over my white shirt. He drew in an assignment that was due to the next day for my math class. He told me off for no reason at all in front of everyone in the last Toman's meeting... all of that wasn't on purpose. I am aware of how incredibly short his attention spam is when it comes to not so important affairs. But, fuck, couldn't he just be a little nicer to me? At least during last week where I was having sharp cramps in my fucking uterus? Yeah, maybe he didn't know that because I try not to be so obvious. But when he told us we'd be training last thursday I almost laid on the ground in fetal position and cried for hours. I didn't! I fought and then went home and cried.
Then, this Saturdayâ today âhe invited me to his house to hang out. Emma was with a friend and his grandfather was out of town. When he called me to his house we never did much. We'd watch TV, hang out on the couch discussing stupid stuff, we'd be on our phones... nothing so wow. It was still fun, though.
I wasn't in the best mood to leave my comfy bed but I was way less in the mood to fight him off over the phone. So I slid out of the bed and dressed the first jeans I saw laying on the end of my bed and the oversized Nirvana shirt hanging off my chair (it's actually my dad's shirt, shhh).
~
I knocked twice on his bedroom's door.
"Come in." He yelled from inside. I open the door and he's laying on the bed, his head hanging off of it and his hair is almost touching the floor. His face lit up and he rolled over so he laid on his stomach. I walk over and sit down beside him.
"What's up with the frown?" I didn't notice I was frowning to be honest. Guess the bad mood followed me here.
I shrug.
"Ugh, don't tell me you're in a bad mood." He whines. "I called you here to chill and you're already angry. What's up?" He lays on his pillow and swings his legs to place them on my lap. I huff and shove them off, getting up.
"You've been treating me like shit the whole week and now you wanna chill?" I say, more calm than I thought.
"I did not treat you like shit this week? When do I treat you like shit?" His tone was one of disbelief and confusion.
"Ah, Mikey. Embarrassing me in front of the rest of gang; spilling your drink on my school shirt, which is now stained; ignoring me or answering like you're bored..." I list them off on my fingers. "I am the one who asks, what's up with you?! God, you're always being so unpredictable, which is good sometimes but not like this! Not to me!"
I flop down on the couch, starting to get tired of this whole thing. Knowing Mikey, I know that he'll not lay down again.
"So you're the only one allowed to have bad days now?" He sits on the edge of his bed and I turn my head around lazily, uninterested, bored, like him.
"You were laughing incredibly loud with Takemitchi and Draken friday."
"You can be so annoying sometimes."
"Oh, I'm the annoying one now?" I stand up.
"If you don't like my company, why did you even come in first place?" He also stands. We don't have much height difference, but he's hardly two inches taller than me.
His voice is calm, like always. Which makes me infuriated. "Fucking hell! Does it hurt for you to apologize!?" My sudden outburst takes him on surprise, and me, too.
"I already apologized, stop whining about it."
"I'm not whiningâ"
"If you weren't," he walks to his desk and sets a cup that was once beside his bed down. "You would've dropped this matter before."
"You don't give a damn about what I feel, do you, Mikey?"
"What?" He turns around, brows knit together.
"You heard me. You made me have a bad week and the least you could do is apologize, you dumbass!" I stomp to his direction.
"I already did! Why don't youâ"
"Shut up or I'll punch you." I say, slightly looking up.
His eyebrows twitch and he slowly tilts his head to the side, like a puppy. "Or what.. ?"
"Are you fucking deaf?" I point to my ears.
He comes a little closer. "You're gonna do what if I don't shut up?"
"I'm going to punch you if you don't stop being a brat." I sneer at him. My blood boiling. The stress from this shitty past week overflowing in that moment.
"Oh, yeah?" I could feel his breath oh my nose.
"What? Are you doubting me? I would." I jerk up an eyebrow. I've never fought physically with him. But it's not like I can't.
"I'd like to see you try." His eyes flicker to my lips for a brief second and my breath fails, making me cough.
"What? Can't punch me?" He amuses.
"Fuck you."
Suddenly I feel an arm sneak around my waist and in a second I'm chest to chest with Mikey. My eyes widenâ his were peaceful as ever, although superior.
"Do it." He says, looking down at me.
The way he's holding me is making my head spin. True, Mikey is cute...
"Do what?"
He laughs at my confused expression. "I don't know... what did you say you'd do to me?"
Ha ha.
His hold on me tightens.
"Do whatever is on your mind." He says.
My eyes roam free between his eyes and his soft pink lips. Do whatever is on your mind.
If he knew what was on my mind, would he still allow me to?
"Do it," he encourages me once again, "aren't you the 'oh so brave' one? Punch me, yell at me, do whatever you want to me."
Those words were the last push I needed. My hands find the soft skin of his neck, hidden by his long hair. I pull him close and lock our lips together. I feel him making a little sound, I don't know if it was surprise or relief.
If by just looking at it his lips seemed soft, actually touching it felt like kissing cotton candy or guessing cloud shapes.
He didn't pull back, in fact, he held me with both hands. I have no clue how he did that but it seemed as though all of my worries dissipated as we kissed.
My heart was beating so fast that it made my chest hurt. My head started to pound when I spent a little too long without air. I pull back from his lips and keep my gaze on them as I breathe heavily.
"Hm." He hums quietly, almost dreamily if you'd ask me.
I look up at his face and smile a bit, noticing how his cheeks are pink. I lift an eyebrow up as if asking what he was thinking. He shakes his head and then puts his right hand on my cheek, caressing it. He kisses me again. This time is slower. As though being present in the moment. As if it were just me and him and nothing else.
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when i kissed the teacher.
summary: the one man you want more than anything is the one man you canât have - your english professor.
warnings: teacher/student relationship, age gap (implied), f receiving oral, whole lotta smut, whole lotta feelings, whole lotta angst
word count: 14.7k (strap in)
song inspo.: when i kissed the teacher - abba
There was something special about Professor Styles.
You knew it, and so did every other girl who took his class. Your less-than-appropriate feelings about him were shared and that shouldâve made you feel better about having them - at least you werenât as obvious as some of the other girls who obviously took a fancy to your English professor. You applauded their efforts, showing up to classes in short skirts and low cut tops in the hopes that theyâd catch his eyes drifting down to their chests while he passed out your essays -
But they hadnât had any luck yet. He was a very respectable man, and more than his looks, that was what you appreciated about him. He was passionate about English, with a curriculum that appealed to you from the very first day and essay topics that forced you to look deeper into every book that the class read. He was one of the youngest professors on campus and you could tell something about that seemed to motivate him - to not be seen as a joke by the older professors, to be taken seriously by the students, some of which weren't much younger than him.
You decided, after your very first class with him, that, in any other universe, youâd have fallen in love with him. Or perhaps tried to jump his bones immediately.
Something of that sort.
As classes progressed you found yourself only liking him more. His classes were as difficult as youâd anticipated and you should have hated it, hated how much work and effort you had to put into every assignment but you absolutely adored it. You loved doing his essays, loved the novels he picked, loved the look on his face when he handed back your assignments with a 100% scribbled on top.
Most of your assignments, at least.
It didnât really make sense to you, why your 1984 analysis should have gotten a 71%. Truthfully, youâd felt confident while writing it - it was such an easy analysis that youâd decided to go a little deeper, spending more time on it than was necessary, because you were sure heâd be tired of reading the same essay from everybody over and over again. So you gave him something different and maybe you should have stuck to analyzing the same themes that everyone else did.
âIf any of you are confused about your grade,â Professor Styles announces to the class when everyone has gotten their essays back, time left in class slowly ticking down, âplease feel free to see me after class. Mâhappy to discuss any concerns with you.â
Perhaps youâre being paranoid, but you couldâve sworn you felt his eyes land on you.
Class ends within a few minutes and you take your time packing your things back into your bag, waiting until the last kid has trickled from the lecture hall before swinging your bag over your shoulder and making your way down to his office. The door is cracked open and heâs barely sat down at his desk when you knock, flashing him a smile before pushing the door open a bit more.
You clear your throat before saying, âHey, um, sorry to bother you - â he interrupts you, telling you that itâs no bother at all â - Iâm just kind of confused on why I did badly on this essay.â
He nods, motioning for you to come in, and you step inside before shutting the door behind you. His office is small and cramped, with bookshelves lining the walls and a couch pressed into the corner. Itâs a good vibe, you have to admit, although slightly messy. Perhaps youâd describe it as cozy, and it seems to fit him well.Â
Thereâs an empty seat in front of his desk and you sit down in it awkwardly, placing your essay in front of him. His eyes skim the first page before he tells you, âYou usually do really well on essays, and this was ⊠a really easy one.â
âI know,â you tell him, leaning forward to try and read what heâs reading. âI just thought you might be looking for something more complex. It seemed too simple.â When you look up, heâs staring at you, and you feel heat flood to your cheeks. âI donât - I donât know.â
âIt really is that simple, I promise,â Professor Styles informs you, and he pushes your essay back to you. âBut youâre one of my best students, and I donât want to let this bring down your grade. So, I have an idea for how you can make it up.â
Your mind runs through all the ways youâd want to make it up to him - most of them involve you being on your knees, and you cough into your elbow. He doesnât know what youâre thinking, but it doesnât stop you from feeling embarrassed about it. Fantasizing about your professor from across the lecture hall is one thing, but youâre barely a foot apart from him now and youâre almost nervous he can hear your thoughts.
âIâll do anything.â And you donât care about the ways he could interpret it. He drums his fingers on his desk, and when you look down at his hand, you notice with a start that his nails are painted - youâd never seen that before, but youâd also never been this close to him, you suppose. You wonder if he gets them done or if he does them himself - you canât picture him going to a salon, and the thought of him painting his own nails could make you cum on its own.
You donât realize heâs been speaking until you zone back in, and when you look back up at him, he furrows his brows at you. âAre you okay?â
âYeah, sorry.â You shake your head. âJust - um - could you repeat that?â His eyes linger on you for just a beat too long, and your face flushes again. âSo distracted,â he murmurs in a faux chastising tone, and your stomach flips. âWhat I said was that Iâm willing to put this essay in as a 97 - your average for the class - if you would help me with grading some things. Not too heavy, maybe an hour or two after class. Iâve been falling behind with a lot of my classes and Iâve been looking for help, anyway, so it works out for both of us.â
Jesus Christ. Spending an extra hour every day with Professor Styles sounds like a recipe for disaster, and yet it also sounds completely perfect at the same time, and youâre nodding before you can fully process the pros and cons of the situation. âThat sounds great. I mean, really - thank you so much.â
âSâmy pleasure,â he informs you, giving you a large, dimpled smile. âSo, after class, tomorrow - when Iâm caught up and donât need your help anymore, youâre off the hook.âÂ
âGot it.â you stand, grabbing your essay and your bag and making your way towards the door. âIâll see you tomorrow, then.â
âTomorrow,â he echoes, and the last thing you see before you shut the door is him, bringing his hand up to wave you off.
 ---
 When class concludes the next day you maintain the same habit as you did the day prior - watching every student trickle out the door before swinging your bag over your shoulders, grabbing the two cups of tea that youâd made before class and making your way down to the front of the lecture hall.
Professor Styles stands in the doorway of his office, holding the door open for you - you make your way inside with a tight, only slightly awkward smile. His eyes roll over the two cups that youâre holding and he asks, with a mildly amused inflection in his voice, âI guess you like tea quite a bit, then?â
You smile, looking down at your cups, and when he shuts the door you hold one out to him. âI do like it a lot, but this oneâs for you. You know, to say thank you for giving me a freebie, and also because you look like the kind of guy who loves tea.â
He laughs and your grin widens at the noise - god, itâs like music to your ears, and you would do anything to keep hearing it from him. He reaches out to take the cup from you and brings it up to his mouth, taking a small sip - when heâs done his tongue pokes out to lap up a bit of tea from his lip, and you try to ignore how much the minuscule motion affects you. âThis is perfect, Y/N. Just the way I like it. Youâre an angel.â Your cheeks heat up, and then he says, âBut you donât need to thank me. Iâm probably gaining more from this arrangement than you are, truthfully. People are starting to get annoyed with how Iâve been falling behind grading, which is where you come in.â
Yes, youâd heard the girls next to you whispering about how bothersome it was that theyâd submitted three essays in the past month and had only gotten one back. Why does he give out so much work if heâs never gonna hand it back?Â
It didnât bother you too much.
âWell - alright, then. Youâre welcome for helping you grade,â you tell him, pulling out the chair in front of his desk and settling in, dropping your bag beside you. You take another brief moment to glance around his office, as though expecting something to change, but itâs the same distinctly messy, cramped office that it had been yesterday. At some point, you should tell him that he ought to clean out his space, but thatâs not what youâre here for - yet.
Professor Styles nods, making his way to the other side of his desk and plopping down in his spinning chair - it was quite nice, and made you wonder why the one you sat in seemed to be falling apart at the seams. But, then, you supposed teacher salary didnât leave room for spectacular seating. âSee, thatâs the spirit.â All at once, the casual discussion between the pair of you died as he dug in the drawers of his desk for something - and then he plopped a large stack of papers on the table between you both. âThis isnât all of them - not even close. Youâre very smart, so this should be pretty easy for you. Just read through them, add any notes, things they need to work on, and look at the rubric for a final grade.â
You nod, picking the first essay off the top of the pile and reaching for a pen from the cup on his desk - itâs a coffee mug with the Rumours by Fleetwood Mac album cover on it, and you take a moment to marvel at it briefly. âYou like Fleetwood?â you question, voice seeming unnaturally loud in the sudden quiet of his office. âDidnât strike me as that kind of guy.â
He looks up, then, from where heâd already begun scribbling bright red notes into the margin of someoneâs essay. His eyes trail down to the mug full of pens, and then back up to meet yours. âYou seem to make a lot of assumptions about the kind of guy I am. Whatâs that all about?â
âNothing,â you assure him, your voice faux sweet and innocent, and he smiles slightly. âBut Iâm glad you have an appreciation for really good music. I was worried your music taste would be terrible, and then Iâd have to live with the knowledge that Professor Styles exclusively listens to Justin Bieber.â
Your professor rolls his eyes, smile tugging at his lips. âYou know,â he begins, âyou donât have to call me Professor Styles. Not outside of class, at least. It sounds weird when itâs just the pair of us here.â
âOh.â You pause. âWhat should I call you, then?â
âHarryâs fine.â
Harry Styles. The name flows easily off the tongue as you test it out in a teasing tone, your eyes meeting his as you do, and your cheeks flush. You donât know if it's commonplace for professors to allow random students to drop formalities and call them by their first names but youâll accept it anyway - all you know is that, when you go home tonight, the thought of calling him Harry will fill your mind until you canât stand it anymore.Â
Harry as he buries his face between your thighs.
Harry as he pounds you into the mattress.
Harry as he bends you over his desk - this desk - the one youâre sitting at right now.
You cough into your arm and pick up your pen, pressing your thighs together to try and alleviate the throbbing thatâs now affecting your body. You shouldâve known not to let your mind wander because youâve barely been here for 15 minutes and you already feel like you need to go rub one out in the bathroom. But you pause - take a sip of your tea, though itâs nearly gone from drinking it so much in class - and get to work grading Brianna Valeriaâs essay on Death Comes to the Archbishop. The rubric sits on the desk next to you and you bury yourself in your work - if Harry notices the sudden silence thatâs overtaken you, he doesnât mention it.
For the rest of the hour, the pair of you work in silence. Itâs comforting and surprisingly not awkward, and occasionally you ask his opinion on something one of his students wrote in their essays, but the playful banter youâd had before has dissipated. Youâve finished your tea and you suspect he has, as well, with the way heâs been feverishly drinking it.
âOh,â he says, suddenly, and you glance up from where youâre in the middle of scribbling red notes into the margins of Alexander Simmonsâ essay. âYou should probably get going.â
One quick glance down at your phone proves that heâs right, and you rise from the extremely uncomfortable seat youâve been perched in for the hour - you can practically hear your butt crying in relief. âThank you so much for the tea,â Harry tells you, handing back his cup, and itâs empty, like you expected. âAnd - um. You donât have to call me Harry if it makes you uncomfortable. Just thought it would be less formal, but if you donât want to, itâs fine.â
Ah. He took your silence as you being uncomfortable calling him Harry. Well, itâs better than him knowing just how wet the sentiment made you, but you shake your head immediately. âNo. No, I prefer calling you Harry. Youâre right - itâs weird when itâs just us.â
He grins at you, then, standing up from his seat and stretching his arms over his head. âWell, Iâll see you tomorrow, then, Ms. Y/L/N.â
âYou know, if Iâm calling you Harry now, I think you should drop formalities too. Make it equal.â
âOkay ⊠Y/N. Iâll see you tomorrow.â
âBye, Harry,â you tell him, turning and walking out of his office with your phone in your pocket and two cups in your hands, blissfully unaware of your abandoned bag still sitting next to the terribly uncomfortable chair youâd been all too quick to leave.
 --
 Itâs only when youâve finished the trek back to your dorm, the sun beginning to lower down into the horizon, that the absence of your bag on your shoulder becomes prominent.
You canât get into your building without your key and your key is in your bag and your bag is ⊠back in Harryâs office, where you nearly made yourself cum just thinking about him. And the thought of having to go back across campus, back to his office, when he might not even be there, is not favorable, but you need your key and you need to bang out homework tonight, so with a soft groan you spin on your heel, walking away from the warm comfort of your building and making your way back to his.
As summer bled into fall and fall begins to bleed into winter, the weather has changed so drastically in just the past week or so that you tug your cardigan closer to your body, but the air that seeps through the holes in the crocheted sweater send goosebumps trailing up and down your body. The wind whips your face and brings tears to your eyes that run down your cheeks, and when youâre finally at the door of Harryâs building itâs a welcome surprise to walk inside, allowing the warmth to embrace you - even if the shock of the changing temperatures causes your eyes to water again.
His office is on the 2nd floor, so you pull open the door to the staircase and make your way up the two flights. Most professors have gone home for the day, classrooms dark as you speed past them to where you know his office is.Â
His office is dark and your heart sinks at the sight - there are a few posters pinned to the small window, but you can see the lack of light clear as day. Your hand grasps the doorknob anyway, turning it without any hope that it would open - but then it was, giving you access to his dark office, and by the seat youâd occupied later you can make out your bag.
A breath of relief escapes your throat as you take a step inside, reaching down to swing it over your shoulder before turning to leave. And then you hear it - a small breath, an indicator of someone else in the room, and you whip around to look back around at the office.
Oh.
Harry sits in his chair, face buried in his arms, fast asleep. His hair is messy and in front of him sits the stack of essays youâd been working at early, hardly any smaller than when youâd left. It would nearly be an adorable sight - your professor, passed out at his desk - but it just seems concerning, and without thinking youâve leaned over the desk, placing your hand on his shoulder and shaking him slightly.
âProfessor?â your voice is soft, barely audible, and you speak louder when you say, âHarry?â
He doesnât respond, so you say, louder still, âHarry?â
Then he stirs slightly under your touch, and you drop your hand from his shoulder as he lifts his head from where it had been resting on his arms, looking up at you with messy eyebrows and a thoroughly confused expression on his face. âWhat - what are you doing here?â Jesus. His voice is deep and raspy, sounding as though heâd been sleeping for ages instead of merely less than an hour, and if his present state wasnât slightly concerning to you, you know that youâd feel the effects of his words between your thighs. But you pause, staring down at him, before asking, âWhat are you still doing here?â
âJust working on some grading.â He runs a hand through his hair, looking around the darkened office with an air of distinct confusion.
âWith all due respect, Harry,â you tell him, adjusting your bag on your shoulder. âI think youâre burning yourself out. You should go home.â
He hesitates, and then questions, âWhy are you here? I thought you left -â
âI forgot my bag,â and you hold it up to demonstrate it to him. âAre you going to go home? Iâm serious - you need a break. And to sleep on a bed.â
âIâm fine,â Harry says, and he stands up from his chair. It moves back and hits the wall with a soft thud that goes unnoticed by both of you. âYou should go home, too. I need to finish some stuff up. Iâll see you tomorrow, Y/N.â
To neither of your surprise, you donât move from your spot standing before his desk. You cross your arms over your chest, digging your sneakered toe into the plush rug on the floor of his office - you hadnât noticed it before, but itâs pale blue and bright against the mahogany floors. The brief silence between you two, daring either of you to speak, fills the confined space and all you can hear is the ticking of the clock behind you, and finally you say, âYouâre not going to get anything done when youâre exhausted. I mean, you fell asleep on the essays. How are you going to explain why thereâs drool on their assignments?â
He gives you a tight lipped smile in response, looking down at the essay heâd been working on as if to check that no saliva had landed on the words. âYou caught me at a bad time. I donât usually fall asleep on top of student essays, I promise - but you should be heading out now. Itâs getting dark.â
It is getting dark, heâs right - the window behind his desk shows the darkness that newly falls over the campus. And the thought of walking home in the dark scares you just a bit, but youâll suck it up if it gets him to go home too. âHarry.â
âY/N.â
âIâll help you grade tomorrow. But youâre fucking yourself here -â
(Harry laughs at your choice of words internally, but it comes out as a small release of air and a soft grin.)
â - so come on. Walk out with me so I can make sure youâre actually going home.â
Perhaps heâs realized heâs fighting a losing battle here, because finally he looks back down at the stack of ungraded essays with a small sigh and then says, âFine.â
âGreat.â Your grin widens across your face, and for a moment you make to hold out your hand to him, to drag him along like you would to any of your friends - but the second your hand raises you drop it down to your side, and heat burns your cheeks. Heâs not one of your other friends, you tell yourself, stepping out of his office, hearing him walk behind you. And you canât hold his hand, even as a joke.
âWhereâs your dorm?â Harry asks you as he locks the door to his office and jiggles the handle to check it, and you jump at the chance to forget about what happened - you donât want to dwell on it. âIs it far?â
âAcross campus.â You raise your arm and point in the distinct direction of where your building is. âCloser to the cafeteria, I guess.â
âChrist, you have a trek, then, donât you?â
âYeah.â The pair of you make your way to the staircase, and from the corner of the eye you can see his head turning left and right down the hallway, as if scanning to see if thereâs anyone coming - you can imagine it wouldnât be great for him to be seen with a student long after classes ended. âI had to haul ass there and back to get my bag.â
He doesnât respond for a moment, not until youâve left the warm building and made your way into the cold air, the sun now having retreated for the night, and immediately you wrap your sweater tighter around yourself to try and provide some semblance of warmth. Harry glances down at you with a bemused smile, and you hoist your bag further up your shoulder.
âWell,â you sigh, breath coming out in white puffs. âIâll see you tomorrow, then. Donât burn yourself out, professor. And get a good nightâs rest.â
Harry rolls his eyes. âShouldnât I be telling you that?â
âMaybe.â You grin, feeling goosebumps sprout on your skin, and you shiver before turning in the direction of your dorm - the thought of walking home in the dark and cold doesnât sound too great, but youâve become good at dealing with it. âGoodnight, Harry.â
He doesnât respond, and youâve taken a few steps away when he calls out, âDâyou want a ride?â
What?
âYâknow, like a ride back to your dorm. I can drop you off in the back - itâs just really cold and Iâm sure you donât want to walk so far in the dark.â
You turn back around to look at him, his cheeks a light shade of pink - whether from the cold or his offer, you canât tell. And youâd love to jump in his car, accept his offer without a shadow of hesitation, but - âIs that allowed?â
Harry shrugs, and you know thatâs code for absolutely not. âNo one has to find out.â
(Your stomach drops, then.)
âSure.â You take a few steps back towards him, and he spins on his heel, leading you to his car, and you walk in silence until you reach it. By the time youâre both safely in his car - his head turning every so often to check if there was anyone watching the pair of you - youâre shivering desperately, and you know you would have been positively miserable walking back to your dorm in these temperatures. âThank you so much, Harry.â
âSâno problem, really.â His hand goes behind your seat as he turns to look behind him, and you hate the way the simple action makes you feel. âIâd rather know you get home safe than have you walk so far in the dark. Pretty girl like you, can never be too careful.â
You pause, cheek pressed against the cold window, and turn to look at him with a small smile. âOoh, Iâm a pretty girl now?â
âWasnât the point, Y/N,â Harry mutters, dropping his hand onto the center console, and if it were anyone else driving you like this, youâd rest your hand on top of his, intertwining your fingers and pressing your palms together. But heâs your professor, as much as youâre beginning to wish he werenât, so you slide your hands beneath your thighs. âWhich building, again?â
âMcKinley,â you respond, voice barely louder than the sound of the heat blasting into his car.Â
His car smells like eucalyptus and mint, and itâs surprisingly clean compared to his office - you wonder if his house is messy or clean, or a balanced mix, because you canât quite catch a vibe for whether heâs organized or not. But, no - youâll never see his house, surely. You canât.Â
âI used to date a girl who lived at McKinley,â he tells you, and you exhale slowly. You can tell heâs merely trying to make conversation but the sentiment isnât making your internal conflicts any easier to manage. âReal nice dorms.â
âTheyâre alright.â In fact, youâve been at university for 3 years and resided in 3 different dormitories and theyâre your least favourite, with furniture thatâs too big for rooms that are too small and bathrooms that can hardly fit more than 5 people, but you donât tell him that. âNot the greatest.â
âSâwhat she told me, too,â Harry says, and you smile down at your lap, but you canât find anything else to respond to that, so you take to gazing out the window.
Within a few seconds heâs slowing down, and you can recognize the back entrance to your building. You reach down and pick your bag off the ground, digging through it to find your key.
When you have it clutched in your hand, you unbuckle your seatbelt and turn to look at him - to your surprise his eyes are already on you, and you swallow thickly. âUm - thanks for driving me.â
âDonât worry about it.âÂ
You hesitate a moment before turning and swinging open the car door. You hop out and, just before you can shut it, he says, âY/N.â And when you duck your head back into his car, raising your eyebrows, he adds, âPlease donât tell anyone I drove you home. Youâre right - sânot allowed.â
âAlright.â Then, before you can help yourself, you flash him a wide grin and say, âThanks for letting me be the exception, then.â
With that, you shut the door of his car, bounding up to the door of your building, and you swear you can feel his gaze remaining on you before his car drives off, and when you turn back around, itâs gone.
(In the back of your mind, youâre entirely too aware of the fact that merely sitting in his car crossed some sort of line that you didnât know existed until now, but you donât really know how far past it you are - not yet.)
 --
 âI have a question.â
You look up from the rubric youâd been working at - the student whose essay youâre grading hadnât done too well on it, but you were trying to give them the most points you could, anyway. Harryâs looking down at his essay like he hadnât spoken, but when he feels your gaze on him, he continues. âWhy did you care so much? Yesterday. Me grading more sâless work for you to do. I feel like you should be loving that shit.â
Itâs a reasonable question but, for a moment, you struggle thinking of how to answer it without exposing yourself to him. Finally, you give him a grin and say, âWell, if you were sleep deprived, it would make you mean.â He chuckles softly, and you can tell thatâs not the answer he wanted, and it couldnât have been further from the truth. So you add, âI guess Iâm used to being the mom friend. Making sure all of my friends get a good nightâs sleep and whatever.â
Harry pauses. âSo weâre friends, then.â
You shrug, trying to stop the smile from peeking through onto your face. Being friends with Harry sounds positively dreamy and if it could segue into something else - whichitcanât - youâd be the happiest girl alive.
You nod. âYeah, arenât we.â But it isnât a question, and you can see the way his eyes twinkle at your response.
After a moment, you shift in your entirely entirely entirely too bloody uncomfortable chair, the wood making your butt ache. âI have a question, now.â
âYeah?â
âWhyâd you pick the most uncomfortable chair you possibly could for your guests to sit in?â
âGets âem out of my office quicker.â Harry glances up and meets your glare with a laugh. âBut I donât want you to leave, so you can move to the couch, if youâd like.â
You hop out of the chair without a secondâs hesitation, clutching your essay and your pen, flopping down on the couch and feeling your body weight sink into it. God, itâs so soft and your body relaxes into it, the relief of not being confined to the small, wooden chair so magnificent you could scream. Harry watches you with an amused grin, and says, âI feel like youâre being just a bit dramatic here.â
âMe? Dramatic? Never.â You sprawl yourself across the couch, head atop of the armrest, staring up at the white ceiling tiles above you. âIâm telling you, Harry, that chair is terrible. You should burn it.â
âSo dramatic.â
You roll your eyes, sitting up slightly so you can rest your paper on your lap and still manage to scrawl semi-legible notes on this personâs piss poor essay. You wonder, briefly, if this is how Harry felt when heâd graded your 1984 essay, but - well - doesnât matter now. And youâd fail that essay a thousand times over to get to this point, a point of companionship with your professor that youâre not sure any other student has felt with him before. At least, none that heâs told you about. It makes you feel special, and spectacular, and also the tiniest bit confused.
Why are you so special?
Maybe heâs lonely, or heâs merely entertaining your presence because youâre helping him grade, but you swear you can feel something more hidden within the lines of your relationship.
It doesnât really matter, though, even if it is just a tad confusing.
âYou should get going,â Harry tells you after another 15 minutes of you working at grading the essay. âYouâve been here for nearly two hours, bloody hell, wasnât watching the time at all.â
âI donât mind,â you say, though, in truth, you do have quite a bit of homework to work on later. âDonât really have anything else to do.â
You sit up anyway, swinging your legs over the edge of the couch and stretching your arms above your head. Tiredness is beginning to affect you but you try not to let it.
âWell, in any case, you should be heading out now.â Harry nods his head towards the window behind him, the blinds pulled up so you can see the sun, nearly completely sunk below the horizon, the sky fading from reds and oranges to a dark shade of blue.
âWhat about you, professor?â
âWhat about me?â âYouâre going home now too - right?â
He looks at you with a faux annoyed glare, but he canât help the amusement from seeping through his features, and finally he breaks your stare with an exhale of breath. âI donât think Iâll ever win this against you, will I?â
And you shake your head in response. âNever. So letâs go. Get your things.â
You take the next five minutes to gather all your stuff - resting the essay on top of his desk, sliding your phone and water bottle into your backpack, and zipping your bag shut - as Harry grabs his computer bag and his key. The two of you move surprisingly in sync with each other, sorting all of your stuff from around his small office, before making your way outside with him locking the door behind him.
Itâs nearly completely dark, even colder than it had been the day prior. You reach behind you and pull the hood of your sweatshirt over your hair, protecting your ears, at least, from the chill.
You turn and face him, giving him a wide smile. The air is silent around you, surprisingly empty though the bitterness of the cold must be a contributing factor to that. âIâll see you tomorrow, Professor. Make sure you get a good nightâs rest -â
âDonât want a ride?â
Your grin widens, and his eyes sparkle, even in the darkness, at your expression. âWell, of course I do, but itâs rude to invite myself into your car.â
âYouâre not inviting yourself - Iâm inviting you. Or, rather, demanding you. Câmon.â
Harry walks fast and you have to speed up your pace to keep up with him, though you suspect that has something to do with wanting to be free of any wandering eyes as quickly as possible. You recognize his car in the parking lot and bound ahead of him, standing by the passenger side door and wrapping your arms around yourself to try and warm yourself up, and for a moment his pace slows as he stares and looks at you. Standing by his car, holding an incredibly oversized hoodie tight to your body, a wide smile gracing your face.
âStaring is rude, professor,â you inform him as he shakes his head, unlocking his car and climbing into the driverâs seat. âDidnât your mother ever tell you that?â
Your lilt is teasing but you can tell it makes him slightly defensive either way.
âSâhard not to sometimes,â Harry tells you, and you giggle softly.
âSo first, Iâm a pretty girl, and now Iâm hard not to stare at?â You drop your head back against the headrest, blowing air softly out of your mouth as you reach to buckle your seatbelt. âKeep this up, Harry, and my egoâs gonna be too big to even fit in your car.â
Harry laughs at that, resting his hand on your seat to back out of his parking spot. The radio softly plays some pop song that had been overtaking the charts recently, and you hum softly to it before turning your head to look at him. You examine his side profile - perfect, like every other angle of him - as he pulls out of the parking lot, making a left out of it.
He turns to see you watching him, and you watch redness bloom over his cheeks. âStaring is rude, Y/N.â
You smile, about to parrot his previous words back at him - itâs hard not to - but you bite your tongue, gazing at the road in front of you. A light drizzle is beginning to fall, a barely audible pitterpatter on the windshield, and thatâs the only noise, for a moment - that and the radio playing, like a thought in the back of your mind.
The drive to your dorm seems to be taking longer than it had been yesterday and you canât imagine why, but you appreciate just sitting in the car with him. Even if youâre not saying much, listening to his even breathing calms you.
You want to break the silence, though itâs comfortable rather than awkward. You like talking to him, like hearing everything he has to say, but you have no idea what you can possibly tell him that wouldnât seem forced and awkward. So you sit, curling your legs up to your chest as you stare at the streets, and entirely too soon, the back of the McKinley building becomes apparent.
You want to stay in his car forever. Want to stay with him forever.
âThanks for the ride,â you tell him, your voice sounding uncomfortably loud in the soft car. He nods in response, but for a moment neither of you move. You canât bring yourself to leave yet, even if you know you have to, that he might have someone waiting for him at home.
âY/N.â You turn and look at him, your eyes meeting his with your brows furrowed. âUh - if you ever want a ride home, or to class, you can just let me know. Text me.â
âI donât have your number.â
Harryâs cheeks are bright pink and thereâs too much tension in the car, so thick you feel like you could cut it with a knife, and you lean down, unzipping your bag and pulling your phone out.
He takes it from you once you unlock it, going into your contacts and you watch as he types his phone number in, adding the contact name as Harry S. and you think youâll be changing that later. He leaves the contact photo blank, which you expected - if anyone saw the name Harry S. in your phone, the contact photo would give it away.
He hands your phone back to you when heâs done, and your fingers graze his when you take it. âJust text me, then. If you need a ride.â
âAlright.â you give him a smile, unbuckling your seatbelt and pushing open the car door. âThank you, Harry. Really.â
âMy pleasure,â he says, and you grab your bag, hooking your arm underneath the strap and racing up to the back entrance of your building. Itâs only when you get inside, the door firmly shut behind you, that you turn around again, and his car is gone.
 --
 10:52 PM
Y/N: hey professor...itâs y/n. just wanna make sure u have my number saved in case of emergencies
Harry S.: How is it you can have the highest grade of any student in my class and use improper grammar while texting?
Y/N: itâs a talent i guess
Y/N: texting like youâre writing an essay makes ppl v uncomfortable, and i speak from personal experience
Harry S.: So youâre uncomfortable right now, then?
Y/N: nooo, ur different
Harry S.: To quote this girl I know, âthanks for letting me be the exception, then.â
Y/N: how did u remember that? that makes me uncomfortable
Harry S.: Haha.
Harry S.: You should be sleeping right now. Students need their full 8 hours, donât they?
Y/N: so do professors, as i keep telling u, butâŠ
Y/N: i had hw to do, also had to make mac n cheese for dinner
Harry S.: You can do your homework in my office, you know. And then you can probably make it to the refectory for dinner.
Y/N: the food at the refectory sucks
Harry S.: Yeah, youâre right.
Harry S.: But I do feel bad that staying to help me grade made you have to stay up until 11 doing homework.
Y/N: well honestly iâd rather be sitting in ur office talking to u than in my dorm doing american lit work
Harry S.: Whyâs that?
Y/N: ig i like hanging out with u
Y/N: u should feel honored btw
Harry S.: Believe me, I do. And now you should get to bed so youâre not grumpy tomorrow morning.
Y/N: ig i deserved that⊠and iâll only go to bed if u do too
Harry S.: I will.
Y/N: promise??
Harry S.: I promise.
Harry S.: Goodnight.
Y/N: goodnight, professor
 --
 After a week, your arrangement has changed slightly.
Every day, you spend just a bit more time in his office. Then he drives you home, in comfortable silence, and from the minute you step into your dorm, youâre fishing your phone out of your bag to text him. Every night that you lie awake, texting him until you physically canât keep your eyes open, the line that youâve been dipping your toe across falls back even more.
The stack of assignments that need to be graded are beginning to dwindle, and you hate it. Hate to see the pile of ungraded work getting smaller and smaller, because when itâs gone, you probably wonât step foot in his office again.
Truthfully, and as embarrassing as it may be, Harry has become one of your closest friends at school. Heâs funny and nice, and he brought you hot chocolate with powder left unmixed at the bottom after you mentioned thatâs how you used to like it when you were younger, and he plays music on his phone at a low volume while you work on grading.Â
Of course, as your friendship with Harry grows, so does the burning feelings for him that reside in the pit of your stomach day after day. And you know he doesnât feel the same - he canât - and maybe thatâs painful for you, only slightly, but youâve become rather talented at hiding those emotions. He canât know that, everytime he laughs at one of your jokes, your heart swells - and everytime he reads a sentence from one of the essays out loud, using a mocking, deep voice, it makes your stomach flip.
You donât know if youâve ever felt so passionately about anyone, and thatâs scary. Scary to think that the one man you want more than anyone else is the only person you canât have.
âY/N,â he says, and when you look up at him from your spot sprawled on the couch, heâs nibbling at the tip of his pen. âDâyou think this makes sense?â
And he reads you a few lines written by one of his students - a name you recognize from being in your class, you think, but youâve been paying attention less and less to other students during lectures. All you focus on is Harry, his booming voice projecting through the hall as he talks about the stories youâre reading, and every so often his eyes meet yours and the smile that spreads across his face could bring tears to your eyes, if you let it.
âUm - I guess. Itâs worded kind of strangely, donât you think? But Iâd cut them some slack on it.â Harry nods and scribbles something in the margins of Nathalie Carronâs essay before flipping the page. âCan I put in a song request?â
He nods, then, picking up his phone from where it sits on his desk. The Chain plays softly, not too loud to interrupt your train of thought, but not too soft that you canât hear it. ââCourse.â
âHeroes by David Bowie.â You glance back up at him, dropping Hannah Josephâs essay on your stomach. âYou like Bowie, right?â
âWho doesnât, is the real question.â
âYeah, I guess youâre right.â You grin, glancing up at the white tiled ceiling as the song fills the hair, replacing Fleetwood. âYou know, we should make a playlist for grading.â
Harry laughs. âA playlist of just Fleetwood and a dash of Bowie?â
âNo, no. It can have other stuff, too. I mean, we know what we like.â
âAlright, alright.â He picks up his phone again, and you see his thumbs moving feverishly on the screen. âYâknow what, Iâll make it right now and show it to you for approval.â
âMake it good.â You pause, picking your essay up again. âNo Justin Bieber.â
He snorts, and you relish in the noise.
The next ten minutes passes in mainly silence - when Heroes ends, Fleetwood continues, playing Secondhand News, and you hum to the tune. Harryâs ringer is on and you can hear it, the sound of the keyboard on his phone as he searches up song titles, and you rest the essay back on your stomach, writing messy notes with the pen you snatched from the mug on his desk again.
You sit up, suddenly, leaning over to rest Hannahâs fully graded essay on his desk, and instead of reaching for a new one to work on, you push yourself to your knees, resting your palms on his desk and attempting to lean over and peek at the playlist. But he anticipates that - he knows youâre nosy - and tilts his phone towards him, intercepting your attempts to eavesdrop.
âDonât be impatient,â he murmurs, a smile tugging across his lips as he scrolls through something. âIâm almost done.â
You hum in response, dropping back down onto the couch, stretching your entire body across it, head resting on the armrest. The two of you settle back into a comfortable silence - heâs paused the music, by now - lasting only a moment or two before he stands up from his insanely comfortable chair, maneuvering his way around to the couch where youâre lying. He crouches down next to you, handing you his phone, opened to a Spotify playlist, and you greedily snatch the device from him, flicking through the songs.
Your eyes scan every song, absorbing every song title.
I Walk The Line by Johnny Cash - My Eyes Adored You by the Four Seasons - Your Song by Elton John?
Love songs. Every single one of them.
You push yourself up, sitting leaning against the armrest, as your eyes fall on the last song of the playlist - When I Kissed The Teacher by Abba. You lower his phone to your lap, looking at him with a slightly confused smile adorning your face.
He watches you intently, your heads a mere few inches apart, then reaches down to grab his phone off your lap, and you laugh lightly before saying, âitâs a lot of love songs.â
âThey reminded me of you,â he tells you, voice quiet, testing the waters.
âThey - they did?â It doesnât make sense to you - doesnât make sense that 45 love songs should bring you to the forefront of his mind, that every single time he hears Fooled Around And Fell In Love he should think of you.Â
They make you think of him, though.Â
And without thinking - of what youâre doing or of the consequences - you lean in, closing the short distance between your faces, pressing your lips against his so softly that it feels like itâs a mere breath on your mouth.
Harry pulls back, lips barely a centimeter from yours, exhaling softly. âWe shouldnât.â
You hum in agreement, already leaning back in. âNo, we really shouldnât.â
Your lips meet again and his hand goes to your face, cupping your jaw, and when he deepens the kiss you whimper into his mouth, bringing both of your hands to the back of his head. Your fingers bury themselves in his curls, tugging on the chocolate brown strands, and he groans softly into your mouth.
Itâs everything youâd imagined and more, as the hand not on your cheek drops down to your waist, pulling your body closer to his. The angle is awkward - you sitting on the couch and him kneeling before it - so you unattach your lips, much to your dismay, and swing your legs around the edge of the couch so heâs situated between them. Harryâs eyes are wide, his hair mussed up, and you lean back in without a momentâs hesitation to resume the kiss. His tongue brushes against yours, and he tastes like mint tea and fucking heaven.
Both of his hands go down to your waist, tugging you to the very edge of the couch so your bodies are as close as they can be, and yours go to the back of his neck, dipping underneath the collar of his button down shirt to scratch at his back. It feels muscular, more toned than you were expecting, and feeling the skin underneath your nails makes you moan into his mouth.
âFuck -â you groan softly as he moves his lips down your chin and to your jaw, nibbling softly at your skin, as if experimenting to see what you like - your reaction prompts him to move further down, licking a stripe down your neck and to the base of your collarbone. One of his hands - very large hands - slide up to cup one of your breasts, squeezing the mound of flesh through your tight shirt. âFuck, that feels good.â
Harry hums against your collarbone, pressing open mouthed kisses across your skin. Your nails dragging down his back causes him to bite down gently to stifle the moan rising from his throat, but you hear it and Goditspursyouonsofuckingmuch. âGod, Y/N -â
His praise is cut short by the sound of three swift knocks on the door - he pulls back from you, nearly falling back on his ass with the speed at which he stands, and your eyes flash to the door. Your heart is pounding desperately in your chest - are the doors soundproof? Did someone outside hear you? The thought makes you sick to your stomach, and your eyes meet Harryâs to find the same worry in his orbs.
Within moments heâs back behind his desk, running a hand through his hair to try and smooth it out, and youâve reached to grab Hannah Josephâs essay off his desk just as he calls, âcome in!â in a voice thatâs far too cheery for the panic that had just overtaken the both of you.
The door opens and from the corner of your eye you can recognize the girl who walks in - she lives across the hall from you, and her name is ⊠Anna or Emma or something similar. Sheâs nice, and you should remember her name, but your brain is so scrambled that you canât think of it.
Harry kissing you. Harry making you a playlist. Harryâs hands on your waist, pulling your body into his.
Itâs everything youâve dreamt of since the beginning of the semester, feeling his touch on you. And when you close your eyes, you try to imagine what would have happened if nobody knocked on the door, and it sends a shiver down your spine that doesnât go unnoticed by Harry, sitting at his desk as he looks over Anna-or-Emmaâs essay.
You canât be here. You shouldnât be here. The girl (who, now that you think of it, may be named Alana) is asking Harry a million bogus questions about the essay requirements heâd just given out and her shirt is so low cut that youâre surprised her boobs havenât fallen out. Whether that was intentional or not isnât something you dwell on, but something about sitting on the couch, trying to steady your breathing while your clit throbs violently feels wrong.
âIâm gonna go, professor,â you say, interrupting her question, and she looks at you like you just told her youâre going to give her a million dollars. âIâll see you tomorrow.â
âBye, Y/N,â Harry calls as you grab your bag and shut the door behind you. His voice sounds pained, almost, as though he doesnât want you to leave him alone with a girl whose only goal is clearly to fuck his brains out. You practically run down the hall, which isnât close to being as empty as it usually is when you and Harry leave at the end of the day.Â
Your shirt is tight and short sleeved and you can picture your jacket, up in his office, thrown over the back of the couch. Youâd been in such a rush to leave that youâd left it, and youâre beginning to truly feel the consequences of it as the cold corners you, attacking your skin, and you could go back up to his office and get it but you just want to go home. The sun is setting, and itâs earlier than when you usually leave.
The walk home is decidedly miserable, the wind sending tears streaking down your cheeks, and your mind is practically going into overdrive. Jesus Christ. You kissed your professor, and he kissed you back. And then you left, like a fucking idiot. He probably feels terrible - feels like he violated you, or ruined his career. But he hadnât done anything wrong, not really. If you were more respectable youâd go back to his building and apologize for running out, wrap your arms around him and kiss him like you fucking mean it, but all you do is scan your card to get into McKinley and walk down the hall to your dorm.
Your roommate is out - at her boyfriendâs, as per usual, but you appreciate it. Truth be told, you havenât seen her much since the first few weeks of the semester, but she seemed nice enough. You drop your bag onto your bed and collapse on top of the covers, gazing up at the ceiling.
You bring your hand up to your mouth, brushing your fingertips over your lips with the same feather light touch that the first press of Harryâs lips to yours had felt like. You can still feel it - feel him - if you close your eyes, his hands grasping your hips and his lips trailing down your collarbone.
Slowly, you press your palm to your stomach, trailing it down your torso until you reach the button of your jeans. You undo it with shaky fingers and push them lower down, beneath the hem of your cotton thong, and the first brush of your fingertips against your clit sends a shiver down your spine and a whine falling off your lips.
Harryâs hand on your chest, squeezing your breast through your shirt as he kisses down your neck - oh my god, licking down your neck, biting your skin, his eyes are so wide, his hair is messy from where you grabbed it, and you hadnât been interrupted he wouldâve climbed on top of you, pressing you into the couch, tugging your jeans down your thighs and -
Maybe he wouldâve done what youâre doing now, sliding his digits into your heat, fingers longer than yours, hitting every spot that you need him to. Or maybe he wouldâve slid down your body, lifting your shirt to suck a deep purple mark into your chest, before burying his face in your cunt -
A very loud moan falls from your lips as you push a finger inside of yourself, curling them immediately to hit the spot inside of you that makes your tummy flip.
But maybe - just maybe - Harry wouldnât have bothered with that. Wouldâve watched, breathing so heavy as you unbuckled his belt and unbuttoned his nice dress pants to wrap your hand around his cock, throwing his head back and moaning as you swiped your thumb over the tip of him.
Youâre so close so fast you can practically taste the orgasm creeping up on you, your hips bucking up to meet where your fingers are feverishly rubbing circles on your clit.
And he wouldâve slid into you, and heâs so big that heâs stretching you out more than any of your fingers or the guy youâve been with, and heâd grab your chin and force your head up and kiss you so fucking hard, his hips flush against yours -
With a strangled cry, you curl your fingers once more and then youâre cumming, release coating your fingers as your hips roll into your hand. All you can think about is him and what could have happened, and the fact that you may have ruined the start of something magnificent, but God if the orgasm wasnât good.
You pull your hand out of your panties, wiping your dripping fingers on the denim of your jeans. For a moment, you merely stare back up at the ceiling, focusing on steadying your breathing, and then you stand up, kicking your jeans off your legs and tossing them onto your dresser. You have a pair of plaid pajama pants crumbled in a pile at the bottom of your bed from the morning, and you pull them over your legs with a sigh. Perhaps itâs not the height of cleanliness, but theyâre soft and comfortable, and you lie back down on your bed once theyâre on.
After nearly an hour, you still havenât done anything but sit and do nothing, occasionally flicking through your phone. You wish you could fall asleep but your brain is working far too fast to even think about resting, and -
The sound of your phone getting a notification startles you, and you groan, grabbing your phone to look at whoever disturbed your panic.
Harry S.: Iâm behind your building. I have your jacket.
Heâs here? Jesus Christ, you just came over him and damn near cried over him and now you have to see him.
Perfect.
Your heart skips a beat, and you jump up without a second thought. You look an absolute fool, stuffing your feet into the first pair of shoes you can find - a pair of slip on Vans that are so dirty they can barely constitute as white - before youâre running out the door, your phone tucked in the waistband of your pants, heading down the hall and out the back entrance where Harryâs black car sits, waiting.
You walk up to his car, pathetically out of breath, and lower your head so you can see him through the window as he rolls it down.
âHi.â Your tone is quiet, and you clear your throat. âUm, Iâm sorry about running off like that. I just got overwhelmed and that girl showing up made me - um - nervous.â
âItâs fine,â Harry says, though heâs very pointedly not making eye contact. âMâsorry if I crossed a line. I shouldnât have kissed you like that, or -â
âNo, I kissed you first -â
âBut Iâm your professor.â He says the word with an odd inflection, nearly pained. âI shouldnât have let it escalate. Iâm sorry.â
You dig the toe of your shoe into the road, looking down at the passenger seat where your jacket sits, waiting. The tension is palpable and you swallow thickly, then grab the car handle, forcing the door open so you can grab your jacket. You wrap the fabric around your shoulders - the seat heaters made it warm and you could nearly cry at the way it embraces you.
Harry watches you - you can see him from the corner of your eye - and then he looks down at your body, your shirt and your pajama pants with no pockets, and asks, âDâyou have your key to go back in your dorm? Sâjust, you donât have any pockets ⊠I canât see it.â
Shit. No, you donât. You hadnât thought about that when you were running out to see him. Perhaps he can decide the answer from the way your face drops, because he exhales with a small smile, barely perceptible, and nods his head. âGet in.â
You grab the door handle again, pulling the door open and climbing inside. The seat is toasty and warm and the car is toasty and warm and altogether you feel like both of those adjectives combined. The radio plays softly - or maybe itâs his phone, hooked up to the aux cord, because Maybe Iâm Amazed by Paul McCartney is a song you recognize reading on the playlist heâd made. You slam the door shut and wrap your arms around yourself, holding your jacket closer to your body, before turning your head to glance at him. He still hasnât started driving, merely gazing at you, and you feel your skin heat under his eyes. âWhere are we going, professor?â Itâs a stupid question, because you arenât going anywhere yet, and he doesnât look like he plans to start driving anytime soon.
âIâll take you back to my apartment.â HIs eyes havenât left yours, and your stomach turns. âHow does that sound?â
You exhale softly. âSounds perfect,â and then youâre leaning in, pressing your cold palms to the side of his cheeks and bringing his face into yours.
Your lips meet and itâs more desperate than it was in his office - teeth clashing and your tongues brushing against each other, as if heâs trying to devour you. His hand rests atop of yours, dwarfing you pathetically, before dragging his fingertips down your arm and up to your shoulder, fingers dipping beneath the sleeve of your shirt.
Where youâre cold from the air outside, Harry is so warm and toasty, his breath hot against your face when you pull away briefly. He presses his forehead to yours and then leans up, pressing a kiss to the tip of your nose and smirking at the whimper you let out.
âWait,â he tells you, voice low and quiet, and you nod slowly. âWhen we get to my apartment - but not now.â
You nod feverishly and sit back in your seat obediently, desperate for him to finally start driving. His hand rests on top of the center console and you stare at it for a moment - you can do it, do what youâve wanted to do every single time heâs driven you home - and you place your palm overtop of his. He turns it over so your palms are pressed together, fingers intertwining, and youâre sure he can hear your heartbeat with how loudly itâs beating in your chest.
The line that youâve crossed is so far behind you that itâs a mere dot in the distance.Â
The car ride to his apartment is short - only 2 full songs play during it, and you recognize My Girl and I Just Died In Your Arms Tonight from the playlist. Truth be told, it feels as though youâd been in the car for hours and hours, his thumb rubbing circles into the back of your hand. You want nothing more than to crawl across the center console and straddle him, kiss him until youâre both breathless and go as far as youâd fantasized about but you have to wait.
 --
 Harryâs unlocking the door of his apartment entirely too slow for your liking. Itâs as though heâs trying to tease you, make you antsy, when all you want is for him to press you against the wall and kiss you silly.Â
He lives in a large brick apartment building - one of the newer ones, you know - in an apartment on the third floor. Youâve passed his building so many times driving through town and you never even knew it - didnât know the man who lived there was someone youâd be so desperate for.
âCome on,â he whispers, though thereâs no real reason for the two of you to be quiet - perhaps it just fits the mood. Harryâs hand wraps around your wrist as he tugs you into the now-open door of his apartment, flicking on the light switch residing beside the door.Â
As light floods the apartment youâre somehow both surprised and also not at all. Itâs surprisingly tidy, resembling more of his car than his office, and - to your relief - itâs quite obvious heâs the only one who lives here. You slip out of your Vans and take a moment to look around. A cat sits on top of the couch (her name is Marie, named after Aristocats, you learned from class) and you canât stop yourself from gravitating towards her, using two fingers to stroke down her back as you peek around the apartment.
Yes, it is quite clean, and surprisingly colorful - thereâs a striped rug and red couches and your eyes fly a bookshelf filled with picture frames against the wall. One is him with four other guys, arms wrapped around each other - one of him and Marie - one of him, significantly younger, hugging a girl who looks extremely similar to him.
âIs this your sister?â you ask, unaware of where he is in the apartment but trusting he hasnât strayed too far from you.
âYeah,â he responds, and you jump slightly. Harry stands just behind you, and when you turn to face him heâs fighting back a grin. âSo nosy, arenât you?â
You raise your arms to wrap around his neck, pulling his head down to yours as his hands gravitate down towards your lower back where your shirt rises just a couple inches from your pants, exposing a strip of skin, and his touch sends a shiver down your spine. âI guess I am nosy. Canât help it.â
Harry leans down, then, pressing a kiss to your forehead and down the bridge of your nose before landing on your lips - you whine into his mouth, pushing yourself onto your toes to try and deepen it, swiping your tongue into his mouth. Itâs so different than before - heavier, deeper, and you canât get enough of it.
âPlease,â you whimper against his lips as his hands creep farther down your back, landing on the globes of your ass through your soft pajama pants. âI need you.â
âOh, yeah?â You can hear a sense of cockiness working its way into his voice and you groan softly as he pulls away from you, pressing a kiss to your cheek. âWhat do you need, baby? Tell me.â
You need everything. You need everything he can possibly give you and more - you need wish fulfillment of everything youâve dreamt of since the start of the semester and that includes every single goddamn appendage on his body put to use somehow.
But you canât possibly begin to tell him that, not yet. His fingers are already trailing down to the waistband of your pants, tugging at the tie that holds them up when you breathe, âYour mouth. Please, I need - I need your mouth.â
Itâs not enough for him, you can tell, as he leans down to press a kiss to the side of your throat, sucking softly. âMâusing my mouth.â
âH - Harry âŠâ
âWhere dâyou want my mouth?â
You curse beneath your breath, and he pulls his head back to raise his eyebrows at the sound. You bury your hand in his hair, tugging lightly on his curls, before squeezing your eyes shut and muttering, âWant your mouth ⊠down there.â
As much as you want it - and Godyouwantitsofuckingmuch - it makes it no less awkward to say it out loud.
âDown where, baby?â Harry asks, voice teasing and so fucking smug. âDown here?â His hand sprawls across your stomach, pressing down on your abdomen and you moan softly. âNo ⊠down here, sâthat right?â
His hand slides down to your cunt, pressing his palm overtop of you through your pajama pants and youâre so wet youâre sure he can feel it even through two layers of fabric. Your throaty cry in response and the feverish nod of your head confirms what heâd been teasing you about, and Harry delivers one last soft kiss to your lips before dropping to his knees before you.
Fuck. You never thought youâd see Professor Harry Styles, the man of your dreams and the one person you considered to be entirely unattainable, kneeling in front of you with his nice dress pants on and a crisp button up shirt. He looks entirely normal, save for his messy hair and lust blown pupils, and youâre sure you look a bloody mess but his eyes still devour you like youâre the most beautiful thing heâs ever seen.
You drop your shaky hands down to the tie of your pants, undoing it at record speed, and he hooks his fingers in your waistband. Slowly - so slowly - Harry tugs them down and his eyes remain on you as though expecting you to stop him, but you canât. Finally they pool by your feet and you lift your legs to kick them off, sending them flying near the couch where Marie resides.
Had you known this would be happening perhaps you would have opted for racier panties - your cotton thong isnât terrible but it certainly isnât doing you any favours, and you have so many lace ones at home that would have been perfect for the opportunity - but Harry still looks at you like you created the world. He leans in, pressing a soft kiss to your inner thigh and then the other, leaning in to suck a dark purple hickey into your skin.
You suppose he has a thing for hickeys.
Your fingers twist in his curls, trying to direct his head up to where you truly need him, and he chuckles softly - the soft exhalation of air makes you whine as it hits your cunt, even through your panties. A soft kiss is what he lands on your clothed clit, and your hips buck up into his mouth. Youâd forgotten, perhaps, that youâd had an orgasm less than an hour prior but youâre very swiftly reminded, and he looks up at you with a smirk.
âSo reactive,â he murmurs, wrapping his lips around your clit through your underwear and sucking softly. âJust the way I like.â
A shaky breath escapes your mouth as you toss your head back, legs shaking and you canât expect them to hold you up much longer. One of his hands moves to the back of your thigh, kneading your skin softly, and the other dips into the hem of your panties and slowly tugs them down. Youâre so wet that the fabric is desperate to stick to your dripping cunt but he manages to roll them down your legs, face to face with your pussy and -
Heat floods through your body and up to your face as you look down and make eye contact with Harry. Now that heâs down there, gazing at your bare pussy, you feel oddly compelled to protect whatever modesty you have left and shut your legs but then he grabs one of your legs and throws it over his shoulder, pushing you back just a bit until your back smacks into the wall, and leans in.
The first stripe he licks up your core sends a choked cry from the back of your throat and then a long whine as Harry focuses his attention on your clit. His tongue flicks the swollen bud, still rubbing circles into the back of your thigh. Your heel digs into his back as he moves one hand up to your cunt, running his finger through your soaked folds before pushing it inside of you.
He curls his finger, mimicking a come hither motion until he brushes against the spot that makes your hips jerk against his face. Harryâs lips wrap around your clit and when your eyes roll back into your head, he takes his hand off your thigh and snaps his fingers.
âLook at me,â he demands, voice muffled against your cunt, and the vibrations roll through your body like an earthquake. âI wanna watch you fall apart. Look at me.â
Slowly you lower your eyes back down to him, meeting his gaze as he pulls his mouth away briefly - smacks his lips - and pushes a second finger into your dripping heat. As he thrusts them in and out, hitting that sweet spot in your velvet walls, you can feel your orgasm building in the pit of your tummy embarrassingly fast, but you want to hold out for him. Want to prolong this as long as you can.
Harryâs teeth brush against your clit and you cry out, barely hearing the way he groans, âSo fucking reactive for me, yeah?â but you can hear it and it only makes you moan louder. His tongue draws patterns over your clit and heâs so determined to maintain eye contact but you can tell itâs a struggle for both of you.
He pulls his fingers out of you, licking a thin stripe up one of them as if he canât get enough of your taste before reaching his arm up so his fingers rest on your bottom lip. Obediently you open your mouth, accepting his digits and swirling your tongue around them, tasting yourself on his skin, as he leans back, glancing up at you with heat blazing in his eyes.
âYouâre close,â he tells you, his voice deep and throaty. âCan feel it - feel how youâre clenching around my fingers, baby. Dâyou wanna cum? Tell me how fucking bad you want it.â
Harry pulls his fingers from your mouth and presses them to your clit, rubbing a slow circle as you struggle to find your voice before gasping, âFuck - need to cum so fucking bad Harry - Harry, oh my god -â
âYeah? Gonna cum for me?â
âYes! Oh my god, H - Harry -â
âCum for me, baby.â
He leans in, wrapping his lips around your clit and sucking and thatâs all you need to topple over the edge, the orgasm that had been building in the pit of your tummy finally exploding. Your head falls back against the wall with a thud thatâs hardly audible over your loud shrieks and moans, your leg finally giving out and you damn near slide to the ground before Harry hooks an arm around your thigh to keep you upright.
His tongue flicks at your clit gently, riding you through your orgasm, and when youâre coming down from your high itâs all you can focus on. Thereâs a high pitched ringing in your ears and you donât think youâve ever - ever - cum that hard in your life. Youâd only been with one guy before who didnât even know women could orgasm and your fingers never gave you anything so earth shattering.
Your breathing comes out in desperate pants as Harry rises from his knees, moving both hands to your hips as your legs nearly collapse again. Your clit is throbbing and when you press your body to his, leaning up to kiss him so desperately, you can feel his boner, hard against your thigh.
âHoly shit, professor.â Itâs all you can manage, pulling away to drop your head against his chest, using the moment to try and steady your breaths. âW - who knew you were so good at that.â
His fingers brush through the ends of your hair, a gesture so sweet and innocent that it could make you forget what just occurred. âA hidden talent, I guess,â he mutters, gripping your chin to kiss you again.
You drop your hands to his waist, gripping his nice button down shirt in your tight grasp, surely wrinkling the fabric as you roll your hips against his. Even through his pants his hard on feels fucking huge and youâve only been with one guy before and suddenly youâre wondering if heâll even fit inside of you.
But youâll try. By god, youâll try. And you press your head to the wall, looking up at him with lust dilated pupils. âHarry.â
âTell me what you need, baby.â But he already knows, and you can tell he needs the same thing.
You swallow, bucking your hips forward against his boner, and he groans. âI want you to fuck me. Please. I - I need you to fuck me, professor.â
The word makes him moan aloud, and within barely a second heâs grabbing your wrist, tugging you away from the wall and across the apartment until heâs swinging open a door and pulling you inside.
Something about being in his bedroom is entirely different than being in his living room, the carpet beneath your bare feet plush and soft. Thereâs a large television in front of his bed and the bed is made beautifully, a flannel blanket tossed over the end, and you canât fucking wait to mess it up.
Harry spins you around to face him, attaching your lips once more as he shuts the door. You whimper into his mouth as his hand drops down to your bare bum, squeezing the flesh in his large palm. âSorry,â you murmur, voice high pitched and breathy, âwas nosing again -â
He groans as you drop your hand to the front of his fancy dress pants, trying desperately to undo the button with one shaking hand. Itâs a struggle and finally he chuckles breathlessly, dropping both hands down to help you with the task, and finally you reach your hand into his trousers and press your palm against his cock, hot and heavy even through his boxers.
âBed,â he grunts, backing you up until the back of your knees hit a hard edge and you fall backwards onto his plush duvet. He stands above you, breathing heavily, and for a moment you stare at each other, as though processing that this is happening - and the moment picks up again. Harry reaches down and tugs at the bottom hem of your shirt, pulling it up and off your body and sending it into the corner of the room. Your bra is lace, at least, and decidedly prettier than your panties, and for a moment he stares down at your chest with a look of pure lust adorning his face.
âYou look a bit flushed, professor,â you tell him, voice faux innocent and sounding entirely more confident than you feel. âAre you feeling okay?â
Harry chuckles through gritted teeth, and you push yourself onto your elbows so you can work at the buttons of his shirt as he tugs his pants down his legs. âIâve never been better, in fact.â His boxers are flannel and you can see the bulge in his boxers, and itâs even bigger than what youâd expected.
Your work at undoing his buttons slows down as your mind suddenly flips into overdrive - you must wear the worry that suddenly overtakes you because Harry leans down, pressing a kiss to your lips.
âWhenâs the last time youâve done this?â he questions, voice soft and spun sugar sweet.
âUm -â you try and think. The last time youâd done this youâd lost your virginity and that was - âA year ago. Maybe longer.â
Harry nods, nudging your nose with his and giving you one final kiss before rising back up. His hands replace yours as he works on unbuttoning his shirt. âIâm going to go slow, baby. I promise.â
In every fantasy youâve had about him, heâs not slow - heâs fast, pounding you so hard the bed is nearly louder than the noises you make - but now that youâre here with him? Maybe you need slow.
You nod, and he smiles down at you. He presses his hands onto the mattress and then snakes them beneath you, fingers working at the clasp of your bra, and you lift yourself up slightly so he can undo it and slide your last piece of clothing off of you. He sends it into another part of the room and you canât be bothered to focus on it because - Christ! - all of a sudden Harry lowers his mouth to your breast, wrapping his lips around one of your nipples and sucking.
âFuck!â you gasp, fingers working themselves into his curls. Your fingernails scratch at his scalp and he moans lowly against your skin. Harry lifts his head off of you, pinching one of your nipples so you cry out.
He lifts one leg to rest on the bed and then grips your hips, pulling you closer to the edge. Your legs instinctively spread and he watches you, breathing heavily. âBaby,â he mutters, hands slipping his boxers down his thighs. âYouâre so fucking perfect.â
Heat burns your cheeks and you shut your eyes.
âLook at me,â Harry tells you, and itâs all you can do to obey. âWant you looking at me while I fuck you. Can you do that?â
You nod, swallowing as he grips one of your calves and hikes it onto the bed, exposing your sensitive, dripping cunt to him. You look down your body, where heâs grasping his achingly fucking hard cock in his hand, and then he drags the tip down your slit with a low hiss.
âAre you ready, baby?â he asks, voice soft and strained, as if heâs holding back and you know he is. But he needs this to be a good experience for you so it can be good for him and thatâs what you appreciate.
âY - yeah.â you push yourself onto your elbows and your eyes meet, maintaining perfect eye contact as he pushes himself inside of you. Heâs going achingly slow and -
The stretch aches and you drop your head onto the mattress with a groan, Harryâs hand immediately finding your hand where youâre grasping the duvet feverishly. He bottoms out, fully sheathed in your warm cunt, a low groan piercing the air at the feeling of your walls, tight around him. It hurts - not as much as youâd expected, and the pain that quite literally fills you overtakes the burn.
You squeeze his hand, feeling his other run up and down the inside of your thigh as you adjust to him. âOh - my god - wait - just - just one second wait one second -â
âOf course,â he breathes, and his voice is shaky with an emotion you canât quite decipher. âT - take your time, babygirl.â
After a few seconds you push your head up to look at him, nodding slightly. âOkay. I need more, p - professor.â
You can tell he likes when you call him that and in some weird way you love it too - love knowing that the professor everyone lusts for is fucking you, slowly pulling out before thrusting back in, squeezing your hand when you cry out at the feeling. Maybe youâre not the first student to experience him like this but based on his demeanor you think you are - thereâs something about him in this moment that feels like a secret youâve discovered.
âOh - fuck -â Harry grunts as he moves his hand from your thigh to your hip, pressing your body down with just enough force to limit your movements. Itâs paining him, going so slow, you can tell - and youâre already starting to need more from him. You need him to go faster, and with a breathy moan you tell him.
Slowly his pace picks up, his grip on your hip tightening until youâre sure thereâll be fingerprint shaped bruises on your skin by tomorrow morning. With every thrust he fills you up so completely that every perfect spot inside of you is hit just right, and you never knew it could feel this good.
Every noise of his that tears through the bedroom spurs you on, pushing your hips into his to deepen every thrust. And every time you whine or whimper or cry or anything Harry delivers a harder thrust, fucking you so deep that you can feel it in the pit of your tummy.
âGod, p - professor,â you moan, the word falling entirely too naturally off your lips even in your heightened state. Harry throws his head back with a high pitched whine, speeding up his pace until the loudest noise in the room is skin hitting skin. âHoly shit - fuck - Iâm gonna - gonna -â
âGonna cum around my cock, baby?â He hisses, pressing the hand that had once resided on your hip into the mattress, gripping the covers tighter so he can rail his hips into yours desperately. âSo fucking tight around me, canât even fucking stand it -â
Your hand, shaking beyond belief, slides down to rub hard circles into your clit. The sensations on your clit and his cock, rutting against your G spot with every thrust, sends you over the edge again - already so overstimulated from the rather intense orgasm youâd had before - and with a loud cry-bordering-on-scream youâre cumming again.
âFuck!â you moan, hips bucking up against his as you ride out the waves of your orgasm. âFuck, Harry, oh my god -â
Heâs not far behind you, hips stuttering ever so slightly but he wants to bring you to one more orgasm, securing this day as the best fuck of your (admittedly limited) sex life and he canât cum yet. Your hand falls back onto the mattress and Harry pulls his clammy hand from yours, bringing it down to replace your fingers on your clit, and immediately you clench around his cock, begging incoherently for something - youâre not sure what - as he presses down on your clit hard.
Your eyes roll back into your head as his cock twitches inside of you, and grunts and moans are flying from Harryâs mouth faster than he can control it. Your walls flutter around his dick, his thrusts slowing to lazy pumps in and out. Heâs so fucking close, he just needs one more push and then -
Your fingers wrap around his wrist and he looks down at you, your eyes nearly black with desire, tears streaking down your cheeks. âC - cum in me, professor.â
Itâs the final straw for Harry, and with a nearly animalistic cry he sheathes himself fully inside of you and cums so hard so fast, itâs nearly violent, and the feeling of warmth that explodes in your cunt sends you into your fourth orgasm of the night -
Itâs less intense than the others but still entirely too prominent and when youâve finally rode out the last wave you collapse against the bed, your head spinning and your legs aching as Harry presses it back down from where it had been perched up.
Harry collapses on top of you, his body suffocating and hot and sweaty and you wrap your arms around him, your desperate attempts at steadying your breathing filling the room. Youâve never cum so hard and so much and youâre fucking exhausted, truthfully.
He lifts his head, gazing down at you as you run your fingers through his tangled, sweat soaked curls. âHow was that?â
You exhale with a smile upturning your lips, beginning to feel his cum dripping out of your pussy and down your thighs. âJesus Christ,â you murmur, and a grin breaks onto his face as he drops his forehead against your shoulder.
The two of you lie in silence for a moment - no words need to be spoken. Harry shifts the pair of you further up the bed, your head crashing onto one of his pillows as he remains, firmly on top of you, like he never wants to leave.
But you canât stop yourself from asking the question burning through your mind, and you swallow thickly before mumbling, âHarry -â
He hums softly.
âIs this like - a one time thing?â
His head lifts again, chin pressed to your shoulder blade, eyebrows furrowed. Harry takes a moment to respond, though, lifting his hand to trace a line across your jawline to your lips, and you press a soft kiss to the tips of his fingers when he arrives at his destination. âI donât think so,â he tells you, and his voice is quiet and vulnerable, as if waiting for you to deny him. âIâve never felt this way about anyone.â
You smile softly, leaning in to press a kiss against his soft lips. âCan I tell you a secret?â
ââCourse, baby.â
The name makes your tummy flutter, and you think you could listen to him call you baby for the rest of your life. âIâve dreamt of this,â you tell him, lips merely a centimeter from his. âSince the beginning of the semester, every night.â
Harry raises his eyebrows at you, and you giggle at his expression. âGlad to know Iâm not the only one.â
You shut your eyes, then. Rest your head on his pillow, feeling warm with the man you adore pressed on top of you, his arms firmly and protectively wrapped around you. Nothing has ever felt more right to you, and you drift off to sleep with a soft smile still gracing your lips.
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