#extremely nervously hitting reblog after adding my ramble

[alwek]

I didn't know yer vegan, keep er goin! And while I realize this probably isn't the place to do it, I do have thoughts about veganism that I think are different than most. A sort of solidarity in a way that people don't think of usually, I think.

Vegans are the reason I do eat meat! But not in that weird way people usually do where it's to spite the vegan or whatever (that's extremely petty, rude, and disrespectful not only to the vegans but also the meat). Because like, vegans are fucking right! The meat industry is fucked to shit, and those poor animals should never have to live in such horrible conditions. After hearing of all the horrible things the meat industry does and the disrespect those animals go through, I figured the best way to honour them would be TO eat their flesh. Have their souls and body at the very least sustain another life so the torture they go through in those farms isn't for not.

I saw how vegans want to respect the animal, and I want to do that, too. But I grew up with bush people, hunters, and gathers that grew and caught almost everything they ate. They taught me to live from the land, to show respect to what you must kill, to honour its life by treating it well in its death and wasting as few parts as possible. To me, to let those packs of meat sit and rot on the shelves, THAT is the disrespectful part.

No amount of preaching or teaching can stop an animal from already being dead. At the very least, I can honour their life and memory by savouring the flesh their tortured lives gave us. I can't just let them rot on the shelves when I was raised to believe that in order to respect a dead animal, you must use all of it you can. And I know meat farms don't use all they can. Hell, they toss perfectly good parts because they don't have a quick way to profit from them. I feel like, at the very least, if I eat that pack of ground beef, I've done something to help the soul of that animal find peace.

And so, after it was vegans who taught me the horrors of the meat farming industry, I started savouring every piece of meat I eat. Doing my best to make sure that somehow, that animal knows its life wasn't for naught, as it has fed a family for another day.

That's just how I was raised. I see vegans saying it's not right to eat the meat because of the treatment they receive, and to an extent, I agree. FUCK factory farms. I'll always buy local, especially when it's inconvenient to do so. And the whole stink they throw up by boycotting these farms DOES help! But, I guess I was just brought up in a way where I feel I'm giving the animal more respect by eating it. (Bonus points if the meat was stollen from one of the factory farm companies)

As a great woman wrote, "Eating is the exclusive privilege of the living." And I just think with that, I'm giving the animal more respect by letting it help me live on in its death than I am leaving it to rot.

I hope this isn't, like, extremely weird to say. It's just that veganism helped me see the horrible things that happen to animals, and for that, I will always be grateful, and I will always fight with them against factory farms. But they also helped me solidify my spiritual beliefes around meat and eating. And so, I dunno, feels worth saying to me.

Solidarity with opposing ideas is something I think is important. And so, I think it's important that both sides hear each others' reasons and responses to the same things. This thing being (from my impressions) the absolute horror show that meat farms are. Those poor beasts shouldn't have to live like that, not at all. One person might hear about those piss poor excuses for farms and resolve to never eat meat again. Another may hear about it and think they must make sure that animal gets respected properly somehow.

I dunno. I just think both sides to this need to get along so we can stop the torturing deaths of so many beasts. There's nothing wrong with not eating meat, and there's nothing wrong with eating it, too. You can respect the flesh your way, and I'll do it mine. I guess I just think the most important part is that we agree that these farms are fucked up.

I have lots of thoughts on the meat industry. And it's thanks to veganism that those farms get so much negative attention these days, and so, thanks to vegans for getting animals the kind of treatment they deserve.

But yeah. That's me. Hey OP if you think this is stepping over too much, let me know, and I'll delete this. Sincerely, I don't mean to do anything other than say how vegans solidified my spiritual beliefs and got me angry as balls at factory farming.

Ending note: FUCK veal, and FUCK lamb, and FUCK any other meat that kills a baby for it. The best meat comes from a cow a year away from natural death, or the deer shot near my property that feeds us all summer. Always buy from the local butcher if you can, and to all my meat eaters out there. Please, I'm begging you, shut the fuck up about peoples choice to not eat meat. Sure, the preaching vegan is a bit strange (i say knowing full well that I'm the preaching carnivore rn), but you become the asshole when using them as an excuse to do petty shit.

tumblr as a whole has been more outright actively aggressive towards me being a vegan than all other social media platforms combined and it kinda fucking sucks

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Ron was right

Theo Nott x Reader

W.C. : 3043

Requestd by @herstory-study​:  Ok I kid you not(t) another idea just popped into my head.. I hope you like it... the gist of it is Theo and the reader have that relationship where they are best friends but also dating but nobody can tell bc they’ve always been super close so I imagine like a bunch of pple (including the twins) have placed bets on whether or not they are dating and I just imagine one day they come back from a date and pple in the background are either groaning/cheering cause they got $ u can take it from there

A/N: I hope you like it, Puff! Feedbak and reblogs are very aprecciated. Happy reading.

*Not my GIF. Credit to the creator.*

It had been a quiet day the first time Theo noticed you. Grey clouds move fast in the evening sky, the light breeze comfortable for every student out in the courtyard to show their house pride and wear their scarves around their necks. His friends talked about the Golden trio and what had they done that week to ruin their mood. Nothing new really. Theo never added much to those conversations, what was the point of complaining about something when you could ignore it. He too was bothered by Potter and his friends adventures and misadventures, but Draco and his friends weren’t the target. But that was just the way Theo saw it.

“Wait until I write my father,” grumbled Draco, sitting in the middle of the bench where Theo had been sitting with Blaise. “ Potter is going to regret it.” he said with a huff.

Pansy arrived just a second after he ended rambling, rolling his eyes as she sat on the grass without a care about her robes. She gave a pleading look at the other boys as she cocked her head towards the Slytherin prince. When neither one of them said anything she scoffed glaring daggers at both before she smirked “Draco darling, Why don’t you tell Blaise and Theo here what Potter did. I’m sure they’d love to hear it.”

Blaise’s protest died down on his tongue when Theo shut his book close “No need.” he said, looking straight in Pansy’s eyes “We saw it all.” 

And it was true, it was hard to miss one of their disputes when they shouted at each other, standing at opposite extremes of the hall as the crowd gathered to witness the latest drama between Slytherin and Gryffindor.

“Doesn’t matter if they know.” Draco said desperately, leaning to rest his arms on his knees “I already have a plan for them to know their place. And plan B in case that one doesn’t work.”

“Maybe you should try plan D for dumbass.” 

They all turned around to the large tree, their gazes lowering to the base of it. There you sat, an annoyed look on your face as you straightened your robes and stood. Your movements were sharp, taking your bag on your shoulder as you stormed away from them, all of them in a state of shock to even try to stop you. 

 “Who does she think she is.” muttered Draco, already jumping to his feet when Theo placed a hand on his chest.

“Leave this one to me.” he said lowly, his eyes never leaving your form as you walked away. Draco hesitated but gave him a slow nod as he sat back down. 

Theo smiled triumphantly, hiding his face quickly so no one would see him and his true feelings. He took off and ran after you, keeping enough distance so you would walk away from the eyes of his friends. 

He kept running, your back facing him as he came to a halt. “Hey!” he yelled, your eyes glancing back at him as you picked up your pace. “Wait, stop.” he yelled again, catching up with you as he stopped in front of you. 

“What?” you said sharply, looking down at his hunched form as he breathed heavily. You raised an eyebrow at him, crossing your arms over just your chest as you leaned back. “ Don’t tell me, Draco sent you to do his dirty work?”

“You…” he smiled, trying to keep in a laugh as he shook his head “You just called him a dumbass.”

You frowned, taking in the boy in front of you. Well kept brown hair, milky skin and the most beautiful eyes you had ever seen, his smile reaching his eyes as he stood to his full height. 

“Aren’t you his friend or something?” you asked confused.

He shrugged, rubbing the back of his neck as he looked around. “Even I can get annoyed at him.” 

You squinted your eyes, eyeing the boy before you looked up at him “Who are you?”   

He extended his hand with a smile, one you hesitantly took “Theodore Nott, but everyone calls me Theo.”

You raised both your eyebrows, shaking his hand with a nod “Right.” you said “Well, if you’re not here to avenge your friend…”

“I’m not.” he smiled as you mirrored his look.

“Maybe you’re not a dumbass.” you told him, staring into each other's eyes before you realized you had been in silence for too long “I’m going now.” you turned on your heel, resuming your walk to a more quiet zone where Slytherins weren’t complaining when his voice made you stop.

“You didn’t tell me your name!” 

You turned to see him with a smile, a glint in your eyes as you said “Goodbye, Theo.” He stared at you as you disappeared in the halls of the castle, breathing out a laugh as he returned to his friends.  

It was difficult to not think about you after that. Your two minute interaction had him wondering more about you, who you were, what did you like. He started to pay more attention to you after that. 

He thought getting your name wouldn’t have been a difficult task. He felt like the detective he read about when he was younger, sneaking in the middle of the night to behind his father’s back to read the muggle novel he got his hands on not a while ago, reading until his eyelids could barely stay open with only the moonlight to accompany him. He wanted to feel the rush of Sherlock Holmes, and he wanted you to be John Watson. But as he actually tried to get something about you without interacting with you he realized why everyone praised Holmes so much, it wasn’t an easy job.

You always seemed to be with someone, but in utter silence. Muttering a few words with the people around you as you always had something better to do. You were the mystery he couldn’t get out of his head, the thought that kept him up at night, the dream that had him drifting away as his friends talked. He wanted the honor of being your friend.

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You worked on your herbology research, a pile of dusty books at your left side as you read the one opened before you. Your study partner was someone gathering more information, probably found someone and got stuck in the chat. Nothing new, really. You were used to initiating the study date with your partner and ending it alone. 

You felt someone walking behind your back. Expecting to hear your partner’s voice, your head snapped up at the sound of someone else.

“So,” said Theo Nott, taking the chair next to yours with a proud smile on his face “How are you, Y/N?”

You dropped your quill on the table, tilting your head with a curious look “Who told you my name?” you asked.

“It’s written on your parchment.” he pointed towards your handwriting on the upper part of the paper. “I got to say, it was difficult. Not many people really know you, you're like a ghost in the castle.”

“Maybe to the people you asked, I am very well known here.” you said daringly, and he nodded. “Well you know my name, you can leave now.” You took your quill back up, following the line you were previously reading with your finger when the thudding sound against the table made you raise your head slowly with a glare. “What are you doing?”

“Homework.” he said simply, opening a book as he silently began to read. Not once looking back to you, not saying another until he finished. Taking his things inside and wishing you goodnight, leaving the library without another word. 

It became a routine after you realized he wouldn’t give up. He would always show up, sitting on the chair he did that first night and working on his homework. There were times when you would get there and he was already sitting, books scattered all over the table until he saw you, moving his things to make some space for you. He didn’t bother you, so you allowed it. His presence  warm and welcoming as you studied, you even helped each other sometimes.

A year had passed by since that night, and you didn’t realize when you started to think about him as a friend. The only person you actually felt comfortable calling  a friend. He had been there for your happy days, your rough days. He took genuine interest in you. Telling you about him and his life, sharing his candy and food as you walked through the castle side by side. He asked you about your life before Hogwarts, how was your childhood with a muggle parent. You told him all about your past school, how you lost your friends through the years as you never got to see them and you couldn’t explain your sudden change of school and life. Theo became your best friend and you couldn’t be more happy. 

“What are you doing this weekend?” he asked you.

“I don’t know.” you shrugged, putting a raspberry in his hand as you ate one “Sleep sounds good.” you said with a smile and he laughed.

“Are you sleeping for two days straight?” he said in disbelief, and you scoffed hitting his face with another raspberry.

“Is that a challenge?” you dared, sticking you tongue out to him.

He scrunched his nose, catching the berries in his mouth until you stopped “Stop, your Gryffindor is showing.” he said with a fake look of disgust. You only laughed, shaking your head as you drifted back to his question.

“I’m not doing anything, then.” you commented, waiting to see what he had to say.

“Do you want to go to Hogsmeade?” he asked simply, your heart beating fast in your chest in both nervousness and excitement. But once you saw  the carefree look in his face your heart dropped. Why were you feeling that way?

“I don’t know.” you said, trying to put the hurricane of emotions inside you at ease “I’ve never seen the fun in going.”

“That’s because you’ve never been there with me.” he said with a smile, tilting his head with a sigh at the hesitance in your face “C’mon, Y/N. You’ve told me you have never been with your friends…”

“They’re not really my friends.” you corrected with your lips pursed “They hardly are the people I hang out with. They’re just there in a silent agreement of company.”

“Am I not your friend?” he asked and you knew you had already lost the small debate.

“You know you’re my best friend.” you said with a small smile, one he returned as he held your hand, a warm tickle in your hand where his skin touched yours. 

“Then it’s settled. I’ll go get you from your common room.” he said and you nodded, praying that the emotion flowing inside you was slipping in the look of your face.

Little did you know that Theo was feeling exactly the same. His stomach was doing flips inside of him as you smiled at him. He wanted so bad to tell you it was a date, that he had just asked you out on a date but you had just said it, that word that left a bitter taste in his mouth. 

You’re my best friend.

Maybe he had been in the beginning, but not anymore. Or maybe he was, but he didn’t want to be your best friend. 

Many had noticed how the Slytherin and the Y/H/H had grown closer over the past year. Theories of what was the core of their relationship were made. How did Theo Nott get close to you? Did you have a deal no one knew about. Where you friends, partners, lovers. No one knew, and neither did you. 

The weekend arrives and just as promised Theo walked you from your common room to Hogsmeade, hand in hand as you talked through the snowy streets full of students. 

You were oblivious to the crowded mess, talking inside a bubble no one could bother you. Not even the redhead pair that stared at you as you walked past them. 

"Are you seeing what my eyes are seeing, George?" 

"We wouldn't be twins if I wasn't, Freddie." 

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"MAKE YOUR BETS, MATES!" yelled George from the top of the table in the middle of the Gryffindor common room. 

"Our lovely Y/N."

“Friends"

"Or lovers."

"With none other than Theodore Nott." 

They said, finishing each other's sentences with the invisible link the pair shared, that invisible string that made them shout the exact same words at the end. They wore grins on their faces as more bets were placed. 

"What do you think, little brother?" asked George jumping form the table 

"Friends or lovers?" 

Ron rolled his eyes, turning to Harry who was already making his bet with a smile in his face. Ron scoffed "I don't care about snakes business. They can be whatever they want." he said bitterly. 

"Someone jealous?" taunted Fred as Ron turned with a red face to his brother. 

He angrily pulled some coins from his pocket, slamming them in Fred's hands as he muttered "Lovers." 

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You had the time of your life at Hogsmeade. Theo was right and you told him so when the sun started to set, a few stars shining on the sky as you walked back to the castle. He smiled, hugging you closely with genuine joy in his face as he promised to take you again on the next trip there. 

However the next day, the murmurs and eyes from everyone in your year followed you everywhere you went. 

You were never shy, but the constant attention had you on edge the entire day. Finding refuge in the far table of the library, hidden in between the shelves where the only source of light was if you had a candle with you. 

You stayed there until late, waiting until the library was practically dead, you doubted madame Pince was still there, but you could never know. You had made it to the end of the day. 

"What are you doing here?" Theo's shushed voice came from behind you, his eyebrows scrunched together as he sat next to you, closer than he usually did. 

"I'm hiding." you whispered. 

For a moment his stomach dropped at the thought that you might have been hiding from him, that he might have let something slip on your day together and you knew how he felt. But you started ranting about your day and the looks you received from everyone and he understood, he had gotten the same looks all day long. 

"Don't worry." he murmured, opening his arms for you and you leaned on his side. "Draco probably said something about you again. I'll talk to him later" he sighed and you chuckled. 

He looked down to you, a loving look in his eyes as you kept chuckling. How could someone be so breathtaking just by doing such mundane things like leaning against someone and talking? Since the first time he saw you he knew you were beautiful but, Merlin, now you were gorgeous. 

"He is never forgetting about that, is he?" you laughed. Staring at the table, you frowned when Theo didn't say anything. 

You turned your head up to him, finding him already looking back at you. You didn't realize when you had leaned so close to him, his breathing blowing softly against your face as you gazed into his eyes. The little flick in them waking up all the butterflies in your stomach as you could have sworn his eyes moved to your lips for a fraction of second. 

You froze, realizing what that could mean when you felt him lean closer to you, his eyes closing before someone cleared their throat behind you, making you jump apart from one another. 

"The library is about to close." said professor Snape, looking at you with a glare before he settled his eyes on Theo. "Take your friend with you Mr. Nott. Directly to your common rooms." he said painfully slow.

You both nodded, clumsily taking all your stuff as you walked around him and practically ran out of there. No one said anything, your eyes on the floor as he walked you to your common room. 

"I'm sorry." he said once at the door handing you your books, your hands brushing against one another, making the blush in your face deeper. 

"No, I… You don't have to apologize." you stuttered before the words left your mouth. 

Heavy silence settled again between both of you, the tension making your stomach turn as you wished your feet would move and get you out of there. Of course, they had other plans. 

Theo wished you goodnight in a mumble, turning around and walking away just as you dropped your books on the floor, calling his name. 

"Yeah?" he asked, never meeting your eyes. You felt your mouth go dry, your hold in his wrist loosening as you breathed heavily. You brought your hand up to his cheek, smiling as he leaned in. He had closed his eyes and you ran your thumb across his cheek bone, waiting until he looked back at you. You started to lean in, his eyes widening as he realized what you were doing. His smile widened, cupping your cheeks as he closed the space between the two of you in a soft kiss. His hands wandered to your waist, pulling you closer to him as you wrapped your arms around his neck. He slowly pulled away, resting his forehead against yours with a smile that reached his eyes. 

"Remember when I told you I wanted you to be my Watson?" he breathed out with a smile "Well, I'm not so sure anymore."

You chuckled, moving to kiss his cheek as you rested your head on his shoulder "Funny, I always thought Sherlock Holmes and John Watson were lovers." you whispered in his ear. He smiled at you, kissing you once more. 

Completely unaware of the audience not so far away, hiding behind a wall with wide grins. "Ron was right." 

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Peter Parker Fluff Alphabet

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Aged up Peter (18+)

Warnings: Mention of danger.

A/N: This is my fourth work for my first follower milestone/ birthday celebration! The template is by @wonderwxlls (I think they deactivated though). Hope you enjoy!

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A = Attractive (What do they find attractive about the other?)

Peter is the sappy type, so he’d definitely find your personality, laugh, and smile attractive. To him, seeing you happy just hits different.

B = Baby (Do they want a family? Why/Why not?)

It’s kind of 50/50 with him. Peter loves children and is amazing with him, but he realizes that there’s a lot of danger associated with his lifestyle after seeing what happened with Tony and Morgan. At the beginning of his superhero career, he was adamant about keeping his title, but as the years pass by he starts to realize that he shouldn’t have to sacrifice his personal dreams for a risky (and thankless at times) job.

C = Cuddle (How do they cuddle?)

Peter can be very clingy. He’ll curl over you and hold you close. Cuddling with you under a blanket or two is one of Peter’s favorite ways to spend the day.

D = Dates (What are dates with them like?)

He’s usually a man of routine when it comes to dates because he doesn’t have a lot of faith in his date planning skills. The options are usually a restaurant that him and May frequent, an ice cream shop, Delmar’s, or the park. However, he’s extremely charming and really tries to woo you.

E = Everything (You are my ____ (e.g. my life, my world…))

You are my glue. Peter’s the one with the webs, but to him it feels like you’re the glue that’s holding him to together.

F = Feelings (When did they know they were in love?)

He knew he was in love with you when he revealed to you that he was Spider-Man after a mission and you cared about whether or not he was safe, rather than just behaving like a fan.

G = Gentle (Are they gentle? If so, how?)

Peter’s extremely gentle most of the time because he realizes that he has super strength. However, he can sometimes get really excited and hug you a bit too hard. He’s always apologetic and sad after though.

H = Hands (How do they like to hold hands?)

He’ll gently grip your hand and will occasionally smile at you to show his appreciation.

I = Impression (What was their first impression?)

He thought you were attractive, and after talking to you he realized that you had a good personality to match. Instant crush basically.

J = Jealousy (Do they get jealous?)

Peter doesn’t really get jealous, but he does get insecure. He believes that you can do a lot better than him, so you may need to occasionally reassure him that you want him, not the others.

K = Kiss (How do they kiss? Who initiated the first kiss?)

You initiated it. Peter was dazed by it, but ended up kissing you back. Peter loves giving you kisses, but they’re usually little pecks because he’s too shy to ask for anything more.

L = Love (Who says ‘I love you’ first?)

Peter said it first. He’s very in tune with his emotions and is quick to express them, so he’d immediately want to let you know how he felt because he may not get another chance to.

M = Memory (What’s their favourite memory together?)

It was your second date and Peter decided to take you to buy ice cream. He was so nervous that he ended up almost stumbling into a tree. It had made you laugh so hard that you snorted. It’s somewhat embarrassing to both of you, but he loves it anyway because it involves making you happy.

N = Nickel (Do they spoil? Do they buy the person they love everything?)

Even after graduation and getting a job, Peter is kind of broke. So, he may save up to buy you something nice, but he tends to spoil you with affection and attention.

O = Orange (What colour reminds them of their other half?)

Blue. Peter finds your personality very refreshing and relaxing. He instantly thinks of you whenever the sky is clear.

P = Pet names (What pet names do they use?)

Baby and Angel. Peter’s far too shy to call you any or them in public, but he almost never uses your real name when in private.

Q = Quaint (What is their favourite non-modern thing?)

A vintage train set that May had gifted him. While Peter isn’t necessarily interested in trains, it reminds him of his Uncle Ben’s train collections.

R = Rainy Day (What do they like to do on a rainy day?)

Peter will either watch movies, cuddle with you, or show you his current LEGO projects.

S = Sad (How do they cheer themselves/others up?)

Going out to eat with you and May never fails to cheer him up. With you by his side and May cracking cringy jokes, it’s hard for him not to feel better.

T = Talking (What do they like to talk about?)

Anything. Peter is extremely talkative and can nervously ramble at times. He can jump from talking about cartoons to the meaning of life in 0.5 seconds. Your conversations with him will always be interesting.

U = Unencumbered (What helps them relax?)

Movie nights with you. Peter loves watching “classic” movies, so he gets really excited when he gets to show you some of his favorites.

V = Vaunt (What do they like to show off? What are they proud of?)

Peter tends to show off his intelligence. At times he may fear that you’ll think he’s too nerdy, but he believes that his intelligence is one of his best qualities.

W = Wedding (When, how, where do they propose?)

Peter would definitely not propose until you were done with college. He knew that marriage would be extremely difficult to balance along with school. After you’ve both started to settle down, he’d seriously consider proposing.

Peter would probably take you to a private place to propose because he’d get nervous doing it in public. A heartfelt speech with plenty of tears before kneeling down to present you with his Aunt May’s ring (Like she gave him in Spider-Man 3).

X = Xylophone (What’s their song?)

Ain’t No Mountain High Enough - Marvin Gaye

“Listen baby, ain't no mountain high. Ain't no valley low, ain't no river wide enough baby. If you need me call me no matter where you are. No matter how far don't worry baby. Just call my name I'll be there in a hurry. You don't have to worry”

No matter what, Peter will always be there for you. His faithfulness and loyalty knows no bounds.

Y = Yes (Do they ever think of getting married/proposing?)

Peter has fantasized about a life with you since he first realized that he had a crush on you. He’d never bring it up in the beginning because he didn’t want to mess things up and the whole Spider-Man secret.

Z = Zebra (If they wanted a pet, what would they get?)

Peter would want a pet that would be able to keep up with him and play, so probably a dog.

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7 minutes in heaven

♡ pairing; jungkook x reader | taehyung x reader ♡ genre; angst,romance ♡ word count; 6.9k ♡ warnings; alcohol mention,mild/strong language

[x cr] A/N; the story line kind of came about as i was writing it which made it quite fun to make. honestly don’t know if i want this to be a one-shot or a possible series,hmm... pls reblog if you see,it helps me out a lot ty

“Come on Y/N,it’ll be fun I promise!” Your best friend Tiffany urges,shaking your arm like a little child nagging a parent for a toy or candy bar “I bet Taehyung wants to see you as much as you do…” It has only been a couple of hours since Tiffany abruptly sent the blunt text that she was coming over to your house and you had to be ready to go out as soon as she got there. You weren’t expecting much,maybe a casual drive to the night-time arcade you love with a few friends or even just a girly sleepover over at Maisie’s. Anything but what she actually had in mind. “Namjoon asked me in science class and I said I’d come!” She exclaims throwing her head back with annoyance, “I can’t just let him down like that.” “So you can go and play drinking games and flirt with Jungkook while I just sit there?” You say teasingly,raising your eyebrows at her which makes a loud huff come from her lips. “Ugh Y/N,why are you being so difficult?” She moans,pushing your arm slightly, “The rest of the guys are going to be there as well so it’s not like you’re going to be bored…”  And as she says that,your palms start to get clammy and your heart beat quickens. Those were the only boys that could make you extremely nervous. Not because they were a bad set of people,but because each one of them had an alluring charm about them that you couldn’t shake off. They were playful and mischievous in their own unique ways,and even being in the same room with them made you feel optimistic and mellow,aside from the dizzying butterflies that flew around in your body as a result of your insecurity. They also were quite strikingly mesmerising,the beauty radiating not only from their personalities but from the faces that went with it,another reason as to why the uncomfortable anxious feeling is growing in your stomach as the seconds go by. Oh and to top that off,your heart has had a strong tie to Taehyung ever since high school. You never really had the chance to speak to him earlier in your education because of your crimpling shyness and lack of attraction to the pre-pubescent boys in your year.  But as the two of you grew older and more mature,so did your passions for art,and as fate had it,you were both placed in the same class. Although your conversational skills weren’t and still aren’t the best,you knew his soft eyes were never judgemental as he listened with intent to whatever you had to say,making you feel ever so slightly special,like he was actually interested in you… But maybe that was just your imagination. “Look,you’re already dressed and ready to go,so we may as well have some fun after these shitty exams!” Tiffany sighs,tugging tightly on your arm again, “It’s only eight o’clock…” You look up lazily into her pleading hazel eyes and think it over for a few seconds. Sitting with seven of the world’s most gorgeous boys would surely just make you feel extremely and completely self-conscious and even thinking of it now is giving you cold shivers. However,one of those boys would be Taehyung and that offer is slightly more tempting,the thought of finally getting to see him making the pull stronger… “…Okay fine! You’ve got me!” You declare,hearing her squeal with glee in the background. “Grab your bag,a lipstick and a jacket!” She lists off,looking around your room with frantic excitement, “Let’s go!” Before you can even comprehend what you’ve just agreed to,she gathers your things and drags you down your stairs and swiftly out of the door. ___________ “I only want a couple of drinks so,I’m expecting you to take care of my car,” Tiffany says with glistening eyes. You giggle lightly at your friend,adding an eye roll, “Is it this left then?” The impending thought of getting to see Taehyung again is making your head swim with emotion,and the feelings of anxiety and pure adrenaline crash into each other until you can’t quite tell which is which.  You notice your hands shaking on the wheel and you come back down to reality to focus on steadying them. Tiff nods excitedly and you proceed to turn the corner onto one of the richest streets in the area. You knew Namjoon was well off but you didn’t know he was this loaded… The houses lining the recently rejuvenated road stand tall on either side,cream lights illuminating their front yards like a fashion runway. Each building has a distinct look to it that separates it from the rest,unlike the houses from where you live which resemble each other exactly. After a few minutes of squabbling over which house could possibly be his,the two of you finally decide to pull up outside one of the significantly superior ones.  The house looks like a Greek temple,the whites of the walls standing out under the glowing of the lights dotted around his driveway. Of course he has to own the largest house on the street… Neither one of you decides takes the first move to get out of the car so, you’re just sitting there examining the immense structure and thinking about how utterly crazy you are for even coming here.  “Fuck it,let’s go,” You mumble after a couple of minutes,making Tiff jump as you swing open the door and jump out. With a determined feeling in your body,you start to walk over to the front of his palace whilst feeling Tiff run up from behind to grip onto your palm. It takes a solid 10 seconds to finally make your way up to the enormous wooden door and you hit your knuckles nervously against it,wincing with every knock. Not because of the pain but because of the thought that one of them is going to come to the door to answer y- “HEY GIRLS!” Namjoon bellows into your faces with a wide but soft grin,his hooded eyes sparkling with happiness and alcohol, “Come on in and make yourself at home,su casa mi casa! Or is it mi casa su casa…” A light laugh releases itself from your throat as you watch the God-like boy opposite you hard in thought,his almost silver hair shining under the  intricate chandelier above him.  You suddenly feel very exposed in your black skinny jeans and lacy crop top so with a swift movement you close your grey oversized hoodie and fold your arms tightly over your chest. “HEY,WHO IS IT?” You hear a voice call from a distant room as you step into the immaculate house. “IT’S TIFFANY AND UH-…what’s your name?” Namjoon asks with a regrettable look on his face. “It’s-uh,Y/N…” You manage to get out,feeling embarrassed by the fact he can’t even remember your name but you try to not let it bother you. “Oh shit,of course! The girl in Tae’s art class? Sorry I couldn’t remember,” He giggles nervously,rubbing the back of his head. “No no,it’s fine really!” You assure him absently whilst your mind floats away with the possible fact that Taehyung has spoken about you to his friends before. A smaller body runs up and jumps on Namjoon from behind and your eyes are met with a shocking orange-coloured head of hair,straight away signalling that this is Jimin.  He fusses over Namjoon for a few seconds,ruffling his once perfectly placed hair before locking eyes with you and Tiff. “Tiffany and Y/N,right?” Jimin asks,pointing at the two of you with a slight red flush in his plump cheeks. “Yeah,that’s us!” Tiff chimes in from your left side,hurting your ear a little bit but you know how excited she is and you smile at her contentment. “Well let’s not stand here all day,come on!” Namjoon urges,beckoning you with his large hands. The closer you get to the closed-off living room,the more you can feel your heart panicking in your chest and as the voices from inside start to get louder and chirpier,Namjoon pushes open the door. “Wassup,boys!” Namjoon announces to his crew,running to meet Yoongi first with a tight grasp of the hand and a pat on the back.  Each one of the remaining three boys is spread out amongst the immeasurable size of the room,making some sort of noise to greet Namjoon. “Oh are these your guests,Joonie?” Yoongi points,raising a teasing eyebrow at Namjoon and you feel a rush of excitement go through you. “Yeah yeah,I thought it’d be nice to have two sensible young women attend this rather messy thing I’ve got going on here,” Namjoon laughs,wincing slightly at the already chaotic space around him. “Well I’d say I’m the more sensible one,Tiff is making me drive tonight so she can party,” You say over the music,drawing a halo around your head with your finger.  “I’m here to party too so,let’s get it!,” Yoongi chuckles,showing off his signature gummy smile and you feel a sensation of calm roll over you. The four of you go over to join the others,receiving pleasant smiles and soft “Hellos” from both Hoseok and Jin,only getting a little timid wave from Jungkook. Tiffany instantly takes her place next to him and you watch as she comfortably makes conversation,her eyes obvious attraction.  You wish you could flow as easily as she does,the confidence radiates off of her in a way that makes everyone want to talk to her. And although you hate to admit it,you wish you got that’s sort of attention sometimes. Trying to ignore the sudden negative feelings making their way into your mind,you scrabble over to find Hoseok as although you’ve hardly spoken to him you knew he would instantly make you feel better. “Y/N! Glad you managed to come,I needed another sensible person here to keep me sane,” Hoseok says with a breathy laugh as sun rays beam off of him,and you can’t help but let them sink into your skin. ‘Tonight’s going to be fun’ You reassuringly tell yourself,slowly falling back into the white couch to listen to Hoseok joyfully ramble away to you. ___________ From all the laughing caused by Jin’s ridiculously bad dad jokes,you feel the sudden urgency to need the toilet so you quickly dash off,still laughing as you go.  “Second floor,take a right and it’s the first door along that corridor!” Namjoon shouts over Jin’s squeaky window-wiper laugh and you call back to thank him. As you climb up the carefully crafted marbled stairs,you realise that you haven’t seen Taehyung all night. How have you only just clocked this? You sigh to yourself with the thought of not getting to see Tae’s rectangular smile and floppy hair,and your optimistic feeling slowly diminishes.  Although you’re mad at him for avoiding you for the past week and not answering your persistent worrying texts and calls,you still have a painfully annoying urge in your chest to see him. After sorting yourself out and reapplying your lipstick in the Gretian bathroom,you head back out into the quiet hallway and decide to take a little wander. There are way more rooms than you had expected,some of which are slightly open and you take a quick peek to see what’s inside.  So far you’ve passed a games room,a girly pink bedroom with the name ‘Sana’ written in wobbly writing on a piece of paper on the door that you can only assume is his little sister’s,and another stylishly designed bathroom. The last door at the end of this hallway has been left ajar,and a violet light is streaming out of the gap and across the rich cream carpet outside. Curiosity gets the better of you as you head over to the door to take hold of the silver laced handle… “Y/N!” A voice shouts from behind you as two heavy hands clamp themselves on your shoulders and you yelp in shock,screaming obscene words at the person whose voice you recognise to be Taehyung’s. The strong hands spin you around so that your eyes meet in a dizzying gaze and you are taken aback by the beauty standing before you. “Sorry,did I scare you there?” He winks,showing you his perfectly angular smile as he pulls you into one of his tight hugs,hanging his head on your shoulder. Your body relaxes in his embrace for a few seconds before he lets go and you stumble back slightly to examine his stunning face even more. You can’t speak as you take in every part of his beingt,noticing how his floppy hair is being held back with a blue bandana,which is a look he sports so amazingly well. “Oh no,has Y/N returned back to her mute days?” Tae teases,pretending to look worried. “Hey!” You exclaim,hitting him lightly on his arm, “You scared me into a state of shock!” You watch as he joyfully laughs his throaty laugh and you continue, “Where have you been anyway? I got here about two hours ago,” A yawn sketches his way over his face and you can instantly guess where he’s been.  The boy spends most of his nights creating pieces of artwork up until the early hours of the morning,and you’ve had to hear him complaining about his tiredness in almost every art lesson for the past year. Not that you mind of course,the passion he holds for his art work is admirable and not to mention,attractive. “I took a nap in one of Joon’s guest bedrooms,must’ve been out for like,six hours?” He yawns again,stretching out his arms towards you which makes you lean back a little, “I stayed up all night again.” You softly breath and examine his fatigue-ridden face,somehow still managing to look beautiful in the low lighting. “Tae,you really need to work on your sleeping pattern! It’s terrible,” You say,jabbing him in the arm with your pointy nail. “Ouch that hurt,Y/N!” He moans in a childish voice, “Why would you do tha-…TAG YOU’RE IT!” Taehyung instantly runs past you and dives into the purple-tinged room,slamming the door shut behind him. You sigh and roll your eyes at his adolescent ways,although you can’t help but let yourself join in on the fun as you race after him. Once inside the spacious room,you realise he’s turned off whatever was radiating the violet colour,and you’re left standing in the eerie blackness that invades your sight.  “Come on Taehyung,you know I don’t like being scared…” You say blinking your eyes tightly,trying to gauge how far away you are from any foreign objects. Stepping into the room slightly,you start to feel a large presence behind you and a shiver flows through your spine.  You turn around slowly,and your eyes automatically widen at the intense black figure standing before you. Before you can even scream,it wraps its arms around your waist and pushes your flailing body backwards onto the bed. A deep laugh begins to rise from the person,letting you know it’s Taehyung. “GOT YOU!” He breathes heavily,his strong arms on either side of you,holding himself up. You exhale loudly letting your body relax further into the squishy bed,and although you can’t see in the dark,you know his eyes have been pinned on yours the whole time.  A brief moment of silent passes where the two of you are just staring back into each other,the heat coming off your bodies having nowhere to go.  “I-uh,I got a little carried away there,” He says,clearing his throat and peeling himself back from you, “But you’re so easily scared,that must be the fifth time this month!” You place your hand onto your head,feeling a burning sensation rise from it.   “That’s not funny Taehyung,you’re such a bully,” You nervously laugh back at him,worrying that he can see the redness of your cheeks. You feel his rough hand on yours as he offers to help you up and you let him,the ease of his strength swinging you to your feet in seconds. He grabs onto the sides of your arms to steady your wobbling frame and you look up at him into the darkness,unsure of what he’s thinking before he opens his mouth to speak. “Why don’t we go join the others?” Before you consider to mindlessly agree,you stop yourself to ask the question that has been bothering you for the past week. “Why have you been avoiding me,Tae?” You squint your eyes,trying to notice any movement in his face which could help you figure out how he’s feeling. Biting down on your lip,you wait nervously for his response. “I’m sorry,Y/n,” He begins,letting go of your arms, “I guess I’ve just been caught up in other stuff,I know it’s not right of me to just ignore you like that though…” As soon as you hear him say ‘other stuff’ you are instantly reminded of the rumours that have been circulating about him.  Tiffany had blasted your phone with texts last Tuesday saying that Taehyung was seeing Belle,one of the more popular girls in your year.  But,apparently she heard this in science class and as soon as Namjoon overheard the conversation,he shut down any allegations pointing towards his best friend’s love life.

Maybe you would’ve been slightly happier if it was someone else but,of all the girls,why did it have to be her?  You couldn’t help but feel extremely jealous and you hated the way you felt for Tae. It was just proving too hard not to. Holding yourself back from questioning him further,you nod into the darkness,forgetting that he can’t see you. “Let’s go downstairs,” You simply say,trying not to let any emotion edge its way into your voice and you push yourself off of the bed to make your way to the door. The two of you walk in silence down the steps,the only sounds coming from your shoes slapping against the marble.  When you finally reach the door,you hear Taehyung take a breath in preparation to say something. But before he can even start,you push against the door and walk into the warm room. You notice everyone looking peaceful,calming music playing over the top of  different conversations that are taking place. But,in your peripheral vision you see Taehyung tense up and you look around to find the cause for his discomfort. “Tae,where have you been!?” Belle questions loudly,breaking the atmosphere with her voice. She dashes over and pulls him into a tight hug,burying her face into his chest.  Her piercing eyes make contact with yours,sizzling their way into your skin and although you pretty much despise her at this point,you can’t help but notice the beauty of her rich ginger hair and rosey lips. You breath and sharply and dart your eyes else-where,landing them on both Namjoon and Yoongi,who give you pitiful looks that make you wince. You then notice Jungkook looking at you heavily,trying to figure out why you’re looking so bitter. “I-I just fell asleep upstairs,” Taehyung replies with a touch of worry as he watches you from the hug that he’s encased in. Slowly you edge yourself away from the two and take your place on the couch next to Tiffany,leaning up against the arm of the seat. You plant your face into your arm to hide away from the questioning eyes around you,the burning in your face starting to feel overwhelming. “Oh you’re so lazy,” Belle titters whilst slapping him on his hand, “I got here just now and brought my girls with me,we know how to get a party started!”  Her voice is so fake that it makes your body ache. “Hey,are you okay Y/N?” Jungkook whispers over Tiffany,and you shake your head into your hand as you hear Yoongi crack open another beer.

“How about I go get us some drinks and snacks,I bet Namjoon’s parents buy top of the range stuff,” Tiffany whispers comfortingly,rubbing your arm with her delicate fingers before getting up and flouncing out of the tense room.

Once she’s out of earshot,Jungkook tries you again, “Did something happen with Taehyung?”

“Nothing happened or is happening with Taehyung,we’re friends,” You harshly reply with the last bit of energy you have.  You can never seem to control your mood,one minute you’re up high and the next you feel like just laying still for the rest of the week. And honestly,you’re tired of it.

“I know you and I have never been too close but you can still talk to me,you know…” Jungkook says,his voice trailing off at the end of his sentence.

You look up to meet his sparkling eyes and you have to admit to yourself that he is rather attractive and you’re happy Tiffany has found someone she’s interested in,someone as nice and caring as Jungkook.

“Thanks JK,the same goes for you,” You nod and notice his understanding eyes looking back into yours as if he knows exactly how you’re feeling without having the knowledge of the full situation.

You try not to watch as Taehyung and Belle stroll past you over to a couch across the room,her hand locked firmly into his arm.

“He is a funny one,that Taehyung,” He sighs,shaking his head, “Never knows a good thing when he sees it.”

You feel your heart pang slightly at his comment, “That good thing is certainly not me.”

You could trust Jungkook,he wasn’t like Hoseok who couldn’t keep a secret to save his life or Yoongi who would probably tell you to suck it up and stop acting ridiculous. In all honesty though,that’s probably what you needed to have told to you.

So,before you can even stop yourself,the truth starts to pour out of you like a tipped over glass of water.

“Well,I’ve had a crush on Tae since forever…” You slowly begin,feeling the burning sensation spread over your face and you look down at your fumbling hands. “But for the past year we’ve grown pretty close and we flirt a lot,even over text! He initiates it usually and never seems to have a problem with it but for the past week I’ve been hearing rumours that him and Belle have been a ‘thing’ for a while now…”

All the while you’re letting out your feelings to Jungkook,he moves closer to you,swishing his hips in your direction so you know you have his full attention. You look up occasionally to meet the brown gleaming eyes that sympathise with you,making your tension-filled body relax.

“I guess what hurts most is the fact that he didn’t even tell me? I would consider us to be really close friends at this point,” A wobble makes its way into your voice and you clear your throat to cover it up.

“He never told us anything either,the fact that she doesn’t come up into any conversations shows how much he considers their relationship,” Jungkook states quietly, “Whereas he seems to find it hard to not bring you up…”

You scoff,rolling your eyes at his obvious joke. But,as you look back at him,you notice how serious he looks,a touch of confusion hidden in the arches of his eyebrows.

“It doesn’t matter how much he talks about me,he’s with her now,” You accentuate,motioning your head back towards where the couple is sitting, “As long as he is happy…”

“As long as he is happy,you’re going to be miserable,” Jungkook finishes with a long breath, “The kid is either blind to your love or,just doesn’t know what he wants.”

This is the most you’ve heard Jungkook say in the whole time of knowing him,and the occasion was so rare that you want to make sure you make the most of it while you can.

“In the meantime,you need to do things that make you happy because that’s what you deserve,” Jungkook punctuates with a supple smile that looks so perfectly placed on his face, “Even if one of those things is laughing at Hobi and Jimin.”

You look around to see the two other pretty girls sitting between a rather uncomfortable looking Jimin and Hoseok,one rubbing her hands up and down Hobi’s arms and the other ruffling Jimin’s hair. A laugh gathers in your chest as you notice the two of them trying to endure the girl’s annoyingly fake-drunk behaviour,just as Namjoon shouts.

“GAME TIME EVERYONE!”

A long,dramatic sigh escapes your lips and you hear Jungkook laugh from next to you.

“Come on Y/N,it can’t be that bad,” He shrugs,standing up and offering his hand to help you out of your slumped position you’ve been stuck in for the past few minutes.

As you get up to stretch your body,you notice Tae and Belle have already taken place in the clearing made in front of the flat screen TV. A surge of jealousy runs through your veins and you try to concentrate on regulating your breathing. Jungkook notices your distress and places a soothing hand on your rigid back,letting you know that he’s here for you.

Dragging your feet behind you over to the already-formed circle,you find a place next to Jin,who flashes you one of his most charming smiles and you can’t help but give a genuine one back.

Jungkook quickly rushes to your side and lands with a heavy ‘PFFT’ against the pillow he brought along with him,making you laugh lightly as he winces from the pain in his tail-bone.

“I’m glad my pain can bring a smile to your face,Y/N,” He says in a rough voice rubbing his back.

“HEY DON’T START WITHOUT ME!” You hear Tiff shout as she darts into the room with a tired Yoongi wandering behind her, “I was chugging beers with this one,didn’t realise how hard core he actually was!”

She stops herself abruptly,making her wavy hair bounce around her shoulders as she notices that there isn’t any available seats next to you. Shooting Jin a playful glare,Tiff takes her spot on the other side of Jungkook,rubbing his arms as does so.

“Right,now that everyone is finally here,we can start playing! ‘Never have I ever’ for starters and requests from then on,” Namjoon offers,looking around to examine everyone’s eager reactions, “Here we go!” ____________

The whole duration of the ridiculous game you couldn’t help but notice Tae looking longingly over to you in a way that made the butterflies start up in your stomach again. It took strength to stop yourself from succumbing to his beautiful stares.

When Jungkook would see this,he’d grab your attention with a light tap on your knee and a smile that left you feeling more at ease amongst the thick tension building up around you.

“I say we play ‘7 minutes in Heaven’!” Jimin calls out suddenly,creating a few squeals of excitement to rise from the girls, “We spin a bottle twice and whoever it lands on,they-”

“We know the rules,man!” Namjoon says impatiently,downing to contents of his bottle to use as a spinner.

You wriggle nervously in your place,starting to look around at the keen faces nearby.

If it landed on Hoseok,you wouldn’t have any trouble sharing a couple of light hearted jokes. There was no way you could fault that boy’s happiness. You’d have to make all the conversation if it happened to be Jimin. He hasn’t been able to properly talk to you without his cheeks turning a hot pink colour since you first day you spoke to him. But,if it landed on Taehyung,that would be a whole other story. As much as you hope it wouldn’t come down to that,a part of you still does.

Namjoon takes hold of the green bottle and spins it,making it whizz around at a crazy speed that sends you into a momentary trance.

“KOOKIE!” Jin and Hoseok shout loudly,shaking you a little bit and you look over to see Jungkook’s wide eyes nervously staring at the bottle pointing at him.

“Whose gunna be the lucky lady…or man?” Namjoon questions over the clapping of both Hobi and Jin.

Tiffany looks hopeful,her gaze shifting from Jungkook back to the bottle multiple times as Namjoon spins again.

As the green glass comes to a slow hault,you look down to see it indicating that you are at the receiving end. You snap your head around to your left to meet eyes with Jungkook,both your eyebrows knitting together in the sudden confusion.

“No way…” Jimin says in an almost inaudible voice,making you look up to lock eyes with a concerned looking Taehyung. His eyes dart between you and Jungkook,observing the two of you carefully and Belle’s grip grows stronger around his muscly arm.

“Go on then,guys!” Namjoon ushers, “Make your way upstairs to find a closet and we’ll continue to find out who’s next.”

As you get up,you remember Tiffany.

Quickly looking down on your friend,whose face is screaming with shock all over,you shoot her a reassuring smile and mouth the words ‘I’ve got you!’.

You turn away before you get to see her reaction and start to make your way out of the room and towards the stairs with a demure Jungkook following close behind.

Looking back,you see Taehyung’s eyes are glued on you,his glare making you shiver until you can’t look at him any longer.

Echoes of whoops and shouts follow you as you cautiously ascend the stairs,Jungkook purposely lagging his steps behind you. A hot stare is coming off of him,directing itself into your back and you turn around to see his eyes glazing over.  

“Let’s just go to one of the guest rooms,okay?” You say confidently,not knowing why he’s looking so incredibly scared.

“Y/N…” Jungkook starts when you finally get to the room,his voice breaking a little with the anxiety that had built up inside him.

“Just come in here,Jungkook,” You order him,holding the door back to let him walk past you.

You fumble around the room to find the violet light,and as you turn it on,it illuminates the angles on Jungkook’s face,the creases around his eyebrows still stuck in a worrisome look.

“Don’t look so scared,let’s just sit and talk in the closet over there,” You say,a wobbly smile making its way to your mouth. Jungkook’s nervousness has transferred to you,and now you can’t stop your hands from shaking.

You step into the almost empty wardrobe and close the door behind you,the only light breaking through the gaps of the blinds. The space suddenly feels very claustrophobic and you can’t bring yourself to look at him.

“Jungkook,I need to tell you somethi-”

Before you can finish your sentence,you feel a pair of soft lips crashing onto yours,and you sink into the sudden amazing feeling that flows through your body.

But,then you realise that those lips are in fact Jungkook’s,and you pull back from him as fast as he dove in.

“I-I’m so sorry,Y/N…” He murmurs,looking down and wiping his lips furiously.

A million thoughts rush through your mind at once and with the sadness caused by Taehyung’s absence combined with the longing you feel for someone to want you back,the urge to kiss Jungkook grows too strong and you can’t help yourself from knocking his chin up in your direction to match your lips to his.

His shoulders tense up around him for a few seconds,unsure of what’s really going on. After a couple of kisses,you feel him fall into your embrace,pushing back into your mouth with his velvet lips.

Your breathing gets heavy,and you feel his hand wrap around the back of your head so delicately,you barely know it’s there. The heat coming off his skin makes you want him more and you feel ever so guilty for it but,the passionate kissing washes the concern away.

Jungkook pulls you into his chest,running his hands up and down your hips. His grip feels heavenly on your body and you can’t help but kiss him harder,the contact not fulfilling you completely.

He darts his tongue against yours softly,as if to question if this is okay for him to do. You relax a little in response and mirror his actions,confidence taking hold of Jungkook’s actions from then on.

You grip onto the softness of hair hair,tangling the strands in your fingers as his hands plant themselves into the curves of your waist. The pressure of his mouth upon yours sends waves of ecstasy through your body,and you want more with every taste.

Jungkook’s movements are so perfect,so tender,that you find yourself falling in love with his gentle ways.

The two of you stay pressed up against each other for a couple of minutes until you realise that you’re on a countdown. Heavy footsteps start to make their way down the corridor and you instantly push yourself off of Jungkook,readjusting your hoodie as you do so.

“Focus on your breathing,don’t look like you’re gasping for air,” You advise Kookie,pushing his hair into a position that looks a little more normal and less like hes just partaken in a hot make-out session.

“Okay guys,times up!” Namjoon announces,pushing open the door and stomping to the closet.

You open it before he does,taking him aback a little,and stand up to stretch your arms outwards.

“Was that only seven minutes? Felt longer than that,Jungkook just couldn’t stop talking,” You joke,rolling your eyes at Joonie who laughs in response.

“Jimin with Tiffany and…Poppy is with Yoongi,we’re all going to meet downstairs in a couple of minutes,” Namjoon informs the two of you,thinking hard about what couples went away together, “See you there!”

Once he’s out of ear shot,you spin around to see Jungkook holding a hand to his lips.

“JK,I didn’t mean for that to happen…I guess the stress from Taehyung had just gotten to me,” You mumble,trying to find a reasonable excuse.

Although his eyes look hurt,he nods his head at your remark, “Yeah,it’s okay Y/N,let’s just go join everyone else.”

He walks past you briskly,not making eye contact the whole time. You can’t move from your spot,your feet absolutely refusing to take you out of the room and down the stairs.

You breath in through your nose slowly,releasing the air in messy,stuttering breaths. The regret starts to manifest in your body and you tremble,bringing your hands up to cover your face. What did you just do? You just made out with your best friend’s crush,that’s what!

You wobble out of the room and to a nearby bathroom,locking the door behind you. Scrambling your way over to the massive mirror on the wall,you look up to have a distraught looking girl staring back at you,dramatic black tears dripping down her face.

Turning the cold tap on,you reach down to wet your fingers and start to wipe away any evidence of your crying. Grabbing tissues,cotton buds and any other helpful material you can find,you begin to work away at your face,cleaning away the mess of your emotions all the while thinking about Jungkook’s sweet lips.

After a couple of minutes,you’re just about satisfied with the way you look and begin to cautiously make your way out of the bathroom to the stairwell. With each step,you take in a deep breath,preparing yourself for any questions that might come your way.

As you lay your hand against the door,Taehyung suddenly opens it before you do. The air is knocked out of your lungs as his dense body makes contact with yours and you stumble backwards,holding onto his arms to help you from toppling over completely.

“Shit,sorry Y/N!” He exclaims with realisation,holding onto you tightly, “I was just on my way to get a drink…and to try and find you actually.” You look away from his microscopic gaze,worrying if he’s going to notice any remains of smudged makeup around your eyes.

As soon as he closes the door behind him,the questions start to flow out of his mouth as if he had planned it all beforehand.

“How was it with Jungkook?” He inquires with a menacing curiosity.

“Huh? It was fine,we just spoke about random nonsense…” You trail off,not yet being able to look into his shining eyes.

“He looked a little shaken up when he came back in,” Tae carries on,almost ignoring what you said, “He hasn’t said a word to anyone.”

“He always looks like that,the boy has anxiety for christ’s sake!” You hiss,finally meeting his stern gaze, “Why are you so bothered anyway?”

A breath hitches in his throat as he doesn’t quite know what to say and he looks away from your eyes,the poise leaving the stature of his body.

“I was just wondering what was wrong with my friend,that’s all.”

You’ve never seen Taehyung like this before. His body is towering over yours,trying to threaten the truth out of you. A malicious determination is brimming his eyes and you aren’t quite sure why.

“You know,that’s exactly what I was wondering this whole entire week,” You bite back,making him wince slightly, “Only to come here to find out the rumours with you and Belle are true?”

Taehyung’s body sinks back to its original composure and he starts to stumble over the words that are trying to come out of his mouth, “I know,I should’ve told you sooner…”

“It doesn’t matter now Tae,I’ve found out and that’s all there is to it,” You say,squeezing your eyes shut to shake away his apology, “Now if you’ll excuse me…”

You begin to push past his broad shoulders that are trying hard to keep you back,but they can’t. Bursting into the room,you call over to Tiffany to tell her you’re ready to go.

“But Y/N,we basically just got here!” She exclaims,and you can’t help but notice Belle’s judgemental stare directly pointing at you.

“I don’t feel too good,Tiff,” You play up,making your voice sound hoarse, “Plus,I think I have plans early in the morning…”

Tiffany looks around at the boys apologetically and shrugs her shoulders. As she pulls herself off of the couch to make her way to you,she turns back to Namjoon, “Sorry for leaving so early,hopefully we can do this another time?”

Namjoon sends a reassuring nod our way and looks suspiciously over at Taehyung,squinting his eyes ever so slightly, “Don’t worry about it,let me know when you two get home safe.”

You say your goodbyes to all of the boys except for Jungkook,who has had his back facing you for the whole ordeal,with his head down looking at his phone. Tiffany slides back over to give him a back hug and you cringe as your chest tightens with guilt.

As you pass by the doorway,Taehyung grabs onto your hand,and without looking into your eyes says, “Text me when you get home,” And lets go with such distaste that it leaves your mouth feeling dry.

Walking in silence to your car,Tiffany fills your ears about her seven minutes with Hoseok and it goes right over your head. You try your hardest to listen to her story,but you can’t stop thinking about Taehyung’s anger and Jungkook’s passionate hands. After buckling yourself in,you knock your head back onto the seat with irritation.

“Are you alright? Did you speak to Taehyung?” Tiffany asks,snapping out of her long ramble.

Breathing in for a couple of seconds,you decide to tell her some of the truth. “Yeah I briefly spoke to him about Belle,I’m just annoyed that he didn’t tell me sooner.”

“That boy is messing with your head,a ‘friend’ like him shouldn’t keep secrets away from you like that,” She tuts,shaking her head and wagging her finger. You realise the alcohol has finally settled into her system and you listen to her slurring words,the last of her sentence ringing loudly in your ears.

Without replying,you turn on the night time radio and ride the rest of the journey in silence,Tiffany falling asleep next to you. Every time you look over at her,spasms of discomfort go through your body and you can’t help but feel the urge to cry.

Drops of salt water start to fall onto your lap,making the black of your jeans even blacker.

“God dammit Y/N,stop crying,” You whisper to yourself through gritted teeth and continue to make your way home.

Once you finally pull up into your driveway,you lean over to shake Tiff’s shoulder a little. The motion makes her eyes flicker and she wakes up slowly,looking very bewildered.

“W-where am I?” She questions,half mumbling.

“You’re sleeping at mine tonight,your parents wouldn’t be happy to see you like this,” You tell her,watching her smile in response to your reply.

You hop out of your side of the car and go round to hers,starting to help her out gently.

“You’re such a good friend,Y/N,” She mutters,reaching up to cup your face in her hand and you flinch at her statement,knowing full well that you’ve done something a best friend shouldn’t.

After about fifteen minutes of trying to walk Tiffany slowly and soundlessly into your house,she finally plonks down into your bed,automatically wrapping herself up in your thick covers. The house sounds eerily quiet at this time but your thoughts are too loud,distracting you from the sleepiness that you should be feeling.

Forcing yourself to change into a pair of comforting pjamas,you throw last night’s outfit off into a slump in the corner of your room,and clamber into the other side of the bed. With your eyes fixated on the swirling black ceiling above your head,you pray that last night wasn’t real. You pray that Taehyung didn’t confirm the rumours. You pray that Jungkook didn’t kiss you. And you beg that you didn’t voluntarily kiss him back,that the insatiable hunger you felt for him was,in fact,just part of a deluded dream. A sudden buzz vibrates through the room,and your phone lights up with a text. Your body squirms at the thought of an angry text coming from Taehyung,wondering why you haven’t texted him first. Or possibly even from Jungkook but,you know that he doesn’t have your number.

To stop yourself from checking your phone,you furiously turn over to cover yourself with the hot blankets. Burying your face in your hands,you clamp your eyes shut so hard that it drains the last drop of energy out of you,and the promise of a deep,deep slumber seeps in through the cracks of your mind.