#felt board fun in Dubai | Explore Tumblr posts and blogs

smolwritingchick · 11 months ago

Text

The Bangtan Gal Chapter 85- BTS in Dubai

Words: 3,000+

---------

‘Visiting a magical country Dubai for summer package’

Bangtan’s next summer package was in Dubai. They got settled in at the Palazzo Versace Hotel and went on to start their day off by experiencing a desert.

‘Going to Safari Desert in Dubai. Driving across the golden desert on a four-wheel drive vehicle’

Jennie drove in the car with Suga, Jungkook, and Jimin. She sat with Suga in the back while Jungkook and Jimin sat in front of them. Their car ride was much quieter than the other car that had the rest of the members in it. Jimin and Jungkook listened to their music separately while Suga shared an earbud with Jennie. She listened to his playlist and once The Don by Nas played, Suga let out a low chuckle as she danced in her seat.

Arriving at the desert, Jennie soaked it all in. Dubai was beautiful and the sun felt great against her skin.

“I love this. Like, look at this scenery! And we get to take photos here? Couldn’t get any better,” she smiled as the camera filmed her snapping photos. J-Hope was happily yelling about Bangtan arriving in the background. “I need to send these to my parents. They’ll love this,”

’Everyone is speechless because of its beautiful scenery’

Once the photoshoot began, the members were given sandboards to ride down the dune. Jennie balanced perfectly on her board and slid down the sand while the photographer snapped away.

“How do you do that!?” Suga called out.

“Practice makes perfect!” she answered with a grin.

With her selfie stick, she walked around, enjoying the view. “I think I have gotten much better at skating thanks to Kevin. So shoutout to my friend,” she said. “I’ll make sure to visit you and attend one of your basketball games at your college,“

“Ennie! Try running up the sand dune!” Jimin suggested.

When she watched him slip down and fall, she laughed. Soon after Suga and Jin rolled down the sand.

“I would roll down there but I don’t want to get my hair filled with sand,” she said when asked by V if she wanted to join him with Jungkook.

“Jennie, watch this!” Jungkook shouted out and jumped down the sand dune, rolling over. He then smoothly stopped and posed.

She applauded him while shouting, “Ten out of ten, Kookie!”

“Wow, awesome!” V praised. “Jungkook, that was so cool,”

BTS spent a few hours in the area, playing around, and even had a few sand fights.

“Jin. Back up. Back up, right now.” she warned, taking steps back as he walked over to her with a handful of sand after chasing Jimin. She shrieked and jumped out of the direction he threw the sand and began running away. “Not cool! I am not getting sand in my damn hair!"

“Get her!” Jimin shouted, running after her

After they finished their photoshoot in the desert, Bangtan went to the Dubai Desert Bedouin camp to experience their traditional culture. Performers were dancing around and Jennie was mesmerized. She loved how they danced. The way their bodies moved. V was even invited to dance with them. A fun first night.

“Hey! I’m Jennie and I am happily in Dubai!” she waved to the camera after being seated for a solo interview.

‘What did you do today?’

“We went to the desert and it was breathtaking. You have got to check it out. Dubai is beautiful. And the sunset looked so romantic.” she smiled, thinking about her and Jungkook briefly walking around to check out the sunset.

‘What was most impressive?’

“When we went out to dinner to watch the performers. I loved it. It made me want to learn more about their dances,"

‘BTS Picture Day’

Jennie sat with Suga at the table to work as they wrote their daily diary. She wrote about her day in the desert and made a sunset drawing with the members watching it.

“I always put off writing diaries when I was in school,“ Suga said.

"Really? Part of me wanted to invest in a journal to write out my thoughts but then it turned into lyrics so I just started writing songs about my feelings,”

“That’s good. I’m still waiting for you to work on your project,”

“Eventually,” she grinned.

The next day the members were given a mission to buy a gift for their secret friend. They chose a bag that had a member’s name on it along with money to buy a gift. Jennie had gotten a unique bag with the most money because the paper said to buy a gift for All members. Several ideas went through on head on how she wanted to go about it. She could buy something for each of them or perhaps see if she could find something that could benefit all of them.

For shopping, the group went over to a traditional market to buy gifts. Some split into teams while Jennie went by herself. A large bodyguard accompanied her to make sure she was safe. He was nice and she offered him some of the food she bought when she got hungry.

“I thought it would just be one member I had to buy a gift for but today I am buying something for all of us,” she said on her camera with a selfie stick. “I have no idea what to buy y’all. I want it to be different. Something for all of us to share as a gift,”

She walked around and noticed a shop with tons of artwork and portraits. She was amazed by how realistic the drawings looked.

“Maybe...” she walked in. “Hi, how are you?”

“I am well, how are you?” the man stood up, speaking English to her.

"I’m doing great. Your drawings are beautiful. How much is one?”

They discussed the pricing and she showed the owner the photo she wanted to be drawn.

“I have this picture on my phone. It’s with me and my brothers. I wanted to get it drawn in a big portrait that can be hung in our dorm,”

“I like this picture. I can do this,”

“Awesome!”

After a few hours, of watching him draw it, Jennie looked at the big portrait and smiled happily. “This is so breathtaking! Look at this, wow. They’ll love it, thank you so much,”

‘Bastakiah. A historical site in Burj Dubai region’

’60 buildings built in mid-9th century have been in operation until 1970s. Some are operating as cultural facilities’

Jennie and Rapmon were paired up for a photo shoot. They posed against the wall for a few shots and then Rapmon was seated down reading a book. She sat next to him and presented him with a lollipop while she had one in her mouth. After he smiled and took it, she wrapped an arm around his neck, pulling him in for a side hug as they grinned for the camera.

After the photos were done, Bangtan returned to the hotel to open up their gifts. They sat on the floor in a semi-circle and Jen was in between V and Rapmon.

“My bag had two people in it. So I bought two gifts. For my first person, she-oh no,“ Jimin covered his face, laughing at his mistake.

"Ahhhhh~!” Bangtan shouted and laughed as he gave it away.

“So, you got Jennie!” V laughed.

“Jimin gives great gifts so I’m looking forward to what he got me,” she laughed.

“I noticed that you have lots of accessories hanging around so I thought this item would help tremendously,” he announced and presented her with a large white jewelry box. “It also has your birthstones on it. Topaz and Citrine. So, Ennie, I hope you like it,”

Loud cheers surrounded her as she looked at the box with a huge smile. It was beautiful.

“Oh wow, thank you!” she happily accepted it and opened it. “Oh yeah, this is great. Thank you so much, Jimin. Come here,” she set it down and went over to hug him.

“Wow, I would love something like this. Very cute box,” Namjoon complimented.

“I think Jimin had to buy mine. He chose Jennie and me,” J-Hope said confidently.

He was so sure that Jimin was the one that chose him after Jennie. It just had to be him.

“He keeps saying that he’s absolutely positive that Jimin is his secret friend,” Namjoon said.

“Explain yourself why you think that,” Jimin said.

“It is?” J-Hope looked at him and watched as he laughed. “See? He can’t act,”

‘Why is J-Hope so sure?’

“The second person I have is someone who likes collecting small things like figures,” Jimin announced.

He took out the present to show the shiny ornaments and presented it to Jin. The camera panned over J-Hope’s facial expression as he looked embarrassed that he was wrong. Everyone laughed as Jimin showed off his items to Jin.

“J-Hope kept saying that it was him, so I wasn’t expecting this at all,” Jin stated and went to hug Jimin. “It feels much better to receive something when you least expect it. Thanks, Jimin,”

“I’ll go next and then Jin. Okay, this is very special to me,” Jennie began.

“Munchkin. Look at me. This is for me, right? You picked me?” J-Hope asked as the members laughed.

“You’ll see,” she responded, leaving everyone in suspense. “Okay, this is very special to me because this is regarding the day we got our first win for I Need U and how proud you all were of me for just always working my hardest in this group. There are days I go back to this picture and I’m like wow we are thriving and I’m cherishing every moment. So, this is for all of us. My bag was all of you and I thought the perfect gift for us was a portrait of my favorite photo we took after our first win,” she revealed the large drawing as they all looked at it in awe.

“Wow~!” they shouted gleefully and applauded. They raved about how realistic it looked and thanked her for giving them something like this.

"It looks so real!” they rambled on.

“Where did you go?” Suga asked after taking the drawing to get a better look. “The artist drew my smile perfectly,”

“I was wandering around and came across this art shop. I’m glad I did. We can hang it up in the dorm. I hope you guys like it,”

"This is beautiful. Let’s hang this up in the dorm when we return to Korea. The living room is what I’m thinking,” Rapmon said.

V wrapped his arms around Jennie as she fell back and laughed. Rapmon got on top for the hug and so did the other members. A chorus of thank yous and compliments on the gift made her heart soar. Buying that for them was the best decision ever.

“God, y'all heavy! What are you eating!?” she joked while they got off of her, one by one.

After they all got situated again, it was Jin’s turn to reveal who he had.

“Wait Jin. Look at me. Did you get me?” J-Hope asked and watched as he let out a laugh. “He did!”

‘No, he did not’

“You’re mighty confident there,” Jen chuckled.

“J-Hope, what if he didn’t?” Namjoon laughed.

“I know he did. I am very confident in my prediction this time,” J-Hope declared.

“I picked this because he has a lot of things on his desk but there’s nothing pretty,” Jin revealed and took the lamp out of the bag. He plugged it in the showed them how it looked and they all complimented it on how fancy it appeared. “The person with a messy desk is Jungkook,”

“Wow, awesome!” Jungkook took the lamp out of his hands. “Jin hyung, I’m so touched!”

“Glad you like it,”

“Thanks, Jin,” he high fived him.

“It’s awkward,” J-Hope scratched the side of his neck and laughed that he still had not been chosen individually. “Whoever bought my present must feel awkward now. Who bought mine?”

Jungkook took out the gift he bought. “Well, this person really likes clothes. He likes accessories, too,“

“It’s V,” J-Hope assumed.

‘How can he not know?’

“He likes something fancy but something simple, too. Here’s a bracelet first,” Jungkook revealed the present out of the bag and then the shirt and bag.

‘Gotta be J-Hope this time,’ Jennie thought as she giggled at him being oblivious to the hints.

“But I think this is the big hint. See? It’s green.” Namjoon pointed out as realization hit Hobi like a truck and he laughed with Jungkook who smacked his chest.

“Wow, I had no idea,” he said as the members playfully made fun of how bad his guesses were.

Next up was Hobi to revealed the gift he bought as he explained that it was a Dubai fragrance.

“I hope he remembers what we did today whenever he smells this fragrance. Suga!”

“I knew it!” he grinned and received it. “We went to the fragrance store together. I said I like how it smells and he bought it,”

After spraying some for everyone to smell, Suga grabbed his gift to present. “I bought this for him because he’s into accessories these days. When I first saw this, I thought it goes really well with what he usually wears. It’s a ring,”

He took it out of the bag and presented the silver ring. Once they saw how big it was everyone knew it was for Rapmon as he let out a laugh.

“I wasn’t sure which size to get,” Suga said but it fit perfectly on Rapmon and he was satisfied with the ring.

After thanking Suga for the gift, he grabbed the present he bought. “When I was getting his present, I knew I was going to get him and it really happened. V was born in December, right? The birthstone for December is turquoise,”

After explaining, he revealed the necklaces and bracelets with turquoise in them as everyone looked at them in amazement. Rapmon then explained that wearing his birthstone would bring good luck.

“You’re starting a drama, too. I wish you good luck and success,” Rapmon applauded him.

Lastly was V who had Jimin as he thought this gift would be useful for him. He revealed golden playing cards that excited all of them while Jimin had his eyes closed.

“Jimin has been playing this game a lot,” V said.

“It’s one-card,” Suga laughed.

“Oh, I know what it is. I think it’s a golden deck of playing cards,” he figured out. “Someone was trying to sell them to me,”

After being given the cards, Jimin shuffled them and Bangtan was impressed with how he shuffled them with ease. After enjoying their gifts, the members spent their last day at the hotel taking photos and writing in their diaries.

On their last day, they spent time in the pool area to play some games.

‘BTS having fun in the water at a swimming pool in Dubai’

‘Playing three games in two teams. The winning team will get 1,500 AED!’

‘Which team will win?’

The teams were divided by older vs younger members and the first game was the relay swimming. The rules were simple. Swim to the other side and choose an item.

First up was Suga vs Jungkook as they ran in the pool.

“Wow! Min Suga! Go Min Suga!” Rapmon cheered.

“Come on, Jungkook! You got this!” Jennie shouted as he managed to pass the halfway point first.

Jungkook picked up a watermelon ball while Suga picked up a tube to swim back to their teams. Jungkook made it to his team first and V ran into the water. Suga slowly made it back to his team as Jennie laughed.

“I tried my best, I tried my best,” Suga said out of breath.

“Oh my gosh. It was smart for us to get the ball instead. The tube is slowing the other team down,” she said next to Jimin as Rap Monster accelerated slowly.

As the game progressed J-Hope caught up with V and started playing around, trying to stop each other from going.

“V!” Jennie laughed when he suddenly threw the ball, allowing J-Hope to make it to his team first.

J-Hope gave the tube to Jin and he quickly swam forward while V was still far behind, trying to swim back with the ball.

“V~! Get over here! We’re losing!” Jimin wailed.

Loud cheers from the older team got louder as Jin progressed. Once V gave the ball to Jennie, Jin progressed to the half waypoint.

Now, this was pressure.

Jen ran in and swam as fast as she could but sadly, the older guys won and celebrated. Once she made it back, Jimin and Jungkook looked displeased that they lost all because V had messed up and Jennie didn’t swim fast enough to catch up.

“Sorry,” she frowned.

“I don’t even know what to say,” Jimin said, mostly to V who was the main reason for the defeat.

“Guys, it’s fine~! We’ll get them next time,” she reassured. “You tried your best V, don’t even worry about it,”

However, Jungkook and Jimin didn’t listen and decided to punish V by giving him a smack on the butt and kicked him into the pool.

‘2nd game. Calvary Battle’

‘One person from each team wears a hat. Whoever takes off their opponent’s hat or pushes them into the water wins.’

It was decided that Jungkook was going to go up against Jin. Jennie aided Jimin and V to lift him up while Jin’s teammates did the same.

“Go!” a staff member shouted.

Jin attacked first but Jungkook swiftly leaned back to avoid it. It was a back and forth battle up until Jungkook pushed Jin back to make him fall into the water.

“Woohoo! Victory!” Jennie cheered.

“Yay! We won!” V happily said.

‘3rd game. Taboo’

‘Explain words using the body in 60 seconds. Whoever gets more correct answers will win’

The younger team went first and J-Hope revealed the first word to V.

‘Mascara’

“Contacts!” Jungkook said.

“Eyelashes!” Jimin shouted

“It’s mascara!” Jen answered which immediately got a smile from V.

‘Statue of Liberty’

V posed just like the statue and Jungkook answered it correctly.

‘Free Fall’

This was a difficult one because the team thought he was trying to explain hula hoop with the way he was swinging his hips.

“I...I have no clue, man,” Jen shrugged, looking confused.

“What is he doing? He’s really bad,” the older team pointed out.

“Next one!” V said

‘Escalator’

“How do I do this?” he pondered

“Stairs!” Jimin answered as they watched V walk down.

But nothing he was doing was getting through their heads.

“A mountain God!” Jungkook randomly answered. “Elevat...escalator!”

Then V showed off his teeth, making them assume it was a vampire. Jungkook answered Dracula and got it correct.

“Poop! Urgent poop!” Jimin answered as they watched V look uncomfortable.

"You got gas?” Jen wondered.

“Constipation!” Jungkook said and got it correct.

Once the older team went, Jennie and the rest of the boys laughed at how extra J-Hope was to try to show off the word with his body. And she was blown away at how easily her opponents were getting everything right. They were good at this game, yelling out answers.

In the end, the younger team got 5 points while the older team got 6 and won the tournament and prize.

“I’m not going to team up with V again,” Jungkook announced.

“Hey, come on...” V grinned sheepishly.

“Gosh...”

“We almost won,” Jimin added as he walked away with Jungkook.

“Stop being mean. I’ll be teaming up with you, again. It’s all good. At least we had fun,” Jennie smiled and ruffled V’s hair, making him feel better about himself.

---------

Off camera, Jennie spotted an open volleyball court and suggested, “Hey, can we play another game?”

“What game?” V asked.

“Volleyball. We can be on different teams,”

“I want Jennie on my team!” Jimin announced and grabbed a hold of her.

The Golden Maknae made a facial expression of protest. “No, she’s going to be on my team,” he reached out for her, pulling her away from Jimin. He held her close into his arms while playfully glaring at him.

“No way. I said she’s on my team first,”

“You only want her because Jennie decimates everyone in volleyball during the Idol Star Athletic Championships,”

“Okay, but it’s unfair if you and her are on the same team! It’ll be OP!”

“V, help?” she pleaded as she was in the middle of this tug of war.

V did help get her out of it as they watched Jimin and Jungkook bicker.

“OP? What is OP?” Namjoon asked.

“Over Powered. Overpowering. You know. Like in video games,” Jen explained.

After some serious protest, the teams were split up so that JenKook could face each other. Jen had Jimin, J-Hope, and Namjoon while Jungkook had V, Suga, and Jin.

“Okay babe, be prepared to lose,” she stuck her tongue out at Jungkook, initiating his competitive side.

“We’ll see about that,” he answered.

The game started great, a back and forth battle. Even though Jungkook said he wouldn’t team up with V because he made their team lose, V was doing a great job keeping the ball up in the air.

Jennie spiked the ball but Jungkook managed to block it. “Darn it!“

"Move faster, honey,” he teased her.

“Shut it!”

As the game progressed, she watched as Jin prepared to hit the ball over the net. She dashed forward and jumped high in the air while throwing her hands up. The ball smacked against her palm and managed to stay on his side, winning a point for her team.

Their game had a lot of close calls along with Jimin and Jin bickering. But in the end, Jen’s team won thanks to Namjoon’s unexpected spike.

“Yes!” she ran and jumped on his back, giving him multiple kisses on his cheek. “We did it!”

In the evening, the group went to the Dubai Mall and watched the largest fountain show during dinner. They took tons of photos and videos of the sight and then went to stand around to get a better view.

With the cameras away from them, Jungkook stood behind Jen and kissed her cheek as they watched the show.

#bts 8th member #jungkook x oc #bangtan boys #bts additional member #bts #the bangtan gal #bts fanfic #bts fluff #bts fanfiction #jungkook fanfic #kpop fanfiction #jungkook fluff

14 notes · View notes

missdbrill · 4 months ago

Text

I don't feel like I'm enjoying this relationship any more and I don't know what that means.

How can you love so many parts of someone but they also suck the fun out of everything. Yet they can also be all the fun. It's SO weird and I'm so tired.

We went to Dubai to celebrate my 40th but then didn't celebrate my 40th as 'it was 2 weeks ago'. I mean seriously. The whole holiday was a bit if a shambles for our relationship. Bare minimum affection and attention from him. No sex apart from when I initiated the first night. Rejected for sex. No kissing. Minimal cuddles. I don't know what I am doing. Why am I so attracted to this.

On top of that I basically had a complete breakdown. We went to a restaurant where I wanted the lobster spaghetti. Which was surplus charge on topnof half board. He had already commented prior about it being pointless paying more. But he was also already aware that's what I wanted to order. Yet even after I ordered it he was asking why. I mean what is the answer to that??? Because I frickikg wanted to. Because I'm on holiday. Because it's my bday celebration. But mainly because I am fricking paying for it. That on top of all the rejection I was feeling was the last straw. I stormed out the restaurant and didn't even want to go back. I was so over all the negativity all the time. But I knew I had to go back. I didn't want the holiday ruined. I didn't want to be alone. He literally had no idea I even left. He assumed I went to the toilet. His complete lack of emotional intelligence blows my kind sometimes. He wasn't even remotely sympathetic. Just mad that I was getting annoyed over nothing. I felt so sick I didn't even finish my meal. It was all such a waste. Why are people like this??? It carried on all evening. That was it then. Just yhe cold shoulder from him. It was awful. I was hysterical which made it worse. In the night once we fell asleep he did pull me in and tell me he loved me. I wish he had made love to me though. It's all so lacking. What the hell am I doing??? It's nothing like the man I messaged in the beginning. The open hearted, kind and caring human whonsaid we could get through anything together. Who said we could talk through anything. He doesn't want to talk. Ever. About anything.

It was just his birthday weekend and I had booked the Friends experience in London. I knew it might not be entirely his thing but thought it would be cute together. His immediate reaction was ' this is weird'. Then commenting he was the only man there. He wasn't. Just no gratitude or appreciation at all. I don't know what I am doing. I am so wasted on him. 2 years in and it feels more backwards than ever. We are not progressing anywhere. Yet I still am so wildy attracted to him. But I know that's not enough. When he is being protective, loving boyfriend it is the best thing in the world. But it is literal breadcrumbs. Yet I know I will spend the rest of my life missing him. But he will never love me deep enough. It's all so superficial. He doesn't care to be alone. He doesn't care enough about anything. He will never care enough about me. Or my feelings at least. I cry way too much in this relationship for it to be right. I don't want to lose him. But I don't know what path to take.

0 notes

briamichellewrites · 5 months ago

Text

Bria and Brad were on a 10-day trip to Dubai together. George extended an invitation to join him and his girlfriend, Krista Allen. He also invited Matt and his wife, Luciana, who planned to join them the next day. He reserved a three-bedroom suite for them, complete with three bathrooms. They flew from Utah to Dubai in her private plane, which took more than 16 hours. Because it was a long flight, she reserved reclining seats in case they wanted to sleep.

The flight attendants greeted them as they boarded. Their jackets were taken from them. Thank you. A fresh blanket, a face mask, earplugs, and a robe awaited them on their seats. Everything was packaged in clear plastic bags to indicate that it had never been used before. They sat down beside each other. Could the flight attendants get something for them while they waited for takeoff?

She ordered a Coke, as did he. Their meals would be delivered once they were in the air. They thanked them. Bria was very excited about going to Dubai because she had never been there before. Brad expected her to have a lot of fun! George mentioned inviting her to his house in Lake Como, Italy, if everything went well. He could not understand why it wouldn't. She would enjoy his sense of humour and playful demeanour. He would certainly pull a prank on her.

He was quite the jokester, and anyone could become his target. Brad discovered this while on the set of Oceans Eleven. The whole cast did. For the time being, they were getting ready to leave. She placed the blanket over her lap because she was cold. It was ten of the clock in the morning, but she was bursting with energy. They awoke around 7:30 a.m. They were getting ready to leave after finishing their meal.

She put on some clothes before brushing her teeth and hair. They checked out of their rooms and were driven to the airport by a driver. The paparazzi was waiting for them at the airport. They tried to ignore them. Security escorted them to the check-in counter and then to their gate. They were used to having well-known celebrities. Their job was to get them to their destination safely and without interference from fans. They thanked them and exchanged handshakes.

Mike did not know how to deal with Jason's drinking. If he had the opportunity, he would fly to London and confront him in person. He would not let him die from alcoholism or overdose! It was his responsibility as older brother to protect him. Dave and Chester allowed him to express himself. They did not interrupt him. Rather, they let him vent his rage and frustration. His emotions were justified.

Jason struggled with addiction, and Chester could see both sides. He felt compassion for them because he knew what it was like to lose someone to addiction. He had friends in Arizona who had died from overdoses. He overdosed numerous times. He remained alive in some way. Sobriety was a constant struggle for him. He was always resisting the urge to get high or drunk. It was a big deal for him to wake up and go to bed sober every day. It was something worth celebrating.

He encouraged him to speak with Jason and learn what was going on. It did not mean he had to sympathise with him. He could be angry or whatever else he needed to feel.

"Do not coddle or enable him; otherwise, he will never learn. Encourage him to participate in Alcoholics Anonymous or Narcotics Anonymous groups, or whatever the equivalent is in London. Therapy is also an option. He can discuss addiction with someone who understands it. They can teach him how to manage his addiction while he is in another country.”

"I will bring that up with him and see what he thinks. Thanks," Mike replied.

You are welcome. Never be afraid to express your anger. That is why we are here.”

London was 8 hours ahead of Los Angeles. That meant Jason was sleeping. He sent him an email containing everything he wanted to say, including an explanation of what Chester had said.

From: Mike Shinoda

To: Jason Shinoda

Subject: Thoughts

Jay, I talked with Chester and Dave because I needed to express myself. I am angry because I am terrified of losing you. I am not going to coddle you or enable your addiction. I remember when you were born. I accepted the responsibility of protecting you. Perhaps I was too protective of you. Chester recommended therapy and Al-Anon/ Narcotics Anonymous meetings. That seems like something worth looking into. I love you and always will. I know you are sleeping right now. Please get back to me as soon as possible.

Dubai was extraordinary! Bria dressed and refreshed herself in the bathroom prior to landing. She brushed her hair and pulled it into a ponytail after dressing. She and Brad had slept for several hours. To make amends for the previous day, she took a photograph of him sleeping with her camera. It was the same thing he had done to her the morning before.

She joked about kicking his ass. He awoke to find her laughing. After reorienting himself, he inquired about what was so amusing. She showed him the photo. He laughed, somewhat embarrassed.

“Okay, you win.”

George and Krista greeted them at the hotel upon their arrival. They exchanged greetings before being led upstairs to their suite. Their window provided them with a stunning view of the city and the ocean below. Krista assisted her with unpacking. She brought several dresses and sweaters for the evening, as well as a couple of bathing suits, different pairs of shoes, a couple of handbags, charging cords for her electronics, hygiene products, and medications. They were all laid out so she could see them.

Brad and she shared a private bathroom with a shower. When they got back outside, George asked her what she thought. She thought everything was gorgeous! Were they hungry? They could go out to dinner. Yeah, that seemed like a great idea. Brad joked, asking her how many handbags and shoes she had brought with her. Not enough. He laughed.

George had not seen him this happy in a long time! It had something to do with his girlfriend. Yes, she was very young, but it did not appear to matter. He and Krista learned more about each other over dinner. She was born and grew up in Los Angeles. Her parents worked as doctors at Cedar Sinai Hospital. She was a singer-songwriter as well as a former model and actress. When did she begin her career? 1996. She was sixteen years old when she was signed by Warner Records.

She was also divorced after three years of marriage. Can they inquire as to what happened? She and her ex-husband were both former drug users. They were too young and immature to get married. He also wanted to be with other men without giving her the same rights. Did she have a positive relationship with him? Oh, yeah. He lived with them for a time.

Her house was chaotic. She described the situation for both people and animals. There never was a dull moment. Did all the animals get along? Yes and No. Princess, her cat, considered herself the Queen of the House. The other animals kept their distance from her. Otherwise, Yes. They got along well. The dogs were biological siblings. Save for Bruiser, who was Chester's dog. They did everything together. She invited them to visit her house the next time they were in LA. They would have to do that.

@zoeykaytesmom @feelingsofaithless @alina-dixon

0 notes

tourist-destinations · 7 months ago

Text

One Day in Dubai Itinerary - Attractions and Things to Do

What would you do in Dubai if you had one day to spend in the Emirates? To see all its amazing creations and fun attractions in a single day is just not possible. So, how would you cash in your day in Dubai with the best memorable moments the Emirates offers? Well, we have got you covered! Here is a sample Dubai one-day itinerary that lets you explore popular spots in Dubai within 24 hours.

One-day Dubai holiday itinerary – Places to see

The Al Fahidi Historical Neighbourhood - Dubai Creek

Burj Khalifa - Dubai Downtown

Dubai Mall - Dubai Downtown

Museum of the Future - Sheikh Zayed Road

Dhow Cruise - Dubai Marina

In Dubai, all the attractions mentioned above can be easily reached through public transport in Dubai. Invest in a Nol Card so that you do not have to worry about getting around in Dubai!

1st attraction - Al Fahidi Historical Neighbourhood

Start your Dubai journey by exploring the old-world cultural side of Dubai with a visit to the Al Fahidi Historical Neighbourhood. This historic district near Dubai Creek has narrow lanes lined with traditional wind-tower houses, charming art galleries, and courtyard Arabian cafes. Head to Dubai Museum housed in Al Fahidi Fort, which provides an insightful look into Dubai's humble beginnings and simple heritage. Starting your short Dubai holiday at this cultural attraction sets the tone of the day, and you can comprehend how Dubai felt when it was a simple Bedouin fishing village before its rise to becoming a global cosmopolitan.

2nd Attraction - Burj Khalifa

In the afternoon, visit the most jaw-dropping sight of Dubai with a visit to the iconic Burj Khalifa, the tallest building in the world. Take the fastest elevator in the world to the observation deck on the 124th level for the ‘At the Top Burj Khalifa’ experience and witness breathtaking vistas of Dubai's glistening skyline. This is where you can feel on top of the world!

3rd attraction - Dubai Mall

After soaking in the panoramic views, proceed to The Dubai Mall, located next to Burj Khalifa at Dubai Downtown. This colossal shopping complex offers an assortment of high-end stores, fun activities, entertainment options, and dining experiences. You can indulge in exquisite shopping or simply stroll around window shopping. You can also catch the mesmerizing dance of Dubai Fountain for free! If you wish, you can spend the rest of the day here exploring mind-blowing attractions such as the Dubai Aquarium and Underwater Zoo, enjoying high-speed adventures at Ekart Zabeel - rooftop go-karting or discovering the ultimate virtual reality gaming fun with a visit to PLAY DXB.

4th attraction - Dubai Museum of the Future

With a visit to Dubai Mall and Burj Khalifa, you get a glimpse of how Dubai ascended to new heights in modern lifestyle and how modern Dubai and Old Dubai are contrasting. Let's tweak the futuristic quotient a bit higher with a visit to the Museum of the Future. This is no ordinary museum. It catapults you to experience humanity's future rather than making you revisit archived artifacts of bygone eras! It is the only museum in the world that allows you to travel through time in the future and discover how technological advancements and biodiversity assist humanity in the future.

5th attraction - Dhow Cruise at Dubai Marina

Make your way to Dubai Marina for an unforgettable, serene evening experience. Enjoy a leisurely stroll along the Marina and then board a traditional Dubai Dhow Cruise which will meander through the open waters of the Dubai Marina. It is the best way to wind up your exciting day in Dubai amid stunning views of Dubai's illuminated skyline and melodious music while you enjoy a sumptuous dinner onboard.

Apart from this example, you can also whip up a whirlwind tour of Dubai if you're interested and make it an epic holiday! Check out the following sample itineraries as well!

Example 1: One-Day Romantic Sojourn in Dubai

Go for an early morning Hot air ballooning experience in the golden dunes of the Arabian desert.

Step into a multi-sensory and visually appealing realm of the AYA Universe.

Take a Dubai Yacht experience or a Dhow Cruise Dubai and sail on the calm Dubai waters.

Visit Palm Jumeirah or Downtown Dubai, which are spectacular places for the perfect dinner in Dubai for romantic couples.

Example 2: Explore Dubai From Unique Perspectives

Take a hop-on hop-off Dubai City tour to explore the premier landmarks of Dubai.

Opt for a Flight tour to get a bird’s eye view of Dubai.

Explore the underwater realm at Lost Chambers Aquarium at Atlantis the Palm.

Take in the beauty of the scintillating skyline at night from Dubai Canal Cruise or Dhow Cruise Dubai experiences.

Example 3: Adventure Mania - Dubai Stopover

Unleash your inner daredevil during a scenic skydiving experience at Palm Jumeirah.

Not keen to jump off a plane for the skydiving experience? Not a problem! Head to iFly Dubai for an indoor skydiving experience.

Try your surfing skills at Surf House or Breaker's Bay at Wild Wadi Water Park.

Scream your lungs out as you plunge some of the scariest water rides at Aquaventure Water Park.

Go jet skiing, flyboarding, windsurfing, paddle boarding, and more at Palm Jumeirah and Dubai Marina

Example 4: One-Day Seasonal Holiday in Dubai

Exploring Dubai for a day in the winter months? Check out the Dubai Shopping Festival for the ultimate shopping experience. Try to coincide your Dubai travel date with this month-long shopping fest.

Go skiing in the desert city! Head to Ski Dubai for a fun time in the winter wonderland!

Visit the gorgeous floral blooms of Dubai Miracle Gardens.

Explore the world in a day! Witness the vivid culture, cuisine, and entertainment of over 90 countries at the Global Village!

Remember to look into any upcoming attractions in Dubai that might open on the day you visit. If it grabs your attention, you can adjust your schedule to ensure you see the recently opened Dubai attraction!

#one day in Dubai #Dubai #dubai attractions

0 notes

parkersbliss · 3 years ago

Note

may i request five hargreeves x reader who acts like harley quinn 🥺🫶

i hope you like this! i tried to nail her personality but thank you for the request!! <3

Massacre | F. Hargreeves

pairing: five hargreeves x female reader

wc; 1.3k

warnings: violence, cursing

synopsis: partners in crime or partners for life? take downs with five are always fun… for you at least

requests: CLOSED

Masterlist | Taglist | Prompt list

—

You look around you, twirling your hair around your finger with a frown. “I can’t believe they picked here out of all places. We could’ve gone to like Los Angelos, Dubai somewhere fun!”

Five sighs. “We’re not here for fun, (Y/N). We’re here on business.”

You pout a little more, sticking out your bottom lip. “Oh c’mon, you can’t tell me some part of you is not itching for the thrill of killing the board.”

“I’m doing this for my family.” There’s a short pause before he adds. “And you.”

You smile, “Aw, aren’t you just the sweetest!”

Five rolls his eyes, strolling into the building and smiling at the lady. You, on the other hand, find yourself engulfed in the scenery. Particularly the cat and rabbit statue. You had a feeling it was coming home with you as a souvenir.

“Excuse me?” Five asked.

“Uff da! You snuck up on me there,” The woman gasps, eyeing the two children in front of her. “If you’re looking for the cookies, we don’t put ‘em out til three.”

“Cookies?” You ask excitedly. “Oooh, what type?”

“She can hardly wait,” Five said, a little strain in his voice. “Uh, do you happen to know where the midwest soybean society is meeting?

“Sure do! Muskellunge banquet room. You looking for your mom? She in the convention?”

You look around absentmindedly, boredom settling in, and you decide to walk around. Or well, you tried before Five grabbed your hand and pulled you right back next to him. You sigh in defeat, crossing your arms.

“Hey, could I get some change?” Five asked, eyeing something just over the lady's shoulder.

“Oh sure, I’ll just look in my purse,” she chirps, unzipping it and digging around. “Only a nickel and a couple of dimes… oh, you are in luck, mister!”

She grabs the change and drops it in Five’s hand as you begin tapping your foot against the floor in annoyance. You were dying to get in that room and create a bloody massacre. It felt like it had been forever since you got an assignment. Which it kind of has been since you and Five left the commission.

“You know, some say the best luck is to die at the right time,” Five remarked, walking away.

You grin at the lady. “So let’s hope today’s not your lucky day.”

She blinks at you, a frown marring her features, and you just shrug, skipping up to Five.

He slips in the change, pressing a few buttons and waiting.

“So you weren’t gonna ask me if I wanted anything?”

“Sorry, did you want kiss my ass or fuck you?”

You gasp, slapping a hand against your chest. “Well, now that’s not very nice of you.”

“I’m not exactly in a nice mood, my dear.”

He huffs when his fudge nutter fails to fall towards the slot. His hands ball into fists, and he begins punching and kicking the machine, uttering curses the whole time. You just let him do his thing. The angrier he is, the more fun the massacre.

The vending machine shatter and Five angrily stomps off. You push yourself off the wall, grabbing a fudge nutter and tucking it in your pocket to give to him later. You follow after him, watching as he swipes a finger across the cake. He likes the icing off his finger, grabbing an ax by a table and waiting for you.

You grab a fistful of cake, licking the rest of it off your fingertips and cocking your head at Five. “Sorry, did you want any?”

“(Y/N).”

You giggle, grabbing the other ax and twirling it in your hands. “C’mon, baby boy, let’s have some fun!”

Five kicks the door open, holding his ax in hand while you smile.

“You!” AJ exclaimed, slamming his hands down on the table. “Call security!”

Before the lady can, you swing your ax through an arc in the air and watch as it cuts clean through, and she slumps to the ground. You let out a loud cheer. “Let’s get this party started!”

“What are you doing?” AJ yells as Five teleports to the other side of the room, and the massacre begins.

You throw your ax at the person closest to you, watching as their head falls to the ground. You brush off the blood on your shoulder before grabbing the ax and resuming pace. You stand back to back with Five, laughing the whole time, as you send your ax into various heads, blood splattering everywhere. One tries to grab you, and you gasp. You shove the ax straight through their chest. “That’s no way to treat a lady!”

You survey the room, blood drenching the table and your clothes. You stand next to a group slumped in their chairs, one missing his head, the other’s throat slit open, and your ax stuck in the back of the other’s head. “Photo op!” You squeal.

“She sent you, didn’t she?” AJ asked as Five appeared in front of him. You yank your ax from the back of the man’s head, using your finger to wipe off the brain matter before standing by Five, leaning on the said ax.

“Does it really matter now?” You said with a fake pout. "Poor little AJ. A stupid, little goldfish I could eat for dinner."

“What ever she offered you, I will double it, triple it!” AJ begs.

Your eyes light up. “What are we talking? I could really go for—”

Suddenly a body tackles you to the floor, and you scream. “Get off me, you pig!”

“You’re gonna for that vending machine, little miss,” The lady shouts as you thrash in her grip. You roll your eyes, it wasn't even you!

“We don’t want to hurt you,” Five said, appearing behind her.

“I do. In fact, I’ll enjoy carving the eyes out of your head and feeding them to my cats," You snarl.

“Hurt me? Oh, I ain’t afraid of you, you little pus ball,” she sneers.

“All right, that’s it. Hands off her.” Five lands a hard kick across the lady’s face, and she lands next to you unconscious.

He offers you a hand, pulling you to your feet. “My dear.”

“Where did AJ go?” You asked, ignoring Five’s lingering gaze on you.

“Shit!” He groans.

“He’s a fish, Five. He didn’t get far.”

You grab your ax off the ground while Five runs out of the room. As expected AJ isn’t even halfway down the hall. Five teleports right in front of him with a shit-eating grin.

“This isn’t your style Five,” AJ begins. “Doing the Handler’s dirty work?”

Five shrugs. “No, you’re right. It’s hers.”

You step up, ax hanging off your shoulder. “Hiya there, AJ!”

“Surely, we can come to some sort of agreement that benefits both parties. Quid pro quo? What do you say?” He asked, stumbling back.

“Why not?” Five said, grabbing a piece of wood.

“Here’s your quid,” He shouts, slamming AJ’s stomach, “here’s your pro!”

“No, please, please, no!”

“And here’s your quo!” You laugh, driving the ax into his glass bowl and watching as the fish flops on the ground.

You let him suffer just for a few minutes before Five grabs a bag full of water and slips him in.

“Well, that was fun,” You said cheekily. “It’s just like the old days. Honestly, this might be my new favorite mission.”

“Is that so?” Five said bitterly.

You poke Five’s cheek. “Don’t be so glum. I know you enjoyed that.”

“I did what I had to do.”

“What you were trained to do.”

Five clicks his tongue but says nothing more.

“I just think the blood-drenched outfit suits you. That’s all, baby.”

Five sighs and stops in his tracks, facing you and your bright eyes. He tucks a piece of hair behind your ear and wipes some blood from your face.

“We’re going home now, (Y/N).”

You just smile. “Home is wherever you are.”

If there wasn’t blood covering Five’s face, you might’ve said he was blushing. You reach into your pocket and hand him the fudge nutter. He chuckles but takes it.

“You know you drive me insane, right?” He asked.

“Only in the best kind of way.”

Five just hums his agreement.

#five hargreeves #five x reader #umbrella academy five #five hargreeves x reader #five hargreeves x you #five x you #five x y/n #the umbrella academy #tua #tua five #tua fic #tua x reader #tua five x reader #aidan gallagher #the umbrella academy season 2 #tua s3 #tua s2 #reader insert

2K notes · View notes

kookiecrumb · 3 years ago

Text

Aw, I love you, anon. Yeah.

JJK || Walk the Line

pairing: professor!jungkook x rich business student/fem!y/n

warnings: smut (18+), explicit language, alcohol drinking, sir kink, unprotected sex*(don't do this), rough sex/marking, creampie <3 , very very very brief breastplay, smol praise

You're not so proud of this.

The summer before your final semester in college was unforgettable.

Shit happened, and you ended up in Dubai with all of your girlfriends, getting wasted out of your mind with like 30 oil princes.

You were hot. You were young. You had the time of your life.

You drank Pink Whitney like water for a week straight. There was no recovering from that hangover...ever.

Three weeks later you're back at college with the most stubborn headache you've ever had and terrible nausea whenever you so much as smell a drop of vodka.

You still have to show up to your Business 102 class at 8 AM in order to collect the syllabus.

Outside of the lecture room, you stared at the name of the professor on your schedule for at least five minutes before shaking off the impossible feeling of familiarity and walking in.

It couldn't possibly...

You set down your bag on the small arm-desk supported by the chair and sit down before reaching over and pulling out your tablet.

That's when you lift your eyes up and see him-- Jeon Jungkook's tell-tale slender figure, his tattooed hands, and his charming smile. You've seen that body naked, felt those hands squeeze your ass and tits, kissed that smile.

Fuck no.

You lower your eyes, as if that would make you invisible to him. It doesn't, obviously.

You can feel his eyes burning into the top of your head. He's watching you curiously, as if he can quite remember where he knows you from. This is good news. Maybe he doesn't recognize you.

"Y/N....right?" Jungkook approaches your chair. "I really didn't expect you to be in my class this semester."

There goes that theory.

"Yeah, well...I am a business major and this is a required class, so," you mumble.

"Hey, listen...I want to keep things professional between us. I know we had some fun before this, but my job is very important to me," he elaborates.

You're not even looking at him. How disrespectful. "Look at me when I'm talking to you, hm?" Jungkook demands.

It's second nature that you lift your head up and meet his glinting eyes. "Yes, sir," you say.

"I know you're used to calling me that..." He laughs, throwing himself back to the front of the room to start writing on the board. "Call me Jungkook, here."

You nod in agreement.

You're unable to focus for the entire class, quietly wondering if it's too late to change professors. Student services is probably gonna bitch at you for it.

Actually, it might be worth the trouble.

Jungkook's lectures were well-thought out and he had really good PowerPoints on the material, so overall he was a good professor...it's just that you can't look at him and not remember the time he made love to you in his vacation home in Barcelona.

It was a stellar night. You remember every second of it vividly. He told you he was there for a convention and the beaches, but he stayed an extra week to explore the city.

"Just like how I'll explore your body," he said in the same breath.

The glittering city overlooked your two bodies as they grinded, pushed, and pulled against one another.

"I'm going to pound this pussy until you're dizzy," he hummed against your skin, grabbing a handful of your ass and jiggling it. "So tight,," he groaned.

You've fucked on the sands of Barcelona the morning after on a private beach, too. While the sun rose, he made love to your body unlike you've ever felt before.

You stare at the wall now, daydreaming of that fateful night.

He catches you and calls you out for it. "Y/N, can you tell me what Computer Aided Manufacturing entails and what kind of firm might benefit from the use of CAM?"

"Uhh, yeah," you swallow. "A public...limited corporation might benefit from CAM."

Jungkook gestures for you to elaborate, shifting his weight on his feet.

"Because...They'd have a lot of investors who would fund the working capital."

He nods. "Good girl,"

You choke on your iced coffee. Who the hell does he think he is?! At least five other women give you a death stare after he says that. You're in no mood to make enemies.

After class, you try your best to blend into the dwindling mob crowding the exit so that he doesn't pull you over to talk again. In fact, you don't ever want to talk to Jeon Jungkook ever again.

As you navigate campus, you try to keep your mind off of what just happened and figure out a place to eat for lunch. Your phone goes off.

It's a number you haven't seen in a long time, but you do recognize it. It's your professor.

If you don't answer it, you might risk your grade in the class. What if it's some important information about the syllabus? You can't take that chance. You answer the phone.

"This is Y/N, what can I do for you?" you ask, cheerfully.

Jungkook sits on his desk on the other end of the line, swinging his legs. "I don't know...explain to me what you were doing in Dubai three weeks ago? I saw that video."

"That's literally none of your concern and I thought we agreed to never talk about it again," you say, harshly.

"Oh, but I want to," he insists. "I want to talk about that night in Barcelona. I want to talk about how you were squirming in your seat today. This phone call never happened by the way..." Jungkook smirks.

Of course it didn't.

"Okay, well...I don't," you reply.

"Really? You're telling me right now that you were zoning out in my class thinking about some other guy?" Jungkook laughed. "Do you take me as naive?"

"No, Jungkook."

"Huh?" He pushes.

"No, Sir."

He smiles and ends the call. He then proceeds to send you a simple text message with an address attached. "Be there at 8."

You look up from your phone, trying not to look too obvious. Despite your mind telling you how fucked up this is...when have you ever let that stop you?

A few hours later...

He leans on the frame of his door, sipping on a "world's greatest teacher" mug with his sweat pants on as you arrive at his place. You have the strongest urge to wipe that cocky grin off his face.

Jungkook moves out of the way so that you can walk inside and so that he could close the door.

You take off your shoes, carefully placing them in the shoe holders before slipping on a pair of inside shoes.

There's scent of cooking garlic in the air, with undertones of steamed tomatoes and basil.

"Look at you, culturally aware..." Jungkook praises, putting his mug down on the kitchen counter. "Thank you."

"I just don't want to get your floors dirty..." you say, stepping up towards the kitchen. "What are you cooking tonight?"

Jungkook smiles, glad you asked. "It's just a chicken primavera. It's vegetarian, actually, so there's no chicken."

"Oh, it smells good..." you sigh.

He comes up behind you and holds your waist flush against his body. "We can eat. You smell just as good..."

Every time you kissed him you tasted the food he made with his own two hands, the same hands that touched you so intimately in Spain touch you now, sending pleasure through your body in waves.

He has mirrors in his room so that every time you open your eyes you watch your body being fucked religiously by the godly form that is your business professor.

The command he has over your body is complete. The sticky warmth of his bare skin smacking against yours harmonized with every sound that escaped your lips. He swallowed every moan, languidly swirling his hips inside of you.

Every demand was met with a "Yes, Sir," and every compliant response earned a sultry "Good girl." You were his student, and he loved rewarding you.

"You're going to listen to me and only during those lectures. I don't care how wet you get from remembering how I fucked you. You won't fail my class," he kneads you harshly, imprinting on your ass.

",, mm!" You whine, rolling your eyes back with every life-giving thrust inside of your dripping cunt. It's thrilling, like an addiction. You can feel the familiar flutter along with the rapid palpitations of your heart.

You bury your face between his pillows and bring your hips up so he can use you better.

He whips his head back and groans deeply, his nails digging into your thighs as he smacks himself deep into your cervix. "Such a sweet little cunt,," he pants. "Ohh,,"

Jungkook lowers himself and starts to kiss up your back as he thrusts, planting adoring kisses down your back. A rush overcomes you at the realization of his affection.

"Mm!" You exclaim. "Fuck~! Fuck, if you don't stop I'm going to cum,"

Jungkook doesn't relent. He continues his vigorous pace, his tattooed hands cupping your tits as his thighs slap against yours.

He gasps, suddenly, painting you with his cum. You convulse around him, creaming around him for every drop of it as a surge of euphoric pleasure surges through you.

Old habits die hard.

a/n: I get really giggly when I am being pounded into :). Imagine y/n as the giggly type if you can. Should I make it a series? lmk.

#jungkook smut #jungkook #jungkook x reader smut #jungkook x reader #jungkook pwp #jungkook x reader pwp #bts smut #bts pwp #bts fanfic #bts fic #bts jungkook #professor!jungkook #professor!jungkook x reader #professor!jungkook x reader smut #bts college au #bts college au smut #rqs #jungkook hot

1K notes · View notes

dianaburnwood · 4 years ago

Text

HITMAN 3: First Impressions

This post is full of SPOILERS. Also, it is LONG, so.... yeah. Be prepared lol

HITMAN 3. Also known as: Diana’s Game.

Dear GOD I am in love.

I’m going to do my best to make this coherent. But. I am still freaking out. And I have SO much more to explore!!!! This won’t be very in-depth because I played each map exactly once so far. There’s so much left to see, conversations to overhear, opportunities to exploit - but, I DO have some first impressions, oh hell yes.

Menu:

That menu music!!! I was not expecting that at all. It was a mix of choral and classical with previous themes intertwined, and it reminded me of Blood Money. Speaking of Blood Money, this game is Blood Money.

Dubai:

Very, very beautiful. Kinda thought Grey made it all about himself lol of course he wanted to say “in your face” to the partners, but it was like 47 was just there to pull the trigger, like he’d not been hurt by them too. But, I really liked it. Trapping them in a room and watching them freak while Grey watched me kill them?? Helloo??? Popping off HARD from the start and I love it.

So - here’s the thing. I don’t get the timing. Diana tells them then that Edwards escaped. Did he escape just before the boys got to Dubai? Or were they unavailable to reach until then? It seems that the message Grey got at the end of HAVEN was after Olivia hacked the HAVEN servers, and then the boys were out of reach so after Diana discovered Edwards was gone, she couldn’t tell them until Dubai? And it was shown to us in a different order to leave us hanging? I dunno. Maybe? It seems weird.

THE CUTSCENE here omg - once again establishing that 47 and Diana are ride or die. “Diana will make it right, she always does” - BABE. BABE. SWEET BOY. His little face when Grey doesn’t trust Diana. OMGGG.

Dartmoor:

I went the murder mystery route, of course. I figured it was Emma from her conversation with her husband, but I got all the clues after just to be sure. Can’t believe Carlisle just handed 47 the file on Edwards and then went out alone on the balcony like I wasn’t gonna kill her??? Bitch????? do you forget who i am?????? Anyway, the murder mystery was SO much fun, but I can’t wait to infiltrate this manor in other ways. Lots of Beldingford vibes here.

THE CUTSCENE bdsfgafhlsjfah WAHT????? Ok so HOW did Edwards know where they were? And - ok, so it made for an amazing scene, but Grey is a badass. He is a mercenary genius that duped the ICA and brought Providence to its knees. How did he get himself surrounded in the woods by CICADA? But he did, and it was beautiful, and he literally only shot himself to save 47, and the LOOK in 47′s eyes on his balaclava face - I just bfjKSFasad. I can’t believe he died so early tho. I was very sure he’d die somehow, but SO early. WOW.

Berlin:

fucking hell. Berlin. fuck. fucckkkk.

I wanna shout out to Mini (not gonna tag you in case you’re avoiding spoilers) but hot damn girl if you’re reading you were BANG ON about 47 wearing Grey’s coat. I really didn’t think it was his. It was. It is such a beautiful way for 47 to express his emotions about this death without actually saying anything. Omg. It was perfection. I’m crying thinking about it.

BERLIN was where this game really upped its... game. Like WOW. 5 targets, and it’s the ICA. Clearly Edwards went to the ICA board at this stage and was like uhhhh so you need to take these ppl out. HOWEVER I am amazed that the ICA is like “oh, ok”. DO you not remember what happened in SOUTH DAKOTA.

But going after the ICA is a fucking trip and I love it. I love how 47 says each agent’s name to himself. I love how he listens in and the team handler realises it. I love how she pulls the rest of her team out once you get 5. I love that the ICA agents use disguises too!!! This is truly APEX PREDATOR and I love that they named it that. Y’all think you have the balls to go up against 47??? bitch?????

But the fact that you have to find the targets and none of them are marked is so fantastic. I found 6, but I have no idea how many are actually available - but I’m gonna find out!!! The club is HUGE as well, and lots of throwbacks to Contracts, especially with the biker gang. Amazing. Amazing level. I’m so excited to replay it.

Also they really addressed the elephant in the room with the ICA agents describing 47 as a caucasian male, bald, average height and ppl being like uh that’s every man here, and then he said yeah but he’s got this big tattoo lmao

Chongqing

ok this is where I started to think this game was my fanfiction. Inside the ICA? Showing off how truly international it is, and high tech. Hidden in plain sight. Ready to dismantle in 12 hours if needed. SO perfect. This lore builds on Absolution and Blood Money ICA lore in wonderful ways.

Also, I don’t know why the IOI and DK of the logo looked different in the trailer, they must have been just hard to make out. Cos in the game, the ICA logo is the same as all previous games.

Also, analysts do client vetting? Intrigue. Always assumed that was part of the handlers’ job. I take it all back Diana, you have never done anything wrong in your life, ever

I killed Royce by firing the ppl she recommended so she’d get trapped in the data core cleaning. I killed Hush (what a name I love it) as his patient.

Working with Olivia is really fun. I missed Diana, but Olivia brought a whole fresh perspective. I also really like how neither Grey nor Olivia are as good as Diana - they both fucked up while guiding 47 at least once.

47 saying “...I will leave you to prepare” to Olivia, I yelled fdagsfa

Also I love how 47 decided to expose the ICA exactly like Diana did in Absolution. Those two. One of a kind. My heart. And his desire to protect her. I love that the files showed their start together. Olivia saying “I can see why you...” and then she stopped herself. We all KNOW what she was gonna say.

AND AND AND AND

the cutscene - I screamed

“47 has one weakness. Me.”

I swear to fucking GOD, IO has seen into my soul. I’ve said all along that Diana is 47′s weakness, and he is hers. But to hear it said, aloud, by my girl? WHAT???!!!!!

Mendoza

Ok. OK. OKKKKKK. OK. I can’t even write about this one. This was where I was pretty sure I was hallucinating the entire level. This is my Diana and 47 dreams come true. This is insane. This is EVERYTHING.

So we have OUR MOMENT IN THE SUN. She puts her HAND on HIS HAND and he looks in fucking wonderment at it. ahugarhiewEG;FEJGHEFlejlhsgfes;gjrsgt. I can’t. I can barely get through writing about this.

Diana - the dress, the Jolie thigh slit, the jewellery, the hair (they finally fixed her fucking hair), SASS. “I have tango fever” omg.

How do these ppl not have a pic of 47 by now lol

I followed Diana and Vidal around cos I was entranced by my girl. Diana was fucking amazing each time. So much sass. Little did I know I interrupted them enough times for Vidal to say “ok son let’s talk”. I saw the tango and I was like omg imagine if I could dance with Diana.

well.

WELL.

Anyway, got to kill Vidal via her own setup for me, and that was amazing. I wasn’t expecting it at all. I snuck into the house to kill Yates, and overheard him calling Edwards’ voicemail. Also, it is April 2021?? So, yeah. My previous dates were way wrong lol.

And then, ALL MY DREAMS CAME TRUE. Diana and 47 fucking dancing the tango? I was pissed that I was in a security guard outfit, next time I play he will be in his tuxedo baby.

Diana’s comments to 47 when he’s in disguise tho, I was freaking. As security “you look like a true professional. I feel so much safer with you gentlemen around” aaahhhh

UH HE FELL TO THE GROUND COS OF POISON fngjfagfljgnsdfa

I am so glad I was right about my baby girl tho. She even told him “you didn’t have a choice” about her parents. Good. I’m so glad I was right about that. But omg it broke my heart to have 47 so, SO, SOOO sure of Diana all along, defending her to Grey and Olivia, knowing, KNOWING that she was on his side, and then, he eventually started to doubt it.

I was screaming at my screen - this is BLOOD MONEY! SHe is doing what she did in BLOOD MONEY!!!!

But, for a second, 47 wasn’t sure anymore. And Diana played her part well.

Carpathian Mountains

Ok, what I love most about Contracts was how it gave us an insight into 47′s psyche, and this game upped that tenfold. Him seeing all his targets surround him? Him imagining Diana and the Constant dancing together? Him imagining her say terrible things about him, things he’s thought about himself deep down, always, omg, but he finally snapped out of it. Ironic that thinking about Grey snapped him out of it, when in life Grey had not trusted Diana. But 47 came to the realisation on his own. Diana would never betray him.

opening that door and finding out you’re on a fucking train?????? I screamed.

I am a bit disappointed that it turned out Romania wasn’t significant, they just happened to be passing through. But omg the fact that you are “subject 47″ again. I freaked. This is 47′s worst nightmare.

I love that you have a free pass to kill everyone in this level. I did it in stealth anyway, cos it felt wonderfully tense to sneak through that train. But wow. This is another BIG risk that IO took. The train was straight out of Uncharted, and crafting a silencer for your pistol??? Hello The Last of Us????? But I don’t care. They used those elements super well.

I think some people will be angry at this game because parts of it (especially the last level) were a departure from how HITMAN and HITMAN 2 worked. But I love it. I love that they took risks to tell the story they wanted to tell, and those risks paid off.

47′s undying loyalty to Diana, omg. Telling Edwards bye bitch, I’ll never forget who I am again, and Diana thinks you suck. <3<3<3<3<3

ENDING

OH MY GOD. ONE YEAR LATER????? 47 obviously took some time off cos he fucking needed a break. But he’s back, baby. Ending on “it’s good to be back” was wonderful. The game ended where the 2015 trailer for HITMAN started, and I’m crying. He’s ready to continue with Diana, and not because it’s what he was made to do, not because he doesn’t know what else to do, but finally, because he CHOOSES to do that.

But one year later? What does that mean? Has Diana rebuilt the ICA like in Blood Money, or will she and 47 work together without anyone else? They’ll need the infrastructure that an organisation like the ICA has though. Diana said she would dismantle Providence from the top down once Edwards was gone, but how? Does that mean dismantling what’s left of the ICA? They were one and the same by the end of the game. All that didn’t just disappear. I’m left with so many questions.

I was disappointed Diana wasn’t in the cabin when 47 got there. And I wonder why she wasn’t. She knew he was coming, but they are clearly still on good terms. Maybe she wasn’t sure what to expect. But does that mean they hadn’t spoken in a year since??? But she didn’t sound surprised to hear him, and he had coordinates that he was following, so I think they arranged to meet. But her phone was in there when he arrived, and she wasn’t. Maybe he was tracking her phone? Did she come back there to him after?????

BUT BUT BUT BUT BUT BUT

the game

ended

with 47

smiling

And for that I will be forever grateful.

Ok bye, I need to play it again. RIP work tomorrow lol

#hitman 3 first impressions #hitman3spoilers

44 notes · View notes

werejusttouchingeachother · 5 years ago

Text

DUBAI 2019 [August 26th, 2:00PM]

Chapter 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6 | 7 | 8 T/W: smut, cursing Words: 8078

“Colour blocking and minimalism,” you state, gesturing to the board where you’d presented a layout of some mannequins wearing your designs. “Both of these aspects will be the focus of this season, without either overpowering the other, but instead finding a way for both to complement each other and be incorporated together.”

Bonjour’s chief editor watches you with careful interest as your voice echoes around the conference room, the table of the entire team taking notes as you switch through the slides on the screen. Your eyes catch Seoyeon who is standing at the back of the room against the wall, her face cast in a frown as she stares down at her phone.

“The concept is simple,” you explain, glancing at Seoyeon before turning to those at the table as you continue. “Incorporating the basic colour theory into what would otherwise be a plain outfit. Emphasising on the interactions between hues, brightness and saturation, we will combine and harmonise colours together so as to produce a range of monochromatic, analogous and alternate analogous looks as we can see in these designs.”

One of the co-directors asks about the outfit on the corner right and the chief editor answers him, gesturing to the screen. Seoyeon looks up from her phone then and you raise your eyebrow in question.

‘Baekhyun,’ she mouths, making your eyes widen slightly and Seoyeon immediately shakes her head, raising her hands in a gesture to make you calm down.

She rolls her eyes as you make your way towards the water cooler next to her, asking loudly, “Does anyone want water?” before muttering lowly under your breath, “What happened?

“He just texted me asking where you are and why you’re not responding to his messages,” Seoyeon whispered. “I told him about the presentation, its fine, go give Jennie her water.”

You stand back with Seoyeon as one of the art directors from your crew head to the front of the room to continue the presentation. You feel Seoyeon’s gaze on you, wondering why you looked like you hadn’t slept a lot but as you turned to her and faked a sheepish smile, she rolls her eyes before turning back to the screen, concluding that you’d just had fun with your boyfriend after several months apart.

You don’t mention the sudden mood-shift that had occurred last night—the way you’d seen Baekhyun wearied down with immense stress suddenly as he sat in your bed, waiting for you from the shower. You’d expected him to crash after all the activities that you’d just done in the bath together but had noticed him checking his phone as you’d gotten into bed, sighing at the warmth of the soft sheets against your skin.

Your eyes were almost closing lazily when you’d suddenly noticed his entire demeanour change. His shoulders had tensed, eyebrows furrowing and those lips that you’d kissed swollen just an hour ago form that half-frown and half-pout that hurt you every time you saw it.

“What’s wrong?” You’d finally asked when he seemed to be unable to lower the phone, eyes transfixed on the screen as he read.

“Hmm?” Baekhyun had let out a distracted hum, forcing himself to sound nonchalant. “Nothing, let’s sleep. I have to be up early for the shoot tomorrow.”

“Baek,” you frown, starting to sit up slightly as you grew more worried at the way he’d been deflecting your concern. “What happened? Is it Hyungnim?”

“No, no, it's nothing, don't worry about it,” Baekhyun reassures you, finally keeping his phone aside.

You’d started to prod further but he’d flicked the light off, plunging the room in darkness and effectively silencing your concern. You’d moved closer to his chest, one arm curling in between your bodies while you wrapped the other around his waist. He’d reflexively wrapped his own around your shoulders, pulling you into him as he stretched the other over the pillow above your head.

You were closing your eyes, almost falling asleep until you felt his fingers drum lightly against your shoulder, a habit of his whenever he was restless.

You waited for his breaths to become slow and deep but his chest remained tense beneath your face, fingers still drumming.

Gripping his hip then, you’d finally pulled back to look at him and Baekhyun lowered his gaze to you immediately.

The window to your room was right behind you and the city lights outside cast a glow on his face that allowed you to see him clearly, the way his forehead was creased with worry and his entire body was tense.

It almost reminded you of that day in the power room, so many years ago when he’d stared at you like you were the only thing he could see which was ironic cause you were in the shadows and he was in the light—you’d seen him better than he could see you.

Except last night, his eyes had looked like they were faraway, a thousand conflicting emotions burning in them. You’d raised your hand then, laying it on his cheek in silent question.

Baekhyun is quiet and you began to think he wasn’t going to answer until his lips part, the words softly escaping his mouth, “It’s the fans.”

You’d immediately frowned. “The fans? What about them?”

“They’re not very supportive about the new project, about SuperM,” he admits with a sigh, sitting up as he ran his hand tiredly over his face. “I expected this but it’s... I don't know, they seem paranoid and upset about it. Their words about Jonginie and me are...”

Harsh. Cruel. Brutal. He doesn’t say it and he doesn’t have to because his grip tightening around your waist is enough to know that he’s thinking it.

Your heart fell as you could only imagine what they’d been saying. It wasn’t new to you—in fact, you were only too familiar with it for every time they slandered Baekhyun on any social media, you were the first one reading through all the posts and feeling your heart shatter into pieces as you prayed fervently that he wasn’t reading through them on the other side of the globe, wherever he was.

You knew this was a hard year for him. With the enlistments of Minseok Hyung and Kyungsoo, all the fans were disoriented enough that the whole announcement of an entirely new super unit was only adding oil to the flames. Even when Baekhyun had excitedly told you about the project, your first emotion was worry as you fretted over his schedule that was only bound to get more hectic with this.

And as if that wasn’t bad enough, of course, the words that a few irrelevant and insensitive fans used only drove in the knife further.

Baekhyun’s fingers were absentmindedly drawing circles on your hips now and you rubbed the pad of your thumb over his cheek, making his gaze focus on you once again.

“Hey,” you whisper. “It’s okay. Those are just a handful of worried fans. There’s a lot more loyal eris there right now, all looking forward to this project and your stage. You know that as well as I do. Don’t worry too much about the few, Baek. It’s okay. This is literally a super group—once that video drops, they’re all going to shut the fuck up right then and there. They’re going to regret everything negative they ever said and reconsider their life decisions. You’ll give them a full blown existential crisis, I swear to you.”

Baek chuckles loudly, his chest reverberating beneath your hand as he smiles at you, grip tightening on your waist. You’d leaned forward to press a gentle reassuring kiss to his mouth then, continuing as genuinely as you could, “Don’t pay attention to them. There's one exol out there loving you twice as hard for every one who doesn’t. And even if they don't, it's okay cause you have me. And no one is going to love you as much as I do.”

“This is sweet and all, Y/N but I’m the cheesy one in this relationship, remember?” Baekhyun reminds you and you’d promptly slapped his chest, muttering, “Shut up, you love me.”

“That, I do,” He’d admitted, pressing a kiss to your forehead before settling down into bed with you. He didn’t say anything after that but his tight grip around you and the way he smiled against your head was enough to know that he was better.

As his breaths finally quieten and deepen, he softly whispers, “I’m glad you’re here. I really… really missed you.”

You’d hugged him tightly then, feeling the weight of his words, hearing all the underlying love in it.

It killed you every time you’d seen his name in an article this entire year—he’d been having back-to-back promotions and schedules, and it didn’t help to see him grow thinner as the months went on. You’d been so ecstatic during his debut as a soloist, a dream that he’d only mentioned abashedly to you as if it was too far out of reach. He’d even commented that you were more excited than him when the schedules had dropped because you knew more than anyone, he was more ready than ever to finally become a soloist and fully explore his creative potential and vocal range in his own album.

You needed this. Both of you did. Even if you didn’t have many days together at Dubai, he was home in your arms and you’d missed him more than you deemed possible.

You blinked as you heard an applause, startling from your thoughts to see that your colleague had just finished her segment of the presentation. Seoyeon nudges you forward to wrap it up and you head back to the front of the room.

After about an hour, the meeting dismisses and you retreat from the conference hall. You've just sat down in your office when you hear the door open. Your eyes widen when you see Baekhyun enter, dressed head-to-toe in black, complete with a bucket hat and a mask over his face and Seoyeon in tow.

“If you let him out of this office, I won't care and will stab you in front of everyone here, Y/N, do not go wandering off without telling me,” Seoyeon threatened, waving a stapler in your direction before stepping back out of your office, shutting the door behind her.

Baekhyun looks over at you, glancing at the door in worry. “She seems stressed.”

You shake your head at him, smiling. “She’s right though, you should be careful when you walk around here. Since it’s a new team, they already think I’m gay due to the lack of gossip and relationship rumours so I’d rather keep it that way.”

He raises an eyebrow at this, smirking suddenly. “Maybe I should anonymously release those pics from my secret folder of you then, those will certainly prove a point or two—”

The phone on your desk rings, cutting him off and you shoot him a warning glare as you pick up.

Seoyeon’s voice immediately says, “Hey, there’s a package for you, do you want me to—?”

“I'll come get it,” you respond, gesturing to Baekhyun as you hang up. “Wait here, I’ll be right back. Just hide behind the desk.”

You leave your office, walking to Seoyeon where she stood with the delivery man. She was overlooking the bill as you stood beside her, glancing at the board she held. “Jute and taffeta?”

“It’s there.” She peers over the window to the right, glancing down at the vans that were parked in front of the office. “I’ll send someone to check anyway and show them to the warehouse.” She turns to you, shooting you a look. “I’ll take care of everything outside so why don’t you just stay in your office?”

You roll your eyes before nodding and turn around, heading back to your office and closing the door firmly behind you. You frown as you notice the empty space, eyes scanning all over your office as you search for your missing boyfriend.

You’re about to call his name aloud when he raises his head from behind the desk where he'd been crouching.

“Oh wow,” you grin, blinking in genuine surprise. “I almost didn’t see you there.”

Baekhyun sits down in your leather seat, smiling as he crosses his arms on the desk. “I like this seat. And this desk. And you sitting here.”

You raise an eyebrow in question, smiling amusedly at his words and he grins, responding to your unasked question, “I'm getting some kind of power rush sitting here.”

You move your hand towards the door, shifting the knob so it locks as you cock your head at him. “What do you mean ‘power rush’?”

“It’s cool to sit at an official desk like this, with some high spinning chair. Like a rich CEO from a drama.”

You walk to him then and stop in front of the desk, eyes still watching him. Baekhyun grins as he meets your careful gaze. “What?”

You pursue your lips, wondering if you should press forward with the risky game you were thinking. “Nothing,” you finally say.

“Tell me.”

“I can’t decide if you look like a baby and whether I should coo at how small you look in my chair or if you look hot and all boss-like and whether I should—”

You stop as you get the reaction that you;d been wanting, watching him switch in front of your eyes like he always did on stage—the crinkling, smiling eyes relaxing and his pouty lips parting as he straightens in the seat, crossing his hands in front of him. His gaze is dark and impenetrable as it locks with yours and your brain almost short-circuits at how intensely you feel it, your nerves suddenly heightening as your body temperature rises from just his eyes alone.

Baekhyun raises an eyebrow at your silence. “Have you decided?”

You don't say anything and his hand takes your reading glasses from the desk, leaning forward. You lean over the desk involuntarily and he lays them over your face, biting his lower lip as he sits back to look at you, hand reaching out to tug on the strings of the front of your blouse. The bow at the collar comes undone in his deft fingers, the strings hanging down and exposing the deep plunge-neck of your blouse that now displayed a generous amount of your cleavage underneath with the way you were leaning forward. You watch your boyfriend’s pupils dilate as his gaze immediately drops to your chest, his long fingers tightening on the end of the strings. Feeling a burst of confidence that made you throw caution to the wind, you raised your leg and threw it over the desk.

Baekhyun’s eyes widen then, lips parting as his eyes remain transfixed with yours. He sits back in your chair, losing his powerful demeanour momentarily as you climb over the desk and move towards him on your knees. The desk isn’t as large as your conference table—your hands are already gripping the edge of the desk on his side as you perch over it. You can hear every breath he's taking and his stare won't break away from yours, the intensity of your locked gazes almost making the air surrounding the two of you hotter. You raise your hand to clutch the front of his jacket, slightly tugging him forward.

You don't have to try very hard as Baekhyun eagerly moves forward on the seat and meets your mouth in a desperate kiss. His hands move to grab your arms as he roughly yanks you forward from the desk and you let out a slight squeal as your hands reflexively grab the armrests of his seat to stop your fall. You manage to land clumsily on his lap and Baekhyun helps adjust your position, hands working at the speed of light to tug your pencil skirt up your thighs.

“Is this glued on, why the fuck is it so tight?” Baekhyun finally grits out and you can’t help but laugh at the annoyance in his tone, making him shoot an incredulous look at you while you whip off the glasses and throw it back on the desk.

“Are you laughing right now?” He demands in disbelief, hands momentarily stopping and resting on your thighs. “Woman, you're wearing sexcretary glasses and looking like an eight-course meal with your shirt open and your hair hanging down right now. I'm trying to fuck you here and you're laughing.”

“Here, let me,” you say to relieve his frustration, yanking the skirt up over your ass and bunching it around your hips. Baekhyun lets out a relieved sigh when his hands finally feel up your exposed thighs.

You straddled him more comfortably now, feeling his hardness press up into the tight space between your thighs that seemed a lot smaller with the constraints of the skirt. You bite down on your lip to hold back the sounds that were threatening to leave your mouth as you feel his fingers slip under the thin lace of your panties, shifting it over the curve of your ass and running his digits teasingly over your slit.

You’ve yanked down his sweatpants by then, not bothering to take it off as you pull out his cock and smile slightly when it almost smacks him against his stomach.

“Careful, I have to go back to the set in these,” he mutters as you adjust your position, hovering slightly above him and holding his length as you slowly slide down.

“Relax, I have a million shirts here for you,” you respond with a sigh as you feel him fully inside you. You grab his shoulders for support, flipping your head slightly so your hair is away from your back as you begin moving your hips slowly.

Baekhyun tugs on the front of your blouse then, making you glance at him.

“Take it off,” he states and you shoot him a look to which he takes a deep breath and you immediately know he’s going to start his stupid rant about how long it’s been as he opens his mouth wide and loudly starts, “Three months since I saw my girlfriend’s—”

You slap your palm over his mouth and use your other hand to start tugging your blouse off. Baekhyun smiles as he kisses your hand, moving your hand away for you to easily pull the garment off. You yank it off your neck, tossing it aside and feel his hands move to your back, unclasping your bra and tugging it off your arms quickly.

“You’re so fucking tight,” Baekhyun grunts and grips your waist tighter then, watching you as you throw your head back and began moving your hips against his, bouncing on his cock. Your hands found his shoulders again as you bucked your hips faster and faster, desperate to reach your high as you fucked yourself on his length like a madwoman. Heavy, uneven breaths left your parted lips as you felt his thick cock reach deep inside you and hitt you right where you needed him. You moan aloud when Baekhyun suddenly lurches forward on the seat, mouth latching onto your bouncing breast and fingers digging into your hips as he begins thrusting his hips up into you.

“Fuck, yeah,” you groan, feeling your lower stomach tightening with the familiar knot as your orgasm drew closer. You closed your eyes tightly, focusing on the pleasure building in your veins when suddenly, a loud ringing interrupts your breathy whines.

Your eyes snapped open and you turned to look at the phone ringing on the desk. Baekhyun tightens his grip on your waist as he pushes the seat forward, bringing both of you closer to reach the phone. You shoot him a warning look as you pick up the phone, forcing yourself to sound normal as you answer, “Yeah, Seoyeon?”

“Grazia is calling about the article,” she informs you, seeming oblivious to what was going on within the walls of the room, outside which she sat. “They’re asking when you’re free to discuss all the pieces from this line.”

You bite down on your lip harshly enough to draw blood as Baekhyun presses your back into the desk until the edge is digging into your skin while he sucks and bites your nipple noisily with his wet lips, purposely being louder and rougher so as to make you slip.

“This-this weekend,” you stutter, your voice sounding breathy despite your efforts to stay composed. You almost curse out loud as you feel the sharp sting when his teeth sink into your breast in a particularly playful nibble and you hurriedly answer, “This weekend or any day after that is fine.”

There’s a pause and you can hear the disbelief as she starts, “Y/N, are you-oh my g—”

You hang up immediately and almost shriek as Baekhyun wraps his arms around you and lifts you onto the desk, sitting you on the edge of it. Your eyes lock as he grabs the sides of your neck and starts slamming into you, reminding you of another time that he’d taken you on the desk in your office.

“Yeah, right there, fuck,” you breathe as he keeps thrusting roughly and quickly into you. Your eyes roll back in your head when you feel his hand on your other breast that hadn’t been sucked raw by his mouth earlier, thumb and forefinger tugging and tweaking the nipple and sending sparks of pleasure all through you.

You grab his head as you hear him groan, crashing your lips against his in a fierce kiss to stifle your moan as he cums inside you, flooding you with his warm white heat. Your walls pulsate around his length as your own orgasm takes over you right after him, your entire body shuddering as you cream over his cock.

Baekhyun circles his arms around you as he holds you to him, his member softening inside you as he heavily sits back down onto the seat, pulling you with him and adjusting you over his lap. You can’t feel your thighs as you sigh softly against his neck, feeling him drop a kiss on the top of your head the way he always does after sex.

You’ve lost count of how many times he’s done it but you definitely knew that it’d been more than three years of it and still never failed to make you smile.

“When do you have to leave?” You murmur softly, glancing at him.

Baekhyun hummed softly, his chest reverberating against your bare one. “I have time. My schedule is done for the day.”

“Whoa, what, really?” You blink in surprise, straightening in his arms to look at him properly.

“Yeah, tomorrow is Taemin-ie’s shoots,” he replies, thinking for a moment before continuing, “And then the rest of the group. Don’t worry, I get to rest now. You have me for all of today.”

You straighten completely then, leaning back against the desk to grin down at him. “Seriously?”

Baekhyun nods, smiling at your excitement and leans forward to kiss you sweetly. You circle your arms around his neck and push him slightly onto the seat as you kiss him harder. His hand reaches for your chest again and—

The phone blares loudly, interrupting both of you again. You sigh in frustration as you swivel the seat towards the desk and press the button to answer it.

Seoyeon’s voice sounds rushed as she says, “Yeah, hey, I’m sorry but Yeong Jae wants to see you and you need to… stop whatever you’re doing.”

“Who?” You demand, furrowing your eyebrows in confusion as you glance at your notepad on the table with your schedule.

“Kim Yeong Jae?” Seoyeon repeats in hopes to trigger your memory. “Bonjour’s assistant editor?”

Shit.

“What? Now?” You shoot Baekhyun a wide-eyed look before scrambling off of his lap, stumbling to the floor since your legs have gone numb. He quickly reaches for you, grabbing your arms and helping you up as you say, “We were together for hours during the entire meeting and it’s almost been an hour since then, why hasn’t he left yet?”

“Yeah, about that.” She drops her tone when she murmurs the next words, “I don't think he wants to be 'conference-together' with you.”

Baekhyun shoots the phone a look and you don’t meet his gaze as you quickly snatch the phone up, taking it off speaker.

“I’ll call you back, let me just hide him,” you say hurriedly before hanging up.

“What’s going on?” Baekhyun looks at you in confusion as you grab your blouse from the floor and quickly pull it on. It’s halfway around your neck when you realise Baekhyun is holding up your bra with a flat expression.

“Damn it,” you hiss, peeling off the shirt again and snatching the bra from his hands, quickly clasping it behind you as you mutter, “Okay, you need to hide. This guy from the magazine wants to talk about something and it probably won’t take too long so just hide for now.”

He frowns, still seeming off-sorts as he nods and begins to crawl under the desk.

“Wait, no, Baek,” you say, grabbing his arm as you gesture to the gap down. “Not there, he’ll see your feet at the bottom. And he has this habit of walking around when he talks so he’d definitely notice you.”

Baekhyun frowns at your words as he straightens, watching as you struggle to pull your blouse on quickly and tie the knot at the neck. “Has he been here a lot or something? Who is this guy?”

It hadn’t clicked for him yet.

“Assistant editor, it's fine, I'll explain later,” you reply quickly, not wanting him to dwell on the familiar name as you wave off his concern and grab his arm, looking around. Your eyes fall on the wide closet that is opposite your desk, against the wall and close to the door. You open it hurriedly, shoving the garments in the left side to the top shelf with enough space for him to fit inside. You pull him to it, instructing, “Just get in the closet.”

“God, this is ridiculous,” Baekhyun mutters as he crawls inside the wardrobe, folding his legs to fit all of him. He glares at you as you tuck his shirt to his side and give him an apologetic smile before closing the door.

“There’s vents through here so you can breathe, don’t worry,” you whisper, running your hands down the front of the closet with its narrow parallel lines.

“And see,” you hear his slightly muffled grumble.

“Just a couple minutes,” you promise, stepping away from the closet to straighten your hair and clothes. You glance at the mirror on the right door of the closet and once you’re sure you look semi-decent, you stride quickly back to your desk and sit down, dialling Seoyeon.

Yeong Jae walks in even before you place the phone down, smiling as he enters.

“Y/N,” He greets and your smile falters at his casual tone, your plan of keeping this conversation brief and formal out the window as soon as he uttered your name with such familiarity.

Yeong Jae and you had first met in Venice several months ago when you’d flown out to research the fashion scene in Italy by yourself and with Seoyeon, of course. The timing hadn’t been right—supplies and stocks had been low since you’d reached later than the others, you had your deadline for the fashion line at Dubai approaching closer and you’d been stressed.

Yeong Jae had taken an interest in you as you went around visiting all your mentors from your apprenticeship days—he’d arrived weeks earlier with a team from Bonjour since they were doing a documentary on the behind-the-scenes of launching a fashion line. He’d been helpful since his project helped him know exactly which places had exactly which raw materials that you needed.

But then he’d been too helpful, much too eager to help you.

Fortunately for you, you’d had the perfect excuse—it was time for you to leave again. You were purely there for business and he had to respect that.

The problem here was that Baekhyun did not know about these interactions. And he didn’t need to which was why you had to get this man out of your office before he said anything stupid.

“Hello, Yeong Jae,” you greet him politely, crossing your arms. “What can I do for you?”

“Oh, nothing as such,” Yeong Jae grins, crossing his arms over his pristine suit as he flashes you his charming smile. He cocks his head thoughtfully as he says, “It's been a while since the last time we met, hasn’t it? When was it? Seven months ago? Venice?”

Goddamnit.

You wince internally as you nod and say, “Yeah, Venice.”

He nods enthusiastically. “Oh yeah, materials for this fashion line, right? It looks really fantastic, I have to tell you. Truly your best, I think.”

You smile then, shoulders slumping slightly as you thank him sincerely.

“Yeah, well.” Yeong Jae strides forward slowly then, hands gripping on to the top of the seat opposite your desk. Your gaze falls on the closed closet behind him before flying back up to him.

God, leave, why won’t you leave?

“It's been a while. How have you been?” He continues his stupid small talk.

“Well, busy, actually,” you emphasise in an effort to show him your disinterest for any suggestions that he is probably already cooking in his head. “It's a bit better now that I'm close to launching everything but there’s still more to do.”

“Yeah, I guessed,” Yeong Jae nods, eyes raking over you sympathetically. “You look a bit tense actually. What do you say about grabbing dinner tonight?”

There it is.

“Oh, I'm sorry, I have plans actually.” You pull out your best apologetic expression with the tone to match. “I have to run through the photographs of the fashion week with a couple of magazines.”

“How about tomorrow night then?”

You’re already ready with the excuse—dinner with family cause you obviously cannot cancel on family—but he beats you to it, moving to stand right in front of your desk now with his hands on the edge as he leans over it, face hovering above yours.

“Let me guess, plans tomorrow night too, huh?” He asks, raising an eyebrow at you inquisitively. “You know I'm starting to see a pattern here. Do you have something against dinner, Y/N?”

His tone is playful and teasing but you can hear the underlying annoyance at being put off every time, a subtle pry.

“Even in Venice,” Yeong Jae prods when you don’t respond. “I thought I could show you around the city but you said you were busy then too.”

“I know my way around Venice, Yeong Jae,” you respond, which wasn’t a lie. “Too well, trust me.”

He shakes his head, smiling. “That's not the point and you know it. But let's say it is. I don't know my way around Dubai and you've been here for a little more than a year now. You can't show me around a great restaurant, can you?”

You don't say anything because unfortunately, he has put you on right on the spot with his question and you're struggling to keep your eyes on his face when you can feel a familiar gaze burning into you from the closet behind Yeong Jae.

“It's not dinner you're against, is it?” He says. “It's me?”

You’re quiet, your brain scrambling for excuses. You choose to not lie then because you know he's caught you and is entirely too stubborn to let it go. Deciding to neither deny nor agree, you instead say, “I'm sorry, Yeong Jae.”

He cocks his head, raising an eyebrow in surprise at your easy defeat. “So? What's the reason? Are you really gay like all your co-workers say?”

Whoa.

You narrow your eyes at the unexpected question, frowning. “I really don't think that's any of your—”

“It’s a yes or no question, Y/N,” Yeong Jae’s voice sounds indignant for the first time since you’ve know him, his eyes narrowing accusingly at you. “Or at least give me a maybe, cause I can work with that. You refusing me every time I ask you out is kind of starting to annoy me now so if you're playing hard to get, you aren't supposed to carry the game on this long, babe.”

“Do not call me babe,” you immediately state sharply, your tone no longer polite nor friendly. “If you’re annoyed at my refusal, you're going to have to deal with that yourself, Yeong Jae. I'm not obligated to go out with you if you keep asking me over and over again nor if it annoys you when I refuse. I'm not interested in you and that’s something you need to accept.”

“I will when you give me a reason because I can’t accept 'not interested'. Have you seen us together? That fashion week we went to at Venice, do you remember the tabloids?”

Yes. Yes, you do, far too well – because the bright happy man whose gaze was scorching into you from the closet right now had gone so incredibly quiet over the phone when he’d seen those wretched headlines that you had to fly out in between your fashion week and see him and hold him until he wasn’t shaking anymore in the fear that he was losing you.

If it hadn’t clicked before for Baekhyun who the man in your office was, it definitely had now.

You’d closed your eyes involuntarily at his words and your silence makes Yeong Jae continue in a less condescending tone and almost persuasive as he says, “We look great together Y/N. If you gave us a chance, it'd be really great. I think, even for your brand.”

You scoff at this, incredulous at even hearing the suggestion as you narrow your eyes at him. “Pretty sure my brand is doing great enough without me dating someone just for the headlines.”

“Who said it’s just for the headlines?” He gave you a suggestive smirk and you were positive that your blood was boiling at this point.

And the fact that Baekhyun was overhearing this entire conversation with basically a front-row seat was your worst nightmare turned reality.

“You should leave, Mr Kim.” You tone is firm as you stand up. “Unlike you, I'm busy. Don’t you have articles to write?”

“Give me your reason and I will.” He steps back from leaning over the table, crossing his arms as if to tower over you even though the desk was between the two of you. “I told you, I'm not leaving this until you tell me. Is there another guy?”

“You can think whatever you want, Yeong Jae. Whatever helps you sleep better. Or not. I don’t care.”

“So you are lesbian then?”

“Get your nosy reporter ass out of my office, Kim,” you grit out, glaring at him.

“You know, I can just say you're lesbian and this entire reputation you’ve built can go to crumbs just like that. I can take your riches back to those rags you came from.”

You can’t help the loud boisterous laugh that escapes as you hear the ridiculous threat. Yeong Jae scowls at your reaction and his hands clench into fists on the desk, head lowering as he grits his teeth. Your eyes widen then as you see the closet door opening and Baekhyun looked angrier than you’d ever seen him, his eyes narrowed into slits. You shake your head vehemently and Yeong Jae lifts his head to look at you, making you freeze and regain a poker expression.

“That’s cute, Kim,” You respond with a grin to infuriate him more. “Real cute that you think you can destroy me. You should bottle all that confidence and sell it somewhere, maybe then you'd finally make all that money and headlines that you're so desperate for. If you don't get out of my office right now, I'm going to call security.”

“Seoyeon, is it? You two seem rather close,” Yeong Jae warns, gesturing to the door by cocking his head in its direction. “I'll release articles that you’re in a relationship with that assistant of yours.”

You look at him like he's an idiot—which, considering the last few minutes, he definitely is. “What are you, in sixth grade? Unlike your frenzied readers who read your trashy gossip columns about which celebrity looks fatter during pregnancy, Yeong Jae, people love me for my talent, my designs and my work. Not my face so go ahead and do your worst. You have my blessings.”

You pick up the phone on your desk, pressing zero to connect to Seoyeon and he scoffs, “You're an arrogant bitch, Y/N.”

He turns to leave and there’s silence on the other end of the phone as you breathe heavily, feeling distraught.

“Please tell me that was that dickhead calling you that and not Baekhyun,” Seoyeon pleads on the line and pauses. “Okay, he just stormed out of your office while glaring at me so it was him? What happened?”

“A lot,” you mutter as Baekhyun steps out of the closet slowly, his eyes on the floor. Hurriedly, you say, “Don’t let anyone else in here until I call you.”

You hang up abruptly and call out, “Baek.”

“You know, for a designer, that closet is designed pretty uncomfortably,” Baekhyun jokes, not meeting your eyes as he laughs in a fake manner. “That's some hard wood in there, my butt hurts.”

“Baek—”

“I should go, it’s getting late.” He grabs the face mask and bucket hat that he’d hidden under the cushions on the couch, quickly pulling them on. “They need me on the set.”

You gape at him, aghast. “I thought you said you were done for the day.”

“Yeah, I just. Got a message. They want to redo some shot.” Your shoulders slump as you read through the obvious lie while he turns, muttering, “I’ll see you later.”

“Baek,” you call out again, the desperation in your voice finally making him stop. “Look at me. Can we at least talk about this, please? Don’t do this.”

At these words, he finally lifts his head and looks at you. “Do what? I’m not doing anything.” He gives a small smile then, one that didn't meet his eyes that were reflecting the same ache you were feeling in your chest right now.

“That’s the thing, isn’t it?” He says, shrugging as he walks to you. “I’m not doing anything. I’m literally doing nothing.”

You’re speechless, your eyes pricking with tears and you feel suffocated suddenly at his words, your chest heavy as if something was pressing down on it. Baekhyun lifts the phone and presses zero, saying, “Seoyeon—”

“Hey, I was just about to call,” she says hurriedly. “Everyone just left for lunch and the floor is clear right now so if you want to leave—”

“Okay, I'm on my way out now,” he says, hanging up.

You want to stop him but your limbs are frozen and you watch as he leaves the office without turning back. You collapse on your seat, fingers angrily grabbing the roots of your hair as you let out a strangled sob, biting your lip hard enough to taste blood in an effort to not weep.

It’s almost ten minutes later when Seoyeon finally pokes her head into your office, frowning as she sees you.

“Hey, what’s going on, you okay?” She walks quickly over to you, arm coming around you. “Your hair suggests sex but the fact that your mascara is streaking down your face and you look like you’re crying right now doesn’t seem good.”

“Did he say anything?” You look up at her, sniffling slightly.

“No, he was actually very quiet which was very uncharacteristic of—wait, did you two fight?” Seoyeon frowns and you watch as her eyes widen, realisation crashing on her face as she curses. “Yeong Jae. Venice. Shit. Oh god, was it that bad?”

You shake your head, choking back more pathetic tears but then Seoyeon freezes as she goes, “Shit. Wait. Oh fuck.”

“What?” You look up at her, eyes widening as you watch the shocked look on her face. “Seoyeon, what?”

“I caught a cab for him, yeah?” She said hurriedly, looking panicked. “He didn’t tell me where he wanted to go but just that he wanted a cab so I assumed he knew where he was going. Then he was calling someone and I saw him pull up the contact on his phone. It was Park Gae Jin.”

“What?” You frown in confusion. “Gae Jin? Who’s that?”

“Y/N,” she looks at you in disbelief. “The reporter from Dispatch, the one who Baekhyun’s beloved Hyungnim hates? The one who—”

“Fuck, fuck, fuck.” Your heart is racing as you scramble for your phone on the desk, opening up Twitter to check if anything was trending. “He wouldn’t, he wouldn’t, not now, oh my god.”

“Call him,” Seoyeon stated, grabbing your phone since your hands seemed to be trembling and you couldn’t focus. You watch her with bated breath as she scrolls through and then types in his name.

“There’s nothing,” she says. “The last updates about him are all the pictures from when he arrived at Dubai airport.” She looks at you as you exhale a loud sigh of relief, leaning back in your seat tiredly. You run your hands over your face and she sighs, holding your phone out to you as she repeats, “Seriously, call him.”

“You think I haven’t tried already?” You groan in exasperation. “He won’t pick up.”

“Not him, you idiot,” Seoyeon rolls her eyes, taking your hand to place your phone in it. “Hyungnim. Call Manager and tell him to stop that idiot. He’s here in Dubai too, right?”

“I don’t have his number here,” you reply, scrolling through your phone. “Wait, I’ll call Jongin.”

“Kai, yes, call him.”

You chew nervously on your lip as you wait for Jongin to answer. As soon as you hear his soft confused ‘Noona?’, you tell him to give the phone to Manager, who is thankfully on set with him.

“Y/N?” You hear Manager’s concerned voice and you almost cry out loud.

“Hyungnim,” you mumble shakily, a term that you realise you’d never used to address him before. “Could you please find out where Baek is, I don’t think he's thinking straight right now. He might be wanting to do something stupid out of impulse so could you—?”

“What, what, what's going on? Slow down, Y/N.” He pauses and horror leaks into his tone as he asks, "Wait, did you two break up?”

“No no, god no. We just had a bit of a... I don't know what to call it, we didn’t really fight cause he left before I could even say anything.” You sigh, voice cracking as you say, “He’s very hurt right now and he just stormed out, please just find him and stop him from doing anything stupid.”

“What do you mean ‘stupid’?”

You hesitate before saying, “Something stupid like calling some reporters in Korea and telling them about us so guys will stop hitting on me.”

Manager is quiet for a second before he mutters, “I’m on it. Thank you for telling me. I’ll text you as soon as I find him so don’t worry, all right?”

You sigh as you lower the phone to your desk, feeling frustrated enough to scream.

What if he’d already called Gae In? Was he promised an exclusive and the only reason that nothing is out yet is because he’s waiting for Baekhyun to get back to Korea for all the details?

You glance up, gaze drifting to the windows on your right. Despite being almost late into the evening, darkness had yet to fall over the sky, the sunlight still streaming into the office through the wide windows.

This is a foreign city. He doesn’t even know the language, god, he better not be wandering about…

Seoyeon calls your name, turning your attention towards her as she says, “I'll drive you home.”

“What, no, Seoyeon, its fine.” You shake your head, straightening in your seat.

Her voice is firm as she says, “I’m taking you home, Y/N.”

“Seoyeon, I said—”

“I wasn’t asking, Y/N.” She shoots you a look that shuts up all further argument and you nod with a sigh, giving in and placing the keys to your Mustang on her outstretched hand. This wasn't the first time she took this motherly tone with you and not for the first time, you wondered where she’d be if she weren't your right hand.

To which she always replied, without missing a beat, “No other place I’d rather be.”

She waits until you’re both comfortably seated in the car and you’re fidgeting with your phone, glancing at the screen every three minutes for any messages before she speaks again.

“You need to talk to him, Y/N.”

“And say what, Seoyeon?” You ask, already knowing she was going to start from this. “There’s nothing for me to console. I can’t tell him its fine because I know it isn’t, he knows it isn’t – hell, you know it isn’t.”

She bites her lip, her eyes not meeting yours as she starts backing the car away from the parking lot.

“What?” You ask.

“What? I didn’t say anything.” Her tone is defensive.

“You want to, though,” you counter. “Just say it, Seoyeon.”

“I was just thinking of three years ago.”

Italy. Privé. Your first meeting.

Your eyes immediately narrow at her and you huff. “What? You want to say ‘I told you so’?”

“No, Y/N.” She shoots you an exasperated look. “I wanted to ask if you regret it.”

“Not for a second,” you reply immediately, without missing a beat. “Seoyeon, I... He's the best thing that has ever happened to me besides the boutique. Yes, it hurts right now and I wish things were easier, I wish the industry wasn’t so fucked up, I wish he wasn't so famous, I wish I was an idol so I could at least shoulder the burden, I wish... that we were average normal humans who could meet and date like everyone else. I don't know what I'm wishing for but I do wish it was easier than this.” You pause and sigh before saying, “Regardless of that, I do not regret it. I never will. I love him too much for that.”

Seoyeon is silent as she keeps her eyes on the road and you finally say, “What? Nothing to say?”

She shakes her head, biting back a grin. “I’m sorry, I’m just trying to imagine you in a girl group.”

You roll your eyes, saying, “Seoyeon, I swear—”

“No, seriously, just imagine the concept. You in short skirts and ponytails. Maybe you’d want dark and sexy but imagine you get sweet and pure. Like Twice's Likey.”

“Shut the fuck up.” You laugh with her, hitting her arm as she slows the car to a stop at the signal. You lapse into silence, the worry creeping back into you and Seoyeon's voice is soft as she says, “Where do you think he is?”

“I’m not sure, he won’t answer.”

“Jongin?”

“He’s not answering either.”

“He’s in Dubai, it’s not like he knows his way around.”

You flinch, remembering Yeong Jae’s words from earlier when he asked you to show him around.

“You need to talk to him,” Seoyeon repeats. “From what I can see, you both are insecure about the fact that your relationship isn’t public, except maybe the roles are reversed now so you need to have a proper conversation about it instead of just ignoring it every time something happens.”

“What do I even say, Seoyeon?” You lean back into the seat, throwing your hands up in frustration. “You saw how mad he was when he walked out. Even if I did speak of it, this wouldn’t be the first time we’re having this exact issue, it...”

You trail off and her voice is small as she prods, “New York?”

Both of you visibly flinch then, which is all the answer she needs.

45 notes · View notes

angvs · 5 years ago

Text

❛ ✶ ( LUKE HEMMINGS , CISMALE , HE/HIM ) — did you see ANGUS DONNELLEY walking around campus earlier ? i hear a lot of people talking about the TWENTY TWO year old JUNIOR . from what i know , they are studying NEUROSCIENCE and are a part of DELTA PSI BETA . they come across as + EMPATHETIC but also - PERNICIOUS , which makes sense because on their instagram ( @gusdonny ) it says they are a TAURUS . when i see them , i think of dropping your coffee on the pavement , tattered crewnecks & denim , sitting in some hole in the wall restaurant at 2am , omw texts while still laying in bed , & chipped bitten nails . the most interesting thing i’ve heard about them though , is the fact that [ REDACTED ] , but don’t tell anyone i told you that .

wow y’all really went hard in your intros i am not worThy !!! hi everyone !! i’m cj and i’m from the true north , strong and free .. aka canada bby . i’m out in mountain time , which is why i am SO LATE , i was at work today :~( i’m super excited to write with you guys though !! i brought one of my favourite boys .. this is my big dummy angus , but pls if u love the boy at all call him gus .

tw : drug mention below

╰ ˚･ﾟ & some 𝒃𝒂𝒔𝒊𝒄𝒔

full name: angus elijah donnelley nicknames: gus age: twenty two date of birth: april 27th hometown: malibu , california preferred pronouns: he/him orientation: pansexual occupation: n/a , currently studying at beaumont language(s) spoken: english , swedish ( very rusty ) pets: bulldog-terrier mix named cleo ( aka … luke hemmings irl puppy , i couldn’t help myself ok ) , but ... it’s a family dog , so ... she’s back at home and he misses her EVERY DAY .

PINTEREST BOARD !!

born and raised in malibu , angus grew up with strict , ambitious parents . his father a neurosurgeon , and mother an architect . it was very early on that they instilled their high expectations for the boy , teaching him the importance of discipline and responsibility . their intentions were good of course , as every parent wants to raise their child right , though angus wasn’t truly equipped . in actuality the couple came off as overbearing and their high expectations deemed unreachable in the male’s eyes . as he grew older , the feeling grew stronger that he would never quite live up to their standards – 97% on his mathematics test ?? well , why wasn’t it 100% ??

family time was scarce in the donnelley household . with both parents working full time and lots of time spent working extra hours , angus became independent quickly . his mother was flying to dubai for work quite frequently , gone weeks at a time . some weeks if felt like his father LIVED in the hospital . but he was saving lives , and how could angus be so SELFISH to want him at home . it meant he grew extremely close to his two younger sisters , often opting to spending the weekends entertaining them rather then out at parties . the family had a nanny to help , so he didn’t HAVE to , but his sisters always came first to him and being the eldest he has a serious case of protective older brother syndrome .

after graduating high school , he somehow managed to convince his parents to allow him to head abroad for the year . with promises of coming back home and hunkering down into his pre med degree . the couple really wanted angus to head straight into uni , but with tons of begging , they sent him off , bank account full . the year was spent travelling and honestly , just having FUN – a few months over in paris , london , italy , greece … some places he’d been before with his family , but not in the way he got to experience them now . angus continued his travels to japan , korea , new zealand , australia … never staying in one place for too long . but the fun had to come to an end .

as promised , angus attended beaumont upon returning back to the states studying neurosciences , getting his pre med classes under his belt . he is a legacy kid -- his father having been apart of delta psi beta when he attended the university . becoming a doctor has never quite been his dream , so much as it was his parents . while the male continues his undergraduate degree , he wonders if he should change his path , though that’s not a conversation he can have with his parents . angus has always wanted to leave an impact on others , in what way , well he’s never been sure .

╰ ˚･ﾟ & 𝒑𝒆𝒓𝒔𝒐𝒏𝒂𝒍𝒊𝒕𝒚

a big dumb softy !!

what if i left it at that …. !! no but , honestly … he’s definitely chaotic neutral . he’s a big empath , and will usually feel for you to his core .

i have some tiktoks to link , because our beautiful admins inspired me !!! and if you do anything ... please watch these : ONE , TWO , THREE , FOUR , FIVE ( tag urself , angus is the idiot that makes the entire thing go down )

it could be sometimes annoying , because angus can’t really ‘ pick sides ’ , this boy can see the validity in all sides ( in most cases ) . he’s definitely loyal to you , but he’ll be that friend that brings up the defence just to make you really think . because of this he can be either really good with advice … or really bad , there’s no in between . he’ll hit you with a million different solutions , confident that every one is good … “ it just depends what vibe you wanna go for ”

he … gets distracted easily . he dabbles in a bit of adderall , with his course load ... it’s just kinda how he copes . definitely known to pop some pills during night study sesh’s , essays & finals week .

he doesn’t LIKE to party a ton , like … he’s just not into big crowds really ? but if he tells you he doesn’t want to go out , it’s VERY EASY to change his mind , because he has Big FOMO . but he’s 22 yanno and he’s in a big party frat so , catch him getting drunk and probably high every weekend , off to the side with a few less people , or in the smoking pit at the clubs fawning over ur outfit or smth . after he’ll drag your ass to some hole in the wall restaurant and order way too much shit .

he’s lowkey v self destructive . it’s something he doesn’t even realize he’s doing most of the time , but he’s genuinely surprised when a friend sticks around . the ones that do stick , have definitely had to deal with him fucking about and being overdramatic in an attempt to protect himself . idk why this is so important to me , but he FOR SURE made a few tik toks w that whole …. “ if i was a worm … would you still love me ? ” AND if you told him no , would be pissed for days .

very affectionate !!!! with !!!! everyone !!!!

╰ ˚･ﾟ & 𝒉𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒄𝒂𝒏𝒏𝒐𝒏𝒔

attended a semester abroad in sweden . is very rusty now , but can hold a basic conversation in swedish .

cleo , his pup , is his absolute pride and joy . he talks about her as if she’s his daughter ok . misses her sm while away at school .

he’s so messy , but will defend himself by saying they always had a maid , and then realizes how DUMB he sounds .

sk8er boi ~~ nah , but he actually does skateboard , and is trying to perfect his kickflip rn .

loves pizza pls

is always attending live shows , he loves the music scene and frequently supports locals

will “ thrift ” the dumbest shit for hundreds of dollars …

plays guitar , but doesn’t think he’s very good

╰ ˚･ﾟ & 𝒘𝒂𝒏𝒕𝒆𝒅 𝒄𝒐𝒏𝒏𝒆𝒄𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏𝒔

i made up a page HERE , but PLS i LOVE brainstorming , so don’t hesitate to come to me for some brainstorming !!

#bu.intro #☠ ! ─── 𝓪𝓷𝓰𝓾𝓼 𝓭𝓸𝓷𝓷𝓮𝓵𝓵𝓮𝔂 // intro.

7 notes · View notes

masons-tours · 2 years ago

Text

This started out so nice but I’ve got the ick today so the final 2 took a turn 😂🤣

#vote for Pedro

5 notes · View notes

adonis-koo · 6 years ago

Text

Three’s a crowd

| 2 |

↳ Plot: (CEO AU) When your mom’s fairytale life begins to bleed over into your world you’re suddenly caught between two men and one big secret, what was suppose to be a relaxing trip soon begins to spiral out of control. All you wanted was a free vacation...

↳ Pairing: Jungkook/Reader/Jimin, Hoseok/Reader, Taehyung/Reader,

↳ Genre: Smut, angst, drama, angst with a happy ending

Word Count: 4K

Previous | Next

Warning ⚠️ This fic touches on drug use, alcoholism and abuse. Please read with caution if any of these things are triggers for you 🖤

The week had progressed rapidly as it always did. You often found yourself surviving the week more then you ever did live it, it always felt monotonous with the rare exception of something slightly different to your routine. Today however rather then finding yourself on your way to the bakery you were rushing home to get packed at four in the morning.

Your boss at the ward had let you go early to pack as you had received a text from your mother- who was thrilled to hear you could make it- let you know they were arriving at the airport at six. You had been able to wash small sets of laundry throughout the week thankfully as you packed you figured this would be enough. Right?

You frowned scratching your head as you looked at the suitcase you didn’t even know your mother owned. You had never actually been on vacation before, outside of a two day trip your mother and you had took to Busan when you were younger. And you weren’t even sure if a weekend trip can count for much. You had been pulling your suitcase to the living room when your mother caught sight of you, smiling brightly as she watched you, “You don’t have to take it out just yet Y/n, Seung will be here soon.”

Finally you set the suitcase down as you turned around, eyebrows rose and lips parted, “Oh, he’s picking us up?”

Your mother turned away slightly pink cheeked before giving another girlish smile you had never seen her wear before, “He insisted, he didn’t want the car out at the airport for that long. He should be here in a few minutes- that’s okay right?” She suddenly rushed as if realizing she hadn’t cleared it with you.

Relaxing slightly you forced a small laugh as you shrugged, it wasn’t that she needed to clear it with you, you just weren’t sure of how to reply at seeing her so giddy, “No it’s fine, we’re just riding together, don’t worry about it mom.”

And you were being honest, it wasn’t a huge deal and it wasn’t her job to ask for your permission for every aspect of her relationship. Not to mention Mr Park was the one paying for this trip, you weren’t gonna fault him wanting to ensure the car didn’t get damaged. It was such a gentlemanly thing to do though you’d be honest you weren’t sure what to think.

And maybe it was better if you didn’t, it wasn’t your relationship regardless. Just as your mother said Mr Park did show up but you had temporarily forgotten he was a CEO and automatically assumed the sleek matte black car must’ve been the FBI finally finding out you were involved in the drugs your dad was constantly dealing and buying. So you can say you definitely had a sigh of relief when you realized it was just Mr Park.

While you were relieved you were also awkward as you opened the door to be greeted by a minx smile that made you frown instantly. Jimin waved you in, his arm resting on the rest above your seat looking like a predator delighted to see his prey. Swallowing thickly you ignored his suggestive glance as you went to sit down beside him, your parents sitting together across from you as they engaged in conversation obviously excited to be on a trip together.

“So Y/n...” Jimin drew your name out, as if testing it as he glanced directly at you, body turned in your direction with his arm still over your seat, “I take it you haven’t been to Dubai before?”

Well not everyone was born with a silver spoon in their mouth obviously, more people then less couldn’t even afford to go to Dubai much less for a week, pushing the snarkiness that tempted to rise in your voice you gave a tense smile, “No, I’ve never really been on vacation before so I’m looking forward to it. I’m guessing you have?”

Jimin gave a seemingly innocent smile, his black Versace sunglasses covering whatever darker gleam his eyes held as he ran a hand through his silky black locks, “Oh yeah, the Jeon’s always hold an annual party there. I’ve been going since I was a kid, I’ve been for business as well but that’s never as fun.”

“Though this years party will be even bigger since it’s their company’s 30th anniversary, you’ll have fun.” Jimin seemed to be able to talk with ease much better then you, and briefly you wondered if he was an extrovert or if he was just really that invested in trying to get into your pants, “What did you bring to wear?”

You jumped slightly at the feeling of his lips brushing against your ear, your eyes flickering to your mom and his dad, both laughing at something he said. Your face began to feel hot as you shot your gaze to him, “Pardon?”

“For the party.” Jimin laughed angelically as he specified, “What else would I be referring too?”

Pressing your lips into a line you could feel your face becoming hotter as you store him down. Jimin still smiling devilish knowing damn well exactly what else he could be referring too. Looking away you frowned in an unknowning pout as you sighed, “Well I brought a few different dresses but I’m not sure what the dress code will be like...”

“I’ll take a look if you’d like, we can always go out shopping later if needed. I know plenty of boutiques in the area.” Jimin offered casually, arm still wrapped above your seat though he relaxed into his chair, crossing a leg over the other as he glanced back your way.

You frowned before shrugging as you answered, “Well I’d like to, but just the word boutique makes me feel poor.”

Boutique essentially, was just a fancy term for rich people Walmart where they’d throw thousands of dollars away in one whack. You lived on three hours of sleep, cup noodles and energy drinks, not exactly expensive living. Jimin laughed as he dropped his arm around you, ruffling your hair causing you to squirm, swatting his hand away as he placed it back above your seat, “I wouldn’t make you pay. It wouldn’t be very gentlemanly of me now would it? Besides spoiling girls is my favorite activity, you just leave it to me sweetheart.”

Frowning again at his pet name you said no more as you looked out the window, confused and cautious of whatever Jimin was playing at. Maybe he was just being nice? But more then less guys always had a motive, it was just your gut instinct and you’d listen to it above anything else, and right now it was telling you this was most definitely a setup.

Getting to the airport you...You really weren’t sure what you were expecting but getting to ride in a private jet? A little much, not gonna lie. It was luxurious on amounts you hadn’t even thought was possible, boarding was quick and the plane took less then ten minutes to take off. Your suitcase had been put away and now you sat in a plush white cushioned chair seat.

The plane even had free WiFi and couches towards the middle of the aisle, a lengthy coffee table decorating between both couches. Jimin was sitting on the chair on the other side of he plane, his table though was built more like a desk with a computer and two monitors, he appeared absorbed into whatever he was doing, something work related by the looks of it. Your mother had commented on how she had gotten little rest the night before from excitement, only for Mr Park- who had insisted you call him Seung, suggest lying down. They actually had bedrooms on a plane...

You were still rather overwhelmed as you looked out the large square window, the moment still feeling surreal as you glanced down at your phone, “You look like a lost puppy over there,” Jimin chuckled speaking up, not looking away from his computer as he continued, “It’s cute. There’s another bedroom if you’d like to retire.”

Looking towards him you curved an eyebrow, unsure if you should take it as a compliment or not. It sounded more condescending then anything, “No I’m fine, I’m use to lack of sleepy anyways.”

Jimin finally glanced over at you, giving you a once over before tsking, “That can’t be good for your health. It’s a good thing you got time off. You’ll definitely need this week to rest. Come here.” He signaled you over with a finger pulling towards you.

Furrowing your brows before raising one as you stayed planted in your seat, glancing down at your phone before unlocking it, complaining in your group chat while you replied, “Why?”

“Why not?” Jimin replied, smirking. His legs had spread opened in a relaxed posture and his back had sunk into the seat as he glanced at you, perhaps hoping you’d see it as an invitation. You however grimaced as you looked up from your phone, “Because our parents are dating, isn’t that kind of weird? I don’t know what you’ve been getting at but I’m not sleeping with you.”

It was best to just be honest about this and trouble shoot the problem before anything severe transpired that you might regret. Jimin only chuckled at your response, “Careful princess, I’m like this with all women. Whether our parents date or not you’re not an exception, they’re relationship isn’t any of my business. I’m sure they’d feel the same about about us.”

Pressing your lips together you looked back out the window, “Yeah I guess I could agree to that but I’m still not interested regardless.”

“And you don’t have to be,” Jimin raised his hands in false surrender as he smirked, “I just want some company. It’s a little drafty in here. Even you said so when we first got in.”

Swallowing you sighed, finally getting up from your seat as you walked over, begrudgingly sitting in the love seat beside him as he pulled a blanket over the armrest, opening it and letting lay on top of your laps, “See? That wasn’t so bad.”

Sighing you shrugged loosely, not particularly interested as you glanced back down at your chat, responding to Taehyung who had been wanting to hit the plane up for cash, “Anyways what are you doing?”

“Dabbling in stocks, nothing incredibly fun. But the company sure does make it better.” Jimin replied, sliding closer to you noting you were still looking down at your phone, “You know what would be even better?”

“Hm?” You asked casually, your lips pulling into a brief smile at whatever you were doing on your phone.

You were getting ready to type again when you felt a strong squeeze against your inner thigh making you jump, “Excuse me!? Did we not just set up basic rules!?”

Flustered you felt a pang between your legs regardless as Jimin caged you between his arms, “We didn’t set up anything sweetheart. Are you really sure you don’t want a taste? You won’t be able to stop when you do.”

Red faced you looked away from him as you replied, squeezing your thighs tightly together in hopes of escaping hand was already grabbing the inside, you could barely scrape the answer out with a strain, “Positive...”

Jimin leaned in closer, his smirk widening as he began to stroke the soft skin of your inner thigh with his thumb making you squirm as he watched your face darken in color, drinking up your embarrassment as he replied, “Oh doll keep saying that, I’ll break you eventually.”

You let out a breath of relief when he release your thigh from his grip, sitting back down in his seat as he grinned mischievously at your red face and angry pout, “No, no you won’t. I am not sleeping with someone who could potentially become my step brother.”

Hearing your words seem to jostle is memory as he parted his plump lips, pressing a finger against the side of his cheek as he replied, “Right actually, you haven’t heard have you?”

“What...?” You furrowed your brows cautiously, what was is it you hadn’t heard? Seeing his expression made anxiety gnaw at your stomach, but he only cheekily grinned.

Resting his hand against his chin as he replied, “Get on your knee’s and I’ll tell you angel.”

Groaning you felt your face become hot as you stood up, Jimin however found it hilarious as he slapped his knee, belting out a laugh, “Awh don’t be like that Y/n I was only being half serious. If you really want to know my dad’s planning of purposing to your mom at the end of the week.”

Your back was turned to him but you froze for a second before whipping around, lips parted with eyebrows shot up, “He what!?”

“Yeah it’s why he wanted you to come.” Jimin shrugged loosely, not expecting such a volatile reaction from you, “They’ve been dating a little over, what? Eight months now? Why do you look so shocked?” You could tell it was a genuine question as he knitted his brows together in confusion.

Biting your lip you looked away before frowning, how could he not be shocked? This was all so sudden for you, you weren’t sure how to feel. Just last week you were kicked out of the house by your dad, how were you suppose to cope with a new one, “...Have you known since they met?”

“Yeah? Sort of,” Jimin shrugged as he relaxed into his seat, still not getting what the big deal was, “He didn’t say at first but I could tell. After the first month he finally cracked and told me. Did you just find out?” He rose his eyebrows.

Unable to meet his gaze as your frown deepened, “Yeah...It’s fine, I guess.” Rubbing the back of your neck you eventually sighed as Jimin patiently waited for you to continue, “It’s just a lot to take in. My real dad isn’t exactly grade A material so I wasn’t really interested having a new family...” pressing your lips together you almost felt a wash of guilt wave over you as you sighed, “But you’re right, it is there relationship and my mom deserves to be happy. Anyways I’m going to lay down.”

Jimin only glanced at you curiously as he set his chin back on his hand, finally resigning to smile mischievously, “Sleep well, Y/n.” Sending a wink that made you scowl as you turned around. Making your way towards the back of the luxury jet.

It never occurred to you to ask just where the beds were but it didn’t take you terribly long to find it, collapsing on the surface as you sighed, he was going to purpose to her...Grabbing the pillow you groaned as you flipped over. It had barely been a week and your life was already flipped upside down.

Stretching your arms you took a deep breath breath in before sighing the heat was extremely humid, making your clothes stick uncomfortably to your skin but the sky was an azure blue with big billow clouds making you smile. excitement bubbled in your chest at being in a new place. Just as you anticipated you were escorted to a car as Jimin filled the silence talking, you had finally interrupted as you asked, “Where are we staying?”

“The Fifteenth Dark Ace, it’s the chain of casino hotels the Jeon’s run, its their biggest business. That’s where the party will be hosted,” Jimin explained casually, and for a second despite his predatory remarks and advances you were glad he was here and more then willing to show you the ropes of the upper class world, “We’re on the exclusive list so we’ll be staying on the upper floors of the hotel.”

“While it is a party,” Jimin ran a hand through his hair, as though gathering his thoughts before continuing, “A lot of company’s and businesses are invited to build connections and grow different parts of the industry. It’s all glamour on the outside but you’d be surprised about the dealings that go on inside.”

His words were cryptic enough to make you tilt your head, finally looking up towards him. He said no more though only resigning to look away. Sighing you relaxed back into your seat, listening to your parents conversation and occasionally chiming in, in hopes of not looking too icy with them. It was difficult though due to the fact that they had been dating not for six months. No it was eight months and she took this long to tell you? Furthermore why did she lie to you and say it was six? If they were dating this long why did she say they only made it official the week before she told you?

Unintentionally you clenched your jaw at the thought, finally deciding to just stay out of the conversation as the drive continued. Eventually you did get in and despite everything you had seen, seeing Fifteenth Dark Ace Hotel was beyond breath taking. It towered overhead with glistening lights showing a fashionable but still classy style of welcoming anyone who dared step into the hotel. And honestly it was like stepping into a whole new world. The floors were a peachy water marble tone, coated in gloss and cut into diamond shapes.

Large crystal chandeliers hung over head lighting the massive lobby as people crowded in, nobody but you seemed to even notice the interior as you felt Jimin wrap an arm around you waist. You were still absorbed in the fine interior decorating you didn’t even have time to scowled him as he guided you to the check in behind your parents, chuckling at your reaction as he brushed his lips against your ear, “If you’re amazed by this you’ll have fun when we get up to the ballroom. It’s nothing in comparison to this.”

You didn’t even respond as your lips parted, not even paying attention to his words as you glanced around, the ceiling took on an inspiration of the Sistine chapel with classical art covering the ceiling. Jimin was thankfully there to guide you out of anyone’s possible path as you journeyed up to the front desk.

“Y/n dear, me and Seung are headed for dinner once we check in, would you like to join us?” Your mother had turned around, bubbly and excited, but even she didn’t seem as shell shocked as you at the grand hotel, “We’re always happy to have you as well Jimin!”

You couldn’t even open your mouth, unable to fully register her words as Jimin replied coolly, “It’s okay Ms L/n, you should have the evening to enjoy with my father. Don’t worry I’ll take care of dinner for us.”

Your mother smiled brightly, “Thank you Jimin! Just as much of gentleman as your father.” It was so obvious she couldn’t see the ulterior motives in Jimin’s words. Which ultimately made you come back to reality as you frowned. You didn’t want to go to dinner with them regardless but you never agreed to anything with Jimin.

Jimin only have an angelic smile that could even make the devil fall at his feet, giving a soft laugh as he replied, “Well I can only hope to live up to his chivalry. We’ll see you tomorrow morning Ms L/n! Enjoy yourselves.” Jimin gave one last charismatic smile her way before strolling up to the desk after his father. His father frowning at him briefly as if he caught sight of something, Jimin only curved an eyebrow saying nothing in return before checking in with the receptionist.

After checking in he lead you to the elevator, punching in the 72 floor, also noticing it was the last. The elevator was glass, out looking the city lights as the machine sped you up floors. Finally taking a moment to notice his hand still curled around your waist you looked up at him huffing, “Is there ever a day when you can keep your hands to yourself?” You pried his fingers off of you as he chuckled, “You were gonna run into everyone if I just let you wander about in the main hall. I was being responsible really.”

Furrowing your eyebrows you crossed your arms as you looked away from him not at all impressed at his cheeky smile. The door finally dinged, sliding open as Jimin took the lead, guiding you down the hallway. There was a little over forty rooms and finally he stopped at 28th, sliding the card into the slot before opening the door, “Here’s your room, I’m at the 22nd if you need anything. Where do you want to go for dinner?”

“I like how you just assume I’m going to dinner with you.” You crossed your arms finally confronting him as you curved an eyebrow slightly annoyed. He was one of those guys huh. His smile just as mischievous as the last as he shrugged, “Most girls usually offer first but I’m a patient man. You aren’t really going to deny me, are you?”

“Afraid I am Park, given how massive the hotel is I’m sure ordering off the room service menu will be just fine.” You smiled raising your brows again, amused at the frustrated pout on his face. Stepping inside the large room as you turned back to face him, “Outside of that rejection. I would like your help for picking something out for the party, if you don’t mind.”

Jimin groaned, running a hand through his hair as he whined obviously frustrated at your lack of cooperation, “Doll you’re killing me... Alright, I’ll see what we’re working with first thing in the morning, alright?”

Nodding you finally bid him goodnight as you closed the door relieved. The day of traveling had admittedly made you sluggish and it was already nearing ten at night. The room was naturally behind huge, in hues of warm dark reds and sleek blacks. Your favorite thing though was the large window wall besides your bed. The business of Dubai’s lights below never ceasing as you walked up to the glass, gently pressing a hand against it in awe.

Noticing your bags beside your bed you eventually got changed into sleepwear before sitting against the wall with a pillow between your arms. Snuggling it as you enjoyed watching the lights below. Everything had been such a whirlwind in experience, but even now it was nice to take a moment to breath and enjoy the moment.

After all, if you’re mother was going to get married again, you might as well enjoy the luxury it was going to come with.

The bed below you sunk nicely against your body as you rolled onto your stomach, nuzzling into the soft, but firm feather filled pillow. Finally with light streaming in from the window wall you cracked open your eyes. You sighed contently, rolling onto your back again as you closed your eyes. When was the last time you got a full eight hours of sleep?

You had forgotten what it actually felt like to genuinely sleep again as you took a deep breath in. God you could get use to this. Briefly the thought passed your mind of how unfortunate it was you weren’t the one marrying into upperclass. Finally you sat up, stretching your arms over head as you yawned, it was nearing eight o’clock. Checking your phone naturally your groups chat had been active throughout the night as it always had been.

Smiling you shook your head as you took a minute to talk to them, explaining just how loaded this place was before realizing it was nearing 8:30. Wasn’t Jimin suppose to be here by now? He didn’t specify what first thing in the morning meant though. Finally you sighed after a moment of contemplating you swung your legs off of the bed. Despite the cool air it was still room temperature. You had definitely made a good decision in bringing sleep shorts, the white T-shirt hung loosely to your body as you shrugged it around, grabbing your card key as you went to the door.

Closing the door behind you, you bit your lip, which room was he in again? 32 right? Walking up the hallway a bit further you sighed, rolling your shoulders that had been stiff from sleeping so long. You hadn’t even thought of knocking when you grabbed the handle, noticing it already unlocked.

You casually strolled in closing the door behind you as you yawned, “What’s taking you so long?” Your morning voice still sleepy and whiney, turning away from the door you continued, “Didn’t we agree- Oh my god!” You weren’t entirely awake before but seeing the shirtless figure turn around, looking absolutely confused made you jump out of your skin.

Water droplets fell from the black fluffy hair of the stranger, a towel still in one hand from drying his hair presumably, “Wrong room?” He didn’t even look the faintest embarrassed as you instantly turned around, running a hand through your knotted hair as you flusteredly stammered out an apology, “I-I am so sorry!”

You just fucking walked in on someone getting dressed! Unable to see his lips that started to curl into an amused smirk sizing you up, you were new. New and someone who wasn’t from around here, or this class, a commoner always stuck out here, “It’s fine, who were you looking for? I know all the guests on this floor so I can redirect you.” Why was he being so polite!? You literally just walked in on him fresh out of the shower!

Awkwardly you turned around with stiff shoulders to face him again, his tongue pressing against his cheek as he gave you a once over, still very much as shirtless as you remembered.

His sweatpants clung loosely to him showing off the underwear band that in opposition hugged tightly against his skin. Oh wow, way to fucking go Y/n, not only did you walk in on someone changing, you walked in on someone really fucking attractive too, “Uh, no it’s okay! Honest mistake- I’m really sorry...!” you began to back away from the extremely attractive person. He was most definitely Korean, thank god since he spoke the language flawlessly, you supposed it was better then running into a foreigner who couldn’t understand you at all and would just ultimately assume you were some pervert.

Taking a step towards you the handsome stranger curved an eyebrow, enough to make you weak in the knee’s before giving a grin, his teeth making it look like that of a bunny as he chuckled, “I should be the one apologizing, I’m making you nervous, aren’t I?” He grabbed the black shirt from the dresser, pulling it over his toned upper body, concealing himself which definitely did make you feel a little more calm, “Better?” His grin turned into a smirk as he walked up to you, a confident air about him that made you want to run right back to your room, holding out a large hand he introduced himself, “Jeon Jungkook, I help run the hotel, I don’t believe we’ve met yet.”

Jungkook, wasn’t sure what he said wrong, but suddenly your pink cheeks turned a deep red as if you realized something, backing away timidly from him as you ran a hand through your hair murmuring something under your breath, “Of course he’s...” giving a nervous smile you sheepishly clasped your hands. Unable to say anything as the door behind you opened, a relievingly familiar voice whined out, “Jungkook you dick why did you say Sejin was still in- Y/n?”

You instantly cowered behind Jimin, who on any other occasion you would’ve scowled at if you weren’t so mortified at what had just happened, you mustered a sheepish smiled as you fumbled, “I- uh may have forgot your room number...”

Jungkook observed you both, licking his lips as his eyes lit up in realization looking at you, but they suddenly fell in an odd manner of pity, “So this is Y/n?”

Noticing that familiar look in Jungkook’s eyes Jimin stop in front of you has he nodded, “Yeah, don’t know why she ended up here but here she is,” He glanced back at you briefly before introducing, “This Jungkook, Jeon’s son and one of my good friends.”

You gave another awkward smile, one Jungkook found rather endearing as he nodded towards you,smirking, that confidence not faltering evening under his friends melting glare, “Yeah we already met, guess I’ll be seeing you around Y/n.” He licked his lips, those dark brown eyes drinking up that embarrassment on your face as you rubbed the back of your neck.

Stammering once more as you felt Jimin’s hands slip around your waist, gripping harsher then normal as you answered, “Y-yeah, I’ll see you around. Sorry again!” You hurriedly said as Jimin dragged you out the door. Taking one last look at the smoldering gaze Jungkook gave you before the door shut. What a way to start up the morning...

Note: Hey babes! So how’s everyone liking it so far? Shits gonna start getting filfthy next chapter 👀 Question: would you guys be interested in a tag list? Hit me up if you’d like to be tagged for when the next part comes out!

#bts #bangtan #bangtan boys #bts x reader #jungkook x reader #jimin x reader #jungkook x reader x jimin #bts smut #jungkook smut #jimin smut #bts imagine #bts ceo au #bts scenarios #three’s a crowd #jungkook x reader smut #jimin x reader smut #bts au

251 notes · View notes