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Belong To The City

MINORS DO NOT INTERACT THIS IS A 18+ STORY BEYOND THIS POINT

Pairings: Chris Sturniolo X Female Reader ⚠️SMUT⚠️

Enemies-ish to lovers, friends-ish to lovers

Synopsis: Chris is such an arrogant asshole to Y/N, but when she snaps back he loses all control and pulls her to the side ⚠️THIS IS SMUT SO LEAVE ME ALONE⚠️

Warnings⚠️: This is straight up smut okay, so any young person PLZ PLZ go away and get off tumblr and go to bed please. Oh god what’s in here?? Manhandling, spit, mean Chris, crazy dirty talk. Mannnn idek this shit is intense, and I’m not even a Chris girl, but I put my whole pussy into this one

Song for the story: Belong To The City-PARTYNEXTDOOR

Right now I was currently standing in the corner of the living room of the triplets house as they had a party going around for completing the tour. It was mainly a celebration party for Chris, but Nick and Matt would never admit to that. However for me it was like my eternal hell. I absolutely hated parties especially ones full of all these LA “influencers” who were only here because they wanted to see who’s pants they could get into first. Same boring game over and over, so I stand in the corner at most parties with a drink in my hand observing everyone else, listening in on conversations and cringing at how embarrassing some of these people were. It brought me great joy, and I could ignore how badly I wanted to claw my way out this sweaty body infested house.

I went to take a sip from my orange solo cup, and noticed it was empty, so I made my way over to the kitchen. In there was Nick, Matt, Tril, Chris, Madi and a few other close friends of ours. Although I love the triplets, and they know how much I hate parties I always am on my best behavior for them!

“Yooo look who decided to join the party” Tril said bumping my shoulder. I just give a slight upturn of my mouth

“Haha so funny….” I replied back rolling my eyes

“Hey! Lighten up! Let loose, this is a celebratory party “ Tril answered back grabbing me by my shoulders

“You’re clearly very drunk, I’m having a great time watching all these people embarrass themselves trying to get into y’all’s pants” I replied back looking at all the drink options. My eyes light up once I see the strawberry Malibu

“Woahhh get into our pants?? Says who” Matt replies looking around curious

I pour a shot and gulp it down, and then another before I go to pour my third shot I look up and answer

“Nearly every single person in here” I replied down my third shot after pouring it

“You should slow down on the shots” when I bring my head down after downing my shot I lock eyes with Chris

“Ouu is the king of parties telling me to slow down on drinking??? Are you okay? Are you feeling sick?” I said laughing along with everybody else

“No I’m just saying you tend to get a little out of hand when you’ve had a little too much Malibu” Chris responded shrugging. To this Nick giggles and has a light bulb moment

“Oh my fucking god like that one time you drank Malibu at that one party and puked on that guys dick” Nick says giggling….he was completely sober, so why in the fuck was he saying such a thing. My eyes pop out of my head

“First of all not true, and second of all you guys always purchase Malibu knowing it’s my favorite and then get upset when I wanna have fun” I said back with an attitude

“Maybe control your liquor intake and you wouldn’t be choking on dicks” Chris retorted back laughing hard with Matt while they leaned on each other for support like it was the funniest shit ever

“I can promise you I’ve never choked on a single dick, and I also promise you I’ve never sucked dick while drunk before…that’s a rookie mistake fuck face” I say back throwing ice cubes at him from my cup

“That’s not how I interpreted it when you were gagging on my dick, but I mean hey” He said back with the most smug smirk I have ever seen. My blood was boiling, my skin was on fire, I was seeing white hot rage.

Back in high school Chris and I got really close one year. It was actually the summer going into senior year, and to say I had a crush on him was an understatement. I really liked the kid, but I knew he’d never see me that way. But for some reason we had a really romantic summer, and at the end of it we decided to be each other's first everything. That being said I had never seen a dick nor touched or sucked one, and he was pretty large, so I did in fact gag a few times. Needless to say after that summer we never spoke about it again, and we actually acted like we never liked one another after that, so there was always this weird tension here and there

“You’re such a fucking dick” Was all I could get out, I was angry but I was hurt mostly. It was something we swore we’d keep to ourselves, and here he goes airing it out to his brothers and our friends, and making me feel embarrassed.

“Chris not fucking cool” Madi said giving him a disgusted look.

“Oh come on it was a harmless joke I swear” He said acting shocked that nobody liked what he said

“You fucking idiot you always take shit too far” Nick said smacking him in the back of his head. I looked over to Chris with no emotions

“No, honestly it’s fine he can’t eat pussy for shit, and when I did let him go down on me he was crying from all the emotions, talking about some “aww you’re wet for me” pfft you wish….hes a fucking joke in bed” I responded giving him a bitchy smile. Everyone’s jaw dropped and Chris just clenched his jaw and scoffed. He pushed himself off the edge of the sink and walked over to me. He grabbed me by my upper arm and yanked me hard towards the direction of his room downstairs. As he was walking me with him harshly like a scolded child all I could hear was laughing and and them going “OUUUU” like I was some school delinquent getting told to step out of class.

Chris firmly walks me down the steps into his room slamming the door shut behind us. All that could be heard now was PARTYNEXTDOOR blasting from upstairs. When he’s a little more into his room he fully throws me down to the floor, and I fall smacking against the wooden floors.

“Ouch you fucking prick, I’m not a fucking ragdoll” I said as I get myself up and try to shake off the embarrassment.

“Yeah? Well you ain’t shit to me after that little stunt you pulled up there” he said towering over me by a few inches.

“Oh me? I’m the bad guy?? Yeah let’s not play victim” I said back to him crossing my arms over my shoulder

“Oh no let’s not! But let's tell the truth shall we” Chris stated back flashing his white smile. I go to cut him off, but he immediately speaks loudly over me.

“Truth is you did choke on my dick because it’s too big and you can’t take it, truth is you were the one crying when I was going down on you, you were fucking trembling and shaking moaning like a little bitch…..fucking thighs shaking like a complete untouched virgin” He said laughing at me now with his arms crossed over his chest

“We can fake orgasms you know” I told him sizing him up

“When your cum was dripping down my chin? Yeah that wasn’t fake mama, and the way you just laid there limp like a fucking used slut” He responded laughing in my face. God why were his words making me hot and bothered? WHEN DID CHRIS BECOME SO FUCKING HOT?

“Fuck you” was all I could manage because I was genuinely getting turned on by the way he was treating me and the memories of him abusing my pussy.

“Yeah you wish” Chris said rolling his eyes

“I’m not 17 anymore I’ve got experience now, I bet you couldn’t make me cum” I told him…well more like challenging him.

“Please I’d have you used and abused by the end of this party babe” he said stepping closer. Fuck this man really got it….

“Is that a bet?” I asked, raising my brow with my arms crossed over my chest. He roughly grabbed my hands smacking them out the way and grabbed me harshly by neck pulling me in for a kiss. Our lips smashed together just tongue and teeth fighting for dominance, it was hot and it was messy.

He turned us and had us back peddling to his bed. Once my shoes hit the edge he pushed me back, as I laid back he pulled his shirt off along with his hat. I decided to take my shirt off as well

“Fuck Chris you’re so hot when you’re not speaking” I said to him as he came lower to continue kissing me

“Could say the same about you too” He said as nudged my head up and started to leave wet kisses all down my neck to my breast. He stopped and lifted back to look at me

“I can’t wait to have you moaning and weeping on my cock” He said with his droopy eyes lazily looking over me. I just grabbed him by his chain and pulled him forward to continue kissing him. He had me lift up so he could remove my bra. Once my bra was off he separated from my mouth to look down at my chest. His eyes shimmered. I will say I had a last minute puberty incident at 17 I was a size C, but now at 21 I’m a size DD.

“Since when did you get boobs” He asked, laughing while kneading them and moaning a little bit. I let out a sigh/whimper at the feeling of his large hands caressing my breasts.

“Don’t be a fucking weirdo” I said back to him rolling my eyes. He just chuckled and came down to take one of my hard nipples into his mouth while kneading the other one. God I was getting so wet just by this interaction alone, and I know he’d make fun of me for it once he got to removing my bottoms.

He continued to massage them as I let out little moans and gasps of breath. I could feel my underwear being completely soaked right now. My pussy was throbbing, and it was aching a painful ache. I so badly needed him to touch me. He was doing this so he can hold it over my head in the future about how wet I was for him. He hovers over my boobs and spits on one of my nipples. A shocked gasp came from my mouth followed by a moan. He does the exact to the opposite breast and uses his flat palms to massage the spit in. My eyebrows were knotted together and my mouth was hung open. He was doing this all so I could beg him to move on from my breast, but I was enjoying this, so that wasn’t happening.

“Next time I’m fucking your tits, and coming all over them, and then leaving you here like a dirty whore covered in my cum” He said to me biting his lip

“Fuck Chris don’t say shit like that” I responded trying to rub my thighs together for some friction. He looked at this and smirked.

“Now let’s get down to what I’m really here to do” after saying that he took my bottoms off leaving me in my underwear. Of course today I have on light orange underwear making my arousal very noticeable.

“Aww she made a mess for me” he said ghosting his thumb over my pussy, my body shudders from the touch

“Chris I don’t fucking care of course I’m wet you were stimulating my breast, now let’s go if you do get me to cum I’m trying to cum tonight not tomorrow” I responded clearly annoyed. He just laughs and nods his head slightly.

He slowly starts to remove my panties, and as he takes them off there’s a very visible string of my arousal connected from my pussy to my underwear. He just looks up at me and smirks, and I throw my head back and moan as the cool air in his room is causing some release to my untouched core.

Chris pulls my legs apart propping them up on the bed as he situates himself in between my legs. Once he’s comfortable he grabs both legs on either arm and spreads my thighs back. I throw my head back at how hot he looks right now.

“You’ve made such a mess, let’s make it more messy” he said and as he finished that sentence he gathered all the spit in his mouth and let it dribble down onto my wet pussy. I let out the most quiet “fuck” of my life as I watch this unravel infront of me.

As soon as he's done with that he immediately goes down and licks from my hole up to my clit. I was propped up on my elbows but my top half goes limp and I fall back moaning

“Holy shit Chris” was all I could say. He’s sucking my clit and licking it lightly grazing his teeth on my clit hit spit and my slick are mixing together creating the most ungodly sound ever. It is only then that he moans against my clit and my thighs shut around his head

“Fuck Chris oh my god….if you keep doing that I’m going to cum on your face” I said said gripping the sheets. He goes down to lick my hole and his pointy nose is banging against my clit in the most delicious way. Allowing me to moan out for him once again slamming my thighs shut around his head.

He detached from my pussy to look at me, and it’s the hottest thing I’ve ever seen….his fucked out eyes, his nose,lips and chin covered in my arousal and his spit and his cheeks are all red and rosy. He immediately goes back down to my pussy this time adding his middle finger while sucking my clit. As he’s sucking my clit he’s motioning his middle finger in a come here motion and then moans against my clit. I let out the loudest scream as I could, shaking and cumming all over his mouth and finger. Seeing flashes of white and my body coming off the bed. I had no warning. I was just hit with an intense orgasm. I was breathing heavy as i came down from my high 100% fucked out.

“What’d I say trembling and thighs shaking like a used slut” Chris said as he was removing his pants and I was just there basking in the feeling of the best orgasm I’ve ever had. I look up and see Chris stroking his hard dick while watching me pull myself together

“Chris that was the most intense orgasm I’ve ever had” I stated watching his hand move up and down against his rock hard dick. I was already getting aroused again. He comes closer and takes his right hand swiping it against my pussy collecting my cum and his spit as I shudder from the sensitivity.

He uses that to stroke his dick “Should I fuck you, or should I use your cum as my lube to get off and paint your skin like the dirty slut you are?” he asks, still stroking his cock. All I could do was moan and beg him to fuck me.

Once again he spits on my pussy and on his dick using it as extra lube. He’s looking down as he places the tip at my entrance. We both lock eyes as his dick enters me, both of our mouths dropping and our eyebrows kneading together. Both of us whispering fuck. He slowly starts to go in and out.

“Fuck Chris you gotta move you feel so good I wanna feel you pounding me” I told him he bites his lip and nods starting to pick up the pace

30 seconds later he’s rapidly thrusting into me like there’s no tomorrow rubbing my nipples and then going back to my clit. I’m a moaning bitch right now, and I’m about to cum on his cock I can feel it, so I started clenching his dick.

“Fuck Y/N keep doing that I’m going to fucking cum all over you” He said into my ear with his arms on either side of my head as his chain dangles in my face and his sweat starts to fall on me.

“Chris keep touching my clit I’m going to cum so hard again” my breathing was becoming more rapid and my moans were becoming silent as my mouth would just stay open and my eyes shut. He backed up a little bit so he could look down at me while rubbing my clit.

“Fuck open your eyes I wanna hold eye contact while we cum” he said, and I did what I was told I opened my eyes just as I was about to cum, with one more thrust I came so hard on his dick clenching down and moaning while looking into his eyes. As soon as I came down from my high he pulled out and kept the eye contact while pumping his cock, and soon enough he came all over my lower stomach with his mouth wide open and bitchy whimpering moans spilling out of his mouth.

He collapsed down next to me while we both sat there in silence not moving for 5 minutes. Then Chris got up and got a warm wet rag to wipe me down with. He came back with it and was staring at my lifeless body there still shuddering.

As he’s wiping my stomach down he states “exactly what I said a fucked out used slut” he looks at me chuckling

I turn my head to him “Chris you just let out the most whiniest moan as you came on me” I said as we both laughed.

“You know I didn’t mean for my joke to hurt your feelings I truly thought you were over the feelings for me. I’m not over my feelings for you, but I thought saying that would help me get over it” he said after wiping me down

“Chris I was never over you. I lost my virginity to you, that’s a soul tie and you’ll forever have a special place in my heart” I told him looking at him. He helped me sit up so we can sit face to face

“Good because I have never wanted someone so badly in my life as much as I want you” Chris responded back moving my hair behind my ear. I just smiled at that and looked into his eyes

“Let me take you on a date, and try again. None of that high school shit I want this for real” He said looking into my eyes for an answer

“I’d love that” I said going in to kiss him. As I pulled back we hear a knock at the door

“Are yall done fucking the parties over and we need help cleaning” Nick said from the other side. Chris and I both looked at each other wide eyed laughing because we totally forgot there was a whole house party going on upstairs.

“Uh yeah we’ll be right out” we both said.

The end 😀

Okay I warned yall this is just a little bit of the type of shit I write, and I used to write this at 14 LMFAOOOO. But anyways leave some NICE comments. All young people under 18, that are rude are gonna be blocked cause I can’t do this shit. My mouth is crazy I’m from New York😁🤞🏽

I’m writing a sweet Matt smut next will either be up later tonight or tomorrow 😘🧎🏽‍♀️

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hc of showering together /smut and cute

(not a HC sorry the smut muse kissed me wow okay that sounds wrong)

Hot showers truly are a gift from the heavens.

Jake had to relearn that, for a while. Florida forced him to shower almost cold, just to escape the humid heat for a while, and he kind of got used to it for a while, to rushed cleanings and shaking hands as he dried himself off. And then he'd returned to his terrible apartment, where the shower setting switched from "ice cubes wouldn't melt in this" straight to "You didn't really need that patch of skin anyway".

But now he was in Amy’s apartment - their apartment - and the shower was actually well-maintained. There was a milky glass separation instead of a shower curtain that would stick to your ass, there was a whole array of scented bottles with what he considered nothing short but magical properties when rubbed into his skin or hair, and there was actual hot water, hot enough to let his sore muscles relax, but not so hot he felt like peeling his skin off when he stepped out of the tub again.

So, needless to say, hot showers turned into a very regular, sometimes overly long thing.

Like today, after waking up from a very short night, yesterday’s evening spent at the precinct over a case that had been a small blip when he left into WitSec, but had since grown into a chaos of notes and intel from several detectives trying to work on it. He was sure Amy would scold him for wasting that much water and turning her - their bathroom into a steam sauna, but he couldn’t find it in him to worry about it while the heat of the stream was working into his shoulders.

-

There’s the smallest breath of cold air as he hears the bathroom door open, and waits for the ensuing groan and lecture through the glass partition.

It never happens, though - instead there’s only the soft sound of feet hitting wet tiles as she steps in behind him, wraps her arms around his stomach as she leans against his back.

“Hey.” comes with a soft kiss to his finally relaxed shoulder, and then a head lent on it, one of her hands lifting up to catch some of the water streaming down against his front. “Did you sleep okay? You’re not usually up this early after a late night.”

“Mh.” He sighs and lifts an arm to turn around without breaking her embrace, letting her share the shower side by side. “Think I might go in for a few hours today, actually, to look over the files again.”

“Lemme know when you do. I’ll go with you.”

She doesn’t like to stay separated from him too long at the moment, and he understands it more than enough. It’s only been a short while since she woke up next to him in bed and broke into tears, whispering about how ‘it wasn’t a dream this time’. 

He hugs her a little closer, feeling the heat of the water slowly warming up her always cold-ish sides, and sighs with the softest feeling of comfort around him. She was pressed against him completely nude, the water making her hair already cling to her shoulders and pouring little streams down over her chest, and it genuinely didn’t register as anything but true comfort to be close to her, hold her safe like nothing had ever happened, in their own home. Their own little space.

-

“Did you wash yet?”

He shakes his head, causing a few extra droplets from his soaking hair to spray across the tiles. 

“Just soaking up the heat. I didn’t really need a shower, to be honest - took one before bed yesterday.”

She breaks out of the hug to reach past him to the little array of bottles, grabs the slightly scratchy peeling loofah and rubs some of her vanilla scrub into it before swiping it over his chest to spread it with foam.

He’s glad his face is covered with drops from his hair when she reaches his shoulders, rubs there a bit stronger for a little massage, because this way she might not notice the tears collecting in the corners of his eyes. It’s insane, the things you can miss - of course he missed her, endlessly and with despair, but it’s these little moments he longed for the most. The soft care of her hands, the shine in her eyes as she looks over his arms as she cleans them.

She presses against him to reach his back, instead of walking around him, and smiles up at him for a little kiss. There’s a grin to her, too, as the loofah rubbing on his lower back is replaced by two hands giving his butt a playful squeeze.

“Is that the ‘All done’ sign, now?” He grins back as she giggles and kisses him again, a bit longer this time, a bit more insistent, before pushing the loofah into his hands and turning around, swiping her wet hair to one side over her shoulder.

“My turn.”

He obliges, of course, massaging into her shoulders and the dip of her waist, up and down her spine as she hums deep and lets her head drop. She’s been dealing with just as much at work as he has, he realises, as her shoulders relax under his grip, her sore muscles flex against his thumbs.

He pulls her against him once he’s done with her back, swipes her hair back for her, and she giggles when the loofah quickly travels up her sternum as his hands wrap around her sides and help the little sponge out.

“They’re gonna be so squeaky clean they’ll shine by the time you’re done.” She mumbles while he cups her breasts and abandons the loofah entirely, and he huffs a laugh against her neck.

“Not my fault they’re too awesome to be ignored.” His thumbs rub over her nipples, swirl across them until they’re completely perked up. “And have been sadly lacking attention for quite a while.”

“Well, not completely lacking.” Her voice has dropped a little, and the soft feeling of comfort in their little shower bubble slowly grows more tense in a rather pleasant way. “I know how to take care of them.”

“Mh, I know.” He lets her peaks glide between his fingers as he cups her breasts again, squeezes softly. “Did you think of me while you did?”

“Y-yeah.”

“Moments like this?” He pinches them for a second, earning himself a high-pitched whine as she nods. “What else did you think of?”

“W-well, I-”

“Show me.” He interrupts her before she can stammer anything more, and she nods again as she grabs one of his hands away from her chest, guides it down over her stomach to between her legs. He tries to let her lead the way, but it’s difficult to resist when she pushes his fingers between her folds and he feels a wetness that is definitely not from the shower.

He moves slowly, her hand still on his and steering him a little as he begins to stroke, rub along her slit until he meets with her clit, and she exhales deeply as her head drops back against his shoulder.

“I missed you so much.” He whispers into her ear as he kisses the spot behind it. “Missed feeling you like this.” As he circles her, feels her thighs clench around their hands. “Missed hearing you like this.” As a soft flick makes her moan even deeper than her voice was before.

“Jake…” Her hand pushes him down a bit more, and he understands her direction well enough to slip two fingers into her to another moan, gliding in and out in a steady rhythm while his thumb presses up again, rubbing her clit. 

“Jake.” She sighs again, her head still against his shoulder. “So good… so much better than my- alone-”

“Yeah.” His voice is just as husky as hers, and she must feel how hard he is as she pushes her hips back while he speeds up, but that’s not what this is about right now. “I got you, babe. I’m right here.”

She groans as she grabs behind her to hold him, and his free arm snakes around her ribs to hold her up as her legs begin to shake slightly.

“Come for me, babe.” He whispers into her ear with another flick of his thumb, and it’s all she needs to let out the deepest groan yet. Her thighs are more than just shaking as he feels her clench around him, and her whole weight presses against his chest and into his arm as he slowly rubs her all throughout her orgasm, leaving her almost limp in his grip when his hand finally stills and pulls away from between her legs to hold her just as steady around her hips.

-

She’s still panting even as she stands up on her own again, twists in his arms to pull his head down to her for a deep kiss.

“I missed you too.” She answers far later, and he smirks before she kisses him again, her hand now gliding down his belly instead. 

“Your turn.” Amy huffs against his lips as her hand wraps around his cock, and his hand laying softly against her hip tenses as he moans with her first few strokes.

“Fuck, Ames…-” There are still soapsuds trailing down his front, helping her hand glide across his erection, and he can already tell that no matter how slow she moves, this is not going to last long.

“Did you think of me too?” She whispers in her most seductive voice, as if that was still needed, and he gulps.

“Always, Ames. So much.”

“In the shower?” She grins, and he can’t help but laugh breathlessly too.

“Everywhere. All the time.”

There’s a certain sense of pride in her smile as she strokes him even faster, a possessiveness he’ll gladly hand to her without any resistance, anyway.

She turns her wrist in just that way that she has, and his guttural groan reverberates off the tiles.

“Babe- I- oh god, this- it’s not- this isn’t gonna take long if you-” He stammers, and she slows down slightly as she presses a kiss to his throat before sinking down.

The sight of her kneeling in front of him is not a particularly rare one, but it still sends a jolt through his body every time, especially as she presses a kiss against the tip of his cock, her hand still gripping it firmly. He expects it to leave him soon enough while her mouth takes him in, but neither happens - and when he looks down, he’s met with a glint in her eyes looking up at him that makes him shiver despite the heat of the shower.

“Say when.” She simply says, and drags an open-mouthed lick across his slit, and god-

“Right now if you do that again.” He manages to press out, and he can feel her smile against him as she only kisses the tip again, drags her lips around it softly before pulling away and licking a bit harder this time.

“Fuck, babe, I’m-”

Her hand squeezes and pulls as her tongue rests against the underside of his head, and he can’t say another word as he comes with a whining exhale into her open mouth. Her strokes continue as he twitches in her hand, and she kisses away the last few drops with soft, hot lips around him before letting him go and slowly standing up.

-

He’s leaning against the cold tiles without even noticing as she presses against him with a sly grin, and her thumb caresses across his bottom lip while he’s catching his breath. He leans away from it and over to kiss her, though, his hand digging into her wet hair and pressing her forehead against his.

“On second thought, I don’t think I need to go into work today for anything.”

She giggles when she kisses him much softer and turns the shower off without moving away from him.

“Good.” Her voice is still husky, but it’s slowly moving back, and her thumb softly strokes across his cheek while she holds his head in her hands. “Lemme dry you off. I put the towels on the heater.”

[bxebxee]

Pine

Note: Every time I hear Jungkook talk about the height of his “ideal” girl, I lose three years of my life. This is for @fairyguks who is an angel and more. It was originally supposed to be a full fic that was Something Else and about 80% less pretentious. For readers who live in an area without winter (1) I envy you, and (2) suspend all climate-related disbelief and picture yourself neck-deep in a Christmas card.

Pairing: Jungkook x Reader (ish), feat. Namjoon Genre: Angst-ish, Romance-ish, college au Warnings: no external editing (rip) Word Count: 3363 Rating: I for Ish (T/PG-13)

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“There now comes up a deafening crash to these rocks advertising you that even trees do not die without a groan. It rushes to embrace the earth, and mingle its elements with the dust. And now all is still once more and forever, both to eye and ear.”

--Henry David Thoreau

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“You don’t really like me, do you?”

Your heart sinks when you look at Namjoon’s face when he catches you spying on Jungkook for the fifth time out of the corner of your eye. The handsome upperclassman pins you with a smile, and you feel like the worst human being on the planet.

Jungkook had just rolled up his sleeves to wipe down a few messy tables, effectively undoing any semblance of Chill you pretended to possess. His arms never failed to make you weak.

“I do like you,” you reply to Namjoon, wincing because it sounds like a lie even though it’s the truth. “But it’s just…” You pause, mouth partially open like a dumb fish as you search your mind for the right word. Complicated? Weird? Fucked Up? Nothing seems to fit.

Namjoon takes pity on you. If the “but” didn’t give you away, the “just” did. In his limited experience, girls only used the word “just” when they wanted to soften the blow of a rejection.

“I know you do like me, but you don’t like me.” There is a big difference.

But this is only a first date, and Namjoon is not too pressed to see you stewing over unresolved angst concerning your pretty-boy ex-boyfriend. Jungkook is objectively terrific, three for three when it came to looks, smarts, and personality. He’s heard bits and pieces from the grapevine, and he knows the breakup is still recent. Given all those things, it’s more than understandable why you would choose to have frozen yogurt in the middle of a freezing-cold winter if it meant rubbing it in your ex’s face that you’ve moved on to bigger and better things. Namjoon is somewhat flattered to be chosen as the bait for Jungkook’s benefit, but realistically he knows you probably only picked him for his height.

“You’re cold,” he comments, taking your hand and feeling your much smaller palm act as an ice cube. “Froyo wasn’t the best idea. A brave choice, but not exactly seasonal.”

“I’m really sorry,” you sigh, giving up and putting up the banner of mea culpa (mea maxima culpa). “Please don’t hate me.”

Namjoon lets go of your hand to reach out to your face, pushing your chin up to look at him. “Don’t look down,” he tells you. “You did nothing wrong.”

If you were a normal girl with a normal heart, you would have probably fell for Namjoon right then and there. Because Namjoon is looking at you like you always wished Jungkook would; he looks wise and hot and every bit like an understanding boyfriend who loves the fuck out of you.

“You are a glutton for pain,” Namjoon continues with a meaningful glance at the counter where Jungkook’s back was turned, “but keep your head up.”

This date ranks as a solid four in the Top Ten Most Mortifying Mating Rituals you’ve ever had the displeasure of experiencing. Namjoon being cool about your attempt at making Jungkook jealous only exacerbates the embarrassment you feel for being petty.

“Thanks.” Your throat feels woolly from you trying not to cry in frustration. That, or you’re getting sick.

The froyo-for-two date special that was shared with Namjoon is thrown away after it melts into a chaotic sea of chocolate and vanilla swirls. Your stomach churns as Namjoon continues his assault on your conscious by shoveling burning coals of kindness on your dumbass head. He takes your hand as the two of you exit, even slowing his steps as you pass Jungkook on the way out.

“Please come again,” Jungkook speaks up in rote, by-the-book cheerfulness. His eyes and mouth are carved out into an easy smile as he looks at you directly, pointedly. You never know exactly what Jungkook is thinking, but right now he seems to be communicating to you through psychic waves that he doesn’t give a shit who you’re with.

“Maybe in the spring semester,” Namjoon chuckles. (“Maybe Never!” you want to scream.)

And because you have no self-control or sense of self-preservation, you let slip a soft, “Bye Jungkook” before you can help it. Namjoon tugs on your hand, and you miss the chance to hear Jungkook’s response when the two of you are out the door in a flash.

“Bye Jungkook?” Namjoon repeats once you leave the store, his hand is still holding yours. “Bye Jungkook?!” The winter air is gust of Major Suck, and it gives you a good reason to tug your coat up to cover the bottom half of your face. “You have it bad.”

If Namjoon pitied you in the store, he pities you more now, your pathetic form looking slumped, small, and frozen as you trudge alongside him through the slush. He heads to the nearest coffee shop with you in tow. You have to trot in rapid steps to keep up, but the cold weather and self-pity keep you from questioning where he’s taking you. The christmasy scent of hazelnuts and cinnamon blended over roasted coffee overwhelms you when he opens the door, and as soon as you step in, the warmth makes your nose run.

Namjoon shoots down the half-hearted offer of paying for your own coffee as you wait on the long line, the two of you defrosting gently.

“You’re sad, and I can do this much,” he shushes you. “What d’you want?”

“Something bitter and hot,” you answer. You don’t even drink coffee.

He gets you something frothy, creamy, and sweet with just enough coffee added in for the base note. The cup is warm enough to hold comfortably in your hands as a miniature, portable heater.

“Thank you.” It’s a little bit perfect of him to do this, and your heart speeds up at the feeling of his hand on your middle back guiding you through the crowded store towards one of the empty tables near the windows.

There is a moment, a brief one, where things go absolutely quiet in your head as you concentrate with all your might on the man standing behind you to memorize the shape of his chin and jaw, his neckline and shoulders. You have to look up at him since he towers several heads over you. Namjoon stares straight ahead, alert to his surroundings as he steers you effortlessly through the crowd. The unconscious and automatic manner in which he takes charge, even in the smallest of things, sets your heart towards desire, and Namjoon inexplicably looks like he’s on the cusp of resplendency. 

In the grand scheme of things, this is an unimportant moment of a less-than-spectacular day that you’ll probably forget in a few hours. And the memory of this feeling, this unwarranted blooming of eros will be lost in the gray matter of emotions occupied with Jungkook.

“Watch your step,” Namjoon says, and the moment is gone. Your heart settles down as soon as you look away to pay attention to where you’re going, and when you take another glance back at Namjoon, he looks normal again.

You feel fortunate to have nabbed the cozy table for two as the store becomes progressively crowded. Namjoon stares at you over his coffee cup, the look in his eyes blatant but not at all predatory. He’s only thinking, and you happen to be in his line of sight. There is of course the residual discomfort of knowing that this was supposed to be a date, but it’s long since fizzled out. You sip your drink slowly because the guilt of using him and being found out hasn’t left your brain just yet. 

The humiliation bothers you less than the knowledge that you are the type of girl to use others to soothe your own wounded pride. You’ve become exactly the type of girl you used to make fun of when you were younger, and it makes you sick to acknowledge there’s no trickery involved - no ghost possession or spiritual hijacking of your body. No, this is one hundred and ten percent you. 

Before you can think of a proper way to apologize to Namjoon, he cuts through your misery with a single question.  

“You asked me out because I’m taller than him, right?” he asks with a knowing smirk. He single-handedly diffuses the tension with the grace of someone who’s not looking to crucify you.

You purse your lips and play with the cardboard paper lining the cup. “It’s not the only reason,” you mumble. You look down again, but this time you catch on to the motion and correct for it. Namjoon is almost proud.

“I want to know all of them,” he says. If you are intent on being hung up over Jungkook, he is going to milk this not-quite date for all its worth.

Namjoon has a way of surprising you pleasantly, disarming you with easy conversation that doesn’t carry hidden nails to trap you in a game of gotcha.

“You’re a good person,” you say after a pause, deciding that “good person” aptly describes the essence of the man sitting in front of you in the most concise, factual manner.

There is so much you can say about Namjoon, but he already knows the chronology of his achievements. It’s his life after all. And Namjoon isn’t exactly unpopular on campus. It’s a relatively small school, and word spreads quickly when one of their own writes the occasional article for a globally syndicated paper. He would surely go places most people only daydream about, but more than his many earthly accolades, he’s good because of all the things found outside of his CV.

“You’re so cool… with everything you know and everything you’ve already done… but you were willing to help me get through that hell class.” The upperclassman was penciled in your book as Mister Perfect, the guy on track to ruling the world with eco-friendly conglomerates backing him while paying his employees a decent wage. He had helped you adjust to the world of upper division classes while you were the lone freshman who gamed her way to upper division status through some creative credit claiming.

It feels good to get his ego stroked, and Namjoon wants to hear more.

“And?”

“And you’re kind of ideal,” you answer without too much hesitation. “Tall, hot, super smart - but not like a total jackass about it... Tall...”

“But I’m not him.” He means this in the kindest way possible, but your face falls anyway. “It’s okay. We don’t choose who we like.”

And if there was such a thing as cosmic alignment or destiny or a higher power, it was laughing at you because what were the chances of gazing out the window at this exact time and seeing Jungkook walking past the coffee shop looking every bit as carefree as you wanted to be? Your breath catches as you spot the unmistakable red parka you bought for him on his birthday. The warm puffs of air leaving his mouth are visible even through the mildly-smudged glass window. Jungkook has probably finished with his shift for the day, and your gaze follows him until he rounds the corner.

“I’m so sorry,” you speak into hands that cover your face when you catch Namjoon’s amused and pitying smile. “I’m a mess.”

“Nah,” he responds, shaking his head. “You’re just not over him.” 

Namjoon parts ways with you on friendly terms. His retreating form looks architecturally handsome as he makes his way back to his dorm room on the other side of campus after walking you to yours.

It feels empty to be in your room alone during finals week. Your roommate is long gone back to her home in the sunnier parts of the world while you are stuck on campus for another week because you’re the chump who got stuck with a final on the last day in the last time slot. And it’s the exam you have to take with Jungkook too.

Maybe if the two of you were less angry with each other and less in the “bitter exes” mood, you could even study together, calling a brief truce on feelings and focusing on the much-needed A. Hyper-competitive does not begin to describe your desire to do well; besting others is a given, and besting yourself is the real challenge. (The only person you’ve ever lost to was Jungkook, but he is in a different league of unbeatable - an exceptional exception.)

Your phone sits in front of you at your desk, taunting you to drop your pride and text Jungkook because he’s good at force feeding information into your brain. It’s also because you miss him. With a scowl and an unladylike grunt, you shut off your phone with vicious swipe at the screen and study until your eyes hurt. 

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There is a fresh pile of snow you have to wade through on your way to the designated exam building the following evening. Snow is a lifestyle at this university, and there are quite a few students who have transferred out because of the unforgiving climate. You long for the sunny beaches and scorching sun of Home, but you grit your teeth and bear it. Mama didn’t raise a quitter, and this university was going to carry you to medical school.

The hallway leading up to the exam room squeaks from your boots and wet tracks left by other students who have already arrived. You see the huddled masses of students poring over review sheets just outside the entrance to the exam room. There’s still thirty minutes left to cram. 

Jungkook stands out from the crowd in his usual fashion, the red parka a dead giveaway as he leans against the wall. His eyes are closed with headphones fit snugly over his ears as an indication to the world that he was in Do Not Disturb mode. He’s the only one without his notes out. 

Maybe you were projecting, but he looks thinner than usual now that you’re looking at him without the distraction of a date. Jungkook’s chin looks more prominent than ever, and his jaw is set into a careless frown that doesn’t make him look any less handsome. You’re staring, and it’s almost sad how you lap at this opportunity to gaze at him without fearing that you’d be found out. 

But Jungkook opens his eyes shortly thereafter, as if he has his sensors for you turned on, and meets your gaze with one of his own that’s just as intense, just as searching. “Caught” doesn’t even begin to describe how you feel. You have the worst poker face, and Jungkook is excellent at reading you. 

You open your mouth to say hi, but he’s done looking at you right as you become ready to speak. Jungkook shuts his eyes once more and makes a show of fiddling with his phone, presumably to turn up the volume and tune you out decisively. If you were a braver girl with a bigger heart, you might have walked up to him anyway, unplugged his headphones, and greeted him with the steely determination of a girl set out to take what she wants without reserve. 

Instead, you wait outside the door like the other students, eyes glazing over notes you compiled the night before, your mind already blank and frozen. The door beeps ten minutes before the start of the exam, unlocking itself on a timer, and everyone files into the room in neat, tired lines. 

You glance back at Jungkook who’s taken off his headphones finally. He lets people cut in front of him like a good sport. Without stopping to consider how desperate you looked, you hang back on purpose to time your entry into the exam room to match him. 

“Good luck,” you tell him, hopeful. 

“You too.” It’s an automatic platitude, something said on reflex to any stranger.

Jungkook steps around you to take a seat in the far left corner of the room towards the back where everyone piles their wet effects. It’s the uncomfortable, damp section - the place no one wants to sit, and Jungkook happily takes his chair without a second glance in your direction. 

This is a bad time to discover that you’re about to cry. Try as you might, there’s no stopping the welling of tears in the corners of your eyes or the burn that singes through your nose as you hold back the muffled sobs that want out from  your trachea. The proctor gives you a pitying look when he puts down Version 2 of the exam face down in front of you, and you realize he must think you’re breaking down from finals stress. 

You have no energy left to pretend like you’re doing okay, and you take your final exam while wiping away your tears and blowing your nose religiously. You use up a whole packet of tissues much to the disgust of your neighbors. 

Jungkook is finished with his exam first to no one’s surprise, and when he leaves the room, just as quiet and unassuming as the way he entered, it finally hits you that he’s not going to wait in the hallway until you’re done with your exam. He will not play dutiful boyfriend bearing a vending machine snack and a smile to bring up your mood after a crappy test. The two of you are indeed strangers now, maybe less than that. 

The tears act up again, but you’re proud to say none of them landed on your exam to potentially fuck with your score. 

“Rough exam?” the proctor asks when you hand in your sheet and show him your ID card to prove you’re not a stand-in. 

“Yeah,” you reply, finding it easier to admit defeat to an exam than to your stupid emotions for a boy that doesn’t even care about you. “I tried my best though.” 

The proctor looks vaguely sympathetic. “That’s all you can really do.” 

You sign out and make your way back to your dorm room where a mountain of clothes awaits you for packing. 

“Let’s go home, girlie,” you tell yourself as you push open the front door of the building, your eyes closed and bracing for the cold.

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It Actually Started Like This:

Jungkook held your hand for the first time, nearly shaking from the newness. He worried you’d be put off by his clammy, cold hands, but you paid no mind to that and threaded your fingers with his own. 

You were composed, much more than he was at least. The composure probably came from the smugness that followed after dismantling Jungkook’s theory about his inability to date Short Girls. But you had set him straight and proceeded to rip the metaphorical blindfold away from his eyes so that he could see the light. (You were the light.)

As he tried his best to calm his racing heart, you leaned in - a little bit teasing, a little bit saucy, completely his type - and while you weren’t even at his chin, you overwhelmed him with a personality that tore at his own.

“Wh- Th- I-” Jungkook was unable to speak. He cleared his throat, the sound adorable and borderline adolescent in its crack and pitch.

“There are so many benefits to dating a short girl, Jungkook,” you cooed, batting your eyelashes and looking down there. It was innuendo at its worst, and he loved it, craved it. He took in the blatant and gauche words like a sponge soaking up dirty dishwater before being wrung out. You were a bad influence on him, and he had picked up more than his fair share of bad habits because of you.

“Oh.” Jungkook’s mind was empty of intelligible thought outside of unbidden, suggestive images.

His mouth opened to say something else, something to impress upon you that he could give just as good as he got, but instead of cool words and a zinger, all that escaped his mouth was a hiccup.

Jungkook blushed.

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And A Little Later There Was This