#girl has sex in the dark and doesnt let her boyfriend touch her

[leoleolovesdc]

I feel like a lot of you forget elphaba doesn’t like to be touched (or even seen for that matter) from the waist down

[erodasfishtacos]

Cheating!h blurb where ana asks why they dont have sex or at a party and she’s trying to pull him into a room and y/n watching him try to make excuses and then next time having sex with y/n he says anna keeps trying and she has the pride he doesnt give in... or something exploring that situation

warnings: smut, cheating, angst

“Anna, I just-“ Harry huffs as she tugs him into a spare bedroom of the party after he had put up a valiant fight to keep them in the main area.

Her hands are unbuttoning his already barely buttoned shirt, running down his bare skin, and he is cut off by a sloppy kiss to his mouth.

Fear shoots up through him, it’s not YN, he doesn’t want this with her.

“C’mon, it’s been almost six months and you still haven’t touched me. Just fuck me,” Anna complains, fed up with the lack of or more like nonexsistence of their sex life.

It was near impossible to believe, someone like Harry who oozed sex out of every pore of his body wasn’t sexually active or interested in fucking his girlfriend.

When Anna takes a different approach of going for his belt buckle, mouth trailing against his collarbone, and attempting to get to his groin - which hadn’t hardened in the slightest.

“Enough,” Harry states firmly, grasping her wrists lightly and making her look at him, “I don’t want to have sex right now, okay?”

His girlfriend’s face falters, “You never want to.”

“If you don’t like it break up with me,” He hisses, knowing YN is going to get suspicious the longer they’re in a room together.

Anna, who really did have a kind heart, frowns, “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to pressure you into anything. I would never force you to.”

Harry just rebuttons his shirt, “S’fine. Let’s just get back to the party and have a good time, yeah?”

She nods as Harry swings his arm around her shoulder, unlocking the door, and pausing when he sees YN a bit of the ways down the corridor - staring at the two leaving the bedroom.

“I’m going to get a drink,” He dismisses bluntly, his focus set on the girl who was visible angry with him in the kitchen.

Before he can get out a word, she steps forward and swipes her thumb against his collarbone.

It comes back with the waxy substance of Anna’s bright mauve lipstick.

“Have fun in there, did you?” YN asks, she tries to keep her tone cool and unbothered by Harry sees right through it to the insecurity.

“You know I didn’t,” He replies between gritted teeth, how could she get jealous when this was all her?

He didn’t want a girlfriend.

Well he did but he only want her and she fucking knew that.

“If you wanted me to believe you, maybe you would have wiped her lipstick marks from your neck and chest,” She chuckles and it makes Harry’s hair on the back of his neck stand up.

It was the distinct chuckle and tone she used when she was upset but wasn’t going to admit it over her dead body.

Before he can call her out, she shoulders past him, disappearing into the dancing crowd of people and out of his side.

“Fuck,” He mutters, running a hand through his hair before trudging off to find Niall and Zayn - to distract himself.

-

“Stay the night, please?” Anna asks softly when Harry pulls up to her small, quaint little house that fit her perfectly.

“M’sorry. I have a long day tomorrow.”

It was a lie. It was rarer that he told the truth to his girlfriend than fibbing.

“So? Let’s cuddle, do something,” She begs, frustrated with her emotionally and sometimes physically distant boyfriend.

Harry shakes his head, “Maybe next weekend.”

He always said that.

It never happened.

—

As soon as he drops off Anna, his next stop is a route that is ingrained in his head front and backwards, her apartment.

He has a key, doesn’t bother knocking and just barges into the dimly lit house with her shoes tossed clumsily on the floor - almost trips.

When he finds her, she’s in a towel - freshly showered, and brushing through her hair in her small walk-in closet.

She heard him come in, knew he was storming in here, and still didn’t turn around when he slammed open her bedroom door.

He’s crowding behind her, knocking the brush out of her hand, and pinning her to the wall, “You’re so bloody ridiculous. You jealous little brat.”

YN doesn’t respond, her body still wound tight with tension and a gluttonous feeling of rage for earlier in the night.

“Been fuckin’ you and only you since I was seventeen. Y’know that I didn’t fuck her, didn’t even touch her and you still have the nerve to act like a crybaby,” Harry seethes, his whole chest pressed against her back, no room to escape.

“Her lipstick was all over you,” She argues back weakly when his hands come to the knot in her towel, teasing at unraveling.

“Yeah because she was begging me to fuck her and I said ‘no’ so she tried to get in my pants and I pushed her off.”

“Why?” YN murmurs, quiet in the small space.

“You fuckin’ know why,” Harry growls with his teeth grazing across her bare shoulder blade.

“Say it.”

“I pushed her off ‘cause you’re the only person I’ve fucked since I was seventeen. My cock is yours,” He rasps, untying the knot and letting the towel drop.

He wishes she would just end all this bullshit.

Let him have her fully and completely but she was so fucking afraid of getting hurt when it wouldn’t happen.

“Go on, tell me who owns this cunt,” Harry demands, hand tucking between her thick thighs to cup her puffy mound in his hand.

“H,” She whimpers as his finger lightly slides up the wet groove of her center with a careful drag.

When she doesn’t give him the answer he wants, he gives her clit a hard pinch, “Don’t make me repeat myself.”

“Yours, fuck - it’s yours,” YN huffs at the slight but welcome pain on her nerves - relaxing when it returns to soft strokes.

“Anna is pretty, y’know? Had her on me, kissing my neck, unbuttoning my shirt and shit,” Harry hums against her ear, two fingers sinking into the tight heat of her body.

He continues, “Didn’t even get hard when that happened. That’s how fucking trained I am for you. What a tight fucking leash you have me on.”

YN turns a bit into putty at his words, insecurity slow flooding out of her body, and feeling more like how she usually does.

“How do y’ever forget? How much I love you?” He asks in true disbelief, it literally oozes through his pores how much he adores his high school sweetheart.

“Don’t-“ She squeaks desperately.

“Why won’t you let me tell you how much I love you, baby?”

His voice like dark, sweet honey that seeps into her every nerve-ending and makes her feel lethargic, in a boneless silky way.

“Stop plea- Just touch me,” YN begs when his fingers crook into against her plushy, tight walls with focused strokes.

“You need to admit it, y’stubborn little thing. I know how in love you are with me,” Harry pushes, needing to hear validation from his favorite person on this earth.

He squats down, spreading her cheeks, and leaning in to lick from the top of clit all the way back to her other entrance.

His large palms keeping her apart, digging into the thick skin until his fingers are white - tongue finding her core and darting in to her most sensitive area.

“H, oh my god,” YN moans, head falling forward against the wall, pushing her hips backward into his mouth.

“Darling, c’mon. Show me how sweet y’can be f’me,” Harry goads encouragingly, it always took a little bit of effort to get her to break.

“I love you….s’much,” She whispers, voice cracking on the last syllable as he rewards her with a suckling kiss to her clit and slips his fingers back in.

“I know y’do, baby. You know I’d never give it to anyone but you,” Harry coos, anything to get her to soften her harsh edges, chip away at her stone wall.

Her hand reaches behind to weave through his hair, her stomach sucking in harshly as she feels her tight band snap as she releases.

“O-oh, you’re mine. Y’mine,” His love chants as she rides out her intense wave of her orgasm as he helps her through it.

“M’yours,” Harry agrees immediately, standing up and a smile breaks on his face when she turns around and wraps him into a hug.

“I love you. I know you didn’t touch her. I just hate it,” YN murmurs softly, undoing his shirt and sliding it off of his shoulders.

His smile fades at her words, “Then make it stop. The minute you tell me you’re ready to make this work, I’ll break up with her.”

“I’m no-not ready,” She stammers, eyes widening like a deer in headlights at his words.

So afraid. So fucking scared.

“Okay, okay,” He soothes when he sees her chest start to rise faster and faster with anxiety.

He doesn’t want to drop it.

He wants to shake her and ask her how the fuck she doesn’t see that they’re already in a relationship and she’s being blinded by irrational fears.

Harry waddles them over to her messy bed, pushing her back and adjusting until she’s in the center - staring at him with doe eyes.

He loves her so much it hurts to look at her for too long.

When he tugs off his jeans, taking his phone out to put on the side table - he sees an unread text from Anna.

I’m sorry about earlier. I really want to make it work with you. You’re a great guy x

Harry should feel bad. Maybe his stomach should have dropped or something at how awful he’s being to that girl.

But when his love is splayed out, pliant and malleable for him, he can’t find an ounce of fucks to give as he tosses it on the bedside table.

He had been in love with this girl since he was sixteen, never fell out of it, he was addicted to her - willing to go through all this bullshit if it meant he had her.

It always felt like the first time, crawling on top of her, and bending down to pull her puffy lips into a strong kiss as he slides in, always a pleasant stretch.

As they move together, in a familiar rhythm, she murmurs against his lips, “One day, I’ll be ready.”

“Please, make it soon, darlin’,” Harry pleas, swallowing harshly before pushing his emotions into hard, deep thrusts.

[ivyuns]

love me in a year ✰❆♣♞

bang chan

genre: angst, fluff 

word count: 2.4k

warnings: kidnapping, restraints, y/n gets pregnant, grinding, drowning, weapons, a bit suggestive. if i missed anything lol oops

A/N: another shet show + from 365 dni (the ending isnt exactly like the movie btw)

for my gurlieeeee + happy birthday to @stanstraykidswoo​ <3

masterlist

mafialeader!bangchan x fem!reader

enjoying the summer breeze on the islands of hawaii, next to your friend made you feel relaxed. from all the work and stress you did, you finally earned yourself a vacation.

“babe!”

opening your eyes, you see your boyfriend (in a unhappy relationship) walks towards you. taking off your glasses and sitting up next to the pool, waiting what your boyfriend had to tell you. “i just got back from seeing the volcanoes babe! you shouldve seen it-” “we were supposed to go look at it together, dumbass” you cut your boyfriend off.

“w-wait y/n-” running away before he said anything, you got lost in a dark area. wasnt just sunny? seeing a group of guys look at you while trying to come closer. damn these outfits. your outfit consist of a short flowy, off the shoulder dress with heels. running with shaky legs, you looked around and saw everything get dark.

“are you lost babygirl?”

waking up in a soft bed, you look over and look at the unfamiliar room youre in. “where am i?” you whispered softly. walking towards a door to the hallway, the door wont budge open. shaking the door knob, it still wont burst open. giving up, you go lay back down on the bed.

closing your eyes to relax, you hear the door unlocking. quickly putting on your heels, you open the door and see nobody. following to which ever door took you, it seem endless. the endless numbers of stairs and doors you went though, you came across to a massive painting of a portrait of yourself hanging on the dinning room’s wall.

“oh my god”

continuing to follow where your legs take you, you were yanked away from seeking to your freedom. “are you lost babygirl?”. feeling someones presence behind you, you see a man. someone who you never seen.

“who are you and what do you want from me” you say and slowly back away from him. “chris is the name. you see, five years ago, i saw you on a beach. then suddenly i got shot and all i could think was you. these pass five years, ive been trying to find you and now” chris pauses his sentence and walks to a cup of ice, making you suck on it. “now i have you”

spitting the ice out, you got angry. “so what? you think kidnapping me is some kind of way to have me?” chris gets angry after your tone of your voice you gave him. he pushes you on a chair and chokes you lightly.

“i will give you 365 days to make you fall in love with me. and if that doesnt work, i will release you.” chris slowly lets go of your neck and continues talking. “i promise i will not touch you without your permission.”

chris gets interrupt by his phone. reaching his pocket, he sees his mafia friend who works with him calling him for help in the front. running to where to meet him at, you gave a few minutes before running on your feet again, trying to escape.

finally outside with a big open field in front of you, where you will be free. running, you stop midway as you see chris kill a man. witnessing what happened, you pass out due to pressure from everything.

-

the next morning, you wake up in the same room before but a whole different dress on you and a shirtless chris sitting in a chair in front of you. “let me out of here now” you shouted at him. “i need to get back to my family, my boyfriend!”. “you really think he still loves you? take a look at this” chris says and throws a small stack of pictures. pictures of him fucking another girl.

“a-are you serious?”

“yes im serious. oh and we’ll be leaving this place tomorrow. be ready” chris says and exits the room. “where are we going?” you quickly grab his wrist and stops. “to australia”

landing and going to the hotel. chris stops you and gives you the keycard to your room. “my room is next to yours if you need me”. nodding your head a yes, you enter your room and place your bags down and sighed. what is happening right now.

chris walks out of his room to see you look like a goddess. “y/n” chris calls out. turning around, chris grins with his dimples showing and grabbing your hand to head to the place you two are meeting with. chris opens the passenger door for you and makes his way to the drivers seat after youre in. while driving, he places his hands on your thigh, making you want more of him. avoiding his hand, you close your eyes.

arriving at your destination, it turns out to a bar. entering the bar, chris leads you to a room. seeing people, you hide behind chris bc youre antisocial as fuck

“y/n, this is aeyeong. ayeong meet-” “y/n. yes i know her name” aeyeong says, looking at you then back to chris, seducing him. “you know y/n, me and chris used to talk.” walking up to you. “and fucked each other” aeyeongs whispers into your ear. feeling chris wrap his hands around yours, you push him away and left the room.

“this happened a long time ago-” feeling tense, chris was about to turn and find you til aeyeong grabbed his wrist. “i thought you said we would last forever hm? took you long enough to find her. even of all our messages.” aeyeong grabs her phone and pulls up their naked bodies in photos. sexting.

“enough aeyeong.” chris grabs her phone and throws it onto the floor. running out of the room to look for you, leaving aeyeong to laugh.

-

“mr bang!”

chris turns around and sees his partner running to him. “y-y/n. shes with aeyeongs boss. i just got a call from him-” “shut the fuck up and tell me which room” “room 325.”

chris runs to room 325 and sees you grind on the boss. “y/n” chris growls. not paying attention to chris, you feel aeyeong’s boss grope your ass and suddenly putting a knife towards your neck.

suddenly feeling someone pull you away from the man and unable seeing things, chris and the rest of his members pulls out their weapon.

opening your eyes and see yourself on a yacht, you walk around and find chris. seeing chris talk shit about you to his other partner. “she just really had to run away-”

“im sorry chris” you spoke out. chris turns around and tells his partner to leave for a moment. “this is all your fault. youre the one who left the room and potentially tried to seduce him. do you not know what he couldve done?”

arguing on the boat and heading to the railings, you slip off and fall into the water. panicking, chris falls into the water and saves you. taking you out of the water and goes to lay you down on the bed and stands by your side.

a few minutes later, you wake up with water coming out of your mouth, coughing. chris turns around and goes to you with worried eyes. “y/n, i-im sorry. please dont leave me, i need you” chris softly says and strokes your hair with tears starting to fall down his cheeks.

lifting your weak hands up to caress his cheeks, you pushed him down and began kissing him roughly. regretting as soon as you saw the red in his eyes. “so now you want it?” chris growls and begins to attack you with kisses and hickies. feeling your clothes ripped away from you.

a few weeks later, youre back in korea. chris leaves you for the day, saying he has business to attend to and will call you later. but hours flew by and still didnt have any calls. sighing, you call your best friend, minyeong who yells at you though the speakers after the first ring.

“are you kidding me y/n? you cant just leave me behind at hawaii?!”

“i know i know, ill explain if you come over”

after she hears you say the sentence, she hangs up and runs to your place. opening the door for her, she starts speaking nonsense and you just laughing at her.

“y/n, this is serious. stop laughing and tell me what happened.”

sitting down next to her, you tell her everything. even when you love him back. minyeong at first didnt like what chris did to you and what his job it, but you beg her for you to have happiness atlas. with minyeong wanting you to be the happiest, you two go to the bar.

feeling someones eyes on you, you told minyeong you were going to the restrooms as she continues dancing. almost at the door, someone slams you onto the wall. “y/n, baby. i missed you so much. im sorry-” feeling tears streaming as you remember the past events and pictures. you forced him to let go of you and run back to your place.

he follows you back to your apartment without you noticing and as you take a seat with his loud voice scares you. “baby please” he goes closer to you and tries to kiss you until a voice rang.

“im pretty sure she wants you to leave”

he looks at chris then back to you then slaps you. “you fucking whore. youve been cheating on me when you left me didnt you” shaking your head a no and the tears uncontrollably falling as you try to shield yourself from another slap.

receiving nothing, you look up and see chris holding his wrist to prevent him from hitting you. “if theres someone else who was cheating is you. now leave you fucker” chris whispers in his ears and runs away.

chris looks down and sees your shaking figure. he goes next to you and wraps his arms around you so you can start feel calm. reaching to that point, chris picks you up and lays you on the bed.

slowly kissing you from your lips to your chest. chris begins undressing you til you stop him. unbuttoning his top, you see the semi open wound from his business. grazing your fingers over it as you hear chris slightly whimper.

“chris, im in love with you”

chris smiles widely. “im in love with you too”. you two continue the heavy make out which turns into a passionate sex for you both.

waking up with you on chris’ chest, you feel him showing a smile. he turns to the nightstand and grabs something small but worthy.

“y/n l/n, would you please marry me?”

nodding your head yes a bunch of times, you kiss chris on the lips.

-

heading back to hawaii, youre back into the palace where chris kept you in. waking up from your slumber, you go outside and talk to chris. chris sees you and tells his partner that he’ll be right back.

“hey hey babygirl, what happened? you alright?” chris leaves his seat to go to you as you start feeling shitty. “chris, i dont feel goo-” your eyes are shut closed and almost falls on the hard concrete til chris caught you.

“c-changbin! help!” chris yells out to whoever is out. your lips are slowly turning pale. changbin runs to chris with a blanket to cover your cold body and helps him carry you to the car. changbin speeds to the hospital with chris’ tears falling onto you, holding your hands and kissing the back of it. “please be okay, please please” chris whispers.

changbin parks at the emergency lot and chris grabs your body and puts you on the stretcher as the nurses sees you two. “please save her” the nurses all nodded their head and disappeared into the doors with a chris on the floor, sobbing his heart out, praying for you to be okay.

-

finally hours passed by and chris was left alone as he told changbin to go back to the palace. eyes all red and puffy with his legs shaking, full of anxiety. “mr bang?” the doctors call out chris. he stands up too quickly, making him almost loose his balance but the doctor helps him balance for a few seconds. thanking him, he follows the doctor to your room.

chris runs to your side as he sees your eyes open, with all type of wires attached to you. “y/n baby are you okay?”. nodding yes with a small smile, chris looks at the doctor.

“it looks like miss y/n was 1 month pregnant. and also looks like she wasnt taking care of herself either so mr bang, do y/n a favor and help not only her, but the baby”

you and chris nod your head, understanding as the doctor leaves you two. chris turns into his soft self. “i love you” he giggles. “i love you too chris”. scooting further away from him, you pat on the empty spot on the bed for him. chris smiles widely and goes to lay down next to you. you fall asleep from the warmth of your fiance as he hugs you. “and i love you too baby” he whispers and puts his free hand on your growing stomach. kissing your head and falling asleep next to the love of his life.

END <3

[deadmancrawling]

falling - c.h.

a/n: hello! i’m back with another calum imagine. i wrote this as a surprise for miss jules, my literal ride or die and my bff forever whether she like it or not so SURPRISE JULES PLEASE DON’T HATE ME NOW THAT YOU CAN READ THE WHOLE THING. i hope you enjoy! who knows when i’ll update next lol

pairing: readerxcal

word count: 2.3k

summary: you and calum finally meet up after two years

rating: PG13

warnings: angst, some smut but not graphic, alludes to mental illness but doesnt specify. also, anything in italics takes place in the past. :))

It’d been two years since you and Calum had broken up. Granted, you started off as a PR relationship; your career had just taken off in the acting industry and Calum’s band needed some press, so who was better suited than you? You were contracted to date for three years. Three years of paid dates, paid travel, and every time you posted a picture together on social media, you guys were paid too. It was a pretty nice life.

You and Calum promised to keep it professional. Unless you were in front of the cameras or out in public where there were like to be cameras, you tried not to act like a couple. You two were forced to live together; so, you got a house in Los Angeles, a dog or two, and you even frequented certain places in the area to make them your ‘date spots’.

Being an actress, you were good at faking the chemistry needed to pull off a PR stunt such as yours. Constantly having to look like you’re in love, holding hands, kissing each other, going on dates, going on tour with him from time to time, the lines between faking the chemistry and actually having chemistry began to blur. Before you knew it, you and Calum were beginning to fall for each other.

It’s not like you planned to fall for him. He was just so good at being a fake boyfriend that you really fell for the act. You fell for the kisses and the sweet nothings he’d whisper in your ear from time to time. You fell for the romantic dates he’d set up, tucked away from the hustle and bustle of Los Angeles. You fell for him every time he told you ‘I love you’ and every time he told you that you were his world. You fell harder every time you had sex with him.

You couldn’t believe it when he told you that he wanted to marry you. Both of you were hiking with your friends and you’d stopped for a picnic once you’d gotten to a picnic area. You sat across from him as he fed you chocolate covered strawberries.

“I want to marry you, you know.” Calum had said.

It’d taken you by surprise. Of course, at this point, you had thought you were genuinely a couple and despite talking about your futures together, you had never once brought up the thought of marriage.

“You want to marry me?” You smile. “You mean that?”

“Well yeah. Of course.” Calum smiles back. “Someday, after the band has settled down and we’re ready to slow down. It’s obvious our careers are too important to us to settle down right now. But yeah, one day, I want to make you Mrs. Calum Hood.”

You noticed he was holding a little ring between his fingers, holding out to you. You gasp and look at it as he places it on your left ring finger.

You were practically bursting at the seams. You couldn’t wipe the smile off your face, and you knock him over and pepper him with kisses over the picnic blanket, not caring if you got food on your clothes.

You wore that promise ring until the day you broke up. The day that seemingly made you turn into the woman you are now.

It was a year to the day after your PR contract ended. You thought you and Calum had been okay and that everything was fine between you two. He’d come home from the studio and told you that you needed to talk. You could tell by the tone of his voice that he was serious. You sat on the island in the kitchen as he stood across from you, leaning on the counter.

“I don’t think it’s working out.” Calum says.

“What do you mean?” You ask, looking up at him.

“I don’t want to be your boyfriend anymore. That’s what I mean.”

You sigh and try and hide the tears from Calum. You can’t let him see you cry. “Is it something I did?”

“No, it’s not you. I just don’t think I’m in a place where I can be in a relationship.” Calum tells you.

“You were acting like you were fine this morning.”

“That’s the thing, I was acting. I’ve been acting this entire time. That was our job, (y/n!)” Calum says, harsher than he meant to. “There have never been any true feelings on my end. I’m so sorry I had to tell you like this.”

You’ve had enough. You slide the ring he gave you two years ago on the hike off your finger as you walk over to him. You hand him the ring and as you place it in his hand, he holds your hand there a little longer, like he wants to let your touch linger for just a moment more.

“I hope the next girl you date gets to love you as much as I do.” You tell him, looking into his eyes. “I’ll pack a bag.”

 *

          That was two years ago.

Now, you find yourself back at Harry’s, one of the diners you and Calum used to frequent when you went on dates. It’s hard being back, but you were desperate for some caffeine and could honestly devour about a trillion waffles right now.

You sit at a booth right next to the one you and Calum used to sit. You love that spot, but you can’t even bring yourself to look at it anymore. It hurts too much to remember the times that you and Calum came here together.

After your movie premieres, album release parties, the final show of his bands North American tour, you both always found yourselves here. Granted, it is a 24-hour diner, the service is incredible, and the food is amazing.

It’s a quarter past 3 in the morning. You can’t bring yourself to sleep. So of course, your natural instinct is to come to Harry’s, hoping that you can finally gain a sense of normalcy.

You hear the door chime, sensing that another guest has entered the diner.

“(Y/n)?” You hear a familiar voice say. You haven’t heard them say your name in so long.

You look up. “Calum.” You breathe.

You feel a pang in your chest, and you can’t tell if you’re heart broken or relieved to see him. You haven’t seen him in person since the day you broke up. It’s been two years since you looked into his big brown eyes. Two years since you’ve smelled his scent. Two years since he broke your heart.

“I didn’t think you’d be here.” Calum mumbles.

“I couldn’t sleep.” You say.

“Is it okay if I sit with you?” Calum asks, hoping that you’ll say yes.

You nod your head and avert your eyes. You can’t bring yourself to look at him. You know if you do, you’ll start crying, and you won’t let him see you cry.

Your waitress comes to your table and nearly gasps when she sees the two of you together. You look up at her and she’s looking between your usual spot and this one, and you can tell she’s confused.

“Do you want your usual?” She asks. Both of you nod.

You can’t bring yourself to speak. Even if you could speak, you don’t know what you’d say. How do you tell the person who’s sitting in front of you that you can’t stop thinking about them? That you wish you’d known his feelings from the beginning, so you could’ve saved yourself years’ worth of heartbreak? How can you bring yourself to say anything to the man who broke your heart in the matter of seconds?

Your waitress comes back with two cups of coffee and some creamer. Calum takes his cup and takes a sip straight away, you don’t understand how he can like the taste of black coffee.

“Thank you.” You say at the same time.

For the first time, your eyes meet, and you take a good look at Calum’s face.

Dark circles around his eyes, his face has gotten a bit skinnier since you last saw him, and his eyes are a shade of dark brown you’ve never seen.

“How ar-” You begin.

“I miss you so much, (Y/n).” Calum blurts. “Every day for the last two years, I’ve thought about you. I can’t get you out of my head, (Y/n). You’re like a record that’s on repeat in my brain.”

You’re taken aback by his demeanor. You’ve seen Calum act a lot of different ways before, but never like this. You’ve never seen him so… broken.

“Calum…”

“I know I hurt you. Every day I’m reminded how much of an asshole I am for it. I said things I didn’t mean that day. I couldn’t risk getting hurt but instead I ended up hurting you in the process. And then because I hurt you, I hurt myself. I will never forgive myself for being such a dick to you, (Y/n).” He’s tearing up. Calum hardly showed his emotions in front of people, but you were his one weakness and he knew it.

Every day for the past two years, he’d been wondering how to make it up to you. The countless songs he’d written about you meant that you couldn’t even listen to the radio without thinking about him. Seeing comments from fans on social media asking you about him meant that you had to turn commenting to friends only. Every day for the past two years, you’d been reminded of the constant pain he’d put you through. Every time you thought you were getting better, something would pull you back into it.

“You really hurt me.” You tell him. You’re not sure what else to say. You want to scream, and you want to cry but right now, you can’t feel anything. “I’ve spent every day for the last two years trying to get over you, Calum. I loved you so much.”

“I know.”

“You don’t. You held my heart in your hands from the very day you said we were a team. Since that day, I’d been falling for you. You were my entire world, Calum. I didn’t care about anyone but you. You’d kept my heart in your hands for three years. I trusted you with it. But when you gave it back, it was in a million pieces and I had no idea how to fix it.” You’re crying now. You don’t know when it started but you know you can’t stop.

“You are the best thing that’s happened to me. I don’t know how to tell you how sorry I am, (Y/n). I realise I was wrong.”

You want nothing more for him to get up from his side of the booth and to come hold you and tell you that everything is going to be alright. To feel him around you one more time.

“Can you hold me?” You ask him. As soon as you do, it’s like there’s a sense of relief on Calum’s face and he immediately comes to you and holds you in his arms.

He peppers kisses all over your head as he holds you tight, and you inhale his scent – he smells like his cologne and a little bit like cigarette smoke – which even though you hate cigarettes, you can’t help but find them intoxicating when he smells like them.

When you finally look up, you and Calum share a glance.

“Shall we get out of here and talk about this elsewhere?” Calum says. “I don’t want to talk about us at Harry’s.”

Calum drives you back to your old house and the two of you enter. You can’t help it, but you kiss him. Every kiss after that is feverish, you need him close to you or you feel like you won’t survive. It’s been too long without his touch and you don’t know if you’ll ever see him again after this, but you need him right now.

Every layer of clothing is gone but you can’t stop kissing him. His face, his neck, his chest. His skin is hot and smooth to the touch, and you can’t remember the last time you wanted him this bad. You can’t remember the last time you wanted him to love you this bad.

Calum is careful as he inserts himself between your legs. You let out a moan which he silences as he kisses you.

Both of you are crying, but you can’t tell if it’s because you miss him, or if this is a bad idea, or because you know this is most likely the last time you’ll have any contact with him.

You wipe your tears and his away once he breaks away from the kiss, and you look into his eyes. Every little touch his not enough so you pull his face down and kiss him again as your fingers entangle themselves into his hair.

Once he finishes inside of you, you find yourself wanting more and more of him. You can’t keep your hands off of each other, but you’re not sure you’d have it any other way. He lays on top of you and kisses you from your forehead down to your legs, leaving harsh hickeys and soft kisses wherever he pleases.

You pull him back up to you and kiss him. It’s intense and passionate and unlike any other kiss you’ve had with him before. This one feels like love.

Calum pulls away. “Stay here with me tonight. Let me make it up to you.”

You search his face before pulling him close and kissing him again. “Okay.”

You rest your head on his chest as your bodies lay tangled up in the sheets. He strokes your hair and begins singing you to sleep like he used to do when you were together. You drift off to sleep, wondering what’s next for you and Calum.

[hyuckles-chuckles]

the note you left with your favourite choker — d. kyungsoo

you and your group of friends all go to a halloween party. you thought you were going to be the only wearing a mask that covers the upper part of your face — what you didn’t expect was to be completely head-over-heels for the guy wearing a mask that covered half of his face with the luscious lips.

pairing ; do kyungsoo x fem!reader

other character(s) ; irene bae, kang seulgi, oh sehun, zhang yixing with mentions of kim minseok and byun baekhyun · seulgi x sehun

genre ; fluff, smut, strangers-to-lovers!au · word count ; 6.9k · rating ; 18+ · warning(s) ; drinking, swearing, sexual content (m oral, protected sex)

request ; “Can i request a scenario for Kyungsoo please? The plot is what if he met this girl on halloween masquerade party, they have a one night stand but that girl leaving her necklace on the nightstand with a message “return the necklace to me please” with her phone number on it, after that is up to you hehehe thank you very much hope my plot doesnt confuse you ps add smut please if you like hehehe thank you” by @akutagawahakuryuunosuke !!

a/n ; HAPPY HALLOWEEN EVERYBODY!! i’ve changed the request a teeny tiny bit but it’s still halloween and y/n and ksoo are wearing masks as if they were invited to a masquerade party:))) also this is first time smut so please be aware of that when reading it o_o

the note you left with your favourite choker is copyright 2018 hyuckles-chuckles, all rights reserved.

“Seulgi! Have you seen my choker?!” you yelled into your shared apartment with your friends Seulgi and Irene.

“Um,” you heard Seulgi from her room, “no? Have you asked Irene?”

You walked to her room, to reply to her question. “Nope, but I guess that’s where I was going next Seulgi.”

She stuck her tongue at you for your childish answer. You just laughed as you walked to Irene’s room.

“Irene, have you seen my — Irene!” you shouted when you saw your favourite choker about to be laid on her neck. “That’s my favourite choker and you took it without my permission!” you exclaimed.

Irene just sighed, her shoulders sagging in the process. “Come on (Y/N)! You wear this choker every year for Halloween — I don’t know how but you always do. Let me just wear it once, please.”

“No,” you deadpanned. “I wear it every year for a reason, now may I please have it back?”

Irene just rolled her eyes as she gave your choker back to you.

“Why do you wear it every year (Y/N)?” you heard Seulgi ask as she made her way into Irene’s room; the ‘make-up room’ as you and your roommates would call it when getting ready for a party.

“That is a good question Seulgi. And the answer is that I get lucky every time I wear it with a costume.”

You heard a gasp come from both girls, followed by a laugh from Seulgi — but not from Irene. In the midst of Irene’s gasp she managed to ruin the lipstick she was applying to her lips, at least it made sense with her vampire attire.

“You wear that for what reason?” she asked you.

“To get luck—”

“I know what she said Seulgi, it was a rhetorical question,” Irene interrupted her. She then got up from her place on the floor to stand in front of you with her hands on your shoulders. “(Y/N), men ain’t shit.”

“Irene, I know. But Halloween is a different—”

“(Y/N), men ain’t shit. It doesn’t matter the circumstance like holidays or whatever — men ain’t shit.”

“Yes mom,” you mumbled as you made your way to your make-up station in Irene’s room.

“Except for Sehun, right?” you heard Seulgi from her station.

You and Irene shared a look before breaking into a smile and tiny giggles. Seulgi didn’t seem to find it funny.

“You guys!” Seulgi said as she got up, making her diy Wanda crown bounce furiously on top of head. “Sehun isn’t like that!”

“Yes, Seulgi. Sehun isn’t like that,” Irene told her. “He hasn’t been like that since you started dating him.”

“Yeah, Seulgi, Sehun liked you so much that he changed for the better and therefore is not shit,” you continued, making Seulgi sit back down in her spot with a smile on her face.

You all then did the remainder of your make-up in somewhat silence, for there was music in the background and when a particular song came on at least one of you would start singing the words silently.

“Hey Seulgi,” you said after you contoured your face perfectly.

“Uh huh,” she said as she was applying her mascara.

“How did Sehun find out about this party?”

“He told me that he found out via one of his classmates Baekhyun. Do you two know Baekhyun?”

“Ugh,” Irene said with scowl placed on her fanged lips, “yes. He’s this guy in my chemistry class. Always loud, always annoying, always asking every girl out. I don’t like him.”

“He can’t be that bad,” you informed Irene. “Is he at least cute?”

“Unfortunately; yes,” she confirmed your suspicion.

“Anyway,” Seulgi said as she changed the subject, “Baekhyun told Sehun about the party and said he can bring whoever he wants — whoever being the three of us. It’s like at this bar that some of their friends rented out for the night or something. That’s all Sehun told me.”

“That sounds cool,” you heard Irene murmur monotonously as she was painting bloodstains in her general mouth area.

You got up from your make-up station with your make-up bag clutched in your hand to look at yourself in the mirror that Irene was using to apply hers.

“That’s hot,” she said with a smirk on her face as she eyed you up and down from where she sat. You heard Seulgi whistle from her corner of the room.

You started to whine at their actions. “You two shut up,” you said as you laughed. “My costume isn’t even finished yet!”

Seulgi lightly nudged you with her elbow. “Then go get your final touch so we can look at you in awe.”

“Okay, I’ll be right back,” you said as you walked out of Irene’s room to yours.

You found what you were looking for; your masquerade mask. It didn’t originally come with your Latin styled dance dress, so you had to find one to complete the costume you had in mind.

Your dress was a dark red that ended at your left mid-thigh and then extended to your right mid-calf with ruffles on the end. There was a lacy part at your mid-riff and also on your sleeves until they ended at your wrist. Your choker – that was on your neck and not Irene’s – complemented another one of your Halloween costumes. And the final touch was your red and gold mask that covered your forehead, your eyes and your nose.

You were finally ready for the party.

You walked back into Irene’s room to see that she and Seulgi were also done with their costumes. Irene was wearing a maroon dress with a flowy skirt and a black cape to perfect her vampire look, fangs and all. Seulgi was wearing a yellow crop top that showed off shoulders and a pair of black skinny jeans with fairy wings to be the Wanda to Sehun’s Cosmo.

“You covered your face?” Irene asked. “Good idea,” she joked.

“Well, I think her choker better complements her costume than yours, Irene,” Seulgi defended you.

You shrugged your shoulders. “What can I say Seulgi? It’s luck—”

“(Y/N),” Irene interrupted you. “Promise me you won’t just sleep with anyone.”

You were about to counter act her statement, say that she has no right in telling you what to do. But then you thought about you last Halloweens. How you always had to leave in a hurry and do the November 1st walk of shame.

So you agreed with her.

“Fine,” you sighed. “Let’s just take selfie and get to this lame party.”

The three of you were almost at the party; the Uber driving taking the fastest route possible.

You hear Seulgi’s phone go off. She quickly went to read the message and reply.

“It was Sehun,” she confirmed the thoughts of both you and Irene. “He asked where we are so I told him that we’ll be there soon.”

“Okay,” Irene said. “Now, rules. (Y/N), what’s your rule?” she asked as she turned around to face you from the front passenger seat.

You looked out the window as to not see her face. “I don’t know,” you mumbled.

“’I don’t know’ my butt! We,” she motioned with her arms to the three of us, “are not going to sleep with any guys. That’s the only rule for tonight.”

“Ahem,” Seulgi fake coughed into her hand, which spurred some laughter in the car.

“Unless it’s with our boyfriends — but please refrain from doing that because he’s loud.”

Seulgi gasped as loud as the music that could be heard in the distance of the car — must be the party. “You guys can hear us!”

“Oh Seulgi, say my name,” Irene said in a low voice to replicate Sehun’s to confirm Seulgi’s thoughts.

“Oh no, stop,” she grimaced.

“Oh, yes Sehun!” you carried on with the act with an impression of Seulgi. “Right there!”

“Oh, shut up, at least I’m getting some,” Seulgi said in annoyance, but it was heard on deaf ears as you and Irene were already laughing at your little act.

Before Seulgi could end the laughter, the Uber driver stopped in front of the party venue. You all got out after you said thanks and gave him a tip for his travels and you waved him off as he drove away.

“Seulgi, girls!” you heard a man say happily from behind you. It was Sehun.

He lifted Seulgi into his arms as he hugged her. “Where have you been? They wouldn’t let me in without a costume or I’d have to work the whole party.”

“That’s your fault for leaving your stuff at our apartment. With that being said, here’s the rest of you costume,” Seulgi said as she handed him his wand and his floating crown. Cosmo was definitely one of the easiest costumes to concoct.

Sehun then turned to the three of you when he put the crown on his head. “How do I look ladies?”

“You look odd,” Irene laughed.

“Hey, that’s not nice. Seulgi, Irene is bullying me,” Sehun complained.

“Sehun, the show’s called The Fairly Oddparents, she was technically giving you a complement,” you told him matter of factly.

Sehun furrowed his eyebrows — the way that Seulgi would gush over for hours on end. “I thought the show was called The Fairy Godparents.”

Irene placed her head in her hands, shaking it ever so slightly.

“Oh, Sehun,” you sighed as you made your way to the entrance of the party.

Irene made her way next to you as Seulgi was dragging Sehun to keep with the two of you. You came to the entrance that was being guarded by a guy from your English class. You think his name was Minseok.

“I told you Minseok that I had a costume,” you heard Sehun say from behind you.

Minseok just rolled his eyes. “This isn’t fair, I came dressed like a security guard for the party and then they make me play the part.”

“Don’t worry Minseok, when I leave I’ll bring you candy,” you reassured him.

Minseok squinted at you in the dim light. “Is that (Y/N)? Great costume, I barely recognised you.”

“Thanks,” you smiled as you walked into the party with your group.

You got to the party just in time. People were dancing as they had already gotten something to drink. The lighting was perfection as were the Halloween decorations. You could tell that this bar was rented and not just some lame Halloween bar that anyone could go into on such a night.

“Oh, (Y/N), before I forget. There was a guy who was also wearing a mask,” Sehun told you as the four of you were about to split into two different groups.

“Really?” Irene asked. “Another person who’s afraid of showing their face to the public?”

You pushed Irene slightly. “Who are they?”

“I don’t know,” Sehun shrugged. “I just know that he’s dressed as the Phantom.”

“Anyway, see you two later!” Seulgi shouted over the blaring of the music. “Sehun and I are going to make out somewhere!”

“Really?” was all you heard from Sehun as Seulgi dragged him to the middle of the dance floor.

You and Irene laughed at Sehun’s childish ways.

“So,” you motioned to Irene, “what are we going to do now?”

“I was thinking. We get some drinks, and then go dance. You in?”

You took her hand in yours and walked to the bar. “You’re my other half, you know that right?”

She laughed with you as you both took a seat at the bar.

“Mr Bartender!” you both shouted over the music to be heard.

There was a thump from underneath you, followed by a small ‘Ow’. When the two of you looked over the bar you could see the bartender, realising that it was only his first day, being one of the few who didn’t bring a good enough costume.

“Yixing,” you heard Irene whine. “How did you get into this mess?”

Yixing rose up from the floor, holding his head. “They told me it was a dress up party,” he motioned to the dapper jacket, “so I dressed up.”

“Oh, Yixing,” you cooed. “You’re such a sweetheart.”

His little dimple showed as he smiled at your words. “Thanks, now, what could I get you ladies?”

You and Irene had danced for hours on end, with the exception of talking to friends from class and getting a drink from Yixing once in a while. After about one in the morning you both decided that you were both too tired to dance anymore and decided to sit at the bar and keep Yixing company — you also sneaked outside to give Minseok some candy as promised.

“I still don’t understand,” Yixing was going on for the umpteenth time, “how I can barely recognise you with that mask and your costume on (Y/N).”

“Maybe it’s because you’ve been at the bar the whole night, Xing,” you teased as you took a sip from your drink.

“But in his defence,” Irene stated, “a lot of people haven’t recognised at all.”

You flipped your hair. “I guess I’m just the best at Halloween.”

You heard groans from your friends, you just laughed in response.

Then somebody caught your eye; a guy in a mask. Not your usual mask like Pennywise or Scream, the mask Sehun told you about from the beginning of the evening; the Phantom of the Opera.

The Phantom also turned to see you looking at him. You gave him a smile and a wave to which he returned the favour of a smile.

Irene caught your attention before you could go up and talk to him.

“Who are you waving at?” she asked as she turned around to see the Phantom, but his face was buried in his phone.

“I just waved to the Phantom over there,” you said. “That’s the guy Sehun was telling me about earlier.”

“Ah, yes,” Irene remembered the conversation from earlier that evening. “The mask dweller.”

But before she could say anything, a guy dressed as a police man walked up to your group and started to speak.

“Oh no,” you heard Irene mumble before he said anything.

“Hey Bae, fancy seeing you here,” said the police man.

“Baekhyun,” Irene frowned as she silently gave you the name of the police man (who was indeed extremely cute), “just because my name is Bae does not mean you get to call me that. Everyone in this universe knows exactly what you’re talking about when you call me ‘Bae’.”

“Come on, you know I don’t mean it like that Irene,” Baekhyun continued.

Irene got up. “You’re insufferable,” she told Baekhyun. “I’m going to the bathroom,” she told you. “You can finish my drink.”

Then she left you with Yixing and Baekhyun — who soon followed her after he had finished her drink.

“The bathroom? Count me in Bae,” he said as he followed Irene to wherever she was going.

“Looks like it’s just me and you, Xing,” you said to him with a wink.

He looked over your shoulder with a small smile. “Not for long,” he said as he walked to the other side of the bar.

“What?” you said before you got tapped on your shoulder to be face-to-face with the Phantom.

“Is this seat taken?” the Phantom asked motioning to the stool that was previously sat on by Irene.

You were too dazed to answer his question right away. With his hair styled back and sleek it’s as if he just stepped out of the 1920s with his masquerade outfit. His little cape that laid across his shoulders over his three-piece suit was just the perfect size for him. But his lips — oh god. These lips must’ve been carved out by angels themselves with how lush and full they looked.

Before you started to look borderline crazy with your staring, you replied to the Phantom. “It was, but I don’t think she’ll be coming here anytime soon.”

“I’m the Phantom,” he said. “Who might you be?”

“I’m the Dancer,” you replied with a dancing gesture with your hand.

He smiled the cutest of smiles you had ever seen. “Really? You’re not going to tell me your name?”

You looked up to the ceiling, thinking if you were actually going to do that. “Yes,” you said with a laugh.

“Fine,” the Phantom said. “Then I’m not obligated to give you mine.”

“That seems fair,” you whispered to him.

“So,” you continued your little conversation, “are you any good at singing? Are you as the good as the original Phantom?”

“No,” he said shyly, which mad you feel bad. “I think I’m better,” he said with a grin.

You gasped, pushing his shoulder. “You almost made me feel bad for you!”

“Do you still feel bad for me?” he asked you innocently.

“No,” you stated simply.

“Why not?” he pouted, making his lips look even better.

“Because, I’m going to buy you a drink,” you said while motioning Yixing over. “Yixing this is my friend, the Phantom. I am the Dancer. Please give us a round of your finest beverage,” you said whilst laughing.

“Okay, Dancer,” he said while getting you two a beer, the only drink available for the evening since Yixing was the bartender.

“So,” the Phantom said after he took a swig from his beer, “how do you know Irene?”

Nobody really could tell who you were with this mask on, then again, you couldn’t tell who the guy was right in front of you with the mask on.

“I can’t say, you’ll probably know who I am if I spill,” you said as you tapped your beer bottle with your finger. “How do you know Irene?”

The Phantom smiled, oh you loved it when he smiled. “I actually don’t. Before coming over here I texted my friend to get rid of her, then he told me her name was Irene and I was grateful that I did.”

You gave a confused smile. “Why were you grateful that you sent Irene away with your friend Baekhyun?”

The Phantom took another sip of his beer. “Because she’s Irene “Men Ain’t Shit” Bae that’s why.”

You laughed so hard at what he called Irene because it was so accurate.

“That was such an accurate depiction of Irene, wow,” you said with tears on the verge of coming out of your eyes.

With the mention of Irene you remembered your promise to her and to yourself; no guys tonight. Which made you quite sad because you actually liked this guy. He wasn’t like the others where you knew it would be a fling. This guy seemed like he could be a good one.

Over the course of two beers, you and the Phantom had gotten to know each other somewhat well. To keep your identities a secret you omitted some information that would be crucial. But as the clock was about to strike two you got a message from Irene.

bae™ [01:57am]: We should get going babe, it’s getting late

bae™ [01:58am]: Plus Sehun’s crying into Seulgi’s shoulder because somebody broke his crown lol

bae™ [01:58am]: You have to see it

You were about to tell the Phantom you were going to leave soon, when he excused himself to go to the bathroom. That’s when your brilliant plan struck you.

(Y/N) [01:58am]: i’ll be out there soon, keep sehun crying lmao

(Y/N) [01:58am]: take pics too;)

“Xing!” you screamed across the bar.

Yixing made his way towards you. “Where’d your Phantom go?”

“He went to the bathroom, I need a pen and paper stat,” you ordered while he got what you wanted.

Dear Phantom,

I had to leave urgently, my friend’s boyfriend was crying so I had to see it in person because it was over something so dumb. I’ll tell you later about it

Anyway, this is my favourite choker. I’m leaving it with you and my number because I trust you and I like you. We can make plans for when I can get it and maybe we can hang out sometime ;)

Anyway, from your favourite dancer,

The Dancer (+82 45 5318 5341)

Then you took off you choker and poked a hole in the note to stick the choker inside of it.

“Yixing,” you said to get his attention once again.

“Yes (Y/N)?” he asked.

“I need you to give this to the Phantom. I have to go home now and this has my number on it with my choker, please give it to him.”

Yixing smiled while he took the note and the choker from you. “You must really like him.”

You nodded. “I guess,” you said before greeting him good-bye.

You managed to steal a whole bag of candy to give to Minseok from the snack table, to which he was very happy about.

You met up with Irene, Seulgi and Sehun — who was all better now to your disappointment — to wait for your next Uber to take the four of you to your apartment.

“What took you so long?” Irene asked as she put her arms around you.

“I was writing a note,” you answered.

“You wrote a note?” Sehun asked, obviously drunk from the party. “Who writes notes these days? Why didn’t you just text this person?”

“Sehunnie,” you said as you pinched his cheek, “how must I text this person if I was giving them my number on the note?”

Sehun looked confused, he was thinking really hard about what you had said. “Oh,” he said once he figured it out.

The three of you laughed at his drunken state as your Uber pulled up to pick you up. Irene took her spot in the front, you got in the back, followed by Seulgi and then Sehun.

“How was Baekhyun?” you asked Irene.

She groaned in response. “That guy cannot take no for an answer. I swear I’m going to smack him on the head one of these days.”

You laughed as you felt your phone vibrate in your sling bag.

You got a message. From an unknown number. Normally you would be alarmed, but with the Phantom in mind you opened your messages.

UNKNOWN NUMBER [02:07am]: You’re sneaky

(Y/N) [02:07am]: what can i say? you took too long, my friends were waiting for me

While you waited for him to reply to you, you quickly changed his name from UNKNOWN NUMBER to the cute phantom because that’s all he was to you for the time being.

the cute phantom [02:11am]: Well I’m sorry that I ran into Baekhyun telling me all about how Irene was all over him

(Y/N) [02:12am]: don’t listen to him, he’s full of shit

the cute phantom [02:12am]: Trust me, I wasn’t

the cute phantom [02:13am]: So, when do you want your choker back? It looks really special

(Y/N) [02:13am]: the sooner the better pleeeeeeease

He was typing for three minutes straight before he finally messaged you back.

the cute phantom [02:16am]: How about Friday? We can talk where and what time during the week, but you’ll get your beloved choker on Friday

(Y/N) [02:17am]: it’s a date, phantom;)

(Y/N) [10:34am]: remember to bring your mask when you leave for the café

the cute phantom [10:36am]: I don’t understand why I must bring the mask if we’re going to see each other for lunch

(Y/N) [10:37am]: how must i know it’s you if you’re not wearing the mask??

the cute phantom [10:38am]: Because you’re not dumb and you could tell by my physique that I am the ‘cute’ phantom

(Y/N) [10:38am]: if you don’t think that i think that i’m dumb then you obviously don’t know me at all

(Y/N) [10:38am]: and what do you mean by ‘cute’? you are cute!!

the cute phantom [10:39am]: Haha, I’ll see you at lunch later

You and the Phantom spoke every day since the Halloween party leading up to your little date at the café for lunch today. You were so excited to see him again, you even had all of your friends groaning every time your phone vibrated with a message from him.

On the day after the party you and the Phantom spoke throughout the course of the day, which alarmed Irene because you had only met each other just a few hours ago. She would recite her mantra to you “men ain’t shit” throughout the whole day, only to realise that this guy was special to you so she quickly stopped the next day.

However, Seulgi and Sehun would talk about you and the Phantom non-stop.

“When are you seeing this guy again?” Sehun asked you at breakfast when you ended your chat with the Phantom.

“Today for lunch,” you answered simply as to not show them how excited you really were.

“You see what she’s doing there, Sehun?” Seulgi asked him. “She’s doing her thing where she acts like she’s not excited about her date so we don’t tease her. She’s wrong of course,” she said with a laugh.

You threw a dishcloth at her. “So what if I’m excited? I like this guy.”

Irene rolled her eyes. “You don’t even know his name (Y/N). You just call him the Phantom.”

You threw another dishcloth at Irene. “That doesn’t matter, I know everything else about him and that’s all that matters.”

“Yeah,” Sehun mumbled as he ate his cereal.

“See, Sehun’s my only friend in this apartment,” you said as you hugged him from behind.

“Yeah, you’re all just jealous that she’s getting dick tonight and none of you are.”

The three of you gasped in shock and started hitting Sehun with the many dishcloths in your kitchen.

“Hey!” Sehun shouted. “I’m trying to eat my cereal!”

Irene had the last word with a flick to his head. “Then don’t say dumb shit at breakfast.”

Sehun opened his arms for Seulgi to sit in his lap. “Seulgi, Irene is bullying me.”

She sat down gently on his lap. “I know baby, but you deserved it this time.”

You and Irene made gagging noises as you poured yourself some water.

“You two are so cheesy it makes me want to throw up,” Irene said to them.

“Well then you better throw up now because if you’re sleeping over at my place that means there’s a lot more where this came from,” Sehun said with a smirk plastered on his face.

You groaned. “Why are you all leaving the apartment? Do you think I can’t control myself?”

A unanimous “Yes” was heard from your friends followed by a gasp from you – and then laughter from said friends.

“Listen (Y/N),” Irene said once the laughter had died down, “we love you and know you. And even though it is technically your first date with this guy, I want you to make good choices. And if you make a choice that I wouldn’t like, I don’t really want to be here for it.”

Your jaw dropped at her words. Seulgi and Sehun just burst into another series of laughter.

“Oh!” you were at a loss for words. “Everyone, just shut up! I’m going to get ready now and if you guys are still laughing I’m going to be very angry and I’m going to move out!” you shouted as you walked to your room.

“Who are you going to move in with?!” Sehun yelled from the kitchen. “Your Phantom boyfriend?!”

You chose to ignore him, it would just make him feel better if you replied to him. So you decided to get ready for your shower, put on your favourite coffee date outfit and do a natural make-up look. By the time you were done you had about 20 minutes until you had to be at the café and your friends were just about to leave to go to Sehun’s.

“Enjoy your sleepover,” you said as they were leaving. “I wish I could join you.”

“Why? So you could see more of me?” Sehun asked as he pulled Seulgi and Irene closer to him.

“No, you have good food there and I would like to eat of it. I would actually prefer if you weren’t there but we can’t always get what we want.”

Sehun rolled his eyes and chose to ignore you.

“Okay, we’re leaving now,” Irene said as she was out of the door. “Make good choices please.”

“Like sucking dick,” Sehun offered. “That’s a good choice.”

The only response he got was a smack to his chest from both sides.

“Ow! I’m just trying to be funny!” Sehun whined.

“Yeah, trying,” Irene said as she walked to the staircase, Sehun following her and telling her how funny he is.

That just left you and Seulgi. She gave you quick hug while whispering, “Suck his dick.”

You just stood there in your door way wondering what had gotten into Seulgi. She must be spending too much time with Sehun. You just laughed it off and got your jacket to leave for the café.

You’re in walking distance to the café so you had a few minutes to spare. While you wait for the Phantom you order yourself a chocolate mocha to keep you company. When you sat down with your mocha you put your mask on your face, as to keep your identity hidden if he were to come into the café.

You felt people staring at you — probably because of your choice of attire.

“I’m just meeting somebody here,” you announced to the café. But nobody took note of you , they just went back to their coffee and so did you.

As you are about to get your phone to tell the Phantom that you’re at the café, you hear the bell attached to the front door chime, followed by a grunt and the door closing shut.

You smile, recognising the physique of the Phantom from the door. He turned around to face you with his mask on, obviously freaking out to put his mask on earlier.

He walked over to the table you were sitting.

“Really?” he opened with as he took the seat across from you .

“What?” you asked in confusion, raising your brow in the process.

“You had to sit so that the front door was in your vision,” he stated.

You smiled at him. “This is where I usually sit. I like sitting here, thank you very much.”

He smiled back at you, then looked down at your coffee. “I see you didn’t order me a coffee. Now I’m sad.”

You raised your hand to stop him from speaking. “Just chill, okay. Wait a few seconds.”

He opened his mouth, but the barista at the counter interrupted him. “An Americano for… the Phantom?”

You laughed silently behind your hand as the Phantom had to walk up to the counter to retrieve his drink.

“You know it was Halloween earlier this week, right?” the barista asked him.

He looked the barista in the eye. “You think I’d willingly do this to myself. It was all her doing,” he said as he pointed at you.

You gave the barista a little wave and a giggle as the Phantom returned to your table for two.

“So, when are we going to take off these masks? I feel like an idiot,” he confessed.

“We can do it now,” you said as you untied your mask from the back of your head and took it off from your face.

“I’m (Y/N),” you said as you extended your hand across the table.

He took your hand in his and shook. “I’m Kyungsoo,” he said as he took off his mask to reveal the other half of his perfect face with his other hand.

“Wow,” you said quietly as you stared into your drink, ready to take a sip.

“You could say that again,” Kyungsoo said as he took a sip of his own beverage.

“Wow,” you repeated, slightly louder, causing him to laugh at you repeating the word.

“You didn’t have to repeat that,” Kyungsoo said with a roll of his eyes followed by a chuckle.

“I know I didn’t have to, but I finally got the last piece of the puzzle today let me be happy okay,” you said with a hint of laughter to your words.

Kyungsoo nodded in agreement. “It is nice to finally put a name and a face to the girl I’ve been talking to, (Y/N),” he said as he raised his coffee mug in the air.

“Right back at you, Kyungsoo,” you said with a clink of your mugs.

You and Kyungsoo stayed inside of the café and talked for hours before they informed you that they were closing soon.

“Have we really been here for five hours?” Kyungsoo asked you as you both exited the café.

“I would assume so, they did kick us out,” you teased him.

You slowly walked in the direction of your apartment, Kyungsoo catching up and taking your hand into his, causing you to feel warm all over.

“So, where to next?” Kyungsoo asked as you were still walking in the direction of your apartment.

“Um, I’m walking to my apartment. Where would you like to go?”

“I think your apartment is a great destination,” Kyungsoo confirmed as you eagerly led the way.

He held your hand all the way to your apartment building, all the way up the stairs and to your floor and he only let go of it when you looked for your keys in your purse but instead placed it on your lower back as you both walked in.

“This is my home!” you announced as you took off your jacket and shoes, motioning for Kyungsoo to do as you did.

“Your place is really nice,” Kyungsoo said out loud.

“Yeah, Irene likes to keep it clean,” you responded.

Kyungsoo smiled at you. “Yeah, I remember.”

You don’t know what was wrong with you. You spent the entire week messaging Kyungsoo and calling him when you couldn’t type anymore. You just spent the last five hours talking to him about absolute nonsense. Why couldn’t you say anything right now?

“Oh,” Kyungsoo said, “I almost forgot about this.”

He walked over to his jacket to retrieve something; your choker.

You let out a nervous laugh. “Really?”

“What?” he asked with a smile.

“You’ve had that the entire time we’ve been together and only think of now to give it to me,” you said as you walked over to him.

“Well you didn’t exactly give me the chance, you wouldn’t stop talking about this dog you saw outside of your class that one time.”

You gasped. “That was a cute dog, Kyungsoo!” you said as you pushed his shoulder lightly, keeping your hand there for quite some time.

You were both just staring at each other in the comfortable silence. Him being this close just felt so right.

“Lift your hair up for me,” he whispered, you felt his breath tickle your nose as he spoke to you.

“Why?” you said with a grin as you lifted your hair to reveal your neck.

He ignored your question and just got straight to putting your choker on your neck. Only, he didn’t move behind you to do it as it would normally be done. He stepped closer to you and looked over your shoulder to make sure that the latch was attached to the right loop.

“Just as I remember,” he said as he looked down at you when the choker was on your neck. “Perfect.”

And at that moment you kissed him; there wasn’t a better moment to do so. You felt him kiss you back after a few seconds and you smiled before pulling away from his lips.

“That was nice,” you said after a moment of silence.

Kyungsoo smirked. “But not as nice as this,” he said before he pushed you to the nearest wall and placed his lips on top of yours , only this time it was a little bit aggressive.

You felt Kyungsoo’s hands on your face as he brought your face closer to his. You felt his tongue across your lips, asking for permission to enter, which you allowed with the opening of your mouth. Kyungsoo tasted bittersweet; the bitterness came from the coffee he had consumed and the sweetness from the brownie the two of you shared sometime that evening. You could also feel him growing harder by the minute.

You whined in frustration as he stopped the kiss abruptly. “Which room is your bedroom?” he asked hastily.

You grabbed his hand and led him to your room as he kissed the side of your neck. When you reached your bedroom and the door was shut, he took off your shirt.

“Wow,” he muttered as he looked at you.

You took this opportunity to discard Kyungsoo of his shirt. “I could say the same to you.”

But before Kyungsoo could do anything, you sprang into action and took off his pants and sat him down on the bed as you knelt in front of him.

You could see the slight blush across Kyungsoo’s cheeks. “You don’t have to do this (Y/N).”

You knelt up to be face-to-face with him. “I want to do this,” you said millimetres from his lips. You pressed a soft kiss to his lips before you focused on the bulge in his underwear.

He lifted his legs so that you could release him from his underwear. When it was off and on your bedroom floor, his manhood bounced to his stomach, making him groan in relief.

You moved your hand to his head, lubricating him with his own pre-cum. His hands were behind him on your bed — keeping him up right — and his head was tilted back. His face was pure bliss when you started jerking your hand up and down on his member.

Before he even knew it, your lips were kissing his head and he let out a moan of satisfaction.

“You know (Y/N),” Kyungsoo said in between grunts. “I’ve been thinking about us like this for the entire week.”

You hummed against him, exerting another moan from him, this time you looked up at him as you bobbed your head up and down. He couldn’t take it anymore.

He lifted your head to bring to his face as he kissed you hard. He made you lie at the head of your bed as he kissed you all over.

“I’ll be back,” he said in between kisses behind your ear. “I have to get my condom from my jacket. You better be ready for me when I get back.”

You quickly discarded your pants and your panties at the same time as soon as he left. Then you unclasped your bra just as Kyungsoo walked into the room. You let it drop to the floor as he gawked at you from the doorway.

“You are a beauty,” he said as he made his way in front of you, tearing the wrapping off of the condom and placing it on himself with a groan.

He laid you down once more, his face millimetres from yours.

“Are you sure about this?” Kyungsoo asked before anything could happen.

You held his face in your hands. “Kyungsoo, I’ve been thinking of this moment with you since the minute I left that party.”

Kyungsoo smiled as he kissed you, you tangled your hands into his hair. And then you felt him at your entrance, pushing slowly into you.

You opened your mouth in the shape of an O as he started thrusting into you. It’s like the two of you were made for each other. You two just instantly clicked; from the moment you met, to the texts, to this moment right now.

You could feel him hitting your g-spot. “Kyungsoo! Right there!”

He nodded into your chest as he hit the same spot over and over while he kissed and licked at your nipples.

“Are you feeling good, baby?” Kyungsoo asked in your ear.

“Yes,” you repeated like a mantra in his ear. You could feel him smiling as he bit down onto your ear gently.

“Are you close?”

“Y-yes Kyungsoo!”

He left the crook of your neck to look into your face — your blissed out face. “Then let’s finish together, okay?”

You nodded vigorously as Kyungsoo knelt down to kiss you once again passionately, contradicting to how he was moving down there, going faster with each thrust.

It didn’t take long before you both finished, Kyungsoo thrusting into you slowly until you put a hand on his shoulder, silently asking him to stop. He slowly slid out of you and left to clean himself and you up. He then climbed into your bed and you followed suit.

He hugged you from behind, kissing your shoulder. “Explain to me why we didn’t do this in the first place?” Kyungsoo asked, curiosity finally getting the better of him.

You exhaled as you held onto his hand at your stomach. “I promised Irene I wouldn’t sleep with anyone that night. Biggest mistake, am I right?”

“You most definitely are right,” Kyungsoo said as he traced patterns on your stomach, causing you to squirm slightly.

“And what’s so special about this choker? I mean you look good in it, but why is it so special?”

You turned around to look him in the eye.

“Would you like to know why?” you said with a smirk.

“Um, yeah,” he laughed. “I just asked you why.”

You took off your choker to put on your nightstand. “It helps me get lucky.”

Kyungsoo let out the biggest laugh for your reasoning of why your choker was your favourite one.

“I would say no way,” Kyungsoo started, pausing to kiss you softly, “but you just got lucky, and I can’t argue with that logic.”

thanks so much for reading!! remember that this is my first time writing smut and i don’t think that i’m good at writing such genre yet so just keep that in mind, thaaaanks:)

© hyuckles-chuckles, 2018. please don’t copy or repost without permission.

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Let’s Not Fall In Love (Park Jimin x You ONESHOT)

A/N:This request is written with inspiration from Big Bang's Let's Not Fall In Love and this line from 5SOS' Lie To Me:

"And I know that you don't But if I ask you if you love me I hope you li-li-li-lie Lie to me " 😢😢😭😭

Angst, angst and angst all over. And oh yeah a lot of implied smut but nothing on real smut since I still dont think I'm good at it :( I am sorry about that. I dont know if this is what you have in mind anon but I really do hope you enjoy it 😘

anddd REQUESTS ARE STILL OPEN!

MASTERLIST

"Don't fall in love with me,"

Those are the last thing that came out from Jimin's mouth before he crashes his lips into hers, hands busy holding her up so she can wrapped her legs around his waist. And as Jimin walked them into his bedroom, everything else doesnt matter as the two of them engulfed themselves in each other's passionate embraced.

Y/N and Jimin are friends. Well, not really close friends, but yes, friends. But there has always been some undescribable sexual tension between them even from the moment they were first introduced to each other by their mutual friend, the one and only Kim Taehyung.

Years of being friends with Taehyung, Y/N never once said yes to his millions invite to hang out with his group members until that fateful night. After a week of being holed up in her room after a disastrous breakup with her long time boyfriend and after swearing in every way possible that she will never ever fall in love and cursing every male she sees, Y/N finally agress to Taehyung's invite.

She has seen the six boys in pictures, obviously who hasnt? They are known worldwide, and heard a lot about them from Taehyung but he didnt imagined them to look this... this beautiful in real life.

Especially Park Jimin.

With his soft blonde hair falling lightly into his eyes as he smirked and swirl his drink, obviously eyeing her up and down as Taehyung introduced them, Y/N feel her whole body tingles under his domineering gaze and she suddenly felt the urgent need to know this man.

And that's percisely what she did.

What started off as countless innocent dinner and hangout sessions with the whole group slowly turns into nights of hanging out together, just the two of them. Y/N can feel Taehyung giving them curious looks whenever they excuse themselves to be alone or when Y/N quietly ditch him to spend the night with Jimin instead. It didnt get past Taehyung the subtle touches and meaningful looks the two of them gave to each other, sharing emotions that was never spoken, making him worry.

"Be careful Y/N. Jimin is not the kind of man you should fall in love with, and I know you. You are the kind of girl who falls in love, no matter what you say," Taehyung followed you around your apartment as you start to put away your newly bought groceries.

"Okay, first of all, I dont know what you are talking about. Second, there's definitely nothing going on between Jimin and me and third, I'm not that easy. I have given up on men remember?" She rolled her eyes. Taehyung ran his hand through his hair and sighed.

"I know you are not easy Y/N. But... I just care about you. You are my best friend. And I know Jimin. And I definitely know the looks you two gave each other,"

"Tae," she turns to him and shake his shoulders. "Its sweet that you worry about me. But nothing is going to happen between us. I promise,"

Taehyung groaned. "Fine. I'm trusting you on this Y/N. I just dont want you to get hurt again after what that asshole did to you," Y/N cringe at the reminder of her ex boyfriend. "Just... just dont fall in love with Jimin, okay?"

Y/N smile and kisses his cheeks. "You are very sweet Tae. The best best friend ever,"

"Just promise me Y/N," Taehyung pouts, making her chuckle.

"I promise I wont fall in love with Jimin,"

/////

It hasnt even been a month and Y/N has already broken her promise to Taehyung. A little dirty dancing on the club's dance floor, a little too much to drink and a few suggestive whisper from Jimin to her ear as he grind into her leads to the two of them stumbling outside the club flagging down a cab, making their way to her apartment, lips attached to one another the whole way there.

Y/N fumbled with her keys as Jimin keeps on kissing her neck. After finally opening the door with much difficulty, the two of them tumbles in where Jimin immediately turned her around and pinned her against the wall, kissing her lips passionately. He slowly trailed down to her jawline, neck and collarbone, leaving red and purple marks that will surely show tomorrow making her moan out loud.

"Y/N..." he hissed slowly, which is only answered by another moan. "Y/N, I have wanted to do this for so long," he whispered between kisses which is now slowly trailing down to her chest.

"Nghhh,"

"Do you want me? I need to hear you say it princess," Jimin's voice husky and needy, breaking through her hazy mind as his kisses trails back to her jaw and lips.

"Yes.. yes Jimin. I want you. I want you so bad," Jimin suddenly stopped and cupped her face between his hands, making her look at him. With dark eyes glazed with lust and want he rubbed her bottom lip with his thumb.

"If we do this I need you to promise me one thing,"

"Wh..what is it?" Y/N stutttered. She wants him so bad for so long and after tasting him, there is nothing she wouldnt agree on just to have him tonight.

"Dont fall in love with me,"

Y/N was surprised. At the back of her mind she could hear Taehyung's warning repeating itself. It scares her a little why Jimin himself is saying this to her in the middle of something so passionate. Something so intimate. Jimin leaned in and start to kiss her earlobes, slinking down to her neck, making her moan and lose all rationality again.

"Do you promise?" He whispered as he brings his head up to her ears again. Consumed with want, Y/N couldnt think straight. Afterall, its impossible to fall in love with someone just from one night of passionate sex right? And she wants Jimin so bad, she felt like dying. Afraid that he would stop if her answer is the opposite she rapidly nodded her head.

"Yes Jimin, yes!"

"Thank God," was what Y/N was sure she heard as Jimin suddenly kissed her hard after listening to her answer. Tounge and plump lips asking permission for more as they lick and pulled her bottom lip. His hands are busy holding her up so she can curled her legs around hjs waist, grazing against his hard erection and making her already short dress bunch up higher around her waist, exposing her white lace panties that's already damp from all his ministrations. He quickly carried her back to her bedroom and threw her on the bed before he crawls over her, dark obsidian eyes looking deep into hers.

"You are mine tonight princess,"

Y/N wake up smiling the next day as she traces Jimin's handsome sleeping face beside her. What happened last night makes her blush but she still couldnt get her eyes off how beautiful he is, even when he's sleeping. A different kind of feeling start to bloom in her chest but she quickly shakes it away after remembering both Taehyung's and Jimin's warning.

"Done staring at me?" Jimin's raspy morning voice break her thoughts and she blinked to see Jimin, eyes wide open, smiling at her. She ducked her head and blushed harder.

"I dont think you have anything to be embarassed about after last night princess. You were quite the-" Y/N's eyes widen and she quickly slapped her hands over his mouth to stop him from finishing off his statement. Jimin laughs out loud.

"You are so cute," he said as he scoot up, leaning against the headboard, making the blanket that's covering his body slid down to his waist, revealing his toned and chiseled chest, now littered with purple and red marks. Y/N felt her face heat up in embarassment once again and tried to rolled away, getting off the bed but Jimin managed to pull her before she can escape, making her fall on top of him.

"I dont think we are done yet princess," his voice husky as he nibbled her earlobe, making Y/N close her eyes and moan, enjoying the sensation. Jimin slid off the blanket that is wrapped around her, revealing her naked body before eyeing her up and down.

"You are so beautiful," he said against her lips before capturing them with his, hands adjusting her so she straddled his naked hips, his now hard erection grazing her wet hot core. "Ride me princess,"

/////

Jimin buttoned up his shirt from last night after a warm shower, turning to smile at Y/N who is still wrapped up in the blanket on the bed, looking at him.

"Hey, do you... maybe uh want to grab some lunch?" Y/N hesitantly asked as she scooted up her upper body so she is now leaning against the headboard.

"I would love to but I cant today. I have to get back to the dorm," Jimin flashed her an apologetic smile.

"Oh? But Tae said you guys had a free day today?"

"Yeah we do. I need to get ready. I have a date this evening," Jimin said so casually as he tried to patted down his messy hair in the mirror. Y/N felt her chest tighten at his words.

A date? After they just...

"A... a date?" Jimin turned around to face her, giving her a questioning look.

"Yeah. Why?" He cocked his head before his eyes widen after seeing the expression on her face. "Shit Y/N. Did you perhaps thinks that we are together now or something? I thought I already told you-"

"No, no," YN waved her hands around, trying to surpressed the hurt she felt. She knew he had warned her beforehand, but she thought last night would mean something to him. "Just surprised is all. I just didnt know you had plans," she gave him a tiny smile, hoping it would cover the pain she is suddenly feeling. Jimin released a deep breath, feeling relieved.

"Thank god. I thought for a second there you actually thought there's something more between us other than just sex," he laughs. Y/N felt her heart cracked at how casual Jimin is. Just sex? Is that what this is to him? Dont their friendship means something more to him than branding her into just another girl he fucked? Jimin lean in and kiss her forehead, something that feels intimate to Y/N but she knew its just an innocent gesture that doesnt mean anything to Jimin. "I have to go now, I'm late. See you around and maybe we can do... this again sometime," he winked before heading out the door.

Y/N heard the front door clicked, indicating Jimin has left her apartment. She felt her chest tighten more and more as she look around her room that is littered with evidence of last night's lovemaking, or according to Jimin, just sex. Y/N closes her eyes and scream out her frustration at the top of her lungs, throwing her pillow across the room, hitting the things on her desk.

They warned you Y/N. Do not fall in love with Park Jimin.

/////

Despite the pain she felt that first time they slept together and Jimin just left for a date, Y/N keeps on going back to him. Everytime he looks her way or when his hand lingered a little longer on her thigh...

Park Jimin is forbidden and a sin. But he's a sin that Y/N is willing to go to hell for.

And that is how she ended up between the sheets with Jimin countless of times where he will wakes up the next day and move on with his life, meeting girls and flirting with everybody he sees. Sometimes it hurts her to see a fresh batch of love bites littering his body when they get together. Love bites that doesnt belong to her. But she wanted Jimin so bad, she's willing to just close her eyes and pretend she didnt see them as she basked in his kisses and passionate touch for the night. To make things worse, well at least worse for Y/N's heart that is slowly falling for him, Jimin will care for her, showing her how concern he is and worry about her. Always cleaning her up and tucking her in, even makinh breakfast on days he didnt have anything else plan. Jimin would listen to her if she had a bad day at work or at class, and gave her tired feet a good rub when she needed it. Y/N knows that sex aside, they were first and foremost, friends. And friends take care of each other.

And that is all she is to Jimin. Friends. Maybe with some extra benefit.

And she needs to get that into her hopelessly love sick brain.

"You are sleeping with him arent you?" Taehyung sudden question took her by surprise, making her almost choked on her pancakes.

"Who?" Y/N tries her best to feign ignorance. But Taehyung knows better and rolled his eyes.

"Park freaking Jimin. Who else?"

"Wh..what? Why would you say that?"

"Well... maybe because he always comes back from your apartment with last night's clothes and butt tons of hickeys that always give our stylist a hard time to cover up everytime we had a shoot the next day?"

"He...hey. why do you assumed its me. Jimin meets a lot of women-"

"That's right. Jimin does meet a lot of women. Its who he is," Taehyung cut her off, his eyes now soft as he looks at his best friend's face. "Y/N... I warned you and I dont want you to get hurt,"

"Tae," Y/N reached out to hold Taehyung's hand across the table, pushing her plates of pancakes to the side. "I'm okay. I know what kind of relationship me and Jimin have. We are something like... friends with benefit?" She hesitates. "A lot of benefit actually," she chuckles, trying to lighten the mood.

"But Y/N. I know you. You are the type of girl who wants a real relationship. You want breakfast in bed and cuddles. Ice cream dates and flowers. Late night texts and video calls. Not some fuck me and leave me kinda relationship," Taehyung's furrowed his eyebrows in worry.

"Tae, dont worry about me. I'm a big girl, I know what I'm doing," she poke her now limped pancakes. "You had warned me. Even Jimin himself had warned me. I know what I'm doing okay?" Taehyung sighed.

"Fine. If you say so," his expression turns serious. "But Y/N. You know I'm only saying this because I care about you right? You are my best friend and I dont want you to get hurt," Y/N smile at how cute Taehyung is. Always taking care of her.

"I know Tae. I know. And I'm glad to have someone like you on my side," and if only my heart actually listen to you before falling helplessly in love with Park Jimin.

/////

As days passes by, Y/N's heart grows fonder of Jimin and she felt like he is changing too. He starts to spend more extra time with her now. No more immediately leaving the apartment after their morning quickies, but instead he takes her out to eat, or cook breakfast together jn her tiny kitchen. Some days, they even skip the sex and spend the night cuddle up in a blanket, watching a movie until they fall asleep. With all the changes in his behavior, Y/N starts to feel a sense of hope.

Is Park Jimin falling in love with her too?

God, she hope he is, because she's not afraid to admit it now. She is hopelessly in love with Park Jimin.

But dreams are what it is, a dream. After Jimin suddenly cancelled his plan to come over one night, of course without any further explanation, Y/N decides to finally join back the real world and went out to dinner with her girlfriends at some fancy restaurant. The night went well, they talked about everything and laughing so hard until her mouth hurts, well that is until one of her friends point to a table behind her.

"Omg, that's BTS' Park Jimin!" Y/N felt her heart beats faster at the sound of his name, a smile starting to formed on her lips. "He's on a date! Omg! And she's beautiful!"

Y/N's smile immediately dissapeared after that. A date? She knows Jimin met up with other woman while he's sleeping with her. Heck, he even sleeps with other woman while he's sleeping with her. But she thought his feelings changed this past few weeks. Doesnt he treat her better now? More special? Why is he still going on dates?

"Hey, that's the girl from the new girl group isnt it?" Another friend ask. Y/N downed the rest of her drink, feeling she needs all the liquid courage she can have before she turns around and look at what her friends are gaping about. True enough, the moment she turns around, Jimin is sitting in the table just right behind her, devastatingly handsome with his blond hair styled neatly and dressed in a slim fitted black suit with a white shirt underneath. Y/N suddenly felt a pang of possesiveness and jealousy but she knows there's nothing she can do about it but stare. Jimin finally  caught her staring and the moment he did, he smile at her and raised his glass, indicating a greeting. As if she is just a friend he saw while being on a date.

Wait. That is exactly what's happening. Jimin is on a date. And Y/N is his friend.

Y/N felt her chest tighten and turned back around immediately. How can Jimin act this way? Does she really meant nothing to him?

"Holy crap. Did Park Jimin just raised his glass to you Y/N?" One of her friends exclaimed.

"N..no. I dont think so,"

"He obviously did!" Another one cut in. Y/N didnt know what to say until she remembers that they know about her and Taehyung's long term friendship.

"Urm maybe. Taehyung introduced us once. I didnt think he would still recognized me though," she gave a sheepish smile.

"Oh yes. I forgot about that. Damn you are one lucky bitch Y/N. That best friend of yours is extremely hot. Arent you ever going to introduce Taehyung to us?" And just like that the conversation switch from Park Jimin to Kim Taehyung's level of hotness and Y/N has never been more grateful.

Y/N peeled off her dressed and hopped in the shower, putting on her comfiest nightie once done. A night that's supposed to help her relax and forget turns into a disaster. All because Park freaking Jimin decides to date some extremely beautiful girl idol and bring her to the most expensive restaurant in town. Trying to drown her thoughts in the drama series she's currently watching and failing miserably, Y/N dragged her pathetic self into her room, ready to just sleep when someone knock on her front door. Without thinking much, she went and opened it, assuming it must be her best friend. Taehyung do love to show up unexpectedly in the middle of the night anyway.

But what stands in front of her is not Kim Taehyung, but Park Jimin. Still dressed in the suit he wore to the godforsaken date and leaning against the door frame, a smirk on his face.

"Hi princess," Y/N rolled her eyes.

"What are you doing here Jimin?"

"Well," he straighten up, but the smile still not leaving his beautiful face. "I cant get over how gorgeous you look when I saw you at the restaurant just now. I swear princess, every guy in there is just staring at you. And it makes me angry,"

Y/N suddenly felt heat blooms up in her chest at Jimin's sudden show of possesiveness. Is Jimin jealous?

"Why does it matter to you if they look at me? You have your idol princess with you there right," Y/N hate how childish, petty and jealous she sounds but that is just how she feels. Jimin chuckle and steps inside her apartment, closing the door and locking it.

"She's beautiful isnt she?" Jimin asks, anger start to rise in Y/N with his question. "But I dont simply take girls home on a first date Y/N. You know that. And seeing you there... if gives me a problem that I think only you can help," he whispered huskily as he steps closer to her. Y/N felt like crying. Is that all she is to him? A place to satisfy himself? Y/N pushed him away and walked off.

"No. Im not doing this tonight. Im not going to sleep with you just because you get horny after your date and is not able to fuck her Jimin!"

"Oh come on princess. Isnt that what our relationship is about? Helping each other?" He pulls her arm, closing the gap between them once again. Y/N blinked back the tears that threaten to fall. Jimin is right. When they first agreed to this... this friends with benefit arrangement, that is what the two of them had agreed upon. To help each other released their sexual frustration whenever they need to.

Well, that was before she fell in love with him.

Now, every touch, every kiss from him felt different. Even the way he smile at her makes her heart flutter. She doesnt just want him physically, she wants him emotionally, she wants all of him. The good, the bad, his flaws and his mistake, everything.

Jimin starts to give butterfly kisses from her ear down to her neck before capturing her lips with his. "Dont tell me you dont want me tonight princess, when your body is telling me otherwise," he whisper as he nibbled her ear, his warm breath sending her shivers. Everything about Jimin is intoxicating. His scent, his voice, his taste... it makes Y/N forget everything else. With nimble hands Jimin pushed down the straps of her nightie off her shoulders, making the skimpy outfit fell to the ground, leaving her bare to his eyes.

"You are beautiful. Always so beautiful for me," he said againsts her lips as he captured hers with his and lead her into the bedroom.

Y/N woke up to the smell of waffles and coffee the next day. As she rubbed her sleepy eyes and padded towards the kitchen, she giggled as she is greeted with the sight of Jimin in her flowery apron, setting the table with the breakfast he successfuly prepared without burning the kitchen down.

"Oh, you are awake," he leaned over and kissed her cheeks, making Y/N's heart swell. "Come, eat," he smile and lead her to her seat. That's the thing about Jimin. He confuses her. One minute he acts as if their relationship means nothing but sex to him, and then he suddenly acts all sweet and acting like the perfect boyfriend. Y/N wishes nothing more than to understand what's going on in that brain of his. To understand him. To know him.

"I have the day off today. Want to spend it together? We can eat delicious food and catch a movie. Maybe take a walk in the park later in the evening?" Jimin suggested between shoving waffles in his mouth. Y/N couldnt help the smile that blooms across her face. Of course she would love to spend the day with Jimin. She would agree to anything as long as its Jimin.

"That sounds great,"

The day went amazingly well. They had fun, talking and laughing. Despite having to wear masks and hide out from one shop to another in order to avoid Jimin's fangirls, the rest of the day went smoothly. As he drops her off at her apartment he leans in and kiss her on the cheeks.

"Thanks for today. I needed that. Work has been crazy," he smile.

"No problem. I had fun too," she fiddled with her hands. "Do you... do you want to come in?" Jimin laughs.

"Why are you so nervous around me? That is so cute," he pinched her cheeks. "But no. Not tonight. I have to go back to the dorm or Namjoon hyung will kill me," he laughs again.

"Okay then," Jimin was about to walk away when he turns back around.

"Oh, dont forget about tomorrow. Tae asks me to remind you that we are going to that new club tomorrow," he reminded her. "See you there?" Y/N nodded.

"Sure. Goodnight Jimin,"

"Goodnight princess," Jimin gave one last smile before walking away, leaving Y/N with a stomach full of butterflies. She wish everyday is as beautiful as today.

The club was crowded, filled to the brim with young people dancing, grinding against each other and drinking well. Y/N finally found Taehyung and the rest of the boys in the VIP area after much difficulty, but as she approached them, she realized that Jimin and Jungkook is missing.

"Before you ask," Taehyung said, knowing exactly who Y/N is looking for and points towards the dance floor where the two man is dancing with some girls, showing off their dance move. Y/N felt her heart is about to burst when she sees the way Jimin stick himself to one of the girl's back, grinding his hips into her ass as one of her hand held around his neck, head leaning against his shoulder. Yesterday was wonderful, they had an amazing day together. Why is he doing this again? Does she really meant nothing to him? Nothing at all?

"You okay?" Taehyung asks, concerned. Y/N averted her gaze from Jimin and smile at her best friend.

"Yeah, yeah. I just need a drink," and drink she did. Glass after glass. Especially when Jimin brought the girl he was dancing with back to their booth, where she sat on his lap the whole time, face buried in his neck, kissing and biting him. Jimin only give Y/N a winked when he first saw her and continue to basked in the girl who is pratically dry humping him in the booth. While the other boys didnt mind them, most probably used to Jimin and his playboy ways, Y/N couldnt stop herself from looking at the two.

Why are you doing this Jimin? Arent I enough? And why are you torturing yourself Y/N? Look away. Look away!

Y/N finally gets up and tumbled to the dance floor, a little drunk, once Jimin starts to make out with the girl, not even a trace of shame or guilt on his face, and decides to find herself a man. Being drunk is a plus point as she starts to dance and grind against the men that showed interest in her. She turned her gaze to the booth and even in her drunken state, she can feel her heart burst and crack as she sees Jimin take the girl's hand and lead her to the exit, waving his members goodbye. A sure sign that he is taking the girl home. Taking her home and doing things that he should be doing with her.

Maybe its the jealousy. Maybe because she's hurt. Maybe because she's just drunk.

Maybe because she just love Jimin so much she's willing to self distruct.

Y/N turned back to the mam she's dancing with and whisper in his ear. "Take me home and fuck me tonight," And the man's smile stretched across his face as he leads her out and she gave a drunken wave goodbye to a worry Taehyung before willingly following him out.

Y/N wakes up the next day, naked, dirty, alone and feeling like shit. Her head is throbbing from a massive hangover and it hurts even more when she realizes she had slept with some stranger just out of spite. Just because Jimin hurts her. For the millionth time. And he doesnt even know. After a hot shower, a nice breakfast and a cup of coffee to help heal her hangover, Y/N wrapped herself in her blanket and waste the whole day away just watching TV, although she cant focus on anything she's currently watching.

Her thoughts are only on Jimin, Jimin, Jimin.

Did he slept with that girl last night? Did he stay the night? Did he cook her breakfast? Did he feel that she is better than her?

With her head filled with Jimin, unexpected tears finally rolling down her cheeks, Y/N fell asleep, only to be awaken by a knock on her door. Still in dazed and not fully awake, she opened it to find Park Jimin standing in front of her, smiling.

"Jimin?"

"Hey princess. Just coming to check on you. Tae said you were pretty drunk last night," he chuckles at her dazed expression. "Looks like it hits you hard,"

"Why do you care? Arent you busy last night?" She snapped.

"What's with you? I came because I'm your friend and I dont want you to be hangover alone," Jimin raised his eyebrows at Y/N's biting tone.

"Oh now you care?"

"What is that supposed to mean?"

"You didnt care much when that girl from last night was busy dry humping you in the club last night," Jimin sighed.

"Seriously Y/N? This again? Are you going to be like this whenever you see me with another girl?" Y/N didnt answer and turned away. How is she supposed to answer that without revealing her real feelings for him? Jimin pulled her hand, not satisfied with her silence, making the wide collar of her baggy tshirt slipped down her shoulder, exposing the many marks on her neck from her night with the stranger.

"Did you bring someone home last night?" Jimin questioned as he eyed the marks all over body, knowing immediately that those marks didnt belong to him. Y/N hastily pulled back the collar, covering herself up.

"Even if I did, why do you care?" Jimin gave out a sarcastic laugh.

"You were just a second ago giving me shit because I fucked another girl and yet you did just the same thing last night princess, and you ask me why I care?" he snarled, pulling her closer to him, his grip tight on her wrist.

"Do you think you are the only one who can satisfy me Jimin? Guess what, you arent," Y/N spat back. She and Jimin had never fought to this extend before. They never talked about their relationship or what they do with other people. Plus, Jimin has never put a claim on her, never been this possesive and it feels good. Jimin felt anger start to consumed him. He dont understand why, but he just didnt like it. The thought that somebody else has touched what used to be his. Knowing that somebody else has touched her in the ways he did.He steps closer to her, making her walk backwards and fall onto the couch. He crawls on top of her and held both of her wrist on top of her head as he nuzzle her neck.

"You think he can do it better than me princess? You think he can fuck you better than me?" Jimin's words are cold as he left his own marks over the ones already on her neck. "Tonight you are going to learn to whom you exactly belong to princess,"

/////

Y/N rolled to her side as she look at Jimin's back. Jimin had made love to her four times that night, proving to her to whom she really belongs to. She traces his soft hair with the pad of her fingertips and kiss the back of his neck. Jimin is so beautiful, she felt like crying. She wants him so bad. She wants him to want her. She wants him to love her, just as much as she loves him.

"I love you Park Jimin," she softly whispered as she heard Jimin's steady breathing, indicating that he is asleep. "I know I promise I wont fall in love with you, but I did. I did Jimin..." she nuzzled his neck. "Why wont you love me back Jimin, when I love you so much? What do I have to to make you love me?" She mumbled as she buried her face in his neck and tighten her arms around his waist.

Little did she know that Jimin is wide awake and heard every little thing that she said.

////^

Y/N didnt know what she did wrong. Every since that night it seems as if Jimin was avoiding her. He was fine the next morning. Eating breakfast together with her and went back to the dorm, but after that, there is no more calls or text from him. He didnt even join the boys whenever she went to hang out together with them. Even Taehyung cant answer her question as Jimin never said anything about it to anybody.

Feeling restless as it has been two weeks without hearing anything from Jimin, Y/N takes the drastic measure to just showed up at the dorm unannounced, surprising even Taehyung.

"Y/N? What are you doing here?"

"I'm here to see Jimin, Tae. I'm pretty sure he's avoiding me and it drives me crazy because I dont know why," she pulled at her hair. "He's home right?"

"Yeah he is. But I dont think you are going to like what you're going to see," Taehyung mumbled.

"What do you mean?" She asks, cocking her head as Taehyung open the door and let her in, only to be greeted with the sight of a girl leaving Jimin's room, in obvious last night's clothes. Make up smeared and hair messy, as Jimin stand by his door clad only in his boxers saying goodbye to the girl. Y/N patted her chest, trying to calm herself at the sight.

Calm down Y/N. You and Jimin are just friends. There is nothing between the two of you. You have no right over him. No matter how posessive he is over you the last night you were together. You are him and not in a relationship. Remember that.

"Y/N? What are you doing here?" Jimin only now realizing her presence that has been standing there like a statue. It hurts her to see how calm and composed he is eventhough he knows she saw what goes down between him and the girl just now.

"We need to talk. Can we do it in your room?"

"Yeah sure. Come on in," he motioned towarda his room and closes the door once they entered. He picked up his shirt and puts in on before turning to her. "So.. what's up?"

"What's up? That's what you are going to ask me?" She raised an eyebrow. "Why are you avoiding me Jimin? What did I do?"

"I'm not avoiding you,"

"Please Jimin, dont treat me like a fool. We both know you are avoiding me. I just dont know why," she plead. "Dont you think our friendship means something enough for you to at least tell me why?"

Jimin sighed and ran his hand through his hair, as if contemplating something that is extremely difficult for him. After choosing his words carefully, he opened his mouth.

"I heard what you said that night," his voice is barely above a whisper, but still, in the silence of the room, Y/N heard every single word, making her heart beats faster.

"What?"

"I heard you. That night. When you told me you love me,"

"Jimin, I-"

"You promised me Y/N. You promised me that you wont fall in love with me! Why do you have to ruin everything?"

Ruin everything?

The feeling of nervousness and being scared that she first felt turns into anger and hurt. Is her love really that unworthy? Is loving him means its ruining everything? How dare he!

"Yes, I love you Jimin! Why are you so afraid of it? Why are you so afraid of being loved that you have to go to the extend of avoiding me because of it?!" Y/N's question took him by surprised. He didnt expect her to actually ask him back, or to just admit it.

"I dont want to hurt you Y/N. I care about you. And you loving me is only going to end up with you being hurt!" Y/N closes her eyes as an effort to stop the tears that is prickling her eyes from rolling down. All this while she thought Jimin would at least have a little feeling for her. A tiny bit. But hearing what he's saying now, it just showed that he really doesnt love her at all.

"I know you felt it too Jimin. Maybe you dont love me like I love you, but you cant be this heartless! You cant be this cold. I know you! I can feel it in the way you touch me, smile at me, look at me! I know you felt something too Jimin, and that's why you are so afraid of it!" Y/N's chest heaved up and down from her heavy breathing after she finally lets out everything she's feeling. Jimin rubbed his temples.

"No. I dont fall in love Y/N. I never have and I never will. Not with anyone else and not with you!" He raised his voice, hoping Y/N would understand him. Why is she making things conplicated? "Everything you just said... its all in your head. What we have between us is just amazing sex and there's nothing more to it. You know that when you agreed to this. Dont trick yourself to think otherwise," he sighed. "I do care for you Y/N. You are my friend. But that's the extend to this relationship. You are my friend, and we have sex. That's it. So plesase, please Y/N. Dont try to have me. Dont expect too much from me. Please, dont do this," Jimin sat down on the edge of his bed. Y/N just stood there, whole body shaking as she tries to control herself from breaking down in front of the man she loves.

"I really like you Y/N. But I'm sorry, I cant love you. I want you to stay. I really want to ask you to stay by my side, but I cant do that if you love me," he said softly.

Tears that cant be contained any longer finally rolls down her cheeks. There is nothing left to say. There is nothing she could say.

"You are a selfish bastard Park Jimin," and she ran out.

/////

"What exactly is going on with you and Y/N, Chim?" Taehyung took a seat on Jimin's bed, a week after Y/N ran out from his room. Jimin groaned.

"Do we really have to do this Tae?"

"Yes. We do," Taehyung looked at his best friend. "I dont want to intrude Chim, but Y/N is my best friend and she's not talking to me. I just need to know what happen," Jimin kept quiet as he fiddled with the pen he's holding. There is no point in lying to Taehyung. He is his best friend and he knows him well. If Jimin didnt tell him now, Taehyung will still find out sooner or later. "Fine, if you dont want to talk then I will,"

"She fell in love with you didnt she?" Taehyung's words took Jimin by surprised.

"How do you know?"

"She's my best friend Chim. We have been friends for years. I already knew this would happen from the moment the two of you lay your eyes on each other. She's pure. She's the kind of girl that yearns for love," Taehyung shakes his head. "I already warned her multiple times about you to be honest, but she didnt listen,"

"That's the thing Tae. I warned her too..."

The two boys kept silent for a moment before Taehyung speaks up again.

"Do you really not feel anything for her? Is she really just another one of your girls?" Taehyung raised his head and questioned his friend. Its something that has been lingering too long in his head and he needs to know the truth now.

"I dont know Tae. I care about her and I like her. But I dont know if its enough to say I love her," Jimin takes a deep breath. "But one thing for sure, Y/N is not just another girl to me. She's special, but I dont know if I can give her what she wants Tae and if she stays with me, continue to love me, she will only end up getting hurt,"

"It sure sounds like she is more than just a friend to you Chim,"

"I dont know. I really dont know Tae. I hate it when another man touches her but I dont want her to belong to me either. I have never been in love Tae. I dont know what I'm feeling right now,"

"Well, you better figure it out fast Chim, because she has been rejecting this for a while now, but I think you really broke her heart this time that she finally agrees to the arranged marriage her family has been planning for her,"

"What?!"

/////

"Is it true?"

Y/N quickly pushed the door, hoping to slam it right in front of Jimin's face but he is quicker, and using his strength he pushed it back and enter the apartment.

"Answer me Y/N. Is it true? Are you getting married?"

"Why do you care Jimin?" Y/N finally opened her mouth and he heard how hoarse her voice is, as if she's been crying the past one week, which is most probably what she did. He finally took a step back and look at her. Y/N look tired and pale. Her eyes no longer sparkles, lifeless as it looks at him with dark circles all around it. Jimin felt his heart clenched but he still doesnt know what it means. Does it means that he loves her? Cares for her?

"Just answer me Y/N!"

"Yes! Yes! Is that what you come here to hear? That I will be getting married and be out of your way?" She yelled. "Well congratulations Jimin. Im getting married soon and you wont have to deal with me anymore!" Jimin step closer to her and held her hand.

"Y/N, that is not the reason why I asked you. That's not it at all,"

"Then what is it Jimin? What is it?!" She screamed as her tiny hands keeps on hitting his chest, tears rolling down her cheeks. "Stop doing this to me. Stop confusing me!" Jimin grabbed her hands and hug her tight, halting her movements.

"I'm sorry. I'm so so sorry Y/N," Jimin, not knowing what else to say to calm her down whisper as he buried his face in her hair, inhaling her scent. He kiss her hair and softly her forehead, then her wet eyelids and both of her cheeks. He wiped her tears with his thumb and keeps on giving butterfly kisses all over her face, all along repeating his chant of I'm sorry to her. Y/N raised her head and look at Jimin's face. He is so beautiful, she loves him so much that her heart hurt.

"Kiss me Jimin. Please just kiss me,"

Without saying anything, Jimin connect his lips to hers, pouring every feeling the two of them felt but is never able to say to each other into that one kiss, as Jimin slowly starts to carry her into her bedroom without breaking the kiss.

"Jimin," Y/N can only moaned his name as he rips of her blouse and start to kiss all over her body. Y/N heard the faint sound of his belt being taken out and finally felt the leather being wrapped around her wrist as Jimin hooked the ends to the bed's headboard, restricting her hand from moving.

"You have been bad to me Y/N. Agreeing to marry someone else, agreeing to let somebody else touch you. You are going to take your punishment like a good girl, okay princess?" Jimin smirked as Y/N can only moan as an answer, and he capture her lips with hers again.

Jimin rolled of her, sweating and panting as he reached up to finally released the leather from bounding her wrists, rubbing and kissing the redden marks on her hand softly with care.

"Are you okay?"

"Yes. I'm okay Jimin. Please just cuddle me," she looks at him with glazed eyes, voice soft and tired. Jimin hugged her, her naked back pressed to his equally naked chest as he hug her tight. "Please stay Jimin. Stay tonight. I dont want to be alone. Dont leave. Please dont leave me again,"

"I will stay princess. I promise I will. Just clkse your eyes and sleep, I will be here when you wake up," Jimin hushed her as he kissed her hair, as the two drifted off to sleep.

But Y/N woke up the next day in an empty apartment, no traces of Jimin left anywhere, making her heart break to its final pieces as she screamed and cried her eyes out.

/////

"You look beautiful sweetheart," her mother smile and kiss her hair before leaving her alone in the room. Y/N stare at her reflection. It shows a beautiful girl, dressed in her white wedding dress, hair and makeup perfectly done, with a bouquet of flowers in her hand.

Its her wedding day.

And she dont even recognized the girl in the mirror.

When Jimin left after promising that he would stay that night, Y/N's world shattered. Nothing matters to her anymore. She goes through life like a zombie, doing everything just for the sake of it. Now three weeks later and her wedding day is finally here. A day where every girl dream about, but Y/N only feels like dying.

"Y/N..." Y/N look through the mirror and saw Jimin standing there, smiling at her. She quickly turns around, afraid that she's only dreaming. But she wasnt. Jimin is really standing there. In front of her.

"Jimin,"

"You look beautiful. You are going to the most beautiful bride princess," Jimin smile but she can hear his voice shakes.

"Why are you here Jimin? Why are you doing this to me?" Tears are cascading now her cheeks again and she dont care. She doesnt care aboit anything anymore.

"I... I wanted to see you one last time. And to see myself how beautiful you would look on your wedding day," he smile as his eyes went to the floor before flicking up to her face again. "And I was right. You look beautiful. Ethereal even," Jimin smile and gave her a bow before turning around, ready to make his exit when her voice stopped him.

"Say it Jimin," her voice hoarsed and scratchy from all the crying. "Just this once, tell me you love me. Tell you love me and I'm yours. Tell me you love me and I will leave everything for you. I will give up everything to be with you," she whispered.

Jimin just stood there in front of her, tears rolling down both of his cheeks. Those three words that she so badly wanted to hear are at the tip of his tounge, just waiting to come out, but he cant. He cant do it. He dont even know what's stopping him, but he cant do it.

Park Jimin dont fall in love. And its going to stay that way.

"Please Jimin..." she's begging now, her tears are ruining her perfectly finished makeup. "Please dont do this. I know you felt it too. Please dont let me go. Please Jimin," she cries in desperation. Her heart ache so much that no words can explain the pain she's feeling. She feels like running, stomping off, throwing things, punching a wall, maybe even kill someone, anything at all to subside the pain in her heart. Jimin finally takes a deep breath and opened his eyes, walking slowly towards her. He reached out to carressed her cheeks and she leaned in into his touch that she had missed so much.

"I already told you Y/N. Lets not fall in love," his voice a soft whisper. "I already warned you, dont fall in love with me,"

"Ji...Jimin..."

"I'm not the kind of man to fall in love with anybody Y/N. Not anyone... not even you, someone who is special to me," by the time he finished his sentence Y/N felt like she would collapsed. She cant believe what she's hearing right now.

"You are lying," her voice shakes. "You are lying! You wouldnt be here if you didnt love me!"

"I'll be lying if I told you I love you Y/N," he tried to smirk, to make his words seems more truthful but it looks so staged, so forced in her eyes. He leaned in closer and with one last tear rolling down his cheeks he kissed her forehead. "I'm sorry. Forget about me and live happily with him,"

Y/N pulls his hand and with tears in her eyes asks him one last thing. With determination Jimin answered and walks away, not once looking back at Y/N who crumpled down on the floor, her beautiful white dress puffed up all around her, suffocating her in her tears.

Jimin walks quickly and exited the building and as he reached and close the door, his limped body slide down the wooden door, not even an ounce of energy left, his head in his hands as his body shakes from uncontrolled tears and unbearable sadness as he remembers his last words to her.

Y/N pulls his hand and with tears in her eyes asks him one last thing.

"Then just lie to me. Lie to me and tell me what I want to hear. Lie to me one last time Jimin,"

Jimin looks deep into her eyes and opened his mouth and whispered,

"I love you Y/N,"

With determination Jimin answered and walks away, not once looking back at Y/N who crumpled on the floor, her beautiful white dress puffed up all around her, suffocating her in her tears. Jimin felt his heart breaks into tinier pieces with every step he takes away from her, for to him, his last words to her is the furthest thing from a lie. It was the truest thing he could have ever told her.

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anyways commentary

who is this white bitch

idk anything about this movie other than a hot guy lives in the walls

why she touching their shit

this is weirdwhy does he want her spit gum

hes weird i do not like this white man

why would she laugh

u dumb bitch

if old rich people introduced me to a doll i would be like hi nice to meet you idc

this old people have no fyckinv sense of humor damn

but to be fair she has not taken a single thing theyve said seriously i wouldnt be laughing at her jokes either

she need to play him some queen or bowie tf is that

i already know the twist that the doll isnt possessed and theres a hot guy in the walls so

shes dumb as hell cause id be fucking terrified and follow those rules by the minute and believe the doll was possessed like damn you stupid bitch

oh she is so fucking stupid shes insane

how she in a mansion and then she gonna sleep on the couch with a bottle of wine and PEANUT BUTTER JELLY bye

just take care of the fucking doll oh my god you're getting paid to do it it's not that hard man

i am not rooting for her

GOAT????? that was weird

jumpscare

ok that one actually got me fr i physically jumped

i do not sympathize with or relate to this white girl

took intermission to talk about scream um anyways

knowing about the plot twist kind of kills the vibe

if brahms was stealing my jewelry and locks of my hair i would think it's romantic . its just his love language

that dress was ugly anyways he did you a favor

oh my god shes so stupid and irritating

ur gonna explore a dark place with an unknown person naked and barefoot

whatever man

that made my heart jump a lil ngl

hes just keeping u away from that irritating white man dw about it hes helping u

i missed the jumpscare bc harley keeps accidentally scratching me

is she gonna start to take care of him now

i dont like british people

brahms is my autistic boyfriend

the jumpscares in this one keep getting me this is the first movie on my list so far where the jumpscares have actually scared

just take care of the doll bitch

why is it so hard for you to do

SHES SO STUPID AND ANNOYING GODDDDD ALL OF THIS COULD HAVE BEEN AVOIDED IF SHE DRESSED THE FUCKING DOLL AND PLAYED HIM MUSIC BRO OH MY GOD i hate women

shes such an irritating character

tbf she can go out after putting him to bed does she just expect to stay in the house indefinitely

give her a sign bro

ur in the walls play along

how does he move so fast without her seeing

hes not gonna do it now cause he doesnt want the british guy to know

im glad he didn't make her look crazy and theyre just chill about it

it's not that deep he just chose you cause you were the first hot girl they hired

do not have sex with this man

an hour in and still no hot wall man

shes right he wont hurt her but he will fu

hes 8 how would he have smashed her skull

i hope brahms kills this guy

theres gonna be a jumpscare and its gonna take me out i know it

theres only 20 minutes left bro show me the hot guy already

why do people in horror movies never believe in the supernatural yall r dumb as hell

hhhhhhhholy shit ok

now jump out of the walls

YEAHHH GET HIS ASS

they shouldnt have put the mask on him i want. pretty man.

ooookay that is yeah he stabbed him

why did he have to be terrifying why couldnt he be normal to greta and british guy

idk im not rooting for the british guy when brahms is right there

stop knocking him out :( he is your friend

hes been living in the walls for 20 years and you think going into the walls is safe

im still rooting for brahms.

if a pretty boy was stalking me i would be grateful (j)

why would he kill malcolm though he didnt do anything

HHHHHHH HDH HEH EH HE HELL BE GOOD HELL BE GOOD OKAYYYYY

go back :( tf

i have seen gifs of them making out but there r only 10 minutes left and it doesnf seem like things r going that way so ehats the deal here

biting my lip rn

okay not..... okay. let me stay quiet.

i wish they had not edited the mask on him brrrrrrrr

oooooooawwww she fuckin stabbed him

he needs to learn to play nice damn

ugh 🙄 whatever they both should have died and brahms should have like kissed me

is he still alive

yasspilled

this movie was homophobic for doing brahms like that

watching the boy because um b because watching um watch bec because um im w watching the boy because im wa im be becau im watch im wa im b becau im because im

[ID: a photo of brahms heelshire /End ID]

[alien-earz]

about me

Fancy knowing anything about me?

1: Full name Kirstie Taylor King Turcotte

2: Age: 20

3: 3 Fears: deep water, creepy crawly bugs, pizza place doesnt deliver

4: 3 things I love: music, art, laughing

5: 4 turns on: if you funny, gentle, and can have deep conversations

6: 4 turns off: big ego, doesn’t show he cares, ugly shoes

7: My best friend: nobody wants to be close to me long enough

8: Sexual orientation: str8 

9: My best first date: ohhh maaannnn.... somewhere in a waterfall in a foreign country

10: How tall am I: 5′3

11: What do I miss: not having to adult

12: What time were I born: 7:30 am!

13: Favourite color: dreamy purples and green and blue and anything lovely

14: Do I have a crush: yeessssss!

15: Favourite quote: let it go, let it leave, let it happen. nothing in this world was promised or belonged to you anyway. all you own is yourself.

16: Favourite place: new zealand or anywhere with a beautiful sunset

17: Favourite food: all da food! but mostly hummus 

18: Do I use sarcasm: ....noooo :3

19: What am I listening to right now: bedroom-nostalgic feeling!

20: First thing I notice in new person: the beautiful smiles

21: Shoe size: 7 

22: Eye color: bluuuueee

23: Hair color: dirty blonde

24: Favourite style of clothing: dirty mop grungy just crawled out of a trashcan unique

25: Ever done a prank call?: pretty sure i wasted my adolescence prank calling people

27: Meaning behind my URL: i like to get high

28: Favourite movie: oh maaann! idek. the grinch probs. i know err word. 

29: Favourite song: i have a million favorite songs. but my favorite song at the moment is hodera-breathe easy because the guitar sounds so dreamy and beautiful

30: Favourite band: nevershoutnever is my guilty pleasure

31: How I feel right now: weird

32: Someone I love: everyone who ever made me feel loved

33: My current relationship status: d8ing

34: My relationship with my parents: terrible

35: Favourite holiday: halloweeny because i love being creepy 

36: Tattoos and piercing i have: i only have my belly button pierced but i have 8 tattoos and ive had a million piercings in my life time. 

37: Tattoos and piercing i want: i want to get my septum re pierced annnnndddd i want an avocado tattoo’d on my arm 

38: The reason I joined Tumblr: because it was cool af in grade 10

39: Do I and my last ex hate each other?: no way, we were friends for a long time before. 

40: Do I ever get “good morning” or “good night ” texts?: ermm... sometimes i guess

41: Have I ever kissed the last person you texted?: yep! 

42: When did I last hold hands?: yesterday in the car with my boyfriends mom cause i love her and she loves me and shes the best. 

43: How long does it take me to get ready in the morning?: 10 minutes at the most

44: Have You shaved your legs in the past three days?: loool no? its winter. 

45: Where am I right now?: at work :(

46: If I were drunk & can’t stand, who’s taking care of me?: probably my self or the cab driver. cabbies always pull thru. 

47: Do I like my music loud or at a reasonable level?: as loud as it can fuckin go

48: Do I live with my Mom and Dad?: no!!!! im a full time adult

49: Am I excited for anything?: summer time 

50: Do I have someone of the opposite sex I can tell everything to?: yesssssssssss, most of my greatest friends are boys

51: How often do I wear a fake smile?: mm  70% maybe. 

52: When was the last time I hugged someone?: yesterday when i was leaving my friends house. noice warm hugs

53: What if the last person I kissed was kissing someone else right in front of me?: i would be confuuused. 

54: Is there anyone I trust even though I should not?: no! i learned the hard way not to trust a distrusting person.

55: What is something I disliked about today?: that i had to get up at 8 and go to the bank to get money for my rent. and than pay my grumpy landlord. 

56: If I could meet anyone on this earth, who would it be?: Robert Plant

57: What do I think about most?: im mostly in dream land 99% of the time

58: What’s my strangest talent? i can spread all my toes apart and it looks like i have munky feet. its pretty bad ass. 

59: Do I have any strange phobias? i dont think being closter phobic is strange. but FUCK that. 

60: Do I prefer to be behind the camera or in front of it? both! i like to capture beauty and be apart of beauty. 

61: What was the last lie I told? i lied on my time sheet at work because i need the hours but i fucking hate working. 

62: Do I perfer talking on the phone or video chatting online? talking on the phone is nice, it keeps the mystery going. 

63: Do I believe in ghosts? How about aliens?: of course.

64: Do I believe in magic?: yes! i believe we all have abilities we cannot access, only some people get to that point. 

65: Do I believe in luck?: sure

66: What's the weather like right now?: sunny, windy. 

67: What was the last book I've read? celestine prophecy 

68: Do I like the smell of gasoline?: i would be dead if i did 

69: Do I have any nicknames?: kerby/kerbz

70: What was the worst injury I've ever had?: uhm my brother snapped my pinky in half. 

71: Do I spend money or save it?: both haha 

72: Can I touch my nose with a tounge? no :c

73: Is there anything pink in 10 feets from me? yes! my key chain.

74: Favourite animal? red panda

75: What was I doing last night at 12 AM? roasting my brain on social media 

76: What do I think is Satan’s last name is? love 

77: What’s a song that always makes me happy when I hear it? heaven must be missing an angel 

78: How can you win my heart?: be sweet and semi obsessed 

79: What would I want to be written on my tombstone? tried my best 

80: What is my favorite word? rutabaga 

81: My top 5 blogs on tumblr: i dont go on tumblr enough 

82: If the whole world were listening to me right now, what would I say? love everyone. every leaf. every ray of light. forgive. 

83: Do I have any relatives in jail?: nahhh 

84: I accidentally eat some radioactive vegetables. They were good, and what’s even cooler is that they endow me with the super-power of my choice! What is that power?: read peoples minds 

85: What would be a question I’d be afraid to tell the truth on? how do i feel honestly. 

86: What is my current desktop picture? a red panda.. hahah 

87: Had sex? i would be pretty sad if i was 20 and still a virgin. 

88: Bought condoms? yessssssss

89: Gotten pregnant? noooo! 

90: Failed a class? ha ha ha 

91: Kissed a boy? yup

92: Kissed a girl? yupppppp 

93: Have I ever kissed somebody in the rain? heh yes 

94: Had job? unfortunately 

95: Left the house without my wallet? all the time 

96: Bullied someone on the internet? ya i was a dick in highschool 

97: Had sex in public? how public? i had sex in a park at night. and in the forest. and in a car parked on the side of the road. idk how public that is. but. 

98: Played on a sports team? soccer! 

99: Smoked weed? everyday.

100: Did drugs? yea!

101: Smoked cigarettes? ive been ciggy free for awhile 

102: Drank alcohol? if i could calculate how much vodka i have drank in my life i could probably fill an olympic pool. js. 

103: Am I a vegetarian/vegan? vegetarian! 

104: Been overweight? not really. 

105: Been underweight? no

106: Been to a wedding? yess

107: Been on the computer for 5 hours straight? probably. 

108: Watched TV for 5 hours straight? when i was younger yeah 

109: Been outside my home country? multiple times!

110: Gotten my heart broken? i think my heart is in a constant broken stage now. 

111: Been to a professional sports game? yeah! 

112: Broken a bone? if my pinky counts than yes 

113: Cut myself? for a year i used to cut my self in highschool. 

114: Been to prom? i live in canada 

115: Been in airplane? yeaaaaaaa

116: Fly by helicopter? noooooo 

117: What concerts have I been to? too many 

118: Had a crush on someone of the same sex? mm no 

119: Learned another language? no! :’( 

120: Wore make up? sometimes 

121: Lost my virginity before I was 18? i was 15

122: Had oral sex? duhh 

123: Dyed my hair? not for 2 years

124: Voted in a presidential election? i voted in the prime minister election in canada last year. my dude won. of couuuurse because hes sick. 

125: Rode in an ambulance? yea when my brother shattered his head 

126: Had a surgery? yup!

127: Met someone famous? no 

128: Stalked someone on a social network? haaaahaha i have issues

129: Peed outside? ya gotta do what ya gotta do 

130: Been fishing? yes! i caught the biggest fishy at my bf’s cottage this summer. he was pretty impressed. 

131: Helped with charity? i dated a christian guy in highschool and his parents would take us to the mustard seed to hangout with the less fortunate and feed them :) it was really nice.

132: Been rejected by a crush? YEAA! its the worst. 

133: Broken a mirror? no thats bad luck

134: What do I want for birthday? a big hug and an awesome concert in seattle to happen. 

135: How many kids do I want and what will be their names? 2 kids. they will be boys. Atlas/Onyx. maybe Eli? 

136: Was I named after anyone? my dads highschool crush. 

137: Do I like my handwriting? yeah! ive got pretty nice writing id say

138: What was my favourite toy as a child? barbies/teddy bears

139: Favourite Tv Show? one tree hill 

140: Where do I want to live when older? somewhere peaceful, surrounded by nature 

141: Play any musical instrument? ukelele! 

142: One of my scars, how did I get it? my friend put a cigarette out on the back of my leg when i was passed out drunk. that was fun. 

143: Favourite pizza toping? pineapple!!

144: Am I afraid of the dark? if i watch a scary movie or have a scary dream. 

145: Am I afraid of heights? not really but sometimes when i look down it gives me butterflies 

146: Have I ever got caught sneaking out or doing anything bad? HAHA ya. my mom is smarter than i thought i guess. 

147: Have I ever tried my hardest and then gotten disappointed in the end? all the time. 

148: What I'm really bad at: expressing myself. 

149: What my greatest achievments are: moving out all on my own and paying all my bills on my own without any help. 

150: The meanest thing somebody has ever said to me: my first love told me to go kill myself and that i was spineless. 

151: What I'd do if I won in a lottery: pay my parents debt off and move them somewhere they always wanted to go. 

152: What do I like about myself: im funny i guess 

153: My closest Tumblr friend: jen 

154: Something I fantasise about: having my life be a dream pop music video