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Beautiful Thing | 08

Pairing: Yugyeom x Reader, Future GOT7 x Reader Genre: Fluff, Angst, Soulmate AU, Poly AU, Enemies to Lovers AU Rating: T (explicit language) Summary: Yugyeom finds himself at odds with BamBam when he tries to be kind and friendly to you. Word Count: 4.0k Warnings: None?

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Yugyeom felt like he was going to vomit. The butterflies in his stomach wouldn't settle down. His skin had been buzzing since he hugged you at the hotel. He'd tried to tell himself that he was just excited because the situation was new, something he'd never experienced before. However, in the back of his mind, he knew the truth. It was all about you. You were the anomaly.

The group filed onto the smaller private airplane, a courtesy given by the SeoulMate company given the unique situation. It was nicer than he'd expected and a bit more luxurious than the ones he'd traveled in before. Perfect for your first flight with them. With him. You brought up the rear, dragging your small carry-on bag behind you like a dead body. Your lips were curved in the cutest pout he'd ever seen and discontent rolled off you in waves. He slowed his pace until he got to your side.

"Would you like to sit beside me?" He gave you a shy smile. "I'm pretty sure Jackson's gonna sit with us."

BamBam overheard the question and turned around. "What? You usually sit with me."

'Oh...' Yugyeom's eyes widened, and he shrugged a shoulder. "If you can convince Jackson to sit elsewhere...It's her first flight and I wanna keep her company. It's just one time, bro." BamBam's eyes darted to you and narrowed before he turned back around, increasing his pace to disappear among the staff.

"Oh, great. The drama queen's mad at me, too." You sighed loudly and rolled your eyes. When you looked up at Yugyeom, the butterflies went nuts. "You don't have to sacrifice your bromance for me. I'll be just fine. It isn't like I didn't agree with this."

He patted the top of your head with a smile. "He'll get over it. I think a three-hour plane flight is a great time to get to know you. After all, you're a person, not an inconvenience."

Your breath caught for a second, and your mood visibly brightened at his words. "Thank you. It's nice to hear that after all the glares Jinyoung's throwing at me."

"No one's glaring," Jinyoung muttered as he squeezed by and settled into a window seat.

Yugyeom directed you to a window seat on the opposite side of the plane, but you shook your head. "No thanks. I don't need a visual reminder of the impossible physics of this death box."

"Can you please not call it that while I'm in it? Thanks." Mark interjected without looking up from his phone.

"What else should I call it?" You fired back.

"How about 'majestic vessel of life' or something? Anything but that."

"Oh okay. This 'fanciful fucking unicorn' then."

"Language!" Jaebeom called out from somewhere. Yugyeom couldn't help but notice how comfortable you were with bickering with them. Did you even notice it? Though he wished it interactions weren't negative, you fit right in.

"Oh, fuck off." You mumbled under your breath and dropped into the middle seat.

Yugyeom spotting Jackson making his way down the aisle, eyes set on you. He smiled and stood up. You whined as he practically smothered you as he pushed his way to the vacant window seat, crushing you into the seat before letting up. He couldn't help but smile as you blinked owlishly at Jackson as he busied himself with digging around in his bag. "I brought extra stuff in case you need anything." He dropped a water bottle into your hands and put a travel pillow around your neck.

"Jackson, wait—"

Yugyeom filled the seat next to you, looking around to see if the group had all found a seat with his hand out to Jackson. Without being asked, Jackson gave him a water bottle, too.

As usual, Jackson turned into a mother hen with his attention devoted solely to you. It was a refreshing change from being on the receiving end. "The bathroom's in the back, but I'll walk with you if you're uncomfortable walking on your own."

"I know I said this was my first flight, but really, you don't have to go through this much trouble."

He paused and looked you in the eyes. "It isn't any trouble. If anything, it's a pleasure." His face lit up with a wide grin. "I'm doing something useful for you, right? You don't mind, do you?"

Your shoulders drooped in defeat and Yugyeom bit back a chuckle. No one was immune to Jackson's charm. "Yes, this is fine. Thank you, Jackson." You smiled at him. "It means a lot that you care."

A Christmas tree would fail to compare to the light he gave off upon hearing your words. He meant well. Everyone knew that. It'd take patience and reassurance to break him out of his habit of seeking validation. Though they as a group had become accustomed to it, Yugyeom found himself hoping you'd stick around long enough to help them out.

It wasn't long before the pilot came on with his greeting and itinerary with the stewards and stewardesses shooing away electronics and making sure everyone was buckled in properly. Jackson gently took your hand and held it while they explained the standard emergency procedures. You didn't realize you were manhandling the armrest and gritting your teeth.

"It'll be okay. I promise," he whispered, raising your hand to his lips and pressing a soft kiss to your knuckles. Why hadn't Yugyeom thought to do that? "I won't let anything happen to you."

"You can't possibly keep a promise like that." You said flatly. Yugyeom's fingertips grazed your knee a few times before you realized he was itching to hold your other hand. Without thinking, you grabbed his hand and squeezed it when the plane shook and began edging forward down the runway.

"I can!" Jackson said indignantly. "I can swim—"

"We're not going over water." You and Yugyeom said in unison. A tingle sparked between your palms but you didn't show any signs of having felt it too.

"I've been skydiving—"

"You're afraid of heights." You and Yugyeom answered together. Yugyeom glanced at you but your eyes were on Jackson. Did you even hear him?

"Okay, but I'd die to protect you!"

"Jackson," you put your hand on his knee, "It's okay. You don't have to try so hard for me."

"But I want to." He spoke softly with a slight pout.

"Honestly, that you even want to is more than enough for me." It was just enough to cheer him up again. Yugyeom noticed Jaebeom watching, eyebrows creased with concern. When you continued to speak, Yugyeom turned back to you. "But make sure you care about yourself just as much, okay? I mean it."

Jackson nodded, cheeks flushing with color as he looked down at your clasped hands. "Okay."

Soon enough, the plane was in the air and Dallas became a cluster of dots on the ground. You visibly relaxed into your seat as Jackson rubbed the back of your hand with his thumb. Yugyeom wanted to do something like that, but he wasn't sure you'd allow it. You hadn't known him as long or as well as you did Jackson. The monitor in the seat in front of him flickered between advertisements and a thought struck him.

"Hey, we can watch a movie to pass the time." He nudged your shoulder with his. "What kind of movies do you like?"

You looked at him before your eyes went upward. "I'm not too picky, really. Though maybe we could save the scary stuff for later?" When your gaze returned to his, another tingle blossomed over his skin.

"I can work with that." He smiled before touching the screen. A few swipes later and logo music began to play.

The flight was relatively smooth, with only a few patches of turbulence along the way. You leaned against him the entire time, still holding Jackson's hand, eyes glued on the screen. At some point a stewardess came along with food and he found himself sharing popcorn with you. He thought of Jackson's time alone with you and realized that despite you both being surrounded by others, you were still in your own little bubble. Not quite as intimate as sharing a full meal, but basically a movie date. He'd told himself he'd just be friendly, make you feel as welcome as he could. Yet, he couldn't deny the sparks whenever your skin brushed against his. Couldn't stop his thoughts from embracing the idea of you being his soulmate. By the end of the movie, you were dozing off, using Yugyeom's shoulder as a makeshift pillow. He didn't mind one bit.

He entertained himself with sending memes to BamBam, ignoring the fact that he was left on read. He could understand his closest friend's annoyance but he had to admit he was having the time of his life. He'd beg for forgiveness later if needed. Right now, he wanted to enjoy the moment and commit it to memory. When you woke up from your nap, the plane was beginning its descent. You looked out the window and saw the glittering buildings below, signaling your arrival at your destination.

As the plane touched down and taxied to the gate, you and Jackson clasped hands tightly, your eyes closed as if that would make the descent any smoother. Yugyeom found himself humming a song and seized the moment to hold your other hand, mirroring Jackson's calming caress with his thumb. He was more than pleased with himself when you seemingly melted against his arm again, eyes still shut.

"Oh, god tell me when its over." You muttered and he liked that you sought him out for comfort.

As soon as the seatbelt sign turned off, everyone began standing up to gather their belongings from the overhead bins.

"See? We made it!" Jackson exclaimed with a triumphant grin as he unbuckled his seatbelt. You let out a sigh of relief and opened your eyes, returning his smile. "Yeah, we did. This time, at least."

Yugyeom leaned in and caught your gaze. "Are you okay?"

You nodded, feeling shaky but trying to hide it. "Yeah, I'm fine." You attempted to stand up and grab your bag from the overhead compartment but stumbled when the plane jerked suddenly.

"Whoa there," Jackson caught you before you could fall. "Maybe we should wait for everyone else to get off first."

You nodded gratefully and sat back down. BamBam shuffled off the plane with the others, pointedly ignoring Yugyeom. When the plane was finally empty, you stood up again and grabbed your bag without any problems this time.

Yugyeom nodded in agreement before looking at his phone. "Our luggage should be at baggage claim already."

"That's quick," you said as you followed them out of the plane and towards baggage claim. Soon enough, all three of you were standing in front of a carousel waiting for your luggage to come around.

When you spotted your suitcase and stepped away to grab it, Jackson leaned in and whispered, "Are you and Bam gonna be okay? I don't think I've ever seen him this pissed at you of all people."

Yugyeom shrugged. "He can't be mad forever. And I guess it's new for him. He's never had to share my attention with anyone like this before."

"Yeah, he can be pretty childish sometimes." Jackson nodded.

Yugyeom chuckled as you struggled to free your luggage from the moving belt. They both took a step forward to help you but Jaebeom made it to your side first. "He'll be okay. Just needs time to calm down. In the meantime," he tilted his head to the side, eyes still on you, "we can make sure she's having fun."

"Here, let me get that." Jaebeom reached over your shoulder, startling you in the process. As you moved aside for him, he caught a whiff of your perfume, something light and sweet. He grabbed the handle of your suitcase and yanked it off the belt.

"Thank you..." You frowned and it took him a second to realize why.

"Just call me Jay." He set the luggage down and pulled up the handle. The frown went away instantly. "I don't mind."

You fiddled with the suitcase, unable to look at him. "You sure? I don't want to disrespect you or anything in front of the others."

He shrugged and fought a smile as he slipped his hands in his pockets. "Its not like those brats care."

You smirked. "I know, I just...It's not the same is it? I'm not one of them. That and I don't wanna add to your stress if I can help it."

He found himself smiling, touched that you cared about his wellbeing. "As long as you're traveling with us, I'll treat you no differently from them." He gently bumped you with his elbow. "Just say no to Yugyeom and his stupid pranks."

"They're not stupid! As long as you have a sense of humor, they're fun!" Yugyeom pulled you away. "Don't listen to him. He's old and boring."

With a strike like lightning, Jaebeom grabbed the back of Yugyeom's neck and squeezed. "Say that again."

Soon enough everyone's baggage was found and loaded onto the shuttles going to the hotel. Due to the size of the group, they had to split up. Once again, Yugyeom and Jackson insisted on riding with you. Jaebeom caught the nasty look BamBam gave you and he was grateful that Jackson didn't see it. He didn't feel like mediating another argument so soon after the one between him and Jinyoung. The animosity was understandable to a degree. You were an outsider to most of them, and trust was a hard thing to earn in their world. However, since he'd shaken your hand he was beginning to see that Jackson had a point. People with bad intentions give off bad vibes. Ones that, as far as he could tell, you didn't have.

He told himself he'd reserve judgment until later when enough time had passed, but that handshake seemed to change something in him. Cool static had rippled throughout his body when your warm, dainty hand filled his. It'd taken every ounce of control he had to force himself to let go. Holding your hand felt right, as natural as breathing or singing.

And he could see he wasn't the only one affected. Even now you were sandwiched between Jackson and Yugyeom, discussing the things to do in Las Vegas with Jackson holding your hand and Yugyeom's arm around your shoulders. One would never guess you hadn't known them longer than a few days.

He was a romantic at heart. It was hard to say which side he took in this as he'd always imagined having a soulmate of his own. Someone meant just for him, one he didn't have to share with the others like he did everything else in his life. Was that selfish?

Thoughts like that wouldn't help him here and now. When the vans stopped outside their hotel, he remembered the brief phone call he'd had with JYP. Taejoon had predictably snitched on him, stressing that the decision to bring you along was Jaebeom's doing. As a result, any expenses that you occurred were coming out of Jaebeom's pocket. He was lucky he made a decent amount of money from royalties otherwise he'd have trouble booking and paying for your room. The need to keep it a secret from the guys wasn't entirely unfounded. He could see Jinyoung throwing a hissy fit and possibly making you feel like you needed to pitch in. For the sake of peace, it'd be his little secret.

"Here you go," he smiled handing you the key cards to your suite. "It's on the floor below us. Hopefully we won't bother you."

"Thanks—" Your fingers touched his and that soothing ripple of calmness washed over him again. "Don't worry. I've dealt with way worse than this chaos. It's almost like a mini vacation at this point."

Jackson materialized at your side, peering over your shoulder. "Is it a double? Can I room with you if it's a double?"

Jaebeom pushed him away with a hand covering his face. "Don't be eager or weird. She gets a room to herself. She'll be able to sleep in and go down to breakfast."

Jackson pushed his hand away. "But what if she gets lonely? We can't leave her here by herself."

You rubbed his arm with a look of concern Jaebeom was sure couldn't be copied by even the best actresses in the world. "I don't mind. I can't begin to imagine how busy you guys will be. I'd only slow you down and I don't wanna hear Jinyoung's mouth."

Jinyoung scoffed as he pushed by, heading for the elevators. "Wouldn't have to worry about it if you weren't here."

Three things happened simultaneously. Jackson opened his mouth to fire back as Jaebeom turned to tell Jinyoung to be nice. Yet, you beat them both to the punch by speaking up with a forced smile. "Jackson, would you like to see what my room looks like? You can walk me through the hotel room check you were telling me about on the plane."

Your sweet smile and gentle pull on Jackson's arm sucked the tension away in an instant. Jackson turned his attention back to you, eyes alight with his eagerness. "Of course!"

It was weird to have someone else be the voice of peace. The two of you started toward the elevators and Yugyeom joined, pointing at a brochure he'd picked up. BamBam and Mark joined Jinyoung leaving you three to wait for another one to come back down. Jaebeom adjusted his backpack and joined the queue. He hated that what was supposed to be a simple promotion with fanmeets was slowly dividing the group in two. Hopefully, once it was all said and done, their personal relationships would still be intact.

After an intense game of rock-paper-scissors, Jaebeom and Jackson ended up sharing a room for the duration of their stay. It was the first time since they landed in America that they'd had this much time together. Jackson wanted to sneak down to your room to stay up and talk but Jaebeom wasn't having it.

"Absolutely not."

Jackson flopped down on his bed with a disappointed frown. "Come on, Jaebeom. It's just a little fun. Besides, it's not like I'm asking to sneak out of the hotel."

Jaebeom sat on the edge of his bed, phone in hand as he scrolled through the schedule for the next few days. He sighed without looking up. "It's not about having fun, Jackson. We need to be careful about how we handle things with her here."

"But she isn't like other people we've met. She's different," Jackson insisted, his voice laced with a sincerity that made Jaebeom pause. There was something different about you, something that made everyone act a bit out of character.

"Different or not," Jaebeom finally said, locking his phone and meeting Jackson's gaze. "We have to maintain some professionalism. We can't set precedents that we might regret later."

Jackson rolled onto his side, propping his head up with his hand. "You like her, don't you?"

The question was abrupt, and Jaebeom felt a defensive wall go up instinctively. "What does that have to do with anything?"

"Everything," Jackson shot back softly. "Because if you have feelings for her—even purely platonic ones—then it makes sense why you're being extra cautious. You care."

Jaebeom rubbed his temples, feeling the onset of a headache. "I just met her, Jackson."

"Love at first sight is a thing, y'know. There's nothing wrong with trusting your gut and just going with it."

He sighed deeply, hating that he had to be the one to burst Jackson's bubble. "You say that a lot don't you? Throw yourself all in for anyone who catches your eye and shows you the tiniest bit of attention and care just for, what, it all to fall apart? Love at first sight seems to leave you alone and heartbroken too often, doesn't it?"

Jackson went silent, the easy smile fading from his face as Jaebeom's words settled over him like a heavy blanket. For a moment, the room was thick with unspoken thoughts and regrets, punctuated only by the distant hum of Las Vegas beyond their window.

Finally, Jackson let out a deep breath and sat up, swinging his legs off the bed to face Jaebeom more directly. "Maybe you're right," he admitted quietly, "but every time it feels real, feels like it could be the thing that changes everything. Isn't it worth the risk?"

Jaebeom didn't answer immediately. He knew Jackson's heart was in the right place. It always was. But as their leader, it was his job to think about the consequences, to protect not just his own heart but also those of his bandmates—and now, seemingly, yours.

"Perhaps," he finally conceded, "but remember we have our responsibilities. We're here for work first." He glanced up at Jackson, noting the genuine confusion in his eyes. "Let's try to keep things simple and not complicate matters further."

Jackson nodded slowly, though his disappointment was palpable. He lay back down, staring at the ceiling. "Alright, Jaebeom. I'll keep my distance. For now."

Jaebeom felt a twinge of guilt watching Jackson's enthusiasm dim—a brightness that was rare in the often grueling routine of their industry—but he knew boundaries were essential, especially with so much at stake professionally.

Was it bad that Yugyeom wasn’t as bothered by the tears as he used to be? Now that they’d been given dummy devices to wear to keep up the ruse of “searching” he thought he’d feel even worse about lying to their fans. They truly believed they had a chance with pairing with a member of the group. It was wrong, immoral.

Yet when he filed backstage with the others, he couldn’t help but smiling when he saw you tucked away in a corner with a notebook in your lap. As everyone began to change and found a stylist, he found himself wandering over to you.

“Hey there.” He plopped down in the chair next to you and you jumped.

“Oh, jeez!” You put the hand holding the pen over your heart. After a quick glance around the room your gaze found his. “It’s over already?”

Was it bad that Yugyeom wasn't as bothered by the tears as he used to be? Now that they'd been given dummy devices to wear to keep up the ruse of "searching" he thought he'd feel even worse about lying to their fans. They truly believed they had a chance to pair with a member of the group. It was wrong, immoral.

Yet when he filed backstage with the others, he couldn't help but smile when he saw you tucked away in a corner with a notebook in your lap. As everyone began to change and found a stylist, he found himself wandering over to you.

"Hey there." He plopped down in the chair next to you and you jumped.

"Oh, jeez!" You put the hand holding the pen over your heart. After a quick glance around the room, your gaze found his. "It's over already?"

"It's been two hours. Have you been writing this entire time?" He leaned closer to see your notepad but you quickly hid it against your chest. "Oh, come on. It can't be that bad. May I see, please?"

You hesitated, biting your lip as you considered his request, then slowly lowered the notebook. "Only because it's you," you said with a half-smile, handing it over. "Tell no one that I let you do this."

Yugyeom's eyes lit up as he gently took the notebook from your hands. His gaze flicked across your neatly scribbled words, a mixture of excitement and curious respect etching across his features. As he read, his expression softened, and occasionally, a chuckle escaped him.

"Is this about my dandelion tattoo?"

You shrugged shyly. "I noticed it when we were on the plane. I couldn't stop thinking about it so...I put it in words."

"This is really pretty." Yugyeom said sincerely, looking up at you with admiration. "The way you describe it makes me even happier that I got it. And this part," he pointed to a line in the middle of the page, "where you talk about how music can be a person's dandelion—it's beautiful."

Flattered by his compliments, he watched as your cheeks deepened in color as you fought the smile. "Thank you, Yugyeom. That means a lot coming from you."

He nodded and handed back the notebook. "You should keep writing. Who knows? Maybe one day you'll write a song for us."

The idea made you laugh softly, the sound mingling with the constant buzz of activity around you. "Oh sure. Maybe I will," you agreed playfully.

Yugyeom stood up just as one of the staff members called him over. Before he left, he turned to face you again. "Don't forget us when you become a famous writer," he joked with a wink.

"I won't," you promised, watching him walk away before turning back to your poetry.

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𝘏𝘰𝘯𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘭𝘺，𝘐 𝘤𝘢𝘯'𝘵 𝘴𝘦𝘦 𝘔𝘢𝘳𝘬 𝘣𝘦𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘺 𝘣𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦𝘥 𝘣𝘺 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴．𝘏𝘦 𝘮𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘸𝘢𝘭𝘬 𝘱𝘢𝘴𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘢𝘪𝘴𝘭𝘦 𝘵𝘸𝘰 𝘰𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘳𝘦𝘦 𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘦𝘴 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵'𝘴 𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘣𝘦𝘤𝘢𝘶𝘴𝘦 𝘩𝘦 𝘥𝘰𝘦𝘴𝘯'𝘵 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘵 𝘵𝘰 𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘬 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘢 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘱𝘭𝘦𝘵𝘦 𝘪𝘥𝘪𝘰𝘵 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘨𝘰𝘥 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸𝘴 𝘩𝘰𝘸 𝘭𝘰𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘳𝘺𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘰 𝘥𝘦𝘤𝘪𝘱𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘸𝘩𝘪𝘤𝘩 𝘣𝘰𝘹 𝘺𝘰𝘶'𝘥 𝘮𝘰𝘴𝘵 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦𝘭𝘺 𝘱𝘪𝘤𝘬. 𝘏𝘦'𝘥 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘧𝘶𝘮𝘣𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘱𝘩𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘵𝘳𝘺𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘰 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘬 𝘣𝘢𝘤𝘬 𝘵𝘰 𝘸𝘩𝘪𝘤𝘩 𝘣𝘰𝘹 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘱𝘪𝘤𝘬𝘦𝘥 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘭𝘢𝘴𝘵 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘣𝘰𝘵𝘩 𝘸𝘦𝘯𝘵 𝘴𝘩𝘰𝘱𝘱𝘪𝘯𝘨．𝘖𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘱𝘦𝘰𝘱𝘭𝘦 𝘱𝘢𝘴𝘴𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘣𝘺 𝘸𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘢𝘵 𝘩𝘪𝘮 𝘪𝘯 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘧𝘶𝘴𝘪𝘰𝘯 𝘸𝘰𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘪𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘺 𝘴𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘩𝘦𝘭𝘱 𝘰𝘳 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘣𝘺 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘺 𝘩𝘦'𝘴 𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘭𝘢𝘻𝘦𝘳𝘴 𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘰 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘧𝘦𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘦 𝘱𝘳𝘰𝘥𝘶𝘤𝘵𝘴 𝘭𝘰𝘭． 𝘐𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘦𝘯𝘥，𝘩𝘦’𝘭𝘭 𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘩𝘰𝘱𝘦 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘣𝘦𝘴𝘵 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘱𝘪𝘤𝘬 𝘶𝘱 𝘵𝘩𝘳𝘦𝘦 𝘥𝘪𝘧𝘧𝘦𝘳𝘦𝘯𝘵 𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘥𝘴 (𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘵𝘰 𝘣𝘦 𝘴𝘢𝘧𝘦).

↳ 𝙅𝙖𝙚𝙗𝙪𝙢

𝘓𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘔𝘢𝘳𝘬， 𝘩𝘦’𝘴 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘺 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘣𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦𝘥．𝘏𝘦’𝘥 𝘣𝘦 𝘰𝘯 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘸𝘢𝘺 𝘵𝘰 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘴𝘦 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘴𝘦𝘯𝘥 𝘩𝘪𝘮 𝘢 𝘮𝘦𝘴𝘴𝘢𝘨𝘦 𝘢𝘴𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘩𝘪𝘮 𝘪𝘧 𝘩𝘦 𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘱𝘪𝘤𝘬 𝘶𝘱 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦 𝘵𝘢𝘮𝘱𝘰𝘯𝘴 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘺𝘰𝘶，𝘴𝘰 𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥𝘯'𝘵 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘺 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘬 𝘵𝘰𝘰 𝘮𝘶𝘤𝘩 𝘢𝘣𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘪𝘵． 𝘛𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘪𝘴 𝘶𝘯𝘵𝘪𝘭 𝘩𝘦'𝘴 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘪𝘯 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘯𝘵 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘣𝘳𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵𝘭𝘺 𝘤𝘰𝘭𝘰𝘶𝘳𝘦𝘥 𝘥𝘪𝘴𝘱𝘭𝘢𝘺 𝘰𝘧 𝘸𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘴𝘦𝘦𝘮𝘴 𝘵𝘰 𝘣𝘦 𝘯𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘧𝘦𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘦 𝘱𝘳𝘰𝘥𝘶𝘤𝘵𝘴， 𝘦𝘮𝘣𝘢𝘳𝘢𝘴𝘴𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘵 𝘴𝘭𝘰𝘸𝘭𝘺 𝘤𝘳𝘦𝘦𝘱𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘪𝘯．𝘉𝘶𝘵 𝘩𝘦'𝘥 𝘴𝘶𝘤𝘬 𝘪𝘵 𝘶𝘱 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘬 “𝑤𝑒𝑙𝑙，𝑤𝑜𝑚𝑒𝑛 ℎ𝑎𝑣𝑒 𝑡𝑜 𝑔𝑜 𝑡ℎ𝑟𝑜𝑢𝑔ℎ 𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑠 𝑒𝑣𝑒��𝑦 𝑚𝑜𝑛𝑡ℎ 𝑠𝑜 𝑖𝑓 𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑦 𝑐𝑎𝑛 𝑑𝑜 𝑖𝑡 𝑠𝑜 𝑐𝑎𝑛 ��“ 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵'𝘴 𝘨𝘰𝘰𝘥 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘥𝘰𝘦𝘴𝘯'𝘵 𝘢𝘯𝘴𝘸𝘦𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘲𝘶𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯 𝘰𝘧 𝘸𝘩𝘪𝘤𝘩 𝘣𝘰𝘹 𝘵𝘰 𝘨𝘦𝘵．𝘚𝘰 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘴𝘰𝘭𝘶𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯 𝘵𝘰 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘸𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘣𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘴𝘦𝘯𝘥 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘢 𝘵𝘦𝘹𝘵 𝘢𝘴𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘺𝘰𝘶， 𝘸𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘨𝘰 𝘸𝘳𝘰𝘯𝘨？

⇥ 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘤𝘬 𝘰𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯?

⇤ 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘦 𝘢𝘨𝘢𝘪𝘯?

⇥ 𝘵𝘢𝘮𝘱𝘰𝘯𝘴

⇥ 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘤𝘬 𝘰𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯?

⇥ 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘸𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘴 𝘰𝘳 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘵?

⇤ ??

↳ 𝙅𝙖𝙘𝙠𝙨𝙤𝙣

𝘠𝘰𝘶 𝘣𝘦𝘴𝘵 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸 𝘩𝘦 𝘩𝘢𝘴 𝘢 𝘵𝘳𝘢𝘤𝘬𝘦𝘳 𝘰𝘯 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘱𝘩𝘰𝘯𝘦， 𝘮𝘰𝘴𝘵𝘭𝘺 𝘵𝘰 𝘢𝘷𝘰𝘪𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘢𝘯𝘨𝘦𝘳 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘸𝘢𝘺 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘢𝘭𝘴𝘰 𝘣𝘦𝘤𝘢𝘶𝘴𝘦 𝘩𝘦 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘴 𝘺𝘰𝘶．𝘏𝘦 𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘣𝘦 𝘢𝘯𝘺𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦 （𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘵𝘶𝘥𝘪𝘰， 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘴𝘦， 𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘧𝘪𝘯𝘥𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘣𝘭𝘦 𝘦𝘵𝘤）𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘢𝘴 𝘴𝘰𝘰𝘯 𝘢𝘴 𝘩𝘦 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘱𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘰𝘳 𝘢 𝘥𝘪𝘳𝘦𝘤𝘵 𝘮𝘦𝘴𝘴𝘢𝘨𝘦 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘮 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘵𝘰 𝘩𝘪𝘮？𝘩𝘦'𝘴 𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘥𝘰𝘰𝘳 𝘪𝘯 𝘴𝘦𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘥𝘴．𝘈𝘯𝘥 𝘩𝘦 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸𝘴 𝘸𝘩𝘪𝘤𝘩 𝘣𝘰𝘹 𝘵𝘰 𝘱𝘪𝘤𝘬 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘸𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘣𝘳𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘱𝘳𝘦𝘧𝘦𝘳 𝘤𝘢𝘶𝘴𝘦 𝘣𝘣𝘺 𝘪𝘴 𝘣𝘰𝘺𝘧𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘯𝘥 𝘮𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘪𝘢𝘭 𝘢𝘭𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩 𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘣𝘰𝘹 𝘪𝘯 𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘢𝘵 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦 𝘱𝘳𝘰𝘥𝘶𝘤𝘵𝘴 𝘰𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘩𝘦𝘭𝘷𝘦𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘩𝘦'𝘴 𝘯𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘴𝘦𝘦𝘯 𝘣𝘦𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘦 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘸𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘧𝘶𝘤𝘬 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘴𝘵𝘳𝘶𝘢𝘭 𝘤𝘶𝘱𝘴 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘥𝘪𝘴𝘤𝘴？𝘳𝘦𝘶𝘴𝘢𝘣𝘭𝘦 𝘱𝘢𝘥𝘴 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘢 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨？“𝑌／𝑛 𝑤𝑖𝑙𝑙 𝑘𝑛𝑜𝑤“ 𝘩𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘬𝘴 𝘢𝘴 𝘮𝘢𝘬𝘦𝘴 𝘴𝘶𝘳𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘨𝘳𝘢𝘣 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦 𝘤𝘩𝘰𝘤𝘰𝘭𝘢𝘵𝘦 𝘰𝘯 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘸𝘢𝘺 𝘵𝘰 𝘳𝘦𝘨𝘪𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘴．

↳ 𝙅𝙞𝙣𝙮𝙤𝙪𝙣𝙜

𝘏𝘦’𝘥 𝘪𝘯𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘯𝘵𝘭𝘺 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘧𝘭𝘢𝘴𝘩𝘣𝘢𝘤𝘬𝘴 𝘰𝘧 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘩𝘦 𝘩𝘢𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘥𝘰 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘵𝘸𝘰 𝘴𝘪𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘴．𝘉𝘰𝘺 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘺 𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘥𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘴𝘦 𝘵𝘳𝘪𝘱𝘴 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘩𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘸𝘳𝘰𝘯𝘨，𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘵𝘰𝘳𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘵 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘶𝘦𝘴．𝘏𝘦’𝘥 𝘴𝘵𝘳𝘪𝘥𝘦 𝘶𝘱 𝘵𝘰 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘢𝘪𝘴𝘭𝘦 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘨𝘳𝘢𝘱 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘧𝘪𝘳𝘴𝘵 𝘣𝘰𝘹 𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘦𝘦𝘴 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘥 𝘵𝘢𝘮𝘱𝘵𝘰𝘯𝘴 𝘰𝘯 𝘪𝘵 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘣𝘰𝘰𝘬 𝘪𝘵 𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦，𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘢 𝘴𝘵𝘳𝘢𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵／𝘣𝘭𝘢𝘯𝘬 𝘧𝘢𝘤𝘦．𝘉𝘶𝘵 𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘳𝘦𝘮𝘦𝘮𝘣𝘦𝘳𝘴 𝘵𝘰 𝘣𝘶𝘺 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘱𝘢𝘪𝘯𝘬𝘪𝘭𝘭𝘦𝘳𝘴，𝘤𝘩𝘰𝘤𝘰𝘭𝘢𝘵𝘦 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘪𝘤𝘦 𝘤𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘮 𝘣𝘦𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘦 𝘱𝘢𝘺𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘬𝘦𝘢𝘷𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘵𝘰𝘳𝘦 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘥 𝘥𝘰𝘸𝘯．

↳ 𝙔𝙤𝙪𝙣𝙜𝙟𝙖𝙚

*𝘫𝘶𝘥𝘨𝘦𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘢𝘭 𝘴𝘤𝘰𝘧𝘧* 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘺 𝘥𝘰𝘶𝘣𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘮𝘢𝘯？𝘏𝘦'𝘥 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘴𝘱𝘢𝘳𝘦𝘴 𝘢𝘵 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝙤𝙬𝙣 𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘴𝘦 𝘯𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘵𝘰𝘳𝘦．𝘏𝘦 𝘩𝘢𝘴 𝘢 𝘥𝘳𝘢𝘸 𝘪𝘯 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘣𝘢𝘵𝘩𝘳𝘰𝘰𝘮 𝘥𝘦𝘥𝘪𝘤𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘦𝘹𝘢𝘤𝘵 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘯𝘵 𝘰𝘤𝘤𝘶𝘳𝘴 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘤𝘬𝘦𝘥 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘵𝘢𝘮𝘱𝘰𝘯𝘴，𝘱𝘢𝘥𝘴 （𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘪𝘯 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘧𝘢𝘷𝘰𝘶𝘳𝘪𝘵𝘦 𝘣𝘳𝘢𝘯𝘥），𝘢𝘯 𝘢𝘳𝘳𝘢𝘺 𝘰𝘧 𝘥𝘪𝘧𝘧𝘦𝘳𝘦𝘯𝘵 𝘵𝘺𝘱𝘦𝘴 𝘰𝘧 𝘱𝘢𝘪𝘯𝘬𝘪𝘭𝘭𝘦𝘳𝘴，𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘵 𝘱𝘢𝘥，𝘤𝘰𝘭𝘥 𝘱𝘢𝘤𝘬．𝘏𝘦 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘯 𝘩𝘢𝘴 𝘢 𝘤𝘶𝘱𝘣𝘰𝘢𝘳𝘥 𝘪𝘯 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘬𝘪𝘵𝘤𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘥𝘦𝘥𝘪𝘤𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘢𝘴 𝘸𝘦𝘭𝘭 𝘧𝘪𝘭𝘭𝘦𝘥 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘧𝘢𝘷𝘰𝘶𝘳𝘪𝘵𝘦 𝘤𝘩𝘰𝘤𝘰𝘭𝘢𝘵𝘦，𝘣𝘰𝘵𝘵𝘭𝘦𝘥 𝘥𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘬𝘴， 𝘵𝘦𝘢，𝘶𝘯𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘭𝘵𝘩𝘺 （𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘢𝘭𝘴𝘰 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘭𝘵𝘩𝘺）𝘴𝘯𝘢𝘤𝘬𝘴．𝘠𝘰𝘶 ��𝘢𝘮𝘦 𝘪𝘵，𝘩𝘦 𝘢𝘭𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘺 𝘩𝘢𝘴 𝘪𝘵．𝘚𝘰 𝘪𝘧 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘴𝘶𝘳𝘱𝘳𝘪𝘴𝘦 𝘩𝘪𝘮 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘢 𝘵𝘦𝘹𝘵 𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘥𝘢𝘺 𝘢𝘯𝘯𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘤𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶'𝘷𝘦 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘳𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘪𝘰𝘥，𝘩𝘦’𝘴 𝘢𝘭𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘺 𝘢𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘥𝘰𝘰𝘳 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘢 𝘣𝘢𝘨 𝘰𝘧 𝘱𝘳𝘰𝘥𝘶𝘤𝘵𝘴 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘴𝘯𝘢𝘤𝘬𝘴，𝘰𝘧𝘧𝘦𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘰 𝘮𝘢𝘬𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘧𝘰𝘰𝘥 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘩𝘰𝘵 𝘥𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘬 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘸𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘩𝘰𝘰𝘥𝘪𝘦 𝘩𝘦 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸𝘴 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘴𝘰 𝘮𝘶𝘤𝘩 （𝘨𝘰𝘵𝘵𝘢 𝘬𝘦𝘦𝘱 𝘪𝘵 𝘸𝘢𝘳𝘮 𝘺𝘬）．

↳ 𝘽𝙖𝙢𝙗𝙖𝙢

𝘏𝘦'𝘥 𝘱𝘶𝘧𝘧 𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘤𝘩𝘦𝘴𝘵 𝘪𝘯 𝘱𝘳𝘪𝘥𝘦 𝘴𝘪𝘮𝘱𝘭𝘺 𝘣𝘦𝘤𝘢𝘶𝘴𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶'𝘳𝘦 𝘢𝘴𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝙝𝙞𝙢，𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘣𝘰𝘺𝘧𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘯𝘥，𝘵𝘰 𝘩𝘦𝘭𝘱 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘺𝘰𝘶'𝘳𝘦 𝘪𝘯 𝘯𝘦𝘦𝘥．𝘏𝘦'𝘥 𝘸𝘢𝘭𝘬 𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘰 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘵𝘰𝘳𝘦 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘢 𝘣𝘪𝘨 𝘨𝘳𝘪𝘯 𝘶𝘯𝘵𝘪𝘭 𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘴 𝘪𝘯 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘯𝘵 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘩𝘦𝘭𝘷𝘦𝘴 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘨𝘰 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘮 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦．𝘞𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘪𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘯𝘦𝘦𝘥 𝘢𝘨𝘢𝘪𝘯？𝘱𝘢𝘥𝘴 𝘳𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵？𝘯𝘰，𝘵𝘢𝘮𝘱𝘰𝘯𝘴．𝘯𝘰－．𝘠𝘦𝘢𝘩 𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘶𝘥𝘥𝘦𝘯 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘯𝘵𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯 𝘰𝘧 𝘱𝘳𝘰𝘥𝘶𝘤𝘵𝘴 𝘩𝘦'𝘥 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘱𝘭𝘦𝘵𝘦𝘭𝘺 𝘣𝘭𝘢𝘯𝘬 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘨𝘦𝘵 𝘸𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘪𝘵 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘯𝘦𝘦𝘥𝘦𝘥．𝘚𝘰 𝘩𝘦 𝘨𝘦𝘵𝘴 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘰𝘧 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘺𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨，𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘮𝘦𝘳𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘳 𝘳𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵？𝘈𝘮𝘥 𝘰𝘧 𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘳𝘴𝘦 𝘩𝘦'𝘥 𝘯𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘨𝘦𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘤𝘩𝘰𝘤𝘰𝘭𝘢𝘵𝘦 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘴𝘯𝘢𝘤𝘬𝘴 𝘰𝘯 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘸𝘢𝘺 𝘰𝘶𝘵！（𝘩𝘦 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘺 𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘩𝘦 𝘥𝘪𝘥 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨）

↳ 𝙔𝙪𝙜𝙮𝙚𝙤𝙢

𝘓𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘔𝘢𝘳𝘬，𝘩𝘦'𝘥 𝘸𝘢𝘭𝘬 𝘱𝘢𝘴𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘢𝘪𝘴𝘭𝘦 𝘢𝘵 𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘳𝘦𝘦 𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘦𝘴 𝘱𝘶𝘳𝘦𝘭𝘺 𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘰𝘧 𝘦𝘮𝘣𝘢𝘳𝘳𝘢𝘴𝘴𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘵．𝘏𝘦’𝘥 𝘢𝘭𝘴𝘰 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘭𝘪𝘴𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘩𝘦 𝘩𝘢𝘴 𝘯𝘰 𝘪𝘥𝘦𝘢 𝘸𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘵𝘢𝘮𝘱𝘰𝘯𝘴 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘸𝘩𝘪𝘤𝘩 𝘰𝘯𝘦𝘴 𝘵𝘰 𝘨𝘦𝘵， 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘭𝘪𝘴𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘩𝘰𝘸 𝘮𝘢𝘯𝘺 𝘰𝘱𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦'𝘥 𝘣𝘦 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥𝘯'𝘵 𝘢𝘴𝘬 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘩𝘦𝘭𝘱 𝘰𝘩 𝘯𝘰 𝘯𝘰．𝘏𝘦’𝘥 𝘵𝘳𝘺 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘣𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘱𝘰𝘯𝘴𝘪𝘣𝘭𝘦 𝘣𝘰𝘺𝘧𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘯𝘥 𝘩𝘦 𝘪𝘴 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘱𝘪𝘤𝘬 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘣𝘰𝘹 𝘩𝘦'𝘭𝘭 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘬 𝘺𝘰𝘶'𝘥 𝘱𝘳𝘦𝘧𝘦𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘮𝘰𝘴𝘵 𝘰𝘯𝘭𝘺 𝘵𝘰 𝘭𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘪𝘯 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘯𝘵 𝘰𝘧 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘧𝘶𝘴𝘦𝘥 𝘧𝘢𝘤𝘦 𝘧𝘰𝘭𝘭𝘰𝘸𝘦𝘥 𝘣𝘺 “𝑌𝑢𝑔𝑖 𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑠𝑒 𝑎𝑟𝑒 𝑝𝑎𝑑𝑠？𝑑𝑖𝑑𝑛'𝑡 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑑 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑏𝑜𝑥?“ 𝘱𝘰𝘰𝘳 𝘣𝘰𝘺 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘺 𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘩𝘦 𝘥𝘪𝘥 𝘨𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦．

— 𝘚𝘩𝘪𝘳𝘰 𝘹𝘰

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verytalented · 2 years ago

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What would Got7 do pt.1

1 2 3 4 A/N: This is part one of this request If you would like to request anything here is my Master List, and Ask List

Request - "What is something that would make them fall in love with their S/O first? (e.g personality trait, body feature)" from Anon

JB - I think Jayb would fall in love with you being out going. He’s the type of guy that can be Intimidating and shy at the same time. So he would like a his S/O to be outgoing and nice.

Mark- Mark is such sweet boy and he would most definitely like you for the way you talk. For example, You are talking to someone on the phone with a demanding tone and he would get turned on by it. Yugyeom- He is definitely a boob guy. He doesn’t care if you have small boobs or big. He like to lay down with you with his face on your chest as you confront him.

BamBam- BamBam would fall in love with your style/the way you dress. Bambam he is really obsessed with his style and the way people look around him. And bambam is a very clean person and he likes to look presentable.

Jackson- I feel like Jackson would like his S/o would be very shy or either very clam and collected. Jackson, he can be very energetic or sometimes he just needs someone to bring him back down to earth.

Youngjae- He would most definitely fall in love with the way your laugh. He likes to make you smile. He also would like both of you to laugh together most of the time. (live laugh love type energy)

Jinyoung-I feel like Jinyoung would like you because of your attitude. He likes it when you are self-assured about things. And he likes it when you know what you want.

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cherryeol04 · 1 year ago

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I Hate Decorating

➻ Pairings: Mark x Jaebeom

➻ Genre: romance, fluff, domestic relationship

➻ Additional: N/A

➻ Word Count: 1K

➻ Warnings: N/A

➻ Author’s notes: This story is cross posted on multiple sites under the same username!

Jaebum had been dreading this day since October hit. Even though there were two Holidays before it, Christmas items were already being put out on display already. And his boyfriend, Mark, was an avid Christmas fanatic. Christmas songs began to play in the house in November. Shopping began in October and of course, the decorations had to be up the day after Thanksgiving. Okay. Well the day after the day after Thanksgiving because the day after Thanksgiving was super, mega shopping day and Jaebum refused to go shopping anymore after nearly dying the first time around.

“Babe!!”

“No.” Jaebum grumbled as he looked up from his phone, eyes landing on Mark as the other male dragged out the newly purchased boxes of inflatables and statuettes of lighted creatures.

“Oh come on, Grinch. Give me a hand.”

Jaebum sighed as he stared intently at Mark. He lowered his phone and started clapping, which didn't amuse Mark as much as it was amusing himself.

“Jaebum, help me decorate.”

“Mark, it's not even December.” Jaebum commented.

“Exactly and our neighbors already have their lights up. We need to do the same!” Mark huffed, a pout gracing his beautiful lips.

“Americans…” Jaebum grumbled and Mark grunted. Walking over, Mark took a seat on Jaebum's lap and crossed his arms as he stared at him.

“Hey now, you agreed to move with me to LA. Don't even complain about us “Americans”. You're gonna be a citizen soon too.” he grinned. Jaebum groaned and wrapped his arms around Mark's waist and held him close.

“Yeah, I agreed. But you go a little excessive when it comes to decorating.”

“But you love me.” Mark pointed out cutely, voice taking on a higher pitch. Jaebum groaned and rolled his eyes as he lowered his head to rest on Mark's shoulder.

“Alright. Fine, let's go put up the decorations.”

Mark grinned and clapped his hands happily before throwing them around Jaebum's neck. “Thanks, love.” he said and smiled. He leaned in and kissed Jaebum's cheek. He slipped off of Jaebum's lap and made his way back to the boxes he had been carrying and picked them back up and started walking towards the front door.

Jaebum gave a deep sigh as he watched his boyfriend leave out the door and wondered to himself exactly why he just couldn’t say no. But he supposed it was because the other was just an amazing man in general. Everything he had ever wanted in a partner. Jaebum honestly considered himself lucky that he was able to snag such a beautiful and pure-hearted man to call his own. Getting up from the chair, he moved to the door, ready to meet his maker.

~*~

“Jaebum!”

Jaebum clung tightly to the edge of the roof, lights dangling from his body. Mark’s hand wound around his wrist, gripping tightly and for a moment Jaebum thought maybe he wouldn’t actually die. Granted, their house was only one story, so maybe if he fell he wouldn’t actually die and just break something. But still, the fear was real. His heart was racing as Mark started pulling and he did his best to help push himself back up as well. Thought it was difficult since one arm was tied to his side by the lights.

Between the two of them, they managed to pull him up and over the side, both laying on their sides. They hadn’t exerted that much energy, but they were panting as they had just run a country mile. Jaebum looked to Mark, whose eyes were still wide with fear, his cheeks flushed red. “This is why I don’t want to decorate,” he spoke after a moment of silence between them. A large smile spread over Mark’s lips and he laughed.

“It’s not my fault you’re an absolutely clutz.” he teased. “Are you okay?” he finally asked, trying to calm himself from his laughter.

“I’m just peachy,” Jaebum grumbled and groaned. “Mark unwrap me!”

Mark snickered as he leaned over and started unwrapping the lights from Jaebum’s body. “I have to admit, I kind of like you like this, all tied up. Like your my Christmas present.” he teased.

“You know, sometimes I wonder about your mind and where it goes.” he commented. He was more than happy when Mark finally removed the lights from his upper body, and he was able to finally sit up on his own.

“It goes on a lovely trip and brings me back such amazing commentary when it returns.” Mark chuckled and Jaebum could only roll his eyes. He couldn’t deny that. The things that Mark would say were sometimes very questionable, but funny or suited for the situation. Mark had his own style of living and commenting on life and that was one of the things that had intrigued Jaebum about the other when they first got together.

“You’re so silly.” Jaebum smiled.

“That’s why you love me.” Mark said, pausing in his work to stare at into Jaebum’s eyes. “Right?”

“Mmm, well it’s not the only reason I love you. But definitely one of the reasons.” Jaebum said as he leaned forward slightly.

“What are the other reasons?” Mark asked, smiling ever so slightly at Jaebum.

“There are too many to list. We don’t have all day, we need to finish getting the decorations up.” Jaebum said. “But trust me when I say, there are so many reasons why I love you and nothing will ever change my thoughts on that.” he said. Closing the gap between them, Jaebum pressed his lips against Mark’s in a chaste kiss. Mark hummed against the lips, leaning into the kiss for a moment before pulling back.

“Alright. Let’s get back to work and this time, try not to kill yourself. I know you hate decorating but that doesn’t mean you can just throw yourself off the roof.” he teased and Jaebum rolled his eyes.

“Yeah yeah yeah. I’m just saying, I’m not taking this all down in January.” he said and Mark pouted.

“But Bummie.”

“No! Not finish the lights!” Jaebum said and tossed one of the evil strands at Mark, who caught it with a laugh.

“Love you too babe.” he winked and blew a kiss at Jaebum, the other just shaking his head and moving to continue to hang the lights on his side of the roof. Decorating was something he really hated, but he would suffer through it for Mark. Because he loved Mark, and he would do anything for the other, just to see him smile.

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Buried Truths [Chapter 3]

Summery: A Jackson Wang party. Normally you wouldn’t touch it with a ten foot pole. Tonight though, you were going to help your best friend, Youngjae, confess to his long term crush. He would be leaving the party tonight with a date. You didn’t expect to be forced to spend time with people you never wanted to see again. Oh, how many secrets would be revealed tonight?

Pairing: Youngjae x Jaeboem, Acesexual!Reader x Jinyoung (somewhat?)

Rating: 17+

Series warnings: gore, mildly toxic actions

Word Count: 6.7k

Genre: Supernatural AU, horror, angst, alcohol

A/N: Whoot! This has been my first finished series in a while! I am so thankful to have been able to write it and post it so close together. I hope to have more series and fics up soon (other than AFBTTYA) but also AFBTTYA is my top priority atm and this series took me roughly a year to make. It twas so fun to make though!

A/N2: Thank you so so much to @ssaboala for reading this fic over for me! Her comments and assurance helped me so much!

Chapter 2 < Masterlist

You must’ve played with her for a long while but you don't fully remember. In fact, the next thing you remembered was two people struggling to carry you down the stairs, exhaustion seeping from every pore of your body. You felt like a rag doll limply lolling around as they moved. Pain was simmering in every part of your body and your ankle hurt 100x more than before.

“Hyung. I understand that you don’t want to break anything… but we need to fucking go. She was�� I don’t know. She was saying some strange stuff. Scary stuff. I-” Bambam was one of the people carrying you. He panted as he spoke, struggling to talk and carry you at the same time.

You should get up…

“I don’t think it is a concussion. I think it was ghosts! She’s possessed. Saying ‘Appa says I can’t leave’ and other scary nonsensical shit.”

Yugyeom was the other person carrying you.

Jinyoung, nor Youngjae, nor Jackson came to help you.

You should get up…

“That sounds like we need to worry about head trauma… We need to go.” Jinyoung said, worry evident in his voice… he still cares about you.

“Permission to break a window now?” Mark asked.

Jackson sighed, “Fine… but let's do one in the kitchen where I can try to claim it was robbers or some shit.”

You imagine they set out for that, the sound of glass shattering and people continuing to move… but you didn’t lift your head or open your eyes or anything.

You should get up…

You were lifted up and set on a hard surface.

You should get up…

All the sudden, searing pain roared through your body as if someone had lit your nerves on fire, forcing a scream out of you from the sheer pain of it all. You thrashed around, trying by any means to rid yourself of the pain. With a loud THUMP, you fell on to the floor, sparking another wave of searing pain emanating from your arm. No one could contain you as the scream tore up your vocal chords and the shattered glass ripped your skin open.

The house was screaming too, shaking some pain off of itself as well. A loud crash came from the main space you were currently as the cabinets rattled angrily.

People were screaming in fear or pain or anger or something, you couldn’t tell, your ears ringing and mind fuzzy. By the time your body had calmed down again, you were laying on the uneven ground of the main space again. The chair you were sitting in earlier was shattered along with the railing leading up to the second floor.

Jinyoung was looking at your leg, a worried expression on his face as he examined something. Others were sitting around you, panting and staring worriedly.

“Will she be ok, hyung?” Bambam asked, wincing as he took a look at your leg.

You groaned and tried to sit up, only for Youngjae to stop you with a shake of his head, “You’ll be ok, Y/n-ah but please rest a bit more until we know how to get out of here. You’re hurt enough as it is.”

Confusion swelled in you at that. Sure, you were sore but hurt? Maybe it made sense with how much pain you were in. You nodded and looked around before speaking, “What happened? What’s wrong with me?”

“Well… I think it’s safe to assume you have a concussion and possibly a broken elbow.” Jinyoung started and sighed, “And I think you have a burn on your ankle… but I am really struggling to believe what I am seeing.”

Your heartbeat picked up as he spoke. What the hell happened?

“It looks like a handprint, noona.” Bambam whispered, his voice shaky and uncertain. You sat up suddenly at that, much to Youngjae’s protest, your world spinning as you did. Holy shit. Jinyoung was probably right about the concussion.

After a solid two minutes of waiting for the spinning to stop, you were met with a glaring red and puffy handprint staring at you… What the fuck?

A scream welled up in you as you stared at it but no words came out. You needed to leave asap. Holy shit. Holy shit. This… this wasn’t natural… this wasn’t normal. This wasn’t… this couldn’t be real.

The angry handprint stole your breath and taunted you, begging you to try to explain whatever the hell happened. You couldn’t though and as you slowly looked around the room, you knew no one else could. They were all as scared as you, maybe more. Somehow, it seemed as if those you’d been closest with still cared for you too… They didn’t need to know you were scared or in pain. This was a reassurance that you could give them.

Stealing all the energy you could, you sighed and shook your head, “It is odd. Luckily, I feel fine,” to further sell the lie, you reached out and touched the irritated skin which throbbed in time with the rest of your body under your touch, “My ankle isn’t even in pain anymore. I promise that I’m fine and this worry won’t help with getting us out so,” You stood up suddenly, sighing and shaking your shoulders as if you were warming up while you waited for your world to stop spinning.

“I don’t trust your promises.” Jinyoung said, eyeing your ankle from where he was sitting on the ground.

His words cut you like a knife, salt being added to the wound as Jackson and Youngjae scoffed and came closer to help support you… which despite your verbal protests, you were thankful for their support.

“I for one am wanting to believe Y/n-ssi.” Mark cut in his hair tasseled and a small scrape on his face showed that whatever happened earlier had tried to get him too, “I don’t know if you all noticed but whatever the fuck happened a little while ago wasn’t natural. I don’t want to stick around for it any longer. You most definitely need medical attention, Y/n-ssi, but if you think you’re fine for us to start trying to leave, I will believe you. Get me out of here.”

You looked around at others, Yugyeom looking up at you from where he was laying in the fetal position, his eyes red and wide with hope. Bambam was watching you from a distance, his arms crossed defensively.

“You k-know what’s happening? A ghost! We are i-in a haunted hou-house! I-” Yugyeom stopped talking suddenly, his quick breaths overpowering his ability to speak. Soon enough, he started hyperventilating and crying, his body shaking violently.

Pushing through your swirling vision, you went over to him and sat down, talking quietly to him to try to ground him, not even daring to touch Yugyeom. You’d seen enough panic attacks… you had enough panic attacks to know that touching him could have bad effects and by now, he had to ride the wave of his panic attack. At some point while you were trying to comfort Yugyeom, some of the others left the room. Whether it was to give him space or to look for an exit, you didn’t know and didn’t care. The less people, the better.

After maybe ten minutes of Yugyeom riding out his panic attack, he seemed to finally calm down some. His eyes were red and glassy and there was snot running down his face like dog slobber but he was breathing calmer and had even taken a moment to readjust himself to lean into you for comfort. By this point, you were alone with him. Jackson and Jinyoung had left to join the others at some point while you comforted Yugyeom.

“Thank you.” He croaked out at one point, wiping his snot onto his shirt sleeve as he sat up and looked at you.

“Of course. I know how horrible they can be.”

Yugyeom nodded, “Do you have them often?”

“Not any more but I used to have them a few times a day. It was brutal and debilitating.”

“I can imagine. I don’t like this at all.” He said, readjusting his position to be leaning in your lap, “What changed?”

“Leaving the stressful environment I was in… and a lot of therapy.” You laughed at that, “Go once a week and it helps me so much.”

“Yeah. I am in therapy now… Probably will need to work through today too.” Yugyeom laughed quietly and took a deep sigh.

“Possibly.”

“I hope my therapist believes in ghosts and doesn’t think this is some sort of drugged up dream.”

You nodded, “I think my therapist would more quickly believe I had a super realistic stress nightmare than that ghosts trapped us in an abandoned house.”

The two of you shared a look and laughed, a small and warm silence hugging you as you shared this intimate moment. Somehow, the house didn’t feel nearly as scary in that moment, the warped shadows weren’t as sharp and daunting and the pain that bound your body felt much lighter. It felt nice to crack jokes about this warped situation and therapy. So often you found yourself struggling to make jokes and somehow Yugyeom was bringing them out naturally. It was a nice change.

“You know… I don’t think anyone is really mad at you and Jackson hyung hiding being siblings. More so shocked… maybe a little upset but I think they’ll get over it.”

You stared at him in surprise at the sudden topic change. This wasn’t what you expected to talk about after he had a panic attack… Maybe about the possibility of ghosts or if he was feeling better… but not *this*.

Nodding slowly, you spoke, “Ok… How about we find everyone else? I think both of us want to leave ASAP.”

Slowly, you and Yugyeom got up and walked into the kitchen in hopes of finding the others. Despite the possibility of them answering, neither of you called out to others, the silence that was blanketing the house felt like it shouldn’t be broken… Although maybe that was because you and Yugyeom were too tired to walk and speak out. Maybe that was you projecting on him though.

This was the first time you’ve been around Yugyeom so maybe he was used to panic attacks or was able to bounce back and it was only you who struggled so much after them.

“You’ve calmed down! Glad to see. How are you feeling?” You jumped as someone behind you asked.

Jinyoung.

“I am feeling better,” Yugyeom turned to you and bowed, “Thank you so much Y/n-ssi for helping out.”

Flustered, you nodded soundlessly. Yugyeom was quite the character you were learning. He seemed cool though and you found yourself feeling a little sad that you weren’t friends with him or most of the others in this group. After tonight, they’d all stay a friend group tied closer together from this experience, but you’d be Youngjae’s best friend and Jackson’s little sister that had a blind date with Jinyoung…

Jinyoung.

You looked over at him, more guilt pooling in your stomach. The date went well. Wonderful even. You just so happened to also realize you were aromantic during it… and instead of responding to his excited texts after that night, you simply ghosted him. Through that, he was still being so kind and caring to you tonight and hadn’t even told anyone about all the bull shit you’ve done to him.

“Are you ok, Y/n-ssi?” Jinyoung asked, interrupting your guilt spiral.

“Oh. I am fine. Where is everyone?”

“We’re in the study talking through a plan.”

You nodded, following Yugyeom as he started walking towards the study but before you could leave the room, Jinyoung’s hand was out in front of you. His face was pleading as he looked at Yugyeom walking away and you felt that talking with him for a little was the least you could do for him after everything he’s done for you. Quickly, Yugyeom disappeared from earshot and Jinyoung finally turned to look at you.

“How are you doing?” He asked, his eyes scanned you worriedly and it felt like they were looking deep into your soul.

“I’m doing… I want to leave this place and get medical attention.”

He nodded, “I take it that you are feeling quite a lot of pain?”

You nodded, “Physically… and mentally. I… I didn’t expect to see you again.”

Were you really going to have this conversation right now?

Maybe now wasn’t the right time… but so much has happened tonight… might as well add another thing to the list.

Jinyoung looked shocked at his comment, his brows knitting together tightly as he crossed his arms defensively, “I didn’t expect to see you again ever again either. What you did was pretty shitty, you know?”

Nodding, you looked away, “I know. It was super unfair to you. I am sorry.”

“Why’d you do it?” He looked hurt as he asked, “Did I do something wrong? I kept trying to figure out what happened but I wouldn’t think of anything… I had a lot of fun on our date.”

You sighed, “I did too. But our date made me realize something and I didn’t know how to share… I just kind of ran and it was super shitty of me. I’m sorry.”

“So you’ve said. What did you realize?”

Fuck.

Of course he’d ask… and he deserved to know… even if you struggled to tell Youngjae and hadn’t told anyone else since. He was a good person and deserved to know.

Closing your eyes, you stole your confidence to speak again, “That I’m aromantic and asexual. It wasn’t you specifically so please don’t take it as our date was so bad or something… I’ve been on a few dates and didn’t feel attraction and I had so much fun with you but still struggled so much to feel any romantic attraction and then, like, after two weeks of struggling to do or say anything I realized that I might be aroace and by then I hadn’t responded to your message in, like, five days and it became harder and harder to--”

Jinyoung’s hand on your arm stopped you, your eyes flying open with shock only to be met with kind misty eyes and a big smile, “Thank you for telling me. It must’ve been hard to say. I am sorry if I put any stress on you tonight by being here.”

“I-- What?” You stared up at him, not fully processing what he had said.

He… was thanking you and apologizing?

Why?

You were the one who needed to apologize.

“Fuck. Why do you have to be so kind?!” You whined when your brain fully processed what he’d said.

Jinyoung laughed at that and pulled you into a soft hug, “Have you told many others?”

“Only you and Youngjae… and you’ve not really caused me any stress today, Jinyoung-ssi. You’ve been nothing but kind and any stress I’ve had was caused by my own stupidity to not--”

“Coming out is hard. Sure I would’ve loved a message but I understand why you didn’t…” He trailed off, worrying his lower lip as he thought over what to say next, “Could we be friends after tonight?”

You smiled at that. Jinyoung was such an amazing person, holy shit.

“I’d love that. Thank you for not being upset.”

“Of course. Now, let’s get back to the group. I don’t want them to worry about us.”

Nodding, you followed Jinyoung as he made his way to the study, a musty windowless room full of empty and rotting shelfs. Some people had lit their flashlights and set them throughout the space as they talked quietly.

“I really think it’s bullshit that there’s a ghost here. That earthquake was a coincidence. Let’s try the window again.” Jaeboem said, running his hand through his hair worriedly as he looked around the room.

Mark nodded in agreement.

You butt in as you slowly sat down, focusing on your words as your world spun violently, “I mean… I think it could be. I don’t think any of you touched my ankle tonight and yet I have a large ass handprint on it where I swear I felt something grab and pull me down the stairs.”

“I am sure there’s an explanation for that though. Maybe some odd clothes made the mark or you hit it against something.” Mark said, shaking his head.

Yugyeom scoffed at that, "I find that highly unlikely. Besides, Y/n-ssi was saying some strange stuff when she was upstairs. Stuff about her father not liking guests in the house. I kind of thought that was some of her homelife slipping out but we’ve met her father before and he’s so kind and doesn’t care about that stuff.”

Your body went cold at Yugyeom’s comment. You barely remembered making it up the stairs… what had you done up there even?

What else did you say?

Why didn’t you remember any of it?

Jackson nodded at that, “He’s the kindest extrovert I’ve met! Always pushed for her to bring more people over. He’s glad she lives in a dorm now since that gets her out and social more.”

You winced at that, the icy cold feeling gripping you growing as you glanced over at Bambam and Youngjae to catch them looking at you as well… They didn’t seem to be sharing your little secret which is good.

“You also mentioned something about the basement, noona… something about--”

*MEEEEOOOOOOOOW*

You all looked up to see the same ewok-esque cat as earlier. The same cat that led you to this house and that you followed in. It looked you in the eyes and blinked slowly before turning around and walking away slowly.

Calmness washed over you as you watched it walk and you felt the need to follow it. You didn’t move though and nor did anyone else, everyone seemed frozen as the cat let out another loud *meow* and walked back in. It rubbed against your body, its warmth seeping into you for a second before the cold air hit you again as it stepped away and looked at you expectantly.

Slowly, you stood up, your eyes glued on the cat as your world vinyetted and head grew fuzzy. It took everything in you to stay standing and then some because when your world came back to you and your brain cleared, Youngjae was holding onto you tightly as you leaned into him. When you looked up at him, he nodded and squeezed you closer to him for a split second before letting go.

“We should follow them. I think it has something to show us.”

No one said anything, all seemingly too stunned to counter as they slowly got up. The cat walked away, its primordial pouch swaying back and forth as it sauntered away and towards the basement door.

Were you really going to follow some random cat to try to get out of this house?

Seems like it.

Stealing all the confidence you could, you followed the cat as it entered the basement landing. The room felt colder than it had when you were in it earlier tonight and the shadows seemed even more dangerous and scary. You pulled out your phone and turned on your flashlight, thankful that there was still plenty of charge that you could rely on… if only you had cellular service. A dark and overwhelming presence seemed to push down on you at that thought. Suddenly, it didn’t feel likely that the lack of cellular wasn’t due to whatever was in this house.

You didn’t want to go into the basement anymore. Panic rose in your throat as something was telling you that it’d be dangerous to go into the basement. This was a bad idea… a really bad idea… You looked back at the others, pain shooting up your neck as you did. They looked tired and scared, and following a cat into the basement is a very… unreal thing to do but they also looked hopeful… You had to do this for them.

“Do you want help down the stairs, Y/n-ssi?” Mark asked, walking closer to you.

You nodded. You didn't have the strength to say something as he linked arms with you, the two of you continuing to lead the way into the basement. The stairs felt rickety and unsafe, your legs almost giving out repeatedly as you traversed them.

“Are you feeling ok?” Mark asked quietly as you two neared the basement floor.

“I am doing. Thank you for your help.” You said, somehow finding a small smile growing on your face at his considerateness.

He nodded, sighing in relief as the two of you made it to the basement floor. Despite being on more solid ground, he didn’t unlink your arms or move away from you, instead looking around the space cautiously as if he was seeing the basement in a different light now. It did look quite different though. The shadows felt harsher, like they might reach out to grab you if you got too close.

You turned around and watched as everyone made it down the stairs, thankful that everyone was still together. Sighing lightly, you turned around to try to look for the cat again. It led you down here, it better not leave you now. The air seemed electric with tension as you looked around, your eyes straining to see any glow of light that may be the cat’s eyes.

BANG!

Darkness washed over you like a heavy blanket. Someone screamed, though you had no idea who, and as you looked around, you tried to find anyone and anything other than Mark in the thick darkness. You couldn't see anything. After some movement, the basement lit up once again and you saw everyone looking around scared.

Jinyoung had turned on his flashlight and Youngjae was comforting Bambam, who was huddled on the floor shaking.

“What the fuck happened?” Mark asked, looking around the room as if he could find answers there.

“A draft?” Jaeboem responded, seemingly unsure of what he was even suggesting.

“I don't think so... It's not been too windy out, and the front door is closed so the draft had to have come from wind inside… which isn't too plausible.” Jackson said with a shake of his head, turning on his own flashlight and walking around a little.

Still no cat to be found.

Tentatively, you called out for the cat, hoping that it would reveal himself and guide you all a little more. You waited, clinging on to Mark as you looked around, others starting to move around and explore the basement.

Bambam crouched down and picked up the same tiny wooden car that you’d seen earlier, “Noona! Look! It flew far!”

Nodding, you held your breath as he watched everyone else explore. Something felt like it was breathing down the back of your neck, putting you on edge as you looked around space for that tiny car. It was resting by some dusty curtains, hung in an awkward place along the wall. Part of you wanted to tell everyone to stay away from that spot. Who knew what was behind the curtains, waiting to jump out and attack you or your friends.

“This place really is so creepy.” Jaeboem said, doodling in some dust on top of boxes, “ no wonder this place has been abandoned and ignored for so long. I wouldn't want to be here either.”

“I don't think it really matters why this place was abandoned! We're trapped in here! We'd fin--”

Before Yugyeom could continue, the house shook, knocking you and Mark off your feet and into the painful embrace of the concrete basement floor. Youngjae clung to Jaeboem and Bambam and for a second your world went black, fully consumed by someone's angry screaming. The scream pierced your skull, sending fireworks of pain ricocheting throughout your brain.

You screamed back, begging for the voice to stop and the pain to stop.

Your lungs gave out before the scream stopped, but eventually it did, leaving you in the silence of your ringing ears. Slowly you got back up with Mark’s help and looked around at the others, everyone looked as shell shocked as you felt.

“Are you ok, Yugyeom-ssi?” You asked, looking over at the poor man who looked like he was about to cry again.

He shook his head and took a deep breath, not saying more. You wanted to sit with him and help calm him down but as you looked around, you knew that the others here needed your help too. Luckily, it seemed that Jackson caught onto what you were thinking as walked over to Yugyeom and started quietly coaching him through stuff.

If it wasn’t clear already, you needed to leave.

ASAP.

As Jackson and Yugyeom talked quietly, you started to look around boxes and crevices to see if there was any hidden door. It was a small space though and you struggled to see anything that may look like a way out.

“I feel like the cat didn’t help.” Yuongjae said with a sigh, shaking his head when you stopped looking around.

Jaeboem nodded, sitting down dejectly on a pile of dusty books.

“Should we try to get back out from the first floor?” Bambam asked, to which Jinyoung nodded. You listened with baited breath and festering worry as the steps creaked under Jinyoung’s weight, screaming as he walked up. The door jiggled. It didn’t open.

*CREEEAAAAAK*

The steps seemed to creak louder than before as he came down, your nerves growing with each creak they made.

Your adrenaline spiked as Jinyoung screamed, wood splintering as he crashed to the ground behind the stairs with a heavy *THUD*.

Bambam and you rushed over (well you limped over), Youngjae and Jaeboem following behind slightly slower. They helped sit Jinyoung up, as you looked him over, trying to see if there were any obvious injuries you could help him with.

“Are you ok, Oppa? Does anything hurt?” You asked as you checked his body.

Jinyoung hummed, closing his eyes as he moved different body parts around, “I think I landed on my shoulder? It hurts like hell.”

“Can you lift your arm up some?” Youngjae asked.

Jinyoung could barely lift his arm to be parallel with his shoulder, his arm shaking as he tried. You winced as you watched him struggle, eventually lowering his arm for him gently.

“I think I am going to need a doctor.” He sighed, getting up slowly, “For now though, let’s try to get out.”

Bambam nodded and opened his mouth to say something.

“G-Guys!” Jackson was yelling, an anxious nerve running through his voice, “The cat is back.”

You all quickly rushed to where they were, the cat sure enough back, purring in Yugyeom’s lap as he hesitantly scratched behind its ears.

“Do you think it’s likely that the cat rolled in poison ivy recently?” Yugyeom asked, looking up at the others.

Jaeboem nodded.

“I mean… it seems to live outside so probably… but also I pet it earlier tonight and I am fine so… we’ll see.”

The cat looked around everyone in the room lazily before finally looking up at you and blinking slowly. It was telling you that everything would be ok and a large part of you wanted to believe it. A rattling purr left the cat as it slowly got up and stretched like it had all the time in the world. After licking one of its paws quickly, it slowly sauntered away and curled around the curtains, not to be seen again.

“Oh?” Bambam said, quickly walking to the curtain and yanking it back, washing everyone in a cloud of dust.

Once the dust finally settled, you were faced with a small, dark staircase. This was hopefully your out and you found yourself breathing a sigh of relief as you looked up and saw the glimpse of a door.

“Thank fuck.” Youngjae said but he didn’t move as if he was waiting for one of us to take the first move, for one of us to take the first step.

Given with how rickity the stairs looked and Jinyoung falling down the stairs earlier, it made sense that he was nervous. You felt nervous too, your body fighting itself to bolt up the stairs and not risk more injury in a tough internal war. It seemed like everyone was as nervous to make the first move and in that moment, it felt like the ability to escape completely left you all, only leaving a gaping ocean of stress and worry.

Looking around slowly, you made eye contact with your older brother, a conflict of his own going on in his eyes as he took a deep breath in, “Time to leave. I have a party to shut down and a hospital to take you all to.”

A chuckle left you as he climbed up the rickety stairs and threw the doors open, a crisp breeze and stars greeting you. All your humor and relief left you as an icy bucket of fear washed over you.

Someone wasn’t happy.

BANG!

A door was being slammed repeatedly, angrily as the house started shaking again. Someone… something was throwing a fit at you all being by the stairs and trying to leave. You felt paralized by fear that strangled you, your mind going fuzzy as your ears started screaming with fuzz and ringing.

BANG!

Somehow, the doors slamming sounded closser now, as if someone was rushing to the basement, ready to cause havoc and damage.

“Get noona!” Bambam shouted, rushing to you with Youngjae.

The two of them picked you up, struggling up the stairs. The banging doors felt like they were getting closer to you even when you were set down on the dead leaves outside. The doors were slamming closer to you, your eardrums shaking with each sound.

Mark slammed the cellar doors shut behind him angrily.

*chirp*

Through the aching of your ears, you started to hear regular nature sounds mingling with the heavy breathing of your friends. The cat was snuggling up against you, its warmth heating you up. People were walking around. Someone was talking. You didn’t have energy to figure anything out yet.

Instead, you curled up around the cat, struggling to hold in your tears.

You were out.

Relief washed over you as your tears spilled down your cheeks and nose and onto the ground.

They let you cry for some time, waiting patiently for you to slowly stand up and look around. Youngjae and Jaeboem were snuggling together on the ground, clutching each other comfortingly. Bambam was leaning against Jinyoung, holding onto him and taking slow breaths. Jackson and Mark were talking quietly. Yugyeom was looking at you.

“How are you feeling, Y/n-ssi?” He quietly asked, scooting over.

“Better? I think.”

“That’s good. Do you want help getting up?”

You shook your head, slowly getting up in spite of your body screaming at you. Slowly, everyone walked back to the main house, you lagging a little behind to watch everyone talk. A smile made its way on your face as you watched Youngjae and Jaeboem chatting away, leaning against each other in a flirting manner. He’d done it. He’d managed to get together with his crush.

Without your help.

He managed it all.

They looked like a good friend group.

They were a good group of people.

You were proud of Jackson for finding such wonderful people. Mom and Dad were always worried about him never finding close friends but he’d found his people.

Sighing, you looked back in the direction of the house and saw something that made your blood freeze. Someone was in a window on the upper floor.

Waving bye at you.

“Noona! You coming?” Bambam asked, making you jump.

“She better! Don’t want Y/n-ah to get lost again.” Jinyoung said with a laugh.

You shook your head, “Coming!”

Bambam wrapped you in a quick hug, leaving his arm draped around you when you joined them again. Together you all walked back to the house which was shockingly empty of people already. You breathed a sigh of relief as you left the group to go to the kitchen and pour yourself a glass of water. It hurt to move your neck back to finish the drink but it soothed your sore throat enough that you paid no mind.

That would be tomorrow’s problem.

“We will go to the hospital in 10 or so minutes, ok?” Jackson asked as he entered the kitchen space.

You nodded and turned around to refill your glass. If you avoided Jackson’s worried gaze while doing so, you were thankful. Jackson didn’t leave though. He waited patiently as you guzzled two glasses of water before sighing and shaking his head.

“I was never disappointed in you.” He said, shattering the silence.

You froze, not wanting to look at him as you gathered up the energy to respond, “Oh? I always thought you were.”

“I always thought that you didn’t like me so I gave you distance. You are honestly so amazing, working a job and going to school. It is so impressive.”

You laughed bitterly and tried to hide the anxiety pooling in your gut, “I dropped out of school so I don’t know how amazing I am.”

When silence settled over you two again for a minute, you risked a glance at Jackson, hoping not to see disappointment. His brows were raised in surprise but he didn’t look disappointed.

“How come?”

“It was bad for my mental health… I had to.” You mumbled, not wanting to think much about those hellish years where you were academia’s bitch.

“Do you want to return to school?”

“No. I don’t know what I want to do… but I don’t want anything to do with academia.”

“That’s understandable. College is so stressful. What are you doing now?” He asked and you were thankful that he looked genuinely interested in what you were doing now.

“Bartending.”

“Do you enjoy it?”

“Somewhat. I want to do something else long term but it isn’t a bad job. It pays the bills and my coworkers are good.”

“I am glad it’s a good job. I am proud of you for taking care of yourself.”

What?

Your head snapped up to look at him, pain shooting through you at the sudden action. He… he was proud of you?

Tears welled in your eyes. No one in your family ever seemed proud of you… nothing ever seemed to be enough for them.

“R-really?”

“Really,” He took a deep breath in as he prepared for his next words, “I’ve not said it before, but I love you.”

You felt like you could cry as you pulled him into a hug, hugging him tightly and burying your face into his chest, “I love you too, Oppa… But please don’t tell mom and dad yet.”

“I won’t.” Jackson said with a laugh.

The two of you barely talked as you finished your final glass of water, sparing a few words as you left the kitchen. You looked around at everyone else, wispering and resting their eyes. They were close.

You cleared your throat awkwardly to get people’s attention, “I am ready whenever you all are.”

Some of them nodded silently before getting up and helping others up. Quietly, everyone filed into Jackson and Jinyoung’s cars. The trip to the hospital was painfully quiet and when you all got into the hospital, it felt like everyone dispersed as they slowly took everyone back for treatment.

You don’t know how long you were there for or when others left but when you were finally released, no one was there to help you. With some broken ribs, a sprained ankle, and a bad concussion, you found a taxi and went home. The faint sounds of the bar below acted as a soothing white noise for you as you crawled into bed and crashed.

Alone.

Somehow you managed to get a whole two weeks off of work to recover from your concussion. You were thankful for the time for a break and thankful for the near constant noise from the bar under you. Every time there was silence you felt unnerved, as if something or someone was going to start attacking you again. The silence made you feel scared in a way that it never had before.

The bar noise became a comfort you didn’t realize you needed. It was the only constant for you during those two weeks. No one visited you.

Youngjae was busy with work and going on dates with Jaebeom (it was understandable but you still wished he came to visit you some). Your few other friends were busy with their lives as well. Somehow managed to text you every once in a while (unlike Youngjae) but it was still a fleeting moment of communication and you craved more.

Returning back to work and starting physical therapy was a welcome reprieve from your small apartment. The hustle and bustle of people filled something in you that you didn’t realize you were missing. It gave you human interaction and you enjoyed it so much.

All the human interaction made you yearn for the seven people you’d survived such a traumatic event with. Maybe you could text Jackson, Jinyoung, or Youngjae and plan a get together. They’d seemed to want to get closer to you after that event… even though no one messaged or called you.

You sighed and shook your head, looking back at the bar you were tending to. Only thirty more minutes before you got off. Then you could go home and watch something. Your shift ended uneventfully. You found yourself leaving the bar and making the short trip home with the slowness of someone who has nothing to return home to.

A light was on.

Why was there a light on in the apartment?

The light stole your breath. You found yourself transported back to the abandoned house, screams shaking your eardrums as you stood frozen.

Someone was moving.

People were moving.

People were talking.

“Y/n-ah, are you ok?”

Jinyoung.

You looked up at him, at Youngjae and Jackson who were also standing near you, looking at you worriedly. At Bambam, Mark, Jaebeom Yugyeom, who were holding balloons behind you.

You were in your apartment. Not the abandoned house.

The soft sounds from the bar grounded you as you slowly looked around.

You were safe.

You were ok.

“I-I… I’m ok. I think. Yeah. I’m surprised.” You spoke slowly as you looked around the apartment and took in a deep breath. The soft pain from your ribs moved with your lungs and somehow gave you a bit of comfort.

You were recovering.

You were safe.

“Well, yeah!” Youngjae laughed and pulled you into a tight hug, “That was the point! Surprise!”

“We wanted to have a small party together. A good party this time.” Jinyoung said, “Would you want anything to drink?”

“Water please. And don’t expect me to make you drinks! You should’ve come to the bar if you wanted that.”

Bambam laughed, rushing to hug you, “Darn it! Here I was hoping that you could make something expensive and fancy for me.”

“I refuse.”

Slowly people settled into your living room, happy laughter and warm music filling the space. Youngjae was snuggling up to you as everyone talked. Jinyoung was laughing and telling a story about something him and Bambam did together. Jackson refilled food and drinks every once in a while. Jaeboem was watching everything happen without speaking, holding Youngjae’s hand. Mark was bundled in all the spare blankets, laughing at everything happening. Yugyeom was adding in sarcastic remarks.

They were making plans for stuff with you.

You were telling stories.

The night was flying by quickly.

It felt like you fit in for once.

You weren’t an outsider anymore.

Everyone felt like a family. A home.

And as night became day, you started to understand the truth.

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hippiemisfit · 11 months ago

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Hush (J.K.) 14

Chapter Fourteen- Cut Class

pairings: jungkook x oc reader

word count: 1,721

warnings: angst, fluff

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I woke up to my alarm going off and I wanted to cry. I got up and decided to just throw on my black Nike dress and do a quick slick back bun.

I ran down the stairs and filled up Poco's food and water bowls before I grabbed a apple and headed out the door. The drive to school was very quiet; I wasn't really in the mood to sing my heart out knowing all of the horrid things that I've done the past couple days. There's been one thought on my mind though since Carter's brother's death though. What has his family done that made them deserve the deaths that they endured? I mean what's the motive behind killing his brother and his father, and is Carter next then?

I pulled up to school in record time and just stared out the window, watching all the other students head into the building. Oh how I wish that I could be just as carefree as they are right now. No murderous entity following them around saying that we were meant to be together. No late night dream killing that either gives you nightmares or it feels like you didn't get any sleep at all.

I was so lost in my daze that I didn't notice that Jungkook had been standing by my door waiting for me, until he knocked. I jumped and rolled down my window saying, " Hey I didn't even see you there I'm sorry."

He nodded, pulling out his phone, "Hey you feeling ok?" it said.

I nodded, " Yeah just got a lot of thoughts running through my mind right now. Kinda don't want to be here right now in all honesty."

: well how about we skip then

"What Jungkookie wants to skip school?" I said laughing.

He smiled and reached down to unlock my doors.

: why not let's go I know a place

He walked over to the other side of the car and hopped in. He put his phone on GPS and typed in a destination to quick for me to see. He put his phone in my phone holder and pointed at his phone.

"I can't even know where we're going?" I asked chuckling.

He shook his head and pointed at the phone again.

"Ok, ok we'll get going. At least I know that it's 30 minutes from here."

I pulled out of the parking lot and started towards this mystery location. He picked up my phone and motioned for me to unlock it, which I quickly did with my thumb. He started to scroll through my YouTube music app and clicked on a Got7 station.

"You like Got7,?" I asked.

He nodded and started bopping his head to Not By The Moon.

"Oh I swear not by the moooon ooooohhoh," I started to belt to my man, my bias JB.

"That man knows he can get it. He should know by now that he's dangerous and then he goes and gets his nose pierced. Like are you trying to murder me, I'm just out here trying to live my life and he out here tryna take it away. Like what did I do to him for him to come out here and disrespect me like this, cause if these hoes weren't already looking at him I know they are now," I said not realizing I was ranting until I glanced over at a shook Jungkook.

I started laughing, " My bad, just talking about my biases gets me riled up. Even Ally can't get me to come down half of the time. But anyway, how's your week been?"

He grabbed my phone again and opened up Google translate.

"It was fine, had a hard time trying to get my friend to listen to me but other than that it wasn't that bad you," that Siri wannabe said.

As I was about to answer, I realized where he had taken us. It was to one of the only places in the city that seemed as if it hadn't caught up to the rest of the world. My favorite diner that served the biggest portions, which is not good for you if you're on a diet. Hell, even the salads are gigantic.

I quickly hopped out the car, not waiting for Jungkook, and sped up to the doors.

I walked in and was greeted by the smell of cinnamon coming from the kitchen which meant they were making their famous cinnamon rolls. The interior was like it came straight out of the movie Grease except instead of the pastels it was a deep rich purple color decorated around the place. So an emo diner, if it helps with the picture.

I felt a hand touch my back causing me to jump damn near out of my skin. I turned and saw an amused looking Jungkook, who by the way I totally forgot was with me.

He motioned his head towards one of the booths and we seated ourselves. It only took a minute before my favorite waiter approached us. I'm telling you if I wasn't already betrothed to Carter I would keep this man all to myself.

Pretty and sexy at the same time. Has the sweetest voice but you can tell by just looking at him sometimes that he would fuck you up if you crossed him. Talk about duality. He's only two years older than me and I have to remind myself that everyday that one day if me and Carter don't work out.... oooooooohhhh. I swear almost every time I come here his hair is a different color, today it's pink.

"Hey Mahj," he said only looking at me, "What're you doing here so early on a school day?" He gaze was piercing making me.... no inappropriate thoughts are not allowed right now ma'am, it's too early in the morning for tomfoolery. So I'll just said made me feel some type of way... wink wink.

I awkwardly cleared my throat, "I wasn't feeling up to the whole school thing today so I decided to skip and come see you." I mentally face palmed myself. Smooth Mahj smooth.

He let a little giggle, "Mhmm I'm flattered but after this no more skipping. Can't have my fav girl throwing away her senior year now can I?"

Swear if my skin was any lighter it'd be beet red. I started to fan myself because this man is not about to raise my blood pressure. It's like he knows how to attack me especially with him looking scrumptious right now in his all black uniform, with rings adorning his fingers. Even his ears are decorated with earrings. Is it weird that I got my cartilage piercing to match his?

"No," I finally squeaked out after ogling him.

"No what?" he asked looking smug.

"No Jimin," I said trying to inhale and exhale like a normal person because this man right here.

"What can I start you off with?" he asked laughing.

"I'll have a banana shake with no whip cream and a extra cherry on top, what about you Jungkook?" I asked once again remembering he was here.

I looked over at him to see him glaring at Jimin like he stole something. I don't think Jimin realized that Jungkook was here either until he met his glare with his own. The way they were looking at each other it seemed like they were communicating with their eyes.

Jimin was the one to break the staring contest when he turned to look at me, "And this is?" he asked nodding towards Jungkook.

"Oh, this is my friend from school, Jungkook. Jungkook this is Jimin."

"So your friends convince you to skip school with them? Didn't know that they allow dem- delinquents to attend." Jimin said harshly, his gaze returning to Jungkook who just rolled his eyes.

"I wouldn't call him a delinquent Jimin. You don't know him to call him that," I said defensively.

Jimin chuckled, "Oh I know him. Way more than you do, that's for sure. If I were you I would steer clear of him. He's no good."

"Well, I'll decide who I associate myself with. Thank you very much. Now, he'll take a water and then when you come back we'll order." I said dismissing him.

He quirked up an eyebrow, "Why can't he speak for himself?"

I rolled my eyes. I can't believe my husband #2 was acting like this in front of company. "He's mute Jimin, now please go get our drinks and make mine with love."

He scoffed but finally walked away, not without giving Jungkook one final glare.

I looked back at Jungkook to see him surprisingly with a small smirk on his face still watching Jimin.

I cleared my throat and said," Sorry about that. He's not usually like that."

Jungkook just shrugged in response. He pulled out his phone and started typing .

:its ok i dont think he likes me too much lol

"No, I don't think so either. Do you know him?"

:maybe in a past life? who knows but if he wants a tip he better change his tude. but anyway you never answered my question earlier

"What question?"

:Hows your week been?

"Hmm," I started to think about my week so far and how horrific it has been," it's been ok. Not the most ideal time of my life but that's how it is right. Life is shitty one week and then decent the next. One obstacle occurs and then its like a domino effect or something, setting off a chain reaction of shittiness."

: well it can't be that bad right?

"Oh you don't know the half of it. I just want to be normal again you know?"

:well maybe normal is boring. maybe you need some danger in your life?

Danger?

"Um no thanks. I've had enough so far to last me a lifetime." I said shaking my head.

He put his phone away and looked up at me. Or rather behind me with the meanest glare that he's given off today.

I turned to see who he was looking at and saw a group of 5 including Jimin staring over at us. One of them motioned over to Jungkook with a head nod and I could've sworn I heard a sigh before he stood up to follow them outside.

What the hell?

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mykoreanlove · 1 year ago

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Can I see you tonight?

“You are doing WHAT? Y/N, are you out of your fucking mind?”

The slightly annoyed voice shouting at you through your phone was no other than your best friend. “You cried so much because of that man-whore and now you’re going to his place? What is wrong with you?”

Fair enough, you had asked yourself that as well. “I can’t believe you’re doing this. What’s your motive?”

You sighed in defeat. “See, I thought about that, too. It’s true, JB hurt me badly. And I should be over him and all but I’m not. I am still thinking about him, wishing that it would be different. I… I miss him. And I haven’t heard from him in so long, I just.. I just want to know what he’s got to say to me. Can’t you understand that?”

Your friend sighed in annoyance. “What are you wearing?”

That question caught you by surprise. “Huh?”

“Y/N, don’t play dumb with me. What are you wearing?”

You looked down at yourself and started describing your outfit. Black sports leggings, red hoodie and leather boots. “Oh, you mean the sports leggings that accentuates your bubble butt? And the red hoodie that makes your eyes pop? And not to forget the leather boots that look sexy as fuck on you?”

You gulped, not saying a word. “What are you wearing underneath?”

It was pointless to lie, so you told her the truth. “Red lacy thong..”, you mumbled. “And?” You rolled your eyes, thankful that she couldn’t see it. “No bra.”

“Y/N, I swear to god. You are going over there because you want him to fuck you! Seriously? That bastard behaved like he fell for you only to ghost you and you’re thinking of fucking his dick?”

Hearing her talk like that made your stomach turn. She wasn’t all wrong but she wasn’t all right either. Did you put a lot of thought into your outfit? Of course you did. When Jaebeom ditched you it hurt like hell, so naturally you wanted payback. Getting dolled up, showing off your goodies to tease him – anything really that would make him regret dumping you.

You thought of all possible scenarios in your head. Would he apologize and confess his love to you? Would he fuck you and make you leave? Would he apologize and introduce a new girlfriend to you? Would he even be at home or was this all a prank? Endless possibilities roamed your head until you decided to stop thinking. The last thing you needed was a headache.

“Listen, I know you worry about me and I appreciate that. I am curious what he has got to say to me. And if he isn’t saying anything at all, I can at least ask why he ended things the way he did. Anything after that? Total uncertainty. Maybe I’ll see him and be turned off by him. Maybe I understand his ways and feel empathy for him. Maybe I decide I am done with him and leave. Or maybe I’ll use him just like he used me… It’s been a while and a girl got needs. Is that noble? No. But the world is complex, it’s not black and white. Especially not with JB. At least, I want to be prepared.”

You hung up as you arrived at his place. You scanned the bell for his name, taking a deep breath before pushing it. “Jaebeom, please don’t make me regret this.”

His apartment was on the third floor. You took each step nervously, not knowing what to expect from him. You were wondering if his heart was racing as fast as yours. When you made it to his floor you noticed his door being open ajar, him being nowhere in sight though. You collected yourself one last time before grabbing the handle and entering.

“JB?”

He was rushing to the front door, cheeks slightly red because he didn’t make it on time. “Y/N! I’m so happy to see you. Come on in!”

You took a good look at him. He was dressed casually – black joggers and a white shirt that accentuated his defined body. His hair was longer though, falling into his beautiful features effortlessly. He still had the same aura about him. He was confident in a silent, down to earth way. “Fuck”, you muttered under your breath. Hating him just got a lot harder.

“Did you eat? I cooked for us.” He beamed you a sly smile and ushered you into the kitchen. It smelled heavenly and you started to relax for the first time. You were too nervous to eat before, so you welcomed the pleasant smell of your favorite dish. “I made you tteokbokki. It’s your favorite, right?”

You thought back to the first time you had tteokbokki with him. It felt like ages ago, even though it only had been months. You were sitting on his couch eating, trying your best not to go up in flames as it was way too spicy for you. JB looked at you concerned. “Is it good?” You took a deep breath, nodding. “Yes, but it’s so fucking spicy!” He sprinted over to you immediately. “Oh, let me extinguish the heat then.” And with that he kissed you – sweetly and innocently.

You got pulled out of your memories as he handed you a plate. “Come on, let’s eat.” You barely touched your food – not because it was too spicy but because you were too nervous to eat. Up ‘til now you only talked about irrelevant things – what you had been up to, work, your family, plans for the remaining year. Jaebeom barely looked at you which you took as a sign of his nervousness. Why was he nervous though? You were the one that got rejected.

He got up and put on some music, dimming the lights to change the mood. Your stomach churned again, you had never been this nervous with him. He sat next to you on the black couch and just watched you.

“What?”

“Sorry, I, I thought this would be easier but it’s not.. It’s hard for me actually.”

You were confused. “What is?”

He grinned embarrassed. “Seeing you again. I know I fucked up and I wanted to talk about it but now that I’m actually seeing you it’s so hard.” He gulped nervously.

A ping of relief washed over you. He wanted to apologize, that was good! But you wouldn’t go easy on him, you wanted to see him suffer. You turned around and faced him directly, your doe eyes looking at him innocently while you were licking your lips seductively.

“Go on. You can do it, JB.”

He laughed. God, you missed his voice so much. The deep, honeylike voice that whispered the sweetest and naughtiest things into your ear.

“I wish I could find the right words and give you a proper explanation, Y/N. But I wasn’t in the right mind back then. I felt so lost.”

He took a halt and waited. That was not enough, no. You wanted more, you wanted a proper explanation from him. Maybe you needed to help him start?

You stood up and re-positioned yourself – on his lap facing him intimately. Jaebeom’s eyes widened in shock. His hands travelled to your sides automatically, squeezing your hips and ass. You caressed his face, tucking the lose strands of hair behind his ear.

“I am listening, Jaebeom.”

You felt him getting hard underneath you, grinning vigorously. He was holding back so much and you knew.

“I had been single for a short while when we met. And I wanted to keep it that way. You know, have some fun and move on. And it worked perfectly with all the girls before you but you y/n, you were different.”

You saw the pain in his eyes and felt good. It was petty but you were hurt and now you wanted him to suffer, too. You placed sweet little kisses along his jawline, whispering. “Different how?”

Jaebeom sighed heavily, trying to control himself.

“You were one of a kind. You still are.”

You let go of his jaw and watched him carefully.

“I had never met someone like you, y/n. You are so beautiful and funny. Smart and creative. Like I could talk to you about the most stupid stuff as well as my biggest fears. I was so drawn to you, like a moth to a flame. I felt my best when I was with you. But also my… worst.”

The last part caught you by surprise. You wanted to get up and get some space between the two of you but he held you tight by your wrists.

“Listen to me, please. I felt my worst because I knew I couldn’t live up to you. I wasn’t the man you deserved to be with. I was acting like a big fuckboy, running away from my demons and facing different pussies instead of my baggage. I didn’t deserve to be with you.”

You started to tear up. Never ever had you thought of this possibility. Did you think of him leaving you because you were not good enough? Yes. Did you think of him leaving because you sucked in bed? Yes. Did you think of him leaving because you were just not what a guy wanted? You bet. But this?

His honesty caught you off guard.

„I knew that you wouldn‘t let go of me, y/n. I saw it in your eyes. So I did what I always do best: fuck up. I had to hurt you so badly, hoping that you would forget about me. Did you…?” He paused for a brief moment. “Did you forget about me?”

You held back tears as you were facing him. You hated being weak, but you couldn’t help it right now. With a very low voice you answered. “I tried to. I tried kissing someone else, I tried dating someone else but I… I always thought about you.”

You looked down at your lap, too embarrassed to face him. Jaebeom grabbed your chin with his fingers and looked at you lovingly. “Funny enough, I did the same thing. I tried to forget about you by getting with other girls but none of them did the trick. No one ever compared to you, y/n.”

You grabbed his hand that was holding your chin and squeezed it lightly. Tears started to fall from your eyes as you asked him again. “What changed? Why now?”

Jaebeom’s fingers landed on your cheeks, wiping away the salty tears you cried because of him. “I wonder how many tears you must have cried because of me, y/n. I am so sorry. I really, really am.” He looked at you sincerely, you were believing his every word. With a sigh he explained further. “I got tired of running away. I got tired of playing this game that I’m bound to loose. I want to be with you. I know I’m not perfect and I can’t change what I did but I want to be better. For you. I want to be the man you deserve to be with. If you let me, of course.”

He looked at you nervously. “Will you let me, y/n?”

You chuckled in relief, as well. “Of course, you idiot. Of course, I will.”

His eyes lit up with excitement as he realized what you had said. Not even a second after he crushed his lips onto yours, kissing you like it was the first time. You made out for a while, in desperate need for each other. He interrupted each kiss with another declaration of love.

“I will make it up to you, y/n.” Kiss. “I missed you so fucking much.” Kiss. “God, I’m such an idiot.” Kiss. “What did I do to ever deserve you?” Kiss. “Thank you.” Kiss. “Thank you for giving me another chance.” Kiss. “I won’t fuck up this time.” Kiss. “I promise”. Kiss.

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honorguk · 4 years ago

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Hey hey! 🥺May i please request a Jaebeom fluff/boyfriend au scenario where you come home from a long day of work and Jb helps you wash off and gives you his hoodie then carries you to bed with him. Then you’ll both cuddle to you fall asleep please and thank you!🥺🥺

hiiii i hope you like what i wrote, thank you for the request :) here it is!

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key201303 · 4 years ago

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JB’s day!

Happy birthday to this amzing singer, leader, producer 💚💚 We stan a multitasking and talented kid 💚💚 I hope he has an amazing day 💚💚💚 Happy birthday Jaebum!! 🙏🏼💚

You already know how this works, send me an ask with an scenario with him and the time you want and I’ll be writting a timestamp story for you ❤️ ❤️

In case you want to request but you cannot come up with a good idea here’s a list of Birthday prompts you can check and get some inspiration ❤️ And here you also have a fluff prompt list!

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spacequokka · 3 years ago

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Wet

Pairing: Jaebeom x Reader

Genre: Fluff, Smut, Friends to Lovers, Non-Idol

Rating: M

Summary: You forgot to get JB a birthday present so you offer a coupon to whatever he wants. He picks a date. (Inspiration)

Word Count: 8.2k

Warnings: oral sex (m/f receiving), unprotected sex, cream pie

A/N: Okay, so remember this? Ignore the date and pretend it’s that same month or something. Forgive me. T_T Here’s my birthday present for our amazing, quirky leader. Tagging @im-captain-of-this-ship because you showed interest in it. Suffer with me! >:)

You chewed your bottom lip as the phone rang. You usually stayed on top of things like this, but December was an absolute shit show. Work was a mess. Your family had one minor crisis after another. You simply forgot—

“I wondered when you’d remember me.” Jaebeom didn’t sound upset, and that made you feel a teeny bit better. “Did you get caught up with one of your boyfriends?”

You scoffed at his teasing. “No. Just life and its bullshit.” You stood up and started pacing around your bedroom. “I’m really fucking sorry—”

He laughed. “_____. You’re only a day late. It’s no big deal.”

“Yeah,” you couldn’t help how whiny you sounded, “but you helped Youngjae go all out for my birthday. It’s shitty of me not to return the favor.”

“One, that was his idea. I just helped him set up. Two, I didn’t do it expecting you’d do the same for me. I just wanted you to have a great day.”

You flopped down on your bed and huffed. “Okay, now I feel worse.” Of course, he’d be a good sport about this. He’s only ever been friendly and nice to you. BamBam or Jinyoung would demand your soul as an ironclad I.O.U. Though, come to think of it, Jaebeom would be the same way towards anyone else. You heard a muffled chuckle and frowned. “JB, don’t mock me.” A thought struck you and you sat up. “I could order you a present. Or-or give you a gift card to one of your favorite stores.”

“_____, you don’t—” He tried to object, but he’d already lost you.

“Ooh! I know! How about an I.O.U. coupon? Good for whatever you want. It’s the least I can do.”

His protests died, and for a moment you thought he’d hung up on you. Just as you opened your mouth to call his name, he spoke up, “For anything?”

You didn’t miss the intrigue in his voice. “Within reason! I’m not killing anyone, stealing anything, or going out of the country.”

“What the hell have you been through to have that on the tip of your tongue?” His words were playful, but there was a serious undertone to them.

“You don’t really want to know,” you retorted. “So, is it a deal?”

He went silent, and for a moment you didn’t think he’d accept it. Well, it was a shitty—

“I want to use it now.” He murmured.

“I—The fuck? Right this second?”

“It’s my birthday. My coupon.” You pictured the smug grin on his lips.

“Fine. Let’s hear it.” You briefly wondered if he’d have you cleaning after his cats or pranking Yugyeom. A prank war with Yugyeom was the last thing you wanted.

“I want to go on a date with you.”

Did you hear that right? “You what now?”

He cleared his throat and spoke a little louder. Clearer. “A date. You. Me. At night.”

“Wow. That’s—that’s not what I was expecting. You really want that? Like, you realize I can get you practically anything, right? I got Mark a PS5 on launch day. I’ve got connections for days. Didn’t you want new automatic litter boxes?”

“I don’t want material things. Just your time, away from the others… Just me and you.”

“Oh.” This was a pleasant surprise. You had to admit, it wasn’t a bad idea. You hung out with the seven of them all the time, but never one on one. “Okay, but if shit hits the fan, you’re explaining it to Jackson. Not me.”

He chuckled. “Fine with me.”

“So,” you bit your lip. “What now?”

“You’re in charge of planning the date. Whatever you want to do is fine with me. We have similar interests, so as long as you stick to things you like, we should have fun.”

“Wow, that’s a lot of trust.” You grinned. “What if I pick something you don’t like? What if I try to sabotage the date?”

“You spend too much time around BamBam and Yugyeom.” He sighed loudly, “I think you’ll find my will equal to yours.”

“Don’t quote the MCU to me, dork. I was there when it was written.”

“So, it’s a date.”

“Yeah, yeah.” You rolled over onto your stomach. “I’ll see you here tomorrow at six. Dress casual.”

“What?” He gasped. “No suit, tie, and Chucks?”

Just the mental picture alone gave you goosebumps. “No, no. I want to survive the night, thank you.”

“What’s that supposed to mean?” He sounded genuinely confused.

“Meh, you’ll figure it out when you’re older. Bye, Jay B.”

“Why are you like this?” He scoffed, “Bye, _____.”

Time flies when you’re struggling to pick something to wear. You didn’t want to be too casual and seem like you didn’t care, but didn’t want to come off as eager to please either. Why couldn’t you have remembered his birthday on time? Better yet, why did he pick a date, of all things? It could’ve just been an outing or something, but a date made it feel so…serious. It made your palms all sweaty and gross.

By the time you finally settled on an outfit, he was knocking on the door. You checked your appearance one last time, then let him in. You weren’t mentally prepared.

“Hey, _____.” He smiled shyly, holding out a single flower. Your favorite. That was the easy part. He wore a white tee with black ripped jeans and black and white sneakers. He’d slicked his hair back and didn’t hold back on the jewelry. Your mind nearly shorted out trying to respond.

“Jay Busy Bee,” you stalled as you took the offered flower, instantly catching a whiff of his cologne. It was a heady dose of warm wood and vanilla with a hint of amber. There’s bound to be a candle for that. You took a step back to let him in, but the scent didn’t fade. Was it—

“I put a little of my cologne on the flower.” He grinned, pleased with himself. “The flower’s fake, so you won’t have to worry about needing to care for it. Just a little memento of tonight.”

“You know,” you said as you crossed the room to the dining table and plopped the flower into an empty vase, “I forget you’re a romantic guy. Do you do this for all your dates? Little mementos?”

Jaebeom scoffed and put his hands into his pockets, averting his eyes. “Yes. But they prefer real flowers.”

You gagged and picked up your purse and jacket. “Oh, barf. Real flowers eventually die. Then what will you have? Petals. Petals that get lost or thrown away.”

“I know, I know.” He cut you off, gently taking your jacket and holding it up for you. “Then again, you don’t have a green thumb.”

He had a point. “No! No.” You waved a finger at him. “I don’t have patience. Or a decent memory.”

He choked back a laugh and stepped away. Out of your reach. “Oh, sure. That’s the problem. Come on, let’s go.”

The movie theater was your first stop. The last time you went to one was for a group outing in which Jinyoung subjected you to a horror movie that left you wrapped around Youngjae for almost an hour, both of you screaming your heads off. Despite the trauma you endured, you remembered Jaebeom pointing out a romantic comedy he wanted to check out.

His face lit up when you asked for the tickets and he all but shoved you aside, eager to pay.

“It’s my treat!” You complained, trying your hardest not to whine and pout, but dammit, it’s frustrating. “I’m supposed to pay.”

“Yeah, but it’s a date, remember?” He glanced over his shoulder at you. “I only asked you to plan it. I had no intention of having you spend a dime on anything.” He took his card and the receipt from the cashier. “Thank you.”

Jaebeom grabbed your elbow and gently steered you inside. The smell of fresh popcorn and nachos assaulted you, making your mouth water. “Then can I at least pay for snacks? I feel shitty letting you pay for your birthday present.”

“Don’t, _____. I promise you, I’m glad to have you to myself.” His arm went around your shoulders. “And, no. I’ll pay for our food.”

“Why are you like this?” You crossed your arms. “I’m hardly doing anything that resembles birthday gift giving!”

He chuckled and lightly touched your cheek. “Why do you have to do anything? I wanted your time and attention, and I’m getting them both. I’m happy with this. It’s as simple as that.”

You gnawed on your bottom lip, momentarily lost in his closeness. His touch and scent. A person could easily get addicted to this. You looked him in the eyes. “Do you promise? You’ll tell me if you’re unhappy? Or if I can make it better?”

He dropped his hand and spun around, hiding his face. “Fuck,” he muttered to himself, then looked up at the ceiling. “Yeah. I’ll let you know.”

You grinned, pleased with the resignation in his voice. “Thank you.” You linked your arm with his and tugged him towards the concession stand line. Seeing the prices and remembering he was footing the bill made you cringe. To ease your conscience, you ordered the cheapest thing you saw and skipped getting a drink. You weren’t fond of fountain water, but if you were absolutely dying of thirst, you’d make do.

“What do you want to drink?” He asked, eyes on the menu. “I might get a Slurpee.”

Dammit. “Um, I’m not really all that thirsty.”

He looked at you. “You’ll get thirsty, though. Even a bottle of water is better than nothing.”

A regular bottle of water was almost five bucks. “No, I’m good.”

He searched your face for a second, then huffed. “At some point, you’ll relax and just enjoy yourself.” He turned back to the cashier. “Water for her. Please.”

You closed your eyes. Jaebeom had to be the most stubborn guy you knew, especially with traditional things. Jackson was a close second. You grabbed the bucket of popcorn and Jaebeom juggled the drinks and nachos.

“Here are our seats…” He paused, taking in the location, the precise center of the theater. Not too high, not too low. “Oh, _____, you’re amazing.” He plopped down in a seat and quickly settled the food. He could barely sit still, and the grin on his face was the widest you’d ever seen. “I’m looking at the dead center of the screen!”

You laughed and offered the popcorn to him. He shook his head and fiddled with his seat, delighted with the power controls for reclining. At first, you were content just watching him, but soon found yourself toying with the controls while people filled their seats. Eventually, the lights dimmed and movie trailers played. Unlike your outings that included everyone, there was a comfortable silence between the two of you. There were a couple of movies that piqued both of your interests, only needing to share a look between you to confirm it.

Aside from it being noticeably quieter, things didn’t feel too different from normal. He was still the cute and quirky JB you knew. At some point, you were sharing the popcorn, both reaching in for handfuls and shoving them into your mouths without care. Right when you got to bottom of the bucket, he reached in the same time you did, but instead of getting popcorn, he grabbed your hand. He jerked, realizing what he’d done, but didn’t let go. In fact, his grip tightened, and he lifted your hand out. You looked at him, ready to ask a question, only to find his eyes already on you. In the dark of the theater, you could barely see that his lips were pressed in a thin line, as if he were upset.

He rubbed the back of your hand with his thumb before threading his fingers with yours and holding your hand comfortably over the armrest between you. You hugged the bucket of popcorn with your free hand, your heart beating wildly as your mind raced. Why was he holding your hand? Did it mean something, or was he just fucking with you? Were you supposed to pull away, laugh it off? You could, but it felt nice to hold his hand. It was warm and soothing. Suddenly, your mouth dried up as butterflies filled your tummy. In an instant, everything differed from before.

The second the building came into view, Jaebeom was buzzing with excitement. “You’re serious?”

You nodded. “Jinyoung suggested it. Something about you liking the food and competition.”

He pulled into a parking space and was at your door before you’d even unbuckled your seatbelt. “I fucking owe him big. Come on!” He grabbed your hand and pulled you out. “I want to get a good lane and shoes.”

“I got us a reservation. Right by the concession stand.” You said coolly, inwardly stoked that Jinyoung hadn’t been trolling you as you feared.

Jaebeom swept you up in an enthusiastic hug, nearly crushing your lungs. “My God. You’re the best, I swear.” He put you down and locked the car. “No wonder Jackson’s so possessive of you.”

“He’s like that with everybody.” You shrugged, muttering thanks when he held the door to the building open for you. “I wouldn’t take him too seriously.”

Jaebeom scoffed as he placed his hand on your lower back and guided you to the counter. “He’s serious when it comes to you, _____. He’s threatened us more than once to keep our ‘paws’ off his bestie.”

You waited until you got your shoes to reply. “Yeah, but he doesn’t really care—”

But he was quick to cut you off, standing in your way so that you looked at him. “He cares. That’s why none of us has made a serious move on you.” It wasn’t long before a smug grin formed on his lips. “Until now.”

“So, wait, are you breaking some guy code or something?” You stepped back. “I’m not coming in between you two.”

He grabbed your elbow and led you to your lane. “He cares about you, but not like that.”

“Oh.”

You must’ve sounded sad to him because he was quick to turn to you. “Do you like him like that? I didn’t mean—”

“Oh! No, no no. I just never thought about Jackson like that, and for a second, I thought I missed something. I’m relieved, honestly. I can barely keep up with him as a friend. I can’t imagine what he puts his girlfriends through.” You laughed and shook your head.

“He can be a mess, but I hear he spoils them rotten.” He sat down and put on his shoes.

“Confirmed. He often asks me for advice about random gifts and ideas.” You tied your shoes and stood up. “Alright! Do you want the guards up?”

He scoffed. “Only if you need them.”

You shook your head. “Nope. Not at all.” You looked at the bowling balls, opting for a bright pearlescent nine pound. “Wanna flip to see who goes first?” You dug through your pockets for a coin.

“We don’t need to. Ladies first, after all.” He bowed and gestured for you to go first. You didn’t need to be told twice. Clearly, he expected little of you.

“Thank you.” You approached the platform, summoning calm before winding up and sending the ball down the lane with a little more force than necessary. The pins went flying save for three and “SPARE” flashed on the screen overhead.

Jaebeom stared in awe.

You waited for your ball to return and glanced over your shoulder. “I don’t plan to take it easy on you, JB. Just saying.”

As expected, the raging competitor in him came out. He barely spoke the first three turns, putting every bit of his mental energy into bowling a perfect game. You had to admit it was a sexy look on him. Focused and competitive. It would a shame if…you distracted him.

You knocked over the second half of your pins for another spare and turned to find Jaebeom standing behind you with his ball in hand. “Damn, JB. Gonna let the pins reset first?”

He pinned you with a heated glare. “There’s nothing wrong with me waiting like this, is there?”

You shrugged a shoulder, brushing against his chest. “No, no. Just don’t stand so close. I’d hate to hit you and hurt your throwing arm.” You stepped aside, but he wrapped his arm around your waist.

“Are you flirting with me?” His voice was husky, and his eyes darted between your eyes and lips. You smiled.

“Hm? I’m just being a good sport.” You patted his shoulder, and he bit his lip.

“A good sport, huh? How about this—if I win, I get a five-second kiss on the lips.” His gaze didn’t leave your mouth and his fingertips toyed with the hem of your shirt. “You up for a little challenge?”

The thought of kissing him, even a quick peck, sent a thrill of delight down your spine and you found yourself nodding. “Challenge accepted.”

He whispered a curse and let you go, turning his full attention to the game again. From there, the tension between you only skyrocketed. Every time you made eye contact or brushed against each other, put you both a step closer to bursting into flames. It was a thrill you hadn’t experienced since your last relationship. The thought was sobering. Were you really into him or were you just touch starved? With a little shake of your head, you brought your focus back on the game. One way or the other, you’d figure things out after you beat Jaebeom’s ass.

Halfway through the game, Jaebeom asked for an intermission to get drinks. Knowing you’d protest, he brought a giant soda for you both to share. You sat down and stretched your legs and he took the seat next to you. “So, _____. When did you find time to be a professional bowler?” He gestured to the scoreboard. “This is ridiculous.”

You laughed hard, missing the way his look softened. “I swear I’m not a professional. I was in daycare a lot as a kid. During the summer, they’d always take us to the bowling alley on Thursdays and let us play two games because it was cheap.” You shrugged. “So I got in tons of practice. Eventually, I learned tricks and stuff and improved my aim.”

“You’re good enough to go pro. Why not join a team?”

You shook your head. “Nah. I do it for fun, when I feel like it. Anytime something fun becomes an obligation, it loses its charm.” You shrugged and looked at him. “I’m more than content with just flexing my skills on you every now and then.”

You both laughed, and he slung his arm around your shoulders, pulling you close to his side. “I’d love to do this again. You’re cute when you’re overconfident.”

“Overconfident?” You looked at him. “Oh, okay. We’ll see who’s ‘overconfident.’” You pulled away and stood up. He pouted as you picked up your ball and walked back to the lane. The game picked back up with both of you entirely focused on winning. Yet, once you got to the eighth set, Jaebeom took a page from your playbook and started fighting dirty.

You were up by fifteen points and just needed to maintain that to win. Easy-peasy. You approached the machine to get your ball, but Jaebeom insisted on standing in your way.

“Excuse me,” you said politely, reaching around him for your bowling ball. Instead of complying, his hand went to your waist and gave you a gentle squeeze. The action threw you off and made you look at him directly for the first time in the last fifteen minutes. “Jay--”

“You’re sexy when you’re mad.” He murmured, eyes focused on your mouth. He licked his bottom lip, then bit it, letting it fall from between his teeth slowly. “But I miss the flirty looks.”

“Flirty looks--”

“Mmm-hmm. When you were trying to seduce me.” He brought your bodies together and you put your hands on his chest. He bent down and touched your ear with those petal-soft lips. “You do that so well, baby.”

It’s a wonder you didn’t spontaneously burst into flames on the spot. You sucked in a deep breath but still found it hard to breathe. Your body was warm from head to toe, the heat swirling around inside you before it settled between your legs. This was it. This was how you were going to die. And he was more than pleased with your speechlessness. He flashed his perfect smile and stepped aside.

But you couldn’t fucking function. You kept telling yourself to move. Get this over with. Yet you wanted nothing more than to go crawl into his lap and ride his dick until you were boneless. If you could have, you would have kicked your own ass for starting this shit with him. And of course you threw a gutter ball. Why the fuck not. Make that two.

You sat down with a huff, crossing your arms and legs while thinking of things to kill your newfound arousal.

He stroked your arm, “Don’t get upset, _____. Keep your eyes on me.”

And you did. You watched him intently, keen on soaking in every detail. The way he palmed the ball, rolling it around until the three holes were presented to him. The quick glance and subsequent smirk when he checked on you, then put his fingers in the holes. Why, oh why did you clench as you became envious of a fucking inanimate object? Maybe you were wrong and Jinyoung actually had trolled you with this setup. His form was flawless as he sent the ball flying down the lane, knocking down every pin.

He came back to you grinning. “Just five points now.”

‘It’s his birthday. You’re supposed to let the birthday person win.’ You repeated the words over and over as you stood to go collect your ball. Two sets left. Five-point difference. It was easy to just toss the ball out and let it do what it wanted. Yet…you couldn’t bring yourself to do it. You hated losing. You were serious about not going easy on him. Lust and frustration were a terrible mix for you, and you were seconds away from risking it all. Your concentration was shot to hell. Though you didn’t get a gutter ball, a split wasn’t any better. You didn’t have a snowball’s chance in hell of knocking down the pins when all you could think about was kissing Jaebeom’s smug little smirk away.

Jaebeom threw another strike, putting him five points above you. He watched you intently, likely thinking the same thing you were: that kiss was only minutes away now. Oddly enough, you were eager for it, too. Your pride, however, demanded justice for this upset. You were at a crossroads: get the kiss or get the win. The bragging rights would be just as satisfying as the kiss, wouldn’t it?

With a long exhale, you picked up your ball and approached the line. Whatever happened would happen. Everything happens for a reason. You wound your arm back and let the ball fly.

You got a fucking strike. Jaebeom cursed as he got to his feet. You waited for your ball to return while the pins reset. “Wow.”

“You’re really gonna go all out?” Jaebeom asked with a chuckle.

“Being honest, didn’t think I’d get that.” You picked up your ball. Out of his previous nine frames, he’d only gotten four strikes. While you couldn’t dismiss the possibility of another, you felt a little more confident. You got a spare after leaving just one pin standing. After all your hard work, you ended with a ten-point lead. Now it was up to him.

Judging by the intense look on his face, he wasn’t going down without a fight. You took your seat and reached for your drink. Jaebeom knocked down seven of ten pins. Even if he got the spare, he’d still be five points shy of tying with you.

You shot out of your seat with a shout. “Yes!” You danced, wiggling your hips and laughing with pure glee. “I won! I won, I won, I won!”

Jaebeom turned to you. “You’re being an insufferable winner.” He huffed and tried to walk past you, but you caught his shirt and pulled him back.

“Wait, wait.” You couldn’t stop smiling. “Come here. I want my prize.”

That caught his attention. “Which is?”

You cupped his cheeks. “I’m gonna smear lipstick on your cheek!” You laughed at his horrified expression and leaned in with your lips puckered. He shut his eyes tightly and turned away, cringing as he held your hips. You went for the kill only to get played. As soon as you were within reach, he turned his head back towards you and your lips smacked together. Your mind went blank at the sweet soda taste on his tongue and the softness of his lips. He pulled you to his chest and held you tight. As soon as you moved your hands to his neck, he pulled away.

He touched the corner of his lips and looked at his fingertips. “There. Lipstick smeared.” He smirked and reached over to a nearby dispenser for a napkin to clean it off. You touched your lips, still tingling after that brief but paralyzing kiss. He looked at you. “Want to play another game?”

You shook your head. “I’m gonna take my win and run.”

He nodded and tossed your empty cup away. “Let’s go then.” He held out his arm, and you took it. “I have a surprise of my own.”

Riding alone with Jaebeom just silently vibing to the songs he played just might be your new favorite thing to do. The ambiance was perfect, and when he reached across the armrest to hold your hand, life was too. You left the bowling alley and drove to a familiar spot.

The river that ran through the city. It was a popular date spot that you purposely ignored when planning the night because you thought it’d be too cheesy. In hindsight, you should have figured he’d want to come here. He’s a hopeless romantic at heart, just like you. He parked the car on the side of the road and flashed a boyish grin your way.

“You’ll love this, I swear.” He promised before getting out of the car.

You didn’t doubt him for a second. It seemed like you loved everything about tonight. He jogged around the car to your door and opened it. “Thank you.”

He held out his hand. “Come on. I don’t want you to miss it.”

You grabbed his hand and let him pull you from the car. In a moment of playfulness, you sighed dramatically and put the back of your hand to your forehead. “Oh! But my feet. I don’t think I can bear to walk faster than at a snail’s pace.”

He threw back his head and laughed. “You little shit.” He didn’t hesitate to lean down and throw you over his shoulder. You lost your shit, breaking into a fit of giggles as he carried you down to the bank.

Once he put you down, you fixed your clothes and gave him a fake frown. “I swear, you’re getting a two-star Yelp review for that.”

Jaebeom put his hands in his pockets and bit his lip, clearly fighting a smile of his own. “I’ll live.”

“I’m sure.” You looked out at the water that flowed by. The sound it made was soothing. The surface was dark like a bottle of ink, perfect for reflecting the bright lights of the city skyline and moon above. Though the view was gorgeous, you didn’t get how you could have missed it. This was always here. It wasn’t going anywhere.

His arms wrapped around you from behind and pulled you back against him as he rested his chin on your shoulder. “As pretty as it is, it doesn’t compare to you.”

You giggled. “That’s too cheesy, even for you.”

He gave you a little squeeze. “Yeah, but this isn’t.” He tilted your head up towards the sky. Millions of stars dotted the cloudless sky. It wasn’t a sight you could get at home because of the light pollution. He glanced at his watch. “Here it comes.”

“What’s coming?” You asked and immediately got an answer.

It started off as just one streak across the sky, like a tiny firework miles away in space. Then another and another until it was a stampede of shooting stars high in the sky. It was, hands down, the most beautiful thing you’d ever seen in your life. The way the lights came and went like a herd of glowing horses had you sucking in air deeply and holding it until the last one faded away.

Your first meteor shower.

“Wow,” was all you could say when the show was over. “Wow. T-that was amazing!”

You felt Jaebeom nod his head, then he said, “You know how you’re supposed to wish on a shooting star?”

“Uh-huh.”

“I made a wish just now. I’m hoping since there were so many, my wish has a better chance of being granted.” He gave you another squeeze, then pulled back.

You turned around and looked at him expectantly. “What did you wish for?”

He shook his head as he rubbed your arms. “If I tell you, it won’t come true. Don’t wanna jinx it.”

You couldn’t help yourself. The way his eyes sparkled from the lights of the buildings and river. How full and tempting his lips looked when he licked him, as if he was thinking the same thing. What were you thinking? “Fucking hell.” You grabbed him by his shirt and yanked him down, pressing your lips against his with a soft gasp. His response was immediate, with his arms going around your waist and pulling you flush against him. The kiss started off gentle with lingering pecks until he squeezed your waist and pressed harder against your lips. His touch, his kiss felt so right that you reached up and put a hand to the back of his neck.

He groaned, and you opened your mouth, allowing him full control. He bit your bottom lip, sucked on the tip of your tongue, and licked the roof of your mouth as he kept you tight against his body. You could feel the steady thrum of his heart against your hand and briefly wondered if yours felt the same.

You kissed until you heard someone cheering and quickly pulled apart. Two guys were walking along the road, just past Jaebeom’s car, giving you a thumbs up and clapping with glee.

“Do you know them?” Jaebeom asked with a shy smile.

“Not at all. If I did, I’d kill them for ruining the moment.” You glared at the back of their heads.

He laughed and put an arm around your shoulders. “Come on. It’s getting colder. Time to get you home.”

Jaebeom rolled to a stop and put the car in park. You looked up from your hands. Your place. You were outside your place. He turned the car off and got out before you could think of something to say. Something to buy you more time together.

“Come on, _____.” He opened the door. “Let me walk you to the door.”

“You don’t have to, Jaebeom.” You took his hand and got out. You expected him to drop your hand, but he clasped it as he closed the car door.

“I know I don’t, but I want to.” He smiled brightly as he laced his fingers with yours. “I’m making the most of this.” He looked and sounded so sincere, so happy. You felt bad that this whole thing hadn’t happened naturally. He isn’t a bad guy and is fun to be with alone.

The warmth of his hand traveled up your arm, maybe to your heart. Because suddenly, you didn’t see why tonight had to end. Why there couldn’t be a second or third date. You were so lost in thought that you didn’t realize you’d come to a stop at your door. The end.

Jaebeom turned toward you and took your other hand in his. “I can’t really express how much fun I had with you tonight.” He brought your knuckles to his lips and kissed them lightly, holding your hands near his mouth as he continued. “I wish it’d never end.”

“M-me too.” You blurted out, eyes focused on his eyes. “Maybe we should do this more often. You know, just the two of us, go out and do fun stuff.”

His eyes were wide as his mouth hung open. “Did you just—Like another date? Not as friends?”

Your face was on fire. “Yeah.” You bit your lip and exhaled. Might as well be completely honest. “I’ve had a crush on you for the longest. Never thought you’d care so, you know, I didn’t speak up. That and you’re, well, you’re you.”

He laughed, revealing those perfectly pretty teeth. “What is that supposed to mean?”

“You can be hard to approach sometimes. Like, I never know what to expect with you.”

“Oh, really? Do I keep you on your toes?”

You thought about it. “Actually, yeah. You’re unpre—” He cut you off with a kiss, as sweet as the ones before.

“I’m what?” His eyes sparkled in the porch light.

You couldn’t do it. You couldn’t say goodnight just yet. “Do you wanna come in?”

It took him a second to process your question, then his face turned serious. “I do, but I can’t promise I’ll behave myself. I might steal another kiss or three.” His grip on your hands tightened. “Knowing that the feeling’s mutual.” He kissed your knuckles again. “I don’t want to rush you.”

“You’re not.” You made eye contact. The heat in his eyes sent a delicious tingle down your spine. “I’d like it if you spent the night, Jaebeom. Please?”

“You don’t have to do this because of—”

“I’m not. I want this. I want you. I’m this close to kissing you again. If you go home now, I’ll just go to bed frustrated and lonely thinking of you.” You shrugged, unable to look him in the eyes. “You can guess what I’ll do.”

He cursed softly and gestured to the door. “Hurry up then.” You jumped to it and fumbled with your keys to get the door open. The second the lock clicked, and the doorknob turned, he was pushing you inside. He locked the door behind you, then looked at you. “Come here, baby.”

You didn’t hesitate. You threw your arms around his neck and pulled him in for another kiss, this one sloppy and frantic, as if someone would steal the moment from you at any moment. You yanked on his shirt and he chuckled, barely pulling away to get it over his head. He grabbed at your clothes, peeling them off you with ease and tossing them out of sight. “Damn, Jay B.”

“I’ve wanted you for so long now.” He murmured, pulling you against him and rolling his hips, teasing you with his growing erection. His kisses trailed from your lips, over your jaw, and down your neck where he nipped, leaving small bruises in his wake. “So many nights of wondering how you taste, what kind of noises you make. Finishing in my hand, wishing I was inside of you.”

You clenched hard. You moaned and grabbed a fistful of his hair. “Shit. Keep talking like that.”

“You like that? You like how desperate you make me?” His lips trailed down to your breasts where he kissed the tops of them while his thumbs lightly rubbed over your hardening nipples. “You’re so soft, baby. And you sound so sweet, just for me. Just like I imagined you would.”

You knew you’d end up a wet mess on the floor if he kept this shit up. You had one hell of a time forcing yourself to focus beyond the caress of his lips on your skin. “Jay, b-bed please.”

He hummed in agreement as he kissed his way back up your body, capturing your lips as he stared into your eyes. He whispered against your lips, “Fuck, baby. You’re gonna be the death of me.”

“Me? I haven’t been able to think straight since we pulled up.” You pouted, hooking a leg around his waist. He gave it a squeeze, then a tap and you jumped, wrapping the other around him. His dick pressed against your core feeling like a steel rod. It had to hurt being so hard. As he carried you through the apartment to the bedroom, you rolled your hips, doing your best to give him the friction you both needed.

“You’re gonna make me cum in my pants if you keep that up.” He grunted, pushing your bedroom door open with his foot.

“You say it like that’d be a bad thing,” you whispered against his cheek, squeezing his waist with your thighs. “Wouldn’t it just make it take longer for you to cum the next time?”

Your back hit the cool comforter on your bed as his warm body covered yours. “Yeah.” He kissed you again, taking his time to nip at your lips before tongue-fucking your mouth again as he rolled hips in sync, making you shiver with delight. “But I want to be inside you when I cum.”

“Then take your pants off,” you moaned as he sucked more hickeys on your neck and shoulder. He chuckled and propped himself up on his elbows.

“What’s the rush? I’m not going anywhere.” He gave you a slow kiss that ended with a swipe of his tongue over your bottom lip. “I’m not letting you go anywhere…for a while.”

“Please!” You dragged your nails down his back, making him hiss and bite his lip as he pressed his erection against your core. “I swear on everything I love, Jaebeom, if you don’t stop playing with me—”

“Damn.” He pushed himself to his feet. He yanked at his pants, undoing buttons and the zipper, then letting them fall to his ankles. He kicked them aside and looked at you, eyeing you from head to toe. “Where should I start?”

Your legs trembled as you spread them, then pointed at your panties. “Here would be nice.”

“Would it now?” he murmured as he hooked his fingers on the waistband of your panties and pulled them down your legs with care. He let them drop next to his pants as he crawled towards you, then laid on his stomach.

“Wait!” You sat up and cupped his face in your hands, peppering his lips with kisses as you gently pushed him onto his back. “I want to taste you, too.”

He laid on his back with a smile. “If you say so, baby.” You should have taken that as a warning, but was too caught up in the promising tent in his boxers. “Sit on my face.”

You bit your lip, trying and failing to hide your excitement. You crawled closer to him, throwing a leg over his chest. He maneuvered your legs under his arms and pulled your hips towards his face. You resisted, instead resting on your knees as you used your hands to free his dick. Like the rest of him, it was beautiful. Longer than your hand, almost as thick as your wrist, and nearly the same shade as his thighs. It was mesmerizing. Unable to take your eyes off it, you slowly settled onto your stomach. Wrapping one hand around the base, you angled it towards your mouth, barely aware of Jaebeom’s sharp inhale as his hands came to rest on your hips with a firm squeeze.

“I don’t have much give you,” you whispered, unable to recognize your own husky voice, “but may I offer you my throat.”

“Wha—” His voice got lost in the loud throaty moan he let out as his thighs shook with his restraint to keep from bucking up and shoving his dick deeper down your throat. You knew it was a risky move, that you should have worked up to deep throating, but you wanted to choke at least one good time before he took over. The way your jaw and throat burned with the stretch, how hard your throat contracted at the sudden intrusion and brought tears to your eyes made it worth it. You pulled back coughing, dropping your pelvis on his chest to keep him from sitting up. “Are you okay?”

Your voice was a wreck. “Never better.” You wiggled your hips, then gave the tip of his cock a slow swirling lick.

He dropped back onto the bed. “You’re gonna kill me.” With how breathless he sounded, you believed him. “This is how I die.”

“Mmm-hmm.” You licked your lips and went for it. You closed your lips around the tip and suckled before pushing a little more of him in then pulling back, repeating over and over until your lips reached the base. Having him trembling underneath you, whimpering as he fought not to cum, was the best feeling in the world. His precum wasn’t too salty or sour, something that made sucking his dick all the more appealing. If he’d let you, you would’ve gone on for hours until he tapped out.

But he didn’t believe in letting his partner do all the work.

“Come here,” he growled, pulling you by your hips towards his face and giving you one long lick from your clit to your dripping entrance. He used his hands to spread your lips, then leaned in and pushed his tongue inside. After being turned on for so long, the contact sent a spark of electricity up your spine that made you sit up on your hands and push back on his face. He moaned into your pussy as he slapped your ass with both hands, then grabbed a handful of each cheek. The way he used his bottom lip to stimulate your clit as he licked into you, filling you with his tongue, had you crying out his name. It wasn’t long before he was encouraging you to move your hips, to ride his tongue as you palmed his dick and balls, dangerously close to coming all over his pretty lips.

But you didn’t want that just yet. Despite every nerve in your body singing with pleasure, you laid back down on your stomach and took his dick in your mouth again. You moaned loudly together, with him thrusting up into your mouth as you pushed down on him. With each suck and lick, your bodies became a wave, a love loop that threatened to burn you both alive. It was hard to think, let alone talk, with his dick down your throat and his fingers filling your cunt as his lips and tongue worked your clit over. You were more than content to let him do as he wanted, especially if it meant he’d continue moaning your name.

“Fuck, baby.” He gasped for air. “Are-are you close?”

You pulled off his dick with a wet pop. “Yeah.” You kept pumping with your hand, letting your head fall back as you followed the rhythm of his fingers. He let you enjoy yourself for a few minutes before pulling his hands away. “Hey!”

He guided you off him by your hips, stumbling to his feet. “My legs are like jelly.” He chuckled shakily, tugging his boxers off before all but falling on top of you. He kissed you hard, shoving his fingers through your hair with one hand as the other pulled one of your legs up around his waist. “You taste so good, baby. If I wasn’t about to bust down that sinful throat of yours, I’d keep going until you passed out.”

“Shit, Jae. Were you always this filthy?” You grinned, enjoying the way he pressed against you. “Kinda late to ask, but are you clean?”

He nodded eagerly as his kisses trailed over your jaw to your neck. “You?”

“Yes.” You nodded proudly. “And I have an IUD if you want to…”

He scrambled up on his knees and gave his dick a few pumps. “This night keeps getting better by the fucking minute.” He held one of your legs up on his shoulder as he shuffled closer and teased the head through your folds. “So warm and wet.” He mumbled as he caressed your leg, kissing the side of your knee before positioning himself at your entrance. “Let me know if I’m hurting you.”

You nodded, putting your hand over the one on your thigh as he began to push inside. The stretch was everything you could hope for and so much more. You hadn’t given the slight upward curve of his dick much thought when you were sucking it, but now you could fully appreciate it. You got so lost in the pleasant feeling of being full that you didn’t realize your eyes were screwed shut.

“Does it hurt?” Jaebeom touched your cheek and pulled your bottom lip free from your teeth.

“No,” you moaned, dragging the word out when he continued pushing in.

“Good. Keep your eyes on me, beautiful.” He swiped his thumb over your lips. You smiled up at him before capturing his thumb in your mouth and suckling on it. He gasped and jerked forward. “And you say I’m filthy.”

Once he bottomed out, you flexed the leg on his shoulder, giving him a gentle squeeze. He nodded once, then pulled back, just as slowly, before pushing back inside. After you’d taken a few strokes without much resistance, he pulled his thumb free and leaned over you, keeping your leg up.

“I need you to cum for me, baby.” He licked at your earlobe, then bit it. “I wanna feel how tight my baby gets when I make her feel good.”

It was pathetic how quickly you came for him. And you couldn’t even pinpoint what made you cum. Him saying he needed you to? Him calling you his baby? The jury’s still out on that one.

He captured your lips, muffling your loud cries of his name and mixing them with his own as he fell apart, pumping thick ropes of cum into your swollen cunt. You held each other like that until his cock stopped throbbing and it softened enough to slip out of you on its own. Meanwhile, Jaebeom pressed kisses everywhere he could reach without moving. “I haven’t cum that hard in a while.”

You laughed, cupping his face and kissing him. “You’ve ruined me for other men, you know. You’d better be prepared to take care my needs for the rest of your life.”

He cackled as he stood up. “Already making outrageous demands.” He shook his head. “Lemme go get a washcloth or something.”

You made a noise of content and stretched, enjoying how every muscle was now relaxed. Leave it to Jaebeom to be the one to fuck the tension right out of you. He was back in a flash, gently wiping down your sex and thighs with a warm washcloth before taking care of himself. You crawled up to the mountain of pillows on your bed and opened your arms, to which he dove onto the bed. You cuddled happily with you playing in his hair as he drew vague shapes on your chest and arm. You thought sleep would come quickly, but your body was buzzing with each swipe of his finger.

“Hey, Jay B?”

“Yeah?” He kissed your chest.

“How soon can you go again?”

Not to sound too cliche but the world seemed a little brighter, happier even, when you woke up. The birds were singing their hearts out as the sunlight-filled your bedroom with a warm peach glow. You opened your eyes and found yourself snug in Jaebeom’s arms with him wide awake looking at his phone.

“Good morning,” you croaked, cringing at how dry your throat was. “For some reason, I thought you’d be gone by the time I woke up. We were up pretty late. I know you have to go home and check on your babies.”

He smiled and kissed your forehead. “I do…but I didn’t want to leave without us talking about last night first.”

You leaned back enough to be able to look up into his eyes. “What do you mean?”

He caught the hitch in your voice and looked at you, eyes wide. “No, not like that.” He put his phone down and pulled you close, talking into your hair. “I know things kinda went fast. It’s clear we have great chemistry and want to keep going…I just want to make sure we’re on the same page.”

“I thought we were on the same page when I was riding your face,” you said with a shrug.

“Well, yeah.” He had the nerve to blush. “I was talking about dating. You know, being exclusive?”

You reached up and kissed him. “There’s no one else in my life but you. We can go on a few more dates to try this out, but I’m pretty comfortable calling you my boyfriend.”

He let out a loud exhale and held you tightly, burying his face in your neck. “Oh, thank God. I was prepared to do everything I could think of to convince you to be mine.”

“I mean, no one’s stopping you from doing that.”

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