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NO NO WILL DO NOT SHUT UP! PLEASE DO TELL MORE ABOUT PIRATE KIRISHIMA I'M INVESTED!
okay i just have to link to this art by nooepkt on twitter because it. is. everything to meeee âšïž
he's so handsome !! đ„ș and i have this vision that you meet by chance and it's not that you're wealthy or high-class by any means, but you know who you are and you hold yourself to a certain standard. a little proper, maybe, because there are so many in your little town that are drunks and thieves and you just try to make do as best you can. and i think you have dreams !! đ„ș of being a painter and seeing the world đ„ș lands and horizons you couldn't afford to ever look upon as a single young woman đ„ș
and then here comes this man, right, some guardsman to the governor đ and you know these types !! all slimy and sleazy and more wicked than they appear â but this one, strangely, has a lot to say about your paintings. knows a lot about pastels and rococo, even mentions a french artist or two that you happen to admire. and you're floored !! because there aren't many you can talk about art with, that are cultured !!
oh, oh, and you're sketching out the fluffy waves of a calm shore and he moves to correct you, kindly informing you that,
"she ain't quiet like that, the sea," voice low and rough and right over your shoulder, drawing goosebumps up your spine. "a wild thing, alive with the spirits of dead men and the sirens that drug 'em down."
and it's because he's so close that, when you turn to look at him, you can see clearly the scar over his eye and the tattoos that trail down his neck and into his coat. and his hair is tied neatly back, but it's so â red, and the gold hoops in his ears gleam as the sun sets behind you both.
and then bells are being rung !! shots fired !! because a body has been found, stripped of his uniform, and one of the govenors ships is sailing out !! you're so caught up in the panic in town that you lose him for a second, but then you find him standing at the edge of the sea wall, freeing his wild hair before covering it with a tri-corn hat, winking at you once before diving over the edge.
#akfheudbsjal#he's all dramatic and charming#he and his crew literally just stole a ship right out from under their nose and you're standing there like đ§ââïžđłđ„Žđ„°#LOL#he can talk to you about art because he's been so many places đ„ș#and now everywhere he goes#he finds art to bring to you đ„ș#stolen đ but it's the thought that counts đ#gets you fancy paint straight from paris đ„ș#i just like the idea of you being a bit of a proper lady and maybe a little snooty LOL and then here comes this handsome devil toâ#âcharm your pants off#but who doesnt like that idea honestly come on#kirishima drabble#just because#âż willow writes#âż ask willow#âż thoughts: kirishima#âż theme: pirate kirishima
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OC-tober (late) Day 7: Personality
Guess who finally watched ATLA
#oc-tober#bweirdoctober#bweirdoctober 2023#oc: fross#oc tag#deni's stuff#deni's art#oc art#i believe artekai would find something to relate to in most of the gaang BUT would not like anyone from the fire nation#bc they're carja coded. yes yes artekai has forgiven the carja but it would still bring back horrible memories#fross tho. pretty sure he would latch onto zuko and only zuko like a leech#i like to think he watches it while in sirius with stanley bc. well. things get boring as an immortal.#so i like to think they start catching up on any old media they have in the apollo archives. just like in general. that's my headcanon#so anyways. they are watching a/tla but then they get to the moment when zuko realizes he betrayed the one person who ever believed in him#and fross is like ''hmm. don't like that.'' so he shuts down the holo and he's like ''welp! too bad there are no more episodes''#and stanley is like. what. it can't end like that. and fross is like hmmm well it does. it does end like that#and stanley is like. there are more episodes in the episode list. and fross is like. ah. well. those are the lost episodes#there was a fire at the. factory. in the archives where they keep the cartoons. they are no more we can't watch them#and stanley's just like hmm. none of what you said sounds right. fross are you okay? i know what happened to your aunt-#and fross is like SHUT UP YOU STUPID ASS!!! THERE ARE NO MORE EPISODES!!!!! sorry i yelled at you please don't leave me đ„ș#and that night when stanley is asleep fross sneaks out and wipes out the rest of the episodes from the apollo database#anyways who do you think fross ships zuko with? i have three guesses#one is sokka bc he fits fross's perception of kai best. so it's like shipping frosskai to him#(which is funny because. while kai DOES relate to sokka he would INSIST he's way more of an aang. kai and fross get into fights about this)#the second one is mai because. idk. i see him being into it. can't explain it#and my third guess is just his own oc. he makes his own oc to ship him with zuko#i love the thought of fross having even littler guys of his own LMAO. come one he's lived 900 years he's GOT to have made ocs#oh ALSO i was going to draw stanley in the background but he wasn't turning out like i wanted him to so i just left the anime girl. sorry#OH I FORGOT i also wanted to add. very fitting that i made fross's shadow a prince huh. i think i really did something there
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For all the people who said that they wanted Sidia to be happy, you have been seen and heard and I present you with this đđ He's a married man now
@startistdoodlesâ and I have been occupied, to say the least, and created our Magnum Opus that is Quidia đ†(Quiver Knight and Sidia Knight)
This started off as a joke and a âhaha if they were a couple theyâd be cranky all the timeâ and it just kind of. Torpedoed itself off the coast into a full-blown in-depth ship with development and weâre losing our minds.
So of course we threw this together, Star drew the many Sidias, the wedding drawing above and the adorable bonding moment in the post below, I drew Quivers and handled the graphic design portion. This was insanely fun to do aaaaa đđđ
Hereâs the blank for the 5 minute template!
#In case yall were wondering where ive been#this is the answer#ive been developing sidia behind the scenes and we discovered that he and quiver have amazing chemistry#so naturally! we took it and ran#and we decided that Quiver will find him someday and they will fall in love and get married and live happily ever after the end#they bring me a lot of joy đ„ș#thank you quiver (and ferah) for allowing this pile of rocks into your life <3#reblog#my art#collab#quiver knight#sidia knight#quidia#ferahntics#they are the sweetest couple popstar ever did see#and the most. unexpected#we will probably go into the chaos at aome point AVDBDVDB
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summary: in which jungkook gets his motorcycle license and you donât believe in fate.
idol!jungkook x reader, est. relationship / fluff, a dash of angst / word count: 5.5k
content/warnings: protective!bf jungkook đ«Ą / jk gives oc h*ckeys / jk is sad and scared bc many couples r breaking up :( then he gets h*rny and i canât blame him bc oc is hot / oc loves short skirts n jk is stressed / oc gets an anxiety attack !! bc they thought jk got into an accident / bam cameo <3
> in which masterlist!
note: ART REPORTING FOR DUTY đ«Ą itâs been a while so i feel quite rusty and my brain is fried pls bear with me </3 iâm excited to post regularly again and get back into the flow hehe. as always feedback and reblogs are appreciated! đ„ș
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it is a rather calm afternoon in your shared apartment. you and jungkook may be together in the living room, but youâre each spending your alone time.
youâre sitting on the couch with bamâs head on your lap, your not-so-little baby sleeping soundly. you indulge yourself in a fashion magazine, occasionally lifting your head when you sense your boyfriend staring at you longingly from the desk. he would quickly avert his eyes to feign obliviousness, switching between the laptop or his phone to busy himself.
âbabe, spit it out.â you giggle, lowering down the magazine from your face. âis there something wrongâŠ? what do you want?â
âno, itâs nothing. just ignore me.â
âthen youâre going to be upset with me when i actually do it?â
âyah! thatâs not true!â he looks at you wide-eyed, chest puffing up in defense. âitâs really nothing, okay? you can go back to reading.â
âmkay, whatever you say⊠iâm not reading, though.âyou mumble the last sentence, burying your nose in the magazine again.
with a glittery golden-inked pen, you draw a star beside a bag from the spring/summer collection that you fell in love with at first sight. you hear the clacking of the keyboard pause and resume, pause and resume, but you ignore your boyfriendâs beseeching glances like he asked you to.
minutes pass by on the clock as you flip the pages with twinkling eyes and silent squeals, but they feel like hours to jungkook.
he blinks at the laptop screen as he sinks his teeth on his bottom lip.
he just needs to do itâ get it over with. whatever it is, heâs certain that the two of you could reach some sort of compromise⊠right?
he puts on a face of determination before wheeling the gaming chair towards where you are. and with no one to blame but himself, he releases a disgruntled noise when he collides with the leather couch. the impact sends him a couple of feet away from his destination, but his hands find purchase on your exposed thighs and he brings himself back to you.
his clinginess never fails to fill your stomach with butterflies.
you smile in secret, silent as he hooks his arms underneath your knees and lies his head beside bamâs. he kisses bamâs forehead, and in a somewhat twisted way, you are grateful for all the times the universe tugged at the string of joy and made you chase after it, because it led you here.
he has folded himself in a position that looks wildly uncomfortable, but jungkook likes to torture his senses for some reason, so you let him be. you pretend that no one has invaded your space, attached theirself to you so close that youâre carrying a quarter of their weight; feeling tickled by their exhales against your skin.
you planned to mix yourself a cocktail halfway through your magazine, but that is pushed to the bottom of things you can do now that your boyfriend is displeased with the lack of attention from his lover.
âthis wonât do!â
his impatience forces him out of the chair and onto the couch, where he sneaks his strong arms around your waist. the movements shakes bam awake from his slumber. the doberman sits up, tiredly blinks at his father as if he is so done, and leaps off the couch to strut to his house.
jungkook scratches his head guiltily. âbam! dad is sorry that he disturbed your sleep!â
to no oneâs surprise, he doesnât receive a reply.
âoh, bam, are you mad at meâŠ? you canât be, right? you must understand⊠we both really love ____, donât we?â
but he does receive one from youâ a fond gaze that thinks of him bizarre.
âheâs not mad!â he defends himself.
âhe should be. we were having a peaceful time together.â
âyah, thatâs so mean. iâm part of this family too!â he complains with a scowl. âi want to cuddle.â
âno oneâs stopping you, babe.â
this time, he hides his face in the crook of your neck.
he breathes you in, and his mind becomes clouded with the natural scent of you, so uniquely you, sweet and fresh like the clouds on a spring day, mixed with a hint of strawberries. humans smell fragrant flowers and break off their stems. jungkook smells you and he bites, sinks his teeth on your skin, sucks, again and again, and then soothes the ache with a slow and gentle slide of his tongue, but it doesnât erase the marks that blossom into a hue of a bruise.
he licks his lips, wet with saliva, feeling cocky with the memory of your sharp inhalesâ cockier when he lifts his head and sees the dilation of your pupils behind a curtain of haze.
however, theyâre still trained towards the fashion items printed on paper that you so desperately wish would materialize into thin air.
he groans.
âbaaaaby,â
âmhmmm?â you mimic the tone of his whine, resting your head on his shoulderâ just to be closer, let him know youâre here and youâre listening.
he clears his throat, prepares for the worst.
âthese days, thereâs something iâve been thinking of a lot⊠iâve been researching here and there, tooâŠâ
âabout?â
âmotorcyclesâŠâ
âokay,â
âokay?â
bewildered by your nonchalant response, he pulls away to squint at you in suspicion.
ââŠiâm planning to buy one and get a license? like, maybe next week?â
âokay,â you repeat yourself.
hit with a twinge of confusion, you briefly tear your eyes away from the beautiful gowns worn by beautiful models.
âare you telling me or are you asking me?â
âuh- uhm,â he stutters. âiâm telling you.â
âalright then,â
his chest puffs up as he inhales sharply. âthatâs it?!â
âwhat do you want me to say?â you flip a page, a flicker of amusement flashing across your face. âyouâre not allowed toâŠ? i mean- sure, i can do that, too.â
âno, no, no, no, no-â he kisses your cheekâ nearly, barely, heâs smiling too big to do it properly. âno, really! are you serious?â
âwhy wonât you believe me?â the magazine lands on your lap as you cross your arms in annoyance. âwhat do you think of me?â
âi heard couples really fight about this in particular, though?â he chuckles, and itâs your pouted lipsâ turn to be granted a kiss. âsorry, i assumed you wonât approve of this one. youâre so strict with me about driving safely.â
âitâs no problem because i know youâre responsible. i just get worried sometimes,â you mumble. âwhen youâre tired from work.â
âi know,â
âgood,â you sigh, leaning into him to steal a kiss yourself. âcan i just ask you for one thing then?â
âyes,â he nods eagerly. âanything.â
âif i find out that you didnât wear a helmet one timeâŠâ you tuck your bottom lip in between your teeth, unsure what type of reaction you will elicit. âyouâre getting rid of it.â
âthree times-â
âoh my god, absolutely not!â
the sheer horror painted on your face further fuels his mischief.
âtwice?â
âyou said anyth-â
âplease?â
âno! then iâm getting rid of it myself!â
you shove his shoulder, and he allows himself to fall flat on the couch before bouncing back with the mission to ease your mind.
âiâm just joking, baby!â his giggles fill the entire apartment.
he cages your face in his hands but you stubbornly resist.
âiâm joking- iâm joking. iâm sorry. come here, give me a kiss.â
he makes a smooching sound with his puckered lips and you send an unimpressed glare in return.
âpromise me first,â your fingers wrap around his wrist to deny his affectionate advances. âone time!â
âi promise!â
âand you wonât get angry at me?â
and with that, his heart begins to ache in his chest. the shift in your voice, the nervousness blanketed by softness⊠fuck.
âhow hard can that possibly be?â
he just remembered how upset you were when he got himself infected after visiting a tattoo shop in america. you told him it would probably be best to do more research on the place, but he isnât jungkook if he isnât stubborn. it was hell, to say the least. being in pain and fighting with you for days. you would tend to him and the silence would rub salt on the wound.
today, however, he was more than prepared to defend his case in the event that he faces rejection.
he doesnât.
on the contrary, he is a given a gift.
âi hate you,â you whimper, but your words contradict the way you respond to his kissesâ the sharpness of them has been dulled by his tongue. he tastes like the green apple lollipop that you completely forgot you left on the desk four days ago.
he draws back with a playful grin.
thief⊠your kisses and your candy and your body and your heart. all his.
âhuh, you donât mean that.â
âi do!â
âi love you,â he utters tenderly. âi trust you to set me straight when i need to get my shit together.â
âthen you understand that i just donât want it to become a habit, rightâŠ?â
what does he think of you? a person who treats him with utmost gentleness, supports his happiness, and worries about his safetyâ a person more important to him than himself.
âand even if itâs only one time⊠we never know whatâs going to happen. i wouldnât be able to bear seeing you outside the celebrity segment of the news. jungkook, i swear.â you pray that he doesnât hear the crack in your voice, disguising it with a layer of humor. âi will lose my mind.â
âof course i understand! that wonât ever happen, baby! i want to tell you not to worry too much, but⊠but to be honest⊠i think i will be more upset if you donât lecture me about this kind of thing at all.â
âreally?â
âyes. because then doesnât that mean you no longer care about me?â
this whole time, youâve been saying i donât want you to get hurt i love you i love you i love you i love you i love you, and he hears you clearlyâ like how one recognizes their favorite song playing in public even from far away.
you smile sheepishly. âshow me the motorcycle you want.â
your outspoken interest makes jungkookâs face light up like a christmas tree.
âthereâs actually a few that iâm looking atâŠâ he trails off, running back to the desk to grab his laptop.
âiâll help you choose!â you clap your hands excitedly. âis there a pink one?â
âpink?!â he exclaims, which is then followed by endeared laughter. âyou want it?â
you assume that he is going to ignore the silly idea, that is until he returns to his seat beside you.
âsure, there should be one somewhere.â he whispers, more to himself, typing away on the keyboard to feed your curiosity.
âreally? really?â you babble, clinging to his arm to take a peek at the screen.
âhmmm,â he hums. âget a license too and iâll buy it for you.â
a sound of disapproval bubbles in your throat. âeh, not for me. i want you to use it.â
jungkook dramatically pauses. he stares at you, doe eyes infront of blazing headlights.
he releases a burdened sigh.
âwhy me?!â
â
âbend over,â jungkook commands sternly, standing arms crossed infront of the bedroom door to deny your exit. âright now.â
âeh?â you gape at him. âbut arenât we goi-â
âi said turn around, baby.â
youâre left with no choice when his patience runs thin and he captures your handâ it comes so naturally when you twirl on your toes as if youâre waltzing to a slow love song. he pushes you forward gently, and you carry your innate grace all the way to the arch of your back.
jungkook swallows down a moan elicited by the tantalizing view, clearing his throat. he masks the sound by unceremoniously spanking your ass, the skin-to-skin contact also causing a sharp sting to spread across his palm.
âshit- i knew it, itâs too short.â he tugs your skirt down, a useless attempt at concealing your white lace underwear. he harshly breathes out in exasperation. âbaby, i can see everything! you canât ride a motorcycle wearing this!â
âwhat? motorcycle?! i can finally ride it?!â
you only heard one word come out of your boyfriendâs mouth, it seems.
you flip in excitement, facing him again with a smile as bright as the sunny sky outside. âyou got your license? why didnât you tell me?!â
âi was going to surprise you but-â
he still looks stressed out, eyes trained to your skirt- well, your legs. the skirt is barely there.
âgoing back here from the parking lot to change would be-â
âbut itâs miu miu,â you quietly remark, looking down at the article of clothing with a frown. âitâs not that shortâŠâ
âlook at the mirror,â he points to your left with his eyes, but then he is already carrying you by the curves of your waist so that your back is facing it.
you bend down on your own, and jungkook clicks his tongue when you only giggle heartily upon seeing your own reflection.
âitâs fiiine! youâre there to protect me. i just wonât bend down.â
âbut wonât you get cold?â
ânope!â you reply without a second to spare. âfor fashion, i never get cold.â
itâs been more than five years since he met you; jungkook knows damn well that is very far from the truth. not a single autumn and winter have passed that he didnât lend you his jacket, his warmth, and then some more, simply because you refuse to stop wearing skirts until youâre at the verge of freezing to death.
alright, maybe heâs being dramatic, and youâre stubborn as hell.
âand iâm wearing my tall boots,â you raise your leg in a straight line to show off the leather brown boots that stop below your knees. âlook, look⊠donât i look cute?â
cute? such a word wonât do you justice. youâre acting like heâs not also looking at your panties.
âof course,â a soft smile replaces his hardened features. âyou look so beautiful, baby.â
âhm, thought so,â you scrunch your nose, and his heart skips a beat.
damn, but that- thereâs definitely no other word to describe it but the word cute.
âbut how about, letâs say, wearing a coat over it?â
âjungkook! no!â you grunt, punching his arm- but then a lightbulb illuminates your brain.
âor shorts under it-â
âoh my god, i think you have one that matches. i remember i saw it the other day-â
âno, wait, wait, wait- shorts are safer! ____!â
you sprint back to the walk-in closet, leaving jungkook alone in the bedroom.
âcome back here!â
he jerks his head in distress, rubbing his eyes harshly with his tattooed knuckles.
âah, ____!â
âwhat?!â you yell, voice bouncing off the walls of your apartment. âi found it!â
â
âis it too tight?â jungkook inquires, looking up to you from the floor.
you bend your knees to assess the tightness of knee pads. ânope, itâs good.â
he proceeds to grab the elbows pads he hung over the handle of the motorcycle.
âhmmm, next⊠you wear these instead.â
you pout, recalling that he forgot his riding jacket at work yesterday. âbut what about you?â
âi only have one pair.â he says. âitâs fine, itâs just for now. letâs pick up my jacket at the company before going to the museum.â
âhow about letâs wear one each?â
upon processing the mechanics of your suggestion, his tall and broad frame shakes with mirth.
you obviously grew up with little siblings. they were so lucky to have you.
âhey! what are you laughing at?â
ânothing, youâre just cute.â he chuckles, wrapping the other protective pad around your left elbow. âjust wear them both. iâm confident with my driving but⊠i still need you as safe as possible, baby.â
âbut jungkook! what if y-â you whine out a protest, which he instantly silences by slipping your helmet over your head. âugh, youâre so rude!â
he beams with pride as he clips its straps beneath your chin. âwow, it fits so perfectly? i only guessed⊠ah, as expected of jeon jungkook.â
his hand freezes on the visor when you strike him with the beady eyes, pouting your lips to request for a kiss, which he grantsâ more than willingly. gladly. happily. with pleasure.
cruising through the city on a motorbike with the love of his life; going on dates; putting on your helmet for you and learning how to angle his face for when he steals a kissâ he used to only witness this in romance films.
at the end of the day heâs just a simple man, jungkook admits.
what a dream come true.
â
it definitely becomes clearer to jungkook todayâ why you did not oppose the idea of him getting a motorcycle license on such short notice.
âthis is so cool!â you squeal behind him, subconsciously raising the pitch of your voice to contest with the wind and the roaring engines.
â____, be careful,â he chides you. âor else iâll slow down!â
a sense of relief washes over him as you readjust your arms around his waist, your weight resting on him ironically making his chest feel lighter.
if only jungkook could protect you by keeping you bubblewrapped at all times, he would.
âyouâre enjoying this more than i expected.â
the two of you idle before a red light. he balances the two-wheeled vehicle with his left foot planted on the ground.
âis it fun?â
âso much fun!â you gush, enthusiasm overflowing past the seams of your lips. âyou already drive like a pro!â
âof course! i studied hard! i donât plan on putting you in danger with my stupidity!â
âstill-â you interject. âyouâre just good at everything.â
while he is aware that he is gifted in many ways, technically speaking, jungkook knows he canât possibly be good at everything. but hearing it come from the person he love and adore most in the world? he canât help but to allow it to inflate his ego a little bit.
ten seconds before the traffic light turns green.
his smirk is hidden inside his helmet, but you can masterfully envision it in your head just from the transparent smugness in his voice.
âtime to hold on again, baby.â
âi think you just like me feeling you up.â you muse.
you teasingly slip one hand underneath his shirt to caress his toned stomach, and he hisses out a curse. with how strict you are about road safety, one would assume that you would restrain on being frisky while riding a vehicle thirty times more dangerous than a car. you either have too much in trust your boyfriend or you underestimate your effect on him.
in his case, double the thirty.
the engine roars to life and the wheels screech against the concrete road. your gentle touch turns into a bruising grip on his waist.
jungkook thinks that you might be right. he would never miss an opportunity to feel your skin on his skin. he selfishly decides then and thereâ he now prefers motorycle rides with you.
â
it doesnât take you long to catch up to that fact. when he tells you wear something comfortable, you also know not to spend too much time doing something cute with your hair because the helmet will just turn it into a tousled mess. for the past two months, he has been calling you every night to ask whether you want to be picked up from work with the bike or the car, because as much as you both relish in the thrill and the wind and the intimacy, sometimes you fall asleep on the way home from exhaustion and he doesnât want you⊠quite literally falling on the streets of seoul.
but today is your day-off, and with your head hanging from the edge of the bed, you tear your attention away from your phone to find jungkook is upside down. he stands outside the bedroom door hugging your rainbow hello kitty plushie to his chest, frowning woefully with a cause you are clueless about.
the contrast of his black t-shirt with the rainbow makes you crack a smile, reminiscent of the countless memes youâve seen on the internet. you find it funny, but mostly endearing. because youâre the one who loves colors but dreams of nightmares, while he loves dark colors but dreams of stars, fairies, and soaring through skies and different dimensions. you donât believe in fate. however, jungkook believes that it was fate that brought him to you, and that you are the person he is destined with. you donât believe in fate, but you wholeheartedly, unequivocally believe in him.
âi was watching the news-â he huffs, seemingly perplexed. âwhy is everyone breaking up all of a sudden?â
âwho broke up?â
he freezes, attempting to recall the names that flashed across the television screen only minutes ago. âi honestly donât know them, but still!â
âthen why are you pouting?â
he doesnât answer. instead, he carelessly tosses the plushie on the bed before climbing on it, sneaking his arms between your torso and the mattress to engulf you in a bone-crushing embrace. your phone slips away from your grip, buried somewhere in the sheets, but when big bundle of love and warmth is over you, itâs impossible to be consumed by anything else.
you weave your fingers through his hair, whispering teasingly. âscared of being in the headlines too?â
âscaredâŠâ he agrees, then he doesnât. âof losing you.â
he scoots closer to nuzzle his face against your neck, his warm breath fanning your skin.
âi-itâs just,â he pauses. âah, i donât know! nevermind, forget it.â
âno, tell me. itâs okay.â your hands cup his cheeks, coaxing him to look at you. âtell me whatâs bothering you. whatever it is. iâll listen.â
thereâs a glint of melancholy on his glassy eyes, and you desperately want to know what brought forth this pain so you can take it all away. your heart shatters when his nose scrunches into a sniffle, skin becoming more flushed, a shade of red that dusts his skin only when he cries.
âwhen couples break up after a long time⊠many of them sayâŠâ he trails off, held back by uncertainty.
âthey say?â you urge him to continue, pretending to be absorbed in fixing his hairâ running your fingers through the soft locks, rearranging his bangs, trying to see if theyâre long enough to be tucked behind his earsâ all in an indulgent effort to show him that this type of conversation doesnât need to be awkward or intense.
âthey say that⊠that they just woke up one day and- and realized they were no longer-â his lips curve into a frown, deeper than before, and you mirror him without knowing. âhappy, or in love.â
he breathes shakily, avoiding your eyes to gather himself together.
fuck, jeon jungkook. man up! are you seriously going to cry right now? like this?
âand weâve been together for five years.â
âalmost five,â you correct him with a sweet smile, poking his soft cheek right where one of his dimples would be. âour anniversary is right around the corner.â
the unadulterated joy you radiated as you spoke those words makes the trepidation in his brain glitch.
âsorry, i couldnât help myself. please continue.â
he licks his lips, and then opens his mouth but- âiâve lost my train of thought.â
âoh my god, iâm sorry.â
âfor what?â
âyou were talking about something serious.â you wince guiltily.
âour anniversary is something serious too!â he points out, pouting cutely.
âyes, but⊠itâs a different story, breakups are- jungkook! why are you suddenly laughing?!â you sputter, shoving him away in annoyance when you hear a snort in the midst of his uncontrollable giggles. âwhatâs so funnyâŠ? you were just so close to crying!â
he shakes his head profusely, collapsing over you, but he ends up rolling over to the side so he can lie on his back and clutch at his aching belly.
âah, ____! my heart fluttered when you mentioned our anniversary. i totally forgot what i was talking about!â
if it fluttered earlier, now it goes absolutely wild in his ribcage.
your positions are switched before he can comprehend itâ youâre now on all fours on top of him. his head is trapped in between your arms and your gold necklace is dangling over his face and youâre straddling his lap and now itâs getting harder to breathe and not picture obscene images that involve you worshipping his body.
he probably likes this way too much than he cares to admit.
âdo you see it now?â
he purses his lips, obviously distracted, controlled by his desire for you as he finds the curves of your waist to caress. âsee what?â
âthat you donât need to be anxious about us not being happy in the future, because weâre happy right now.â
he cannot detect an ounce of hesitation even if he tried. you are steady. you are sure. something intangible and inexplicable floods your souls when your eyes meet, but the two of you know that it exists and it is real.
âfuck⊠i love you. i fucking love you so much.â his voice borders on a growl, and a whimper escapes your lips just before they crash against his for a kiss so full of passion that it completely catches you offguard. he pulled you down so swiftly that your hands anchored on the bed scrambled for his forearms to break your fall, nails digging into his skin as you balance yourself.
jungkook isnât much for words, but something in him always wants more. he likes to speak with his tongue in a way so sweet that it compels you to abandon your vocabularies in the farthest back of your mind.
you sit down on his lap breathless after making out. your boyfriend watches you wipe your mouth with the back of your hand, slipping his hands underneath his head as he cockily grins in satisfaction.
you roll your eyes at the sight of his biceps being shamelessly flexed. âbastard,â
âbastard youâre crazy about,â
âunfortunately,â you sigh with faux disappointment, hugging the hello kitty plushie you picked up from the floor.
âwant to go for a ride?â
âto where?â
âanywhere,â he shrugs. âitâs already late so there shouldnât be traffic anymore.â
you jump off the bed without another word, returning a minute later clad in a black harley davidson jacket. you look so fucking chic and attractive in it, he always pats himself on the back for buying it for you.
jungkook would go against all laws of the universe if it meant spending a hundred more almost five years with you, until the hello kitty plushie youâre still hugging becomes gray and unrecognizable.
âbabe, why are you still staring at me like that? iâm ready!â
â
from the entrance, jungkook discerns your familiar figure pacing back and forth across your designated parking spaces. you appear to be engrossed in your phone as you nibble on your thumb, which he knows to be a tell-tale sign of your anxiety. you just got your nails done, and for the first three days, youâre usually very conscious of messing them up.
you fail to notice the loud presence of his motorcycle, not until he has successfully parked and pushed down its side stand on the ground.
âbaby! what are you doing out here?â
he lifts off the helmet, ruffling his hair to tame it. and as he brushes his stubborn bangs away from his eyes, thatâs when he sees his lover overcome with distraught.
his heart drops to his stomach.
your eyes are filled with unshed tears, chin trembling with the struggle of holding them back.
âjungkook!â you wail out his name, and you havenât cried this loud since you were sixteen.
an unnamed neighbor walks by the scene and says to theirself, somebody mustâve died.
âyah- why? why, why, why?â he stumbles over his own words in panic, carelessly hanging the helmet on one of the handles of the motorcycle as he gets off. âwhatâs wrong? baby? what happened?â
you hide your face in the palms of your cold yet clammy hands, ashamed by the surge of your emotions flooding the parking lot as acid rain, but a sense of safety blankets you when jungkook gingerly tugs you towards him.
âi thought something bad happened to you! a car hit a motorcycle nearby- and i thou- i really thought-â
âoh, thatâs right! how did you know?â he gasps. âi passed by them earlier. there were so many people and police officers.â
âjungkook!â you snap, hitting his chest in frustration.
âsorry- iâm sorry! okay, that was insensitive of me- fuck.â he rambles, and you visibly cringe when his glove-clad hands touch your face.
the texture, and only god knows all the places itâs beenâŠ
âthereâs no need to cry, baby! iâm already here, arenât i? iâm so healthy. thereâs not a single scratch on me.â
he hastily takes off his jacket to reveal himself in a white sleeveless shirt. spotless that it looks brand-new.
âsee? all good!â
you fall silent. your eyes frantically scan his body, but your brain doesnât really register anything that you perceive.
âaigoo, why are you shaking so much?â
he canât bear to watch you in this state. he feels nauseous, almost, like his gut is being twisted and wrung in different ways.
âmy baby mustâve been so worried about me, is that right? come here.â
in the solace of jungkookâs embrace, wrapped in his strong arms that are, praise heavens, not broken, the pounding of your heart gradually returns to normal.
his, however, becomes louder. and these days he likes to believe that he is no longer the crybaby he once was, but his skin feels flushed as tears fills his eyes, because damn, what a blessing it is to be loved by you.
he leans on the motorcycle, lovingly rocking you back and forth with shushes and soft hums.
time flies by when you are floating, but jungkook is patient as he waits for you to land and come home to him, even when his feet have fallen asleep.
âyou havenât forgotten your promise?â you whisper.
ânever not wear a helmet,â he coos, pressing his lips to your temple. âof course i havenât forgotten.â
âgood,â you mumble, drawing back. âgo home and shower. youâre all so sweaty.â
âi will. i feel so sticky.â he chortles. âthis is so annoying. i hate summer!â
â
you continue to cling to jungkook all the way to the apartment unit, arms circled around his torso and soft cheek smushed against his back. snuggling him from behind like a koala does a tree is a newly-discovered joy. and if you were single you would be rolling your eyes at a person for saying this, but it is quite wonderful to have a boyfriend for a pillow that is also a blanket. has anyone invented that?
âyou know, i regret not getting a motorcycle earlier.â
âwhy?â
the door opens with a short jovial jingle as a signal.
âi saw someone with a puppy in a basket this morning. it was even wearing goggles! it was really cute!â he laments, dragging you along with him into the living room. âah, iâm an idiot. why didnât i think of that? we couldâve done that with bam!â
you form the mental image of tiny baby bam wearing tiny goggles and a tiny leather jacket, and then another, but with the current bam.
âbut bam is already as big as the bike!â you dissolve into laughter.
jungkook grunts, and you canât tell whether heâs genuinely feeling this regretful or heâs just trying to distract you after you broke down with the mind-numbing anxiety of losing him forever.
âexactly!â
you sink into the couch, instinctively reaching for the hello kitty plushie to hug. meanwhile, he begins stripping off his shirt.
âitâs not even possible at all now!â
âbut i do want to see him wear gogglesâŠâ you say in jest, fishing out your phone from the pocket of your shorts. âshould i look for one?â
wait, what do you even type for it? dog goggles?
âi found them. there are helmets, too.â you gasp, covering your mouth as an epiphany hits you. âthe puppy wasnât wearing a helmet?â
driven by curiosity, jungkook sits next to you as you search for the item online. he is practically naked, left wearing only his black calvin klein boxers.
âoh,â he pauses. ânow that you mention it, the puppy wasnât wearing one.â
âhow are you still sweaty?â with your thumb, you wipe the bead of sweat threatening to enter his eye. âgo shower first.â
he manages to sneak a chaste kiss to your wrist before it becomes out of reach.
âbefore that, i need to tell you something.â
you bob your head, encouraging him to speak out, but the longer you maintain eye-contact with him, the faster his impulsive courage melts into a puddle of nervousness.
marry me.
marry me.
âbabyâŠâ
âyes?â you half-smile. âwhat is it? youâre starting to scare me.â
marry me.
when i see the future, i only see you.
âi love you.â
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random percy headcanons:
wants to be the photographer friend SO bad and he technically is but like 70% of the pics come out blurry or weird bc there was a monster attack in the middle of them. his instagram is truly so chaotic looking.
literally always has seashells on him someone will ask him for a pencil or spare change and he has to empty all his pockets of shells to find it. drops his backpack and a bunch of shells fall out. kicks his shoes off and sand and shells fly out and his mortal friends are like percy What the Fuck
his eyes glow underwater!! bioluminescent king. no one told him though and he didn't find out until he joined his school's swim team and terrified everyone (he managed to convince them his contacts were having a weird reaction to chlorine lmao)
he really likes art!! he doesn't just pretend to for rachel's sake he genuinely enjoys painting with her. he likes splatter paint, collages and pop art styles the best. one day after splitting some edibles they realized percy could manipulate water colors and went CRAZY with it
will ask to be excused during class and comes back like an hour later with scorch marks all over his face bleeding from one of his ears covered in dust missing three fingernails rips in his jeans and a fat lip and the teacher is like percy what the actual hell were you doing in the bathroom all this time and he's just like uhhhhhh I have ibs
the brand from camp jupiter did unfortunately (for sally) Unlock something in him lmfao he keeps getting shitty little tattoos. usually stick-n-poke but someone's friends cousin's girlfriend's brother has a gun that gets brought to parties every now and then. most of them are sloppy but you can tell what they are HOWEVER he has one that was supposed to be a seal that came out looking like one of those shitty ms paint crying memes. annabeth laughed at him for ten minutes straight when she saw it.
he wanted to dye his hair blue but he was too chicken to bleach his entire head so he just did the tips. his hair is curly though so it looks absolutely ridiculous but he loves it
percy and annabeth get a crusty little yappy white dog in college and he carries it around like a baby lmao
back to his chaotic instagram, he's got so many pics of him like, relaxing at the bottom of the mariana trench or hugging a giant squid or riding on a whale shark and his mortal friends all think he's just really good at photoshop and this is a very specific bit he decided to commit to. they're always like lol percy where do you even FIND these pictures are you subscribed to like scientific journals for the laughs? but no he just took them all on his shell phone
has an ongoing prank war with annabeth's little brothers bobby and matthew but like it's Unhinged. they're playing 5D chess and she has no idea whats going on
weird tshirts!!! he loves them! like
shit like this or those 'women want me fish fear me' shirts, anything with a funny or incomprehensible slogan is going in his closet right along with his band tees lmfao
bought estelle a panda pillow pet when she was born đ„ș
can NOT bring himself to eat seafood no matter how many times poseidon has told him its fine. he's like NO these are my FRIENDS JONATHAN WAS TELLING ME ABOUT HIS GRANDDAUGHTERS WEDDING LITERALLY YESTERDAY WHY IS HE ON A PLATTER DAD. they had to give up and just start eating normal land food at the palace every time he comes to visit lmfao
gets into horsegirl antics with hazel she NEEDS to know everything the horses have to say. they spend hours gossiping in the stables.
movie nights in the poseidon cabin were 10000% a thing and when he was missing annabeth and thalia and grover (and a few others) would still sleep in there every now and then and talk about how much they miss him :(
percy and beckendorf had the worlds most elaborate handshake
he DOES impulse buy stuff just because they're ocean-themed. stuffed animals, home decor, school supplies, clothes, you name it he bought it if theres like a fish on it
has more scars from crashing off his skateboard than he does from monster attacks
grover is somehow the only person who's ever noticed percy is severely claustrophobic
has a deep passion for adele. I can't explain this one I just feel and know it to be true.
he and annabeth both proposed to each other at the same time and they were SO mad about it they kept yelling over each other's speeches lmao
he can SING but he doesn't know it. sally keeps trying to record him singing to himself but something always happens to the camera and she loses the evidence
called chiron a brony one time and mr d thought it was so funny he was nice to percy for an entire week
the camp keeps trying to convince him to teach sword fighting lessons to the younger kids but he can NOT bring himself to swing a sword at a 9 year old so he keeps getting injured
has the most complicated iced coffee order in the world his go-to local coffee shop finally just put the damn drink on the menu and named it after him
he IS the quiet kid in the back of your math class that always has his hood up to try and hide his headphones and eats increasingly elaborate meals out of his backpack when the teacher isn't looking. one time someone caught him with a rotisserie chicken in the middle of a geometry final.
he argued that he DID have enough to share with the class
currently obsessed with the image of him knocking back a container of sea salt as if it was a shot and his mortal friends being like hey! what the actual fuck! and he's just like uhhhhh anemia kills!
its his birthday<3
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BTS fic recs: August 2024
Hi! Thank you so much for looking at my fic recsâ I truly hope you find something that you havenât read, or something to reread maybe? Please show all of these wonderful authors some love on their original post to let them know they made something wonderful âš
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I want to thank each and every writer on this list for creating such wonderful stories and art - you are truly amazing âš All the fics on this list hold a dear place in my heart đ„č
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If you read anything on this list and you like it, please leave a comment to the writer or reblog the fic, it might seem like a tiny gesture, but it really means a lot for writers and I can guarantee it will put a smile on their facesđ Letâs share and give lots of love!
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[index] â jan | feb (jhs) | mar (myg) | apr | may | jun | jul | đ | sep (jjk)(knj) | oct (pjm) | nov | dec (kth)(ksj) |
Emoji meaning â angst = đ©ïž, smut = đ„”, fluff = đ„°, comedy = đ, yandere = đ, thriller/dark = đ», fantasy = đȘ.Â
âDiscord Discourse: pt1 and pt2 (series; discontinued) @joheunsaram [4k]Â // knj x f.reader // idol!au, internet relationships, s2l, fanfic writer!reader // đ©ïžđ„°
đ Kim Namjoon likes to spend time in a discord server⊠dedicated to him. With new friends and a budding crush, will he ever be able to truly be himself without revealing who he is?
đšïž oh this one is so good! Itâs amazing! The concept and plot is soo funny! I would be scared if this happened to me đ
âYou Set My Heart on Fire: pt1 and pt2 (series; completed) @hayjeon [21k] // knj x f.reader // one night stand, s2l, workplace!au, fireman!Namjoon + paramedic!reader // đ©ïžđ„°đ„”
đ as a surgeon forced to volunteer as a paramedic in the Seoul Fire Department during an unfortunate probation incident, your one and only goal was to get to work, do your thing, and get the hell home and back to your original high-salary job. But when the SFDâs Chief is the incredibly attractive, cocky, and persistent Kim Namjoon, things start to get heated. Â
đšïž holy shit this is amazing đ Namjoon as a firefighter? So fucking hot đ„ oc as a surgeon turned paramedic âš and all the action, the tension, the friends with the whole crew and all the guys??? đ„č Fuck. This one is amazing, another favorite!Â
âShow Me How @imaginationofacrazyfangirl [3.9k] // knj x f.reader // tinder!au, virgin!au // đ„”
đ you swiped right on a nerd, instead you got a Greek God. Or tired of your virginity, you decide to throw caution to the wind and find a hookup on tinder.
đšïž omg this is really amazing! Iâm going to warn you that it ends on a cliffhanger and thereâs no other part to it, but itâs so amazing and itâs worth a read even though youâll 100% be left wanting more đ„čđ Their chemistry is so off the charts and the foreplay is so good đđŸ
âReal Magic @here2bbtstrash [16.7k] // knj x f.reader // christmas!au, workplace!au, single dad!Namjoon // đ„”đ„°
đ the holiday season has never meant anything to you beyond suffering long hours for minimum wage and awaiting the collapse of capitalismâ but this year, youâd be willing to add making out with your dilf coffee shop boss to the list.
đšïž omg this was just so fucking amazing đ„° I love everything about it and the plot was so fluffy đ„ș Namjoon was just so fluffy and I love his kid âš Such a sweet holiday fic, and even if it isnât read around Christmas time it will bring a smile to your face. Itâs truly amazing đŻđ
âSweet Company @remedyx [4.4k]Â // knj x f.reader // coffee shop!au, christmas!au, s2l // đ„°
đ no one should ever have to spend the holidays alone. Coffee makes for better conversation than eggnog anyway.
đšïž ih this was so cute and fluffy with a sprinkle of angst. I really loved the length that Namjoon went through for oc and it was such a sweet gesture đ„č Itâs completely SFW!!!
âLost & Found @l0mljeonjungkook [9.6k]Â // knj x f.reader // single mom!reader, bf2l // đ„°đ„”
đ eight years beside him were nothing but a roller coaster ride. Being a single mother wasn't easy, but your best friend, Kim Namjoon made your way smooth. You never knew you felt something for him until you read his diary, which you weren't supposed to read ever. What will you do, if not only you but Hyeon, your baby, and your best friend Namjoon, wants the same, what you desired for so long?
đšïž this was cute đ„č
âAll Mine @cui-nisi [3.8k] // ksj x f.reader // college!au, fwb, e2l // đ„”
đ with Jin being the student body president, you have to keep your purely sexual relationship on the DL, but what happens when itâs no longer just sexual?
đšïž oh I really liked this one! The tension and energy between oc and Seokjin uffff đ„
âTextbook Love @helenazbmrskai [11.6k] // ksj x f.reader // brotherâs best friend!au, writer!reader, f2l // đ„”đ„°đ©ïž
đ loving your best friendâs brother is forbidden so what is even more forbidden you might ask. Itâs writing smut about him. Can you still remain friends after he discovers your secrets?
đšïž iiihhh, it was so good! âšđ„”
âSmall Tuna Fish @floralseokjin [17.1k] // ksj x f.reader // college!au, f2l // đ„”đ„°
đ Kim Seokjin is a really nice guy. (Not to be confused with a âNice Guyâ). Too nice for someone like you, youâre sure. Which is why youâve been attempting to ignore whatâs going on between you. He couldnât possibly be flirting with you. He couldnât possibly like you. Could he? It the end, it takes one charity car wash event and one â or two, depending on how dirty your mind is â soakings to make things very clear.Â
đšïž damn, this was so funny, sweet and sexy at the same time âšđŻ loved the plot, the car washâthe wetness?? Omg. Everything was so fucking perfect đ
âDream Come True @sugaurora [16.8k] // ksj x f.reader // brotherâs best friend!au, f2l // đ„”đ„°
đ since your brother had warned you years ago that his best friend Seokjin was off limits, youâd only allowed yourself to safely fantasize about him in your dreams. Youâre not sure why tonight his lips feel so much softer and his hands so much warmer than usual, but youâre also not about to complain.
đšïž shit Iâm in love with this đ€§ Itâs so fucking amazing, beautiful, sweet and fluffy. I lived it so much đ đŻ
âWith You @yoonpobs [22.1k] // ksj x f.reader // marriage!au, divorce!au, childhood friends2lovers // đ„”đ„°đ©ïž
đ marrying your childhood best friend was not the love story that most painted it to be. you knew that better than anyone else.
đšïž I really adore stories where the characters undergo emotional development đ„č and these⊠They grow so much, and they even have supportive friends and family đ€§ Jin was a bit of a douche yes but he learned from his mistakes (hopefully keeps at it) and I really loved everything in it đ€§âš I also loved that Jin suggested couples therapy, because I think that would be a big assert for them to achieve a healthier marriage đ„č and when he asked oc on a date, and she went âbut were married?â đ€ also, I really think that going on dates while married is a really good way to keep the marriage alive too đ„°đ I really loved it đŻ
âWarm This Winter @jamaisjoons [51.6k] // ksj x f.reader (ft. ex!jjk) // one night stand, s2l, exes (jjk), christmas!au // đ„”đ„°đ©ïž
đ spending the winter vacation with an ex-boyfriend and his new girlfriend was not something anyone would ever consider doing. spending the winter vacation with both an ex-boyfriend, his new girlfriend, and the one night stand youâd used to try to get over him, well that was a whole other situation that anyone sane would have fled from. and yet, here you are. caught between your best friend (and consequently your ex-boyfriend), and the very same man who youâd fallen into bed with after a night of wallowing in self pity. all while stuck in the picturesquely beautiful - and cruelly romantic - austrian alps. well. at least you can say you had an interesting christmas.
đšïž PERFECTION đŻ This was so fucking incredible, I donât know where to begin⊠I love Jin in this, heâs so fucking funny charming, sweet, kind and witty. Heâs so him. The dynamic between all of the characters was amazing, and the tension and unresolved feelings between oc and Jungkook was so fucking good! I loved all the jealousy too, and then the fading of the jealousy. When things shifted for oc, how Seokjin helped her, and in that, she fell for him đ€§ Such a lovely Christmas story! Thereâs a lot of angst in it, yes, and tension, dear god, the tension is so good đ there humor, happiness, live and friendship. And missed chances, living with consequences đ„čâš IT WAS SO FUCKING GOOD. IF YOU HAVENâT READ IT BEFORE, DO IT NOW, AND IF YOU HAVE, READ IT AGAIN đ
âThe Devil Wears Valentino @orchidyoonkook [10.4k] // myg x f.reader // devil!Yoongi, âfriendsâ to lovers, spooky!au // đ„”đ„°đ©ïžđ»đȘ
đ having known him for yearsâfrom a small mistake on your behalf, and a favour on hisâyouâre one of the only people he seems to be able to put up with for company. Certainly the only one heâs half-way decent with. But whatâs more surprising to you is that despite his name, reputation, and the fact heâs always joked heâd have killed anyone else by this point, is that heâs never once tried to cause you harm. Actually, heâs almostâŠprotective of you. In his own weird way. And obnoxiously flirty.
đšïž there is just so much in this one, and itâs so fucking amazing!!!! Thereâs so much lore, and brilliant storytelling and the writing was just so fucking suberb âš This is hands down one of the best stories Iâve ever read, and Iâm so happy I did and Iâll revisit this story again sometime, because, fuck, it was just soo fucking good!!! đ I think this will be a perfect read at least once a year, preferably around Halloweenâ and then also on Yoongiâs birthday, because đ„” Really, you should read this anything, multiple times! This has really become one of my personal favorites đ
âBy the Time Iâve Figured Out What itâs Worth @ugh-yoongi [20k] // myg x f.reader // musician!Yoongi, est. relationship, marriage!au // đ„”đ„°đ©ïž
đ you used to find comfort in itâlistening to those old songs. the shy sounds of falling in love, the tinkling of a ring in a dish, the inevitable crash and burn. all those songs arenât so comforting anymore, when youâd do anything to keep him and yoongiâs got one foot out the door.
đšïž this was so heartbreakingly good, I donât know where to begin!? Itâs so raw and real, and this is very special to me, because I relate to the plot a lot. It really describes some struggles of marriage and relationships so well, how they handle the tough times! It was such a good read! Is it angsty? Yeah. Did I cry? Yeah. It was just perfection. I was really moved by this. So relatable, raw and realistic. So emotional. So beautiful đ€§đ
âThe Seventh Muse @wwilloww [6.7k] // myg x f.reader // f2l, librarian!au // đ„”đ„°
đ as a writer, your favorite place in the world is the library. But youâre quickly coming to realize that it might not be the books that keep drawing you back, but the handsome, smart librarian who always knows exactly what you need.
đšïž Cute and I really like it đ
âToo High @ysljoon [1.7k] // myg x f.reader x fwb!Hoseok // toxic relationships, ex!Yoongi// đ©ïž
đ you haven't moved on from your ex, can someone else pick up the pieces for you or are you going to keep yourself in the cycle of the failed relationship?
đšïž Oh this was bittersweet đ„ș going back to a guy who hurt you (Iâm guessing emotionally), but heâs your home and comfort đ„ș I can see why OCâs toxic in her behavior, and I feel sad for everyone involved đ€§ The story is really good and itâs very emotional đ
âThree Tangerines (series; ongoing) @kithtaehyung [n/a] // myg x f.reader // fuckboy!yoongi, brotherâs best friend!au, age gap!au // đ©ïžđ„”đ„°
đ Throughout high school, you sometimes caught glimpses of your brotherâs older friends: some of them were sweet, some of them were smart. but the one closest to him? that guy was a total f*ckboy from day one. after a foray of horrid relationships spanning years - ending with one that broke up with you for an alarming reason - you needed advice on what the hell you were doing wrong⊠and this wasnât a conversation for anyone sweet or smart.
đšïž 3tan is back on the list!!! đ„° In case you havenât read the new drabble of 3tan717 âBet Wrongâ please go do it now, itâs so fucking good, sweet and dirty âš
âSwing Life Away @aphrodijin [5.2k] // myg x f.reader // marriage!au, pregnancy!au // đ„”đ„°đ©ïž
đ it's your first anniversary as a married couple but not only did you forget today's special occasion, you also didn't prepare a self-made gift for your husband -- except for the bundle of joy in your womb.
đšïž This was so fucking cute and sweet!! Omg I loved it so much đđŻđ
âMinted (series; ongoing) @/kithtaehyung [9.4k] // myg x f.reader // haegeum!au, gang!au, street king!Yoongi, street cart vendor!reader // đ©ïžđ„”
đ all you do is wake up, sell your fruit on the dusty streets below your flat, and go to sleep. but everything changes when a customer you always look forward to seeing turns out to be dangerous. really, really dangerous.
đšïž Another amazing story from Ryen! This Yoongi is dark and so so interesting. Thereâs a lot of suspense, tension and angst, but itâs so fucking good! Itâs fast paced, and itâs a slow burn at the same timeâ donât ask me how Ryen does that, but itâs perfect! đđ
âNot Interested @sehunpeachy [20k] // jhs x f.reader // e2l, college!au, swim team!au // đ„”đ„°đ©ïžđ
đ nobody has ever succeeded at swooping you off your feet. that is until you become coach assistant for your collegeâs swim team and maybe then, you learn everybody deserves a chance at love.
đšïž wow, wow, wow. Enemies to lovers? đ„” The tension between them was so fucking good, and the fact that it was a swim team??? Ehm hello? It was so wet, juicy and perfect!!! I loved everything in it (it was also witty and funny!) âšđŻ
âAfter Hours @yminie [5.3k] // jhs x f.reader // retail!au, workplace!au, manager!hoseok // đ„”
đ itâs no secret your manager is very, very good looking. So what can be expected of you when you spend one too many nights locked up on your own with him?
đšïž manager Hoseok? I would not be able to function at work đ„” it was so hooooot âš
âStop Being so Cute @thatmultifandomhoe [3.4k] // jhs x f.reader // coffee shop!au, s2l // đ„°
đ intentionally left blank by the author.
đšïž this was so cute đ„čđ
âGone Wild @johobi [6.5k] // jhs x f.reader // bf2l, fwb, roommate!au // đ„”
đ Hoseok consumes porn like he does Cheetos: in unhealthily large amounts. Heâs seen, and jacked off to, most things imaginable. But there are those photos that always draw him backâŠÂ
đšïž fuck. Fuck. Fuck. It was so amazing âšđŻ The tension?? So high and hot! The smut? I donât know where to begin?? đ„”
âMe & You @/jamaisjoons [6.5k] // jhs x f.reader // bf2l // đ„”đ©ïžđ„°
đ your relationship with your best friend has always been strange - especially since you started as friends with benefits.Â
đšïž this was so fucking hot Iâm going KAVSVDBAKAVFK đ€§
âFake Love @aquaminwrites [16.2k] // jhs x f.reader // fake dating!au, christmas!au, e2l // đ„”
đ every year, your family spends the holidays at your parentsâ cottage in the country. Freshly single and not wanting to be picked apart by your family for being alone, you decide to recruit one of your friends to pretend to be your boyfriend. The only available volunteer? Your brother Namjoonâs roommate, Hoseok. Only problem? He absolutely hates your guts.Â
đšïž I just love Christmas stories, and then you add a fake relationship, only one bed and enemies and brotherâs best friend??? Hello. It was awesome, thank you very much âš I really loved it đ so, so good! đŻ
âPotent Pink (series; discontinued) @dntaewithluv [6.9k]Â // pjm x f.reader // neighbor!au, fuckboy!au // đ„°đ©ïžđ
đ the first time you see Park Jimin youâre instantly entranced by him. And it turns out he lives in the apartment next to the one youâre moving into, so even better heâs your hot neighbor. When the previous tenant confesses to you that he was the best hook up she ever had, youâre that much more intrigued. The first time you meet him, however, youâre deciding immediately that you hate him and want to stay as far away from him as possible. Jimin is determined to be a constant in your life though, and he definitely is that. Both a constant flirt and a constant pain in your ass. Is a ruined second impression enough to prevent you from ever giving him a second chance?
đšïž it was so good! And I feel like I want to know so much more about why Jungkook doesnât like Jimin, why heâs saying not to invite him into OCâs life. It was such a good prologue! đ„č Sadly it hasnât been updated, so Iâll make this as a discontinued series⊠But I still think itâs worth a read because both the writing and the story was so good đâš
âMismatched Pages: pt1 and pt2 (series; discontinued) @knjoodles [1.2k + 4.2k]Â // pjm x f.reader // university!au, writer!au // đ„°đ©ïž
đ you love writing. itâs your passion, itâs what you dream to do forever. up until you find out the guy you really like also happens to be the guy whoâs stealing your ideas. then it sucks.
đšïž this was really cute đ„č it hasnât been updated after chapter two, so I assume that itâs discontinued. I really like the plot though!!! đ
âBlooming Days @bluekyun [15.3k] // pjm x f.reader // university!au, bf2l, pregnancy!au // đ„°đ©ïžđ„”đ
đ a typical night for you begins at the library in your favorite chair underneath the lamp in the corner, only to be picked up at 3am by your best friend, Jimin. Despite having slept over in his room several times before, this certain night in Sigma house leads to far more than you ever imagined. But what is to come of your friendship once you reveal those two little lines that will change your lives forever?
đšïž ahhhh this was so cute, lovely, fluffy and funny! It was also sprinkled with a bit of angst that made me tear up and scared for a moment đ„ș but the ending was happy đ„° I really loved it đđŻ
âTonight @pjmparadise [6.5k] // pjm x f.reader // idol!au, s2l // đ„°đ©ïž
đ during a visit to New York, Jimin stops in front of a bar in passing and takes notice of you inside; lonely, gloomy, and so beautiful. Heâs immediately drawn to you and canât shake the image of you. He returns later that night, hoping he can still meet you. But will you feel the same way?
đšïž this was cute đ„č And for some reason, this felt very âwhoâ coded đ„č really fluffy but itâs a bit bittersweet, but hopeful ending! I really loved it đ
âNever Falling + Forever Falling + Free Falling @yoonia [21k + 30.5k + 22k] // pjm x f.reader // e2l, singer!Jimin, non-idol!au, workplace!au, assistant!reader // đ©ïžđ„”
đ for Park Jimin, you are everything he will ever needâhis assistant, his housekeeper, his task runner, his fairy godmother. For you, he is more than everything. You have dedicated your life for him and, before you even realised it, your heart belongs to him alone. The only problem is that he is never yours, and you are living in a world that your love for him is nothing more than a fairytale ending. As you are suddenly given a chance to wake up and face the real world, will you be ready to embrace it? Will he be ready to deal with the world without you in it?
đšïž this has been on my trl for forever, and then, it was only a one-shot, so color me pleased and pleasantly surprised to find out that this is now a freaking trilogy đ€Żâš I loved everything in it, and itâs so fucking amazingâ if you have not already read it, you are certainly missing out! This is definitely one of my all time favorites đ
âEldorado @smoochkooks [38k] // pjm x f.reader // gold diggers!au, e2l, slowburn, adventure!au // đ„°đ©ïžđ„”
đ not all that glitters is gold but you, qualified gold digger, carrying on your back immense experience acquired all around the globe, came to the city of el paso del conte with one goal in your mind: to hit the jackpot of the eldorado of Texas. and nothing, no tragedies and adversities will stop you from pursuing it. but in every fairytale-like, too-good-to-be-true story, thereâs a catch. this time, it comes in the name of park jimin, annoyingly handsome archeologist, your sworn enemy and biggest rival.Â
đšïž this has been on my trl list for some many fucking years đ well, I finally got to read it! And it was amazing, it was so fucking funny! Filled with witty banter, jokes and stereotypical jokes đ World building was so good too! And the smut? Fire đ„” I really loved it đđŻ
âBackseat Serenade @jungkxook [10.7k]Â // kth x f.reader // est. relationship, band!au, brotherâs best friend, punk!Taehyung // đ„”
đ falling in love and having weekly sex with kim taehyung is wrong for a number of reasons â and, no, thatâs not including the whole other issue that heâs also your brotherâs best friend
đšïž This was so fucking amazing đ„”đâš
âAny Way You Want It @noteguk [6.6k] // kth x f.reader // childhood bf to lovers // đ„”đ„°
đ in which your best friend, Taehyung, finds out about your unsatisfying sexual experiences and decides to put an end to that track record himself.Â
đšïž fuck this was so cute, and fuck the smut was so hot đ„”âšđŻ
âSupernova @whatifyoulivelikethat [n/a] // kth x f.reader // bf2l // đ„”đ
đ Kim Taehyung is your best friend. Considering him as anything more was asking for a collapsed relationship. You two were just two points in the sky, side by side, always shining together. Stars arenât meant to collide, right?Â
đšïž ĂANFBGĂSB. Yep. Speechless. It was so hot! Amazing! And funny too âšđ
âRent-a-BoyfriendTM + drabble @jimlingss [12k] // kth x f.reader // s2l, fake dating!au // đđ„°
đ left intentionally blank by the author.
đšïž fuck this was so freaking cute and fluffy with a small sprinkle of angst. Perfection đđŸ đ„°đŻ
âThe Assistant: pt1 and pt2 (series; completed) @lavienjin [3.8k] // kth x f.reader // workplace!au, assistant!Taehyung, boss!reader // đ„”đ©ïž
đ Kim Taehyung is your assistant and moonlights as a masseuse in the evening. When you came to the office the morning after a bad date, all you wanted is his hands all over your body.
đšïž really liked this one âšđ
âLovestruck @seokstrivia [9k] // kth x f.reader // jock!au, s2l, slowburn // đ„”đ„°
đ it was love at first sight, however, what you had imagined was very different from real life. In other words, Kim Taehyung didnât know you existed.
đšïž cute, cute, cute đ„°
âChasing Cars (series; completed) @oddinary4bts [218.5k] // jjk x f.reader // brotherâs best friend!au, forbidden love!au, college!au, slice of life!au // đ„”đ©ïžđ„°
đ when your brother goes to study on a semester abroad, your life collides with his best friend Jeon Jungkook, who's coincidentally your roommate. Will you survive the collision, or will you crumble into dust?
đšïž the series are completed! I still need to read the last chapter, but it's so fucking good đ If you haven't read this one yet, you really should, and remember to read all the drabbles from JK's pov for each chapter âš
âBottle Up Old Love @wintaerbaer [4.6k] // jjk x f.reader // exes to lovers // đ„”đ©ïžđ„°
đ Jungkook may have broken up with you a year ago, but that's not going to stop him from coming to your rescue when he sees you being cornered by a creep.
đšïž aaaaaaah this was so good! The smut, the plot (JK is protective and I love it), I really loved everything about this âšđŻ
âHold Me Close + Hold Me Closer @ahundredtimesover [22.6k] // jjk x f.reader // brotherâs best friend!au // đ„”đ©ïžđ„°
đ when Jimin hits a crisis, he enlists the help of his older sister - you - and his best friend, Jungkook, to put the pieces back again. That proves to be difficult when 1) Jiminâs a brat and a certified pain in the ass, and 2) Jungkook has grown and suddenly, you canât keep your eyes off him.
đšïž omg this was so fucking amazing đâš The characters are amazing in this, thereâs cute backstory, details and the sibling bond is top tier, and the chemistry between oc and Jungkook is so fucking good! The tension is perfect and I love the slow burn đ„° I feel this was also a bit on the existential side, which I really love. Like the dialogue had me thinking about my own life! I love when that happens! And it was so fun reading about siblings, and Iâm missing my own baby sister right now. Anyway, it was exceptionally good! Amazing! đŻ And thereâs a mention of Jungkookâs glazed potato incident you canât miss! It was so fun (both this and the run episode đ). Canât recommend this one enough!!
âRight Here @namluve [13k] // jjk x f.reader // 90âs!au, high school!au, fwb to lovers // đ„”đ©ïžđ„°
đ you had always been a part of the plastics and he was born on the wrong side of town. what happens when your worlds collide, and you realize that he is the only one in your life thatâs not fake?Â
đšïž omg this was so heartbreakingly sad đđđđ It was beautiful, and I loved it, donât get me wrong, but Iâm so sad đ that ending đ€§
â(Un)welcomed Addition @shuadotcom [9k]Â // jjk x f.reader // neighbors!au, fuckboy!au // đ©ïžđ„°
đ after a drunken one night stand with your neighbor, you have your reasons for wanting to forget it ever happened and never talk to him again. Unfortunately, Jungkook wins the award for the worldâs worst neighbor so his 3 am wakeup calls and mail stealing have you banging at his door on an almost weekly basis. You just want to make it to the end of your lease so you can leave all the traces of the fuckboy next door behindâŠunless your feelings get in the way of course.
đšïž it was funny and cute! I really liked it and there is a plot twist in there that I wonât spoil! âš
âJump Then Fall (Into You): pt1 + pt2 + pt3 (one-shot; completed) @writtenwhalien [52k] // jjk x f.reader // bf2l, cruise!au, fake dating!au // đ©ïžđ„°đ„”
đ bringing Jungkook along as your date to your exâs lavish cruise wedding seemed like a perfect idea at first â all of your family and close friends together, nothing can go wrong⊠then Jungkookâs ex shows up and all of a sudden youâre in a years long relationship with him. You donât mind though, really, how hard can sharing a cabin and pretending to be deeply in love with your best friend really be?
đšïž this story is so fucking good! I love everything in it, and the characters are so good and detailed (even the minor characters!!!). This is totally a new all time favorite of mine đ
âDragonheart (ongoing series) @captain-joongz [22.1k+] // ot7 x f.reader // dragon rider!au, high fantasy!au, e2l // đ„”đ©ïžđ„°đ
đ the Gong-li Empire has been on the peak of its power for a little over a millenium, and there was a very simple reason for that - dragonkind. When the first emperor of the Li Dynasty struck a deal with a witch that would allow him to bind dragons to the crown and force them into obedience, it was the beginning of its reign of terror and the end of freedom for creatures as old as nature itself. Now, a woman hoping to change everything enters the ranks of the elite dragon rider unit among the imperial army and meets seven men that not only change her life, but help her change the fate of the whole world.
đšïž this is so fucking amazing; thereâs a lot of lore to dig into, the characters are good and funny. The storytelling is so good too! I canât wait to read more of this one âš If you love fantasy and dragons, Iâm sure youâll love this one đ
âEnd of the World: a Flickering Hope + Drabble + Epilogue [4k + 1.2k + 0.9k] // myg x f.reader // s2l, apocalypse!au // đ„”đ„°đđ©ïžđ»
đ your government has been telling you to prepare for war, just as a precaution given the recent political changes around your country. Did you listen and prepare? No. Are you paying the price now, friends all but gone, and your city burned to pieces? Yes. Survival instincts kicking in, you search for a place to rest, nourish your battered and hungry body, only to find yourself at the porch of a stranger. Will he help you, or leave you to your own demise?Â
âWhalien52 [10.6k] // pjm x f.reader // s2l, dystopian!au // đ©ïžđ„”đ»
đ youâve been working for the New World Order as an assassin for years, guarding secrets without batting an eye or asking questions. But when a striking pink haired man shows up at the headquarters stealing information, he makes you question everything. With all of humanity at stake, what will you do?Â
âWhen It Sinks In [13.1k] // ksj x f.reader // est. relationship, mermaid!au, amnesia romance // đ„”đȘđ„°đ©ïž
đ life as a mermaid is wonderful, especially when your merman boyfriend, Seokjin, treats you just right. But youâre beginning to recall memories that you donât think are yours from life on landâ from a past life maybe? When you do realize that the memories are in fact your own, the world comes tumbling down around you, questioning your very existence. Are you even a real mermaid?
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Backfire
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Summary: You should have known better than to make Astarion jealous, and now you are left to deal with the consequences.
Pairing: Astarion x female!Tav
Warnings: 18+. Jealous/Possessive Astarion. Orgasm denial. Fingering. Edging. PiV. Creampie. Knife (dagger) play. Body worship. Innuendo.
Word count: 3.4k
You vaguely wondered how long it would take to set Astarion off.
He was glancing at you from across the camp, leaning against an oak tree as he twirled a dagger in between his masterful fingers.
The fluid motion broke your concentration for a moment.
A faint smile tugged at the corner of his mouth and you quickly realised he was aware of your attempts.
Shit.
So much for subtlety.
Maybe you should have picked Wyll to test his jealousy as you reckoned it would have been more effective.
But now it was too late.
You feigned innocence as you patted Gale's arm, mindlessly nodding as he happily explained the intricacies of a chicken broth that he was preparing for later.
âSee, the essence of this dish lies in getting the proper ingredients,â he went on, dipping the ladle into the steaming pot and stirring it gently before bringing it to his lips. âHmm. Definitely lacking something, as I suspected.â
âReally? It smells very pleasant,â you said truthfully as the soft breeze wafted the delectable fragrance your way.
Gale raised one finger. âMushrooms.â
âWhat?â
He nodded. âIt requires a touch of mushrooms to fully bring out its flavour.â
You patted his shoulder with a warm smile. âIâm sure we can do without it.â
But Galeâs enthusiasm immediately wavered, his brows sinking. âAbsolutely not. We require a proper meal and a proper meal is what I shall provide.â
Oh.
He stirred the broth again before rummaging through a satchel at his feet. âWell, I donât suppose you could fetch me a few?â
Glancing over your shoulder, you found that Astarion had vanished.
Shit.
Your plan shattered into pieces as the object of your teasing was nowhere to be seen.
âCould you?â
Galeâs voice snapped you out of your frustration and you found yourself frowning slightly. âWhat do you mean?â
âI need some mushrooms, my friend.â
Your frown deepened, but you really had no choice now and a refusal would most likely break his heart.
âWhere can I find them?â
Gale beamed with a wide grin. âI spotted a few on the side of the road and near some trees as we were setting up camp. I was foolish enough not to pick them and now Iâm burdening you.â
You shrugged with a sigh. âItâs no bother. I was the one who asked you to teach me some of your cooking tricks.
âAh! You should have trained to become a wizard,â he said with an approving nod. âA hungry stomach and an equally hungry mind.â
As much as you wished to return his enthusiasm, you couldnât help but to feel annoyed at yourself for the appalling attempt at riling Astarion up.
Maybe he had seen right through it and merely walked off, probably chuckling.
But maybe you had stirred something inside him that ultimately caused him to leave.
Maybe.
Hopefully.
You followed Galeâs instructions, nearing a forest area, shaded from the sun as the canopies of the surrounding trees grew denser and branches intertwined with each other above you.
It didnât take you long to spot a conglomerate of a few rounded caps by the protruding roots of a large and thick oak tree.
Unsheathing your dagger, you squatted down and began dicing through the spongy stalks.
You were halfway through your task, when you felt the cold press of metal resting on the side of your neck, freezing you in place.
A smile crept across your face.
âI donât suppose you value your life enough if itâs this easy to sneak up on you.â The blade moved upwards and along your jaw, causing you to turn your head. âDarling.â
You flinched away from Astarionâs grasp and both of you rose to your feet in an instant.
âI doubt any foe would be as delicate as you should they intend to truly harm me.â
He twirled his dagger, offering a devious smile. âPoint taken.â
As expected, praising him always did wonders.Â
And it was absolutely true and equally expected that a skilled rogue could move in the shadows with unmatched prowess.Â
But then, the mood shifted as he deepened his smile. âWhat were you doing back there with Gale?â
Oh?
You cleared your throat, sheathing your blade once again at your hip. âI was merely observing his cooking skills.â
He took a step in your direction.
âWere you, now?â
âYes.â
He scoffed. âYouâre not as subtle as you think you are, darling.â
You allowed yourself to move back with each step he took. âAnd youâre not as perceptive as you think you are.â
âYou werenât trying to deliberately make me jealous, were you?â
You shook your head, feeling your heart drumming hastily in your chest.
Astarionâs feet only came to a brief halt once your back hit the rough surface of the tree trunk behind you, effectively rendering you immobile.
âAre you sure?â
âYes.â
A shameless lie that he immediately tackled. âA lousy liar whoâs even worse at vexing me,â he tutted before pressing one knee right in between your legs. âI taught you better than this.â
The air in your lungs stilled momentarily as his arms were now on either side of your head, caging you.Â
âGale was the one offering his teachings.â
He dropped one hand below your chin, tapping it teasingly with the side of his blade and tilting your head back. âPlease. I highly doubt that dullard could offer anything of value where it really counts.â
âAstarionâŠâ you drawled in delight. âAre you actually jealous?â
His brows furrowed together. âObviously not.â
Inside, you were thoroughly enjoying how your fleeting attempt had indeed been successful, despite Astarionâs denial.
You could see it in his narrowed crimson eyes and how the faintest of scowls deepened the lines on his handsome face.
That stroked your ego in a way that almost made you shudder.
You tried to ignore how he was now pressing his knee harder.
His lips almost brushed against your and, for a split second, you thought he was going to kiss you, but he tipped his head to the side and you felt his cold touch on your cheek.
A shiver ran down your spine and you gripped his arms.
âWhat are you doing?â
He chuckled. âShowing you what really counts.â
âAnd what is that?â you asked, words coming out shaky.
Astarion adored taunting you with words, but he excelled at rendering you speechless with his skilled touch.Â
So it came as no surprise when eventually sheathed his blade and had his hand tug your shirt free from the waistband of your trousers, sliding his hand underneath.
This was bad for you.
Terrible, in fact.
He had the upper hand.
And he fucking knew it.
His fingers brushed along your lower abdomen and his voice was raspy in your ear. âIf I slide my hand inside⊠what will I find?â
Your body was too used to him by now to the point that he could have you throbbing for him with little effort.
The knee dropped and you almost whined at the loss of friction against your swelling clit.
âAnswer me,â he said, tugging at the waistband.
You swallowed. âNothing muchâŠâ
Was there even a point in deceiving him now?Â
Expert fingers tugged at the lacings, loosening the fabric just enough for him to be able to slip underneath, his fingertips gently gliding in between your folds, avoiding your clit altogether.Â
But you were wet enough to draw a pleased grunt from him.âWhat is this, then?â
You gasped, involuntarily clenching around nothing and feeling a gush of wetness spilling as your body reacted in anticipation.
âUse your fingers properly and find out.â
Your taunt didnât go amiss. âMaybe an apology is in order,â he said, arrogance dripping from each word. âIt seems that your foolish attempt at making me jealous has backfired.â
Much to your frustration, your hips rolled into his touch, silently wishing he would stop avoiding your swell.
âHow has it backfired?â you managed to say as one finger teased your entrance.
He ignored your question and began trailing kisses along your jawline, his other hand working hurriedly at the front of your shirt.
Of course.
You knew all too well that youâd feel his cock hard enough if he was already this eager to expose your breasts.
One by one, he undid each lacing, and he pulled back just enough for his gaze to drop as the fabric parted and he gently pulled down the binding that held your chest in place.
Your nipples quickly hardened and you rolled your hips once more, causing one of his fingers to slide inside.
He hadnât intended for that to happen, but he was so transfixed with your breasts that he was caught off guard.
It was the vicious clenches around his finger that snapped him out of it and his lustful eyes met yours. âGive me one reason not to slide out of you.â
You smiled in between gasps as he sank deep inside. âShould I ask Gale what heâd do in your position, then?â
And just like that, Astarion snapped.
A second finger slithered past your tightness and he brought his lips to your ear. âCareful, darling. Choose your words wisely or youâll be riding your own mage hand instead.â
Oh, this was delicious.
Astarion was visibly annoyed and it did wonders to your confidence.Â
It wasnât easy to get him all worked up, but it only fueled your ego and made you quicken the pace.
Your whimpers increased in intensity and you looped your arms around his neck for added support, lifting one leg to wrap around his waist. The new angle allowed him to go knuckle-deep and you shuddered as his strained erection pressed against his hand nudged him even deeper.
He groaned first, clearly enjoying the newfound friction, and you clenched hard at how his face twisted in pleasure.
âLook over my shoulder,â he suddenly said, his half-hooded eyes finding yours.
Somehow, and in between each roll of your hips, you complied, realising just how close to camp you truly were. Close enough to make out the silhouette of Shadowheart who was now at Galeâs side as he worked on his broth, probably wondering what was taking you so long to bring him some mushrooms.
âWhat about it?â you asked, a bit louder than intended when he sank all the way in once more.
His lips brushed against yours this time, dragging his fingers back as you clenched desperately around him. âYou either keep it down or weâll have an audience soon enough.â
âWould you mind?â
He stilled abruptly.Â
âWhat? Having Gale hear you coming undone for me?â he taunted as you tried to have him back inside, your hips following his retreating hand. âThat he would soon realise he could never provide such bliss to his lover?â
You whined in responde, frustrated that you were now faced with an agonising emptiness.
âSee, darling,â he continued, sliding one finger back inside, but not quite deep enough to fully satisfy you. âI can be quite generous when I want to.â
âBut what?â you groaned, trying to have him sink deeper to no avail.
There was always a âbutâ.
He placed a kiss to the corner of your mouth before pulling back. âBut I am not willing to share your cries of pleasure with anyone else.â
âThen silence me.â
The most devious grin settled on his face and you knew you had just offered a challenge he would gladly take.
And with his other hand, you watched as he brought the handle of his dagger close to your lips.
âOpen.â
Your eyes widened and your heart immediately skipped a beat. âAstarionâŠâ
âAs much as Iâd love to have your lips wrapped around my cock,â he said with a click of his tongue, parting your lips for him. âI am more interested in finding out how quiet my dagger can make you.â
You clenched around him so fiercely he actually growled.
Your teeth sank into the handle and you readied yourself for what was to come.
Astarion trailed your lower lip affectionately as it wrapped around the leather wrappings and a second finger joined the first, the heel of his palm rubbing against your clit as he pumped in and out, never breaking eye contact with you.
The moans and whimpers and gasps that slipped from you were being effectively muffled and you were thankful he had decided to silence you this way, because when the third finger nudged at your entrance, you could only roll your eyes shut as your bit hard around his dagger.
âSurely you can take one more,â he teased, his voice low.
You eagerly nodded, rolling your hips into him, knowing you were more than ready for the added thickness.
It slid inside painfully slowly and the stretch had you gasping and nearly dropping his dagger, which he promptly secured in place.
âNow, I know itâs not as thick as my cock, but I am sure you can keep those pretty lips wrapped around it,â he taunted.
You groaned with a nod eager to please.
Eager to come undone for him.
The combination of being so full of him and how he allowed you to rub your clit on his palm was too much. The lewd sounds were almost too obscene and you gripped both hands together, holding onto the remainder of the sanity you had left.
For a brief moment, he allowed you to ride three of his fingers, giving you the illusion that youâd reach your peak easily and rather quickly.
But Astarion wasnât forgiving even if he had been rather generous thus far.Â
And you should have known that your actions would have consequences.
His generosity came to an abrupt halt just as you felt the familiar coil down below becoming more and more overwhelming, your body quickly reaching the point of no return.
Your gasps were now becoming more erratic and you were visibly struggling to keep a hold of the dagger in your mouth.
And then you felt a painful emptiness as he pulled out from you at once.
He chuckled when you groaned in sheer frustration, not allowing you to spit the dagger out and curse him to the Nine Hells.
You felt the urge to cry as he denied you from reaching your high, your hips still moving on their own accord in the hopes of finding his fingers again.
âNow, now,â he tutted, caressing your flushed cheek with his thumb, a single tear streaming down your face. âYou didnât think I would be that generous, did you?âÂ
Fuck you!
Your words came out muffled, but he understood enough to continue his taunt. âI know you want to, but not before I have some assurances first.â
Impatience took over you, but you managed to arch an inquisitive brow at him.
He pressed his lips where his thumb had been, kissing your tear away. âTell me no one can make you feel like this.â
Your eyes widened once more as he pulled the dagger from your teetering teeth.
âIâm all pointy ears, love,â he urged, meeting your eyes. âGo on.â
Astarion adored being praised, but this was just cruel.
Your teasing hadnât been solid enough to warrant such punishment. You had been so close to your peakâŠÂ
âAstarionâŠâ
He shook his head with a frown. âNo, no, no. You do not get âcuddly and sweet Astarionâ after what youâve pulled, sweetheart.â
Your hands came to grip his shoulders almost pleadingly, but you knew you had no other choice if you were to reach your climax anytime soon.
âNo one can⊠no oneâŠâ you whispered, your voice cracking.
But he wasnât satisfied.
Of course he wasnât.
It took more than that to fill his ego.
âIâve ruined you for anyone else,â he said with an intense smile. âYou know that, donât you?â
You immediately nodded, fully agreeing and not out of despair.
âCan you be good for me, then?â
Another nod as you tried to nudge him closer with the leg wrapped around his waist just to prove your point.
âYour pleasure is mine,â he said, bringing the handle of his dagger back to your lips and, this time, you quickly wrapped them around it. âMy pleasure is yours.â
He removed his hand from inside your trousers and he pushed your leg down so he could tug them down your legs to give him better access.
Once you had slipped out of them, he eagerly wrapped you around his waist as he tugged at the front of his own trousers, until he freed his cock.
You gave it a quick glance, pleased to find the tip glistening with precum.
âBite down hard, darling,â he warned, aligning you with him. âI know you adore how my cock stretches you.â
You did as you were told and he sank into you in one swift thrust of his hips.
He was all the way in and your back arched as he steadied you with both hands.
The first clenches around his cock made him mumble a string of curses as he tried to adjust to your tightness.
It didnât take long for him to set the pace, slowly fucking you against the oak tree.
You werenât going to last long from this new angle, and neither was he. It would be rather easy to get him to lose all control if you lost yours first. Astarion was rarely able to withstand your contractions as you rode out your climax.
His eyes were locked on yours, but something caught your attention.
Suddenly, your hazy eyes managed to focus on the camp nearby and you watched as someone seemed to be approaching in the distance.
Oh⊠fuckâŠ
Was it Gale?
No.
It was Wyll.
You clenched around him almost panicking, until you realised he wasnât coming any closer and had simply taken a turn down the hill, waving at Gale.
Your mind was too overtaken by how his cock felt inside you to care about the context of that exchange.Â
Having Astarion being so eager to prove you that no one else could fuck you this way, had you undulating your body against his, always making sure he could bure himself fully inside you with each thrust.
Oh.
You were too close.
âEyes on me,â he hissed, punctuating each word with a snap of his hips.
Dangerously close.
Especially when you met his crimson eyes again.
And you almost topped over the edge at once when you saw him doing something you had never witnessed before.
He finally broke eye contact and his gaze was once again on your breasts and hardened nipples.
And thenâŠ
With his free hand, he pulled his own shirt up the length of his body, securing the hem in between his own teeth, fangs digging into the fabric.
WhatâŠ
He wrapped his arm around your torso and pulled you into him, your breasts pressed against him. The sight was breathtaking as you felt your nipples rub briefly against his, earning a guttural groan from him.
Astarion allowed you to sink all the way down his cock and you could no longer hold back the intense wave of pleasure that came crashing down as you felt his balls pressed against you.
You were biting down so fiercely on the handle of his dagger, you feared youd snap it in half as your first contractions tore through your body.
He pressed your back hard against the tree, and with a final grunt into the crook of your neck, he began spilling inside you, allowing you to squeeze his cum with each of your rhythmic clenches.
You clawed at the back of his shirt, feeling your mind blank as you came down from the overwhelming height of your pleasure mixed with his.
It was hard to steady your breaths and you werenât sure you had ever come this hard in your life, but it felt like a shared sentiment as Astarion remained buried inside you even when his cum began to spill and drip.
The dagger fell to the ground and you gasped for air, wrapping your arms around his neck and pressing a soft kiss to the side of his head through his messy curls.
âGodsâŠâ he eventually groaned, showing no intention of pulling out.Â
You grunted in agreement, caressing his damp hair.
âShould I tease you again?â you almost chuckled in between heated pants. âWyll next?â
He pulled back and shot you a murderous glare. âDonât you dareâŠâ
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â DADZAI?? â
DAD!Dazai Osamu X MUM!Reader
WC: 1k+ | WARNINGS: x fem reader, reader is a mother, dazai is a father, you both have a daughter, ooc dazai? + more
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đžđŹđ°đžđźđŻ :: hihihi!!! this idea has been stuck in my head for the longest time, And I absolutely love ur writing style!!!!!!!! So Iâm wondering if itâs possible for you to write a dadzai x fem!reader and he has a little daughter!! Thank u!!! - ANON
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Dazai would be the ultimate playful dad. He'd constantly come up with games to entertain his daughter, he'd let her win every time! he doesn't love to see his little princess sad, he wants her happy all the time. No tears around here!
Dazaiâs teasing extends to both you and your daughter. Heâd affectionately poke fun at the little things, like when his daughter mispronounces words or when youâre caught being overly serious.
Dazai is very protective of the both of you, your his only family, your his wife, and she's his daughter. He makes sure everything is secure, he doesn't want either of you in danger, he's always looking out for the threats, especially considering what his last job was.
Dazai would constantly shower his daughter with affection, but in the most chaotic way possible. Imagine him picking her up and spinning her around until sheâs dizzy with laughter, or carrying her on his shoulders >.<
After your daughter goes to bed, Dazai loves having lovey-dovey moments with you, kissing you, hugging you, teasing you, having sex with you, he loves you all.
Dazai always be thinking of spontaneous adventures to take you and your daughter on (yes he will avoid work by doing this, he's hitting two birds with one stone) loves to watch his little girl play on the playground, making sandcastles but he glares at any boys who goes up to her.
Protective Dazai! GLARES AT THE LITTLE BOYS WHO WALK UP TO HIS LITTLE PRINCESS đđđŒ
Dazaiâs attempts at teaching his daughter important life lessons would often be... unorthodox. Heâd tell her bizarre metaphors or use strange examples... when she's older, in her teen years, she starts talking about a double suicide as well...
When his daughter comes home with school projects or arts and crafts, Dazai gets surprisingly into it. Heâd help her build the most elaborate school project.
As much as he wants to shelter his daughter, Dazai also believes in giving her independence to explore the world. He trusts that with both of your guidance, sheâll grow into someone independent.
BEDTIME STORIES!! DAZAI LOVES PULLING GUNNY VOICES WHILE READING HIS PRINCESS A STORY! Heâd act out characters, make exaggerated voices, and then cuddle up with her until she falls asleep, her tiny hand clutching his đ„ș
Dazai and your daughter would often conspire against you in the cutest of ways, like pretending to plan a prank or plotting a surprise just to make you laugh.
Now.... Beast!Dazai as a father...
Dazai would soften in front of his daughter, would absolutely never get mad, never yell, none of that. He is incredibly protective of the both of you, almost to the point where he is paranoid because he's scared something might happen to you and his little princess.
Though heâs a feared man in the underworld, when heâs home, heâs a completely different person with his daughter. Heâll play peek-a-boo, help her chase butterflies, and allow her to style his hair (which is why he often has bows or clips in his hair when you come home)
Heâs big on teaching his daughter how to read people and situations. Even from a young age, heâll subtly point out things like body language, tone of voice, and how to trust her instincts. He wants her to be sharp and never get hurt, he doesn't want her to suffer in a world like his
Dazai spoils you both, bringing back gifts with him after missions, flowers, toys, all of that. He loves to see his girls happy.
On nights where he canât sleep (which is often), youâll find him in his daughterâs room, quietly watching her sleep (NOT IN A CREEPY WAY LAMFOBSOJBVLS) Sometimes, heâll hum lullabies from his childhood to soothe himself as much as his daughter.
You are the one person who keeps Dazai grounded. While his daughter melts his heart, you provide him with emotional stability. Heâll confide in you about his fears of failing as a father, or anything, because he knows you're there to help him, to help him do teh right things, reassure him, telling him that he's doing the best.
Dazai trains his daughter in self defense. He doesn't want her involved in the mafia, he just wants her to be able to protect herself. He only does it when his pretty wifey isn't home though... he doesn't want to get scolded for you catching him teaching her how to wield and shoot a gun
Family nights every night! Dazai never knows when his last night will be so he makes you eat together, watch a movie, reading a story to his daughter every night without a fail because he chesrishes these moments so much.
Dazai isnât big on over-the-top displays of affection in public, but when itâs just you and him, heâll wrap his arms around you, especially when heâs feeling vulnerable. Heâll kiss your forehead or play with your hair.
Dazai would raise his daughter to be independent. Heâll often praise her when she tries to solve problems on her own, even if itâs just something as small as putting her toys away. He wants her to grow up capable, strong enough so a man doesn't need to provide for her (even if shes an adult, dazai will never approve of a man with her)
Though Dazai is laid-back around you, once his daughter starts showing affection to other male figures, whether it's an innocent crush or just bonding with a friend, heâll get hilariously overprotective. Youâd have to reassure him that his little girl isnât going anywhere đđđŒ
He has a habit of giving his daughter cute nicknames, princess, my little girl, my little princess!
Dazai occasionally fears that he wonât be a good father because of his past and the world heâs still involved in. But you remind him that heâs doing his best, and the love he has for both you and his daughter is more than enough to prove heâs a great dad.
Dazai has a hidden soft spot for his family (obviously). You often catch him staring at both of you with a soft, almost melancholic smile, as if he canât believe heâs found something so pure and worth protecting.
Do not copy, steal, modify, etc. Relogs and like are appreciated.
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DENI!!! i've been a little bit out of here đŁđŁ but i received the notif of your post......... the soft thought ( more like domestic details, which i love ) is painting hyune's nails. you do not know how to properly do it, because the nail polish always lands on the skin surrounding the nail, and even if you try to do a desing, like a little flower w a couple of points, it ends up all messed up. imagine a quiet afternoon, after watching some tv show, all cozy and warm, and he offers you his nails to practise a little bit. even if you mess it up again, he might actually paint yours and try to follow the same messed up pattern to go matching đ„ș
âș đč . genre: fluff and even more fluff!!
âș đč . a/n: MARS!! i wrote this in one go, istg this is the cutest idea ever :( thank you for helping me and letting me write soft hyune fluff, this fixed me fr. i hope you enjoy, my love <333
âCan I do it?â You ask, eyeing his clean nails as Hyunjin reaches up to fix his face mask before doing the same with yours, making sure neither of your headbands fell too low on your foreheads.
âHm?â He hums, smoothing the thin layer of the sheet mask on your already smooth skin, smiling once your eyes meet. âDo what?â
âYour nails.â You nod towards them, catching one of his hands and bringing it to your lips to peck the back of it, much to his displeasure as the action moves the mask around your face awkwardly. Even so, he was so close to you on the tiny couch that you could feel his heart beating wildly, betraying his true feelings.
Hyunjin tries not to smile too brightly as he nods, fondness clear as day in brown eyes even in the dim light of the living room. âKnock yourself out, baby.â He was never one to reject you, no matter how silly or out of pocket your requests were. Hyunjin would move mountains for you, after all, if that meant youâd be happy forever and keep smiling for him until the day he took his last breath.
The tv ran idly in the background, a rerun of one of your favorite shows as you got to work, gently placing both of your boyfriendâs hands in your lap. His small collection of nail polish was laid before you on the coffee table, accompanied by a file, a bag of cotton pads and nail polish remover. Just in case, you know.
Gently taking one of his hands, you subconsciously intertwine your fingers together as you look over the bottles, brainstorming. Hyunjin takes this moment of silence as an opportunity to reach over and turn on one of lamps by the couch, providing you with more light.
âWhat are you thinking?â His voice is low, not wanting to disturb you, softly pulling his hand away to massage your palm instead.
âLadybug nails.â
âWhat?â He laughs, scooting closer.
You nod, reaching for the bottle of red nail polish. Not like you had many options to begin with, Hyunjinâs palette was limited â something youâd never thought youâd say.
âYour nails are always so dark, I was thinking of doing a cute design for a change.â
He arches a dark brow. âYou could use white.â
You pause, tearing your gaze from the bottle to stare at him blankly. âLadybugs arenât white.â
The laugh that escapes him has your heart double in size, feeling all warm and fuzzy as he throws his head back in genuine amusement, finding you even more endearing than usual. âAlright, ladybug, do whatever you please. Iâll stop interfering.â
And he keeps his promise, quiet as a mouse as you begin painting his nails, attention stolen by the tv and the snacks youâve prepared for your weekly movie night. Hyunjin has mastered the art of eating with a face mask on, no crumb landing anywhere near and messing it up. There was nothing he couldnât do, it seemed.
Youâre almost done with his one hand when he slowly reaches to remove your face mask, joining his on a napkin on the table. Usually, heâd also massage the remaining serum into your skin but you could tell he didnât want to bother you from your new favorite past time. A past time you werenât particularly skilled in, the nail polish getting everywhere around his nail and even on your clothes, staining the material.
âUhâŠâ Hyunjin turns to you, wondering why you were sounding so disheartened. âI think I messed up.â
Bringing his hand to eye level, Hyunjin studies your work curiously, analyzing every brush stroke and the big, blotchy black spots that were supposed to be polka dots. The colors were everywhere, on his cuticles and even further down to his knuckles. Youâve mostly stuck to the area around the nail so he couldnât understand how a black spot managed to go that far.
âBaby, are the ladybugs trying to escape?â He smiles, holding back laughter.
You pout and he leans over to plant smooches on both of your cheeks, trying to make you feel better. âDonât make fun of me, I tried my best.â
Hyunjin nods, grabbing the black polish from your hand. âI can see that.â Without warning, he starts applying it down his index finger in a strange pattern, causing your mouth to fall open in shock. âAnd it looks great, love.â
You knew he was lying to try and make you feel better, there was no way he actually thought that.
Biting down on his plush bottom lip, he eventually puts the brush away and gets a hold of your hand before pressing the back of his onto yours, squeezing lightly. Youâre so confused that no words escape you, wondering if this was his way of getting back at you for messing up his nails and getting his hand all dirty.
âDone!â He beams, looking so much younger with his hair all pushed back and bare face, cozy and cuddly in his soft pajamas. âNow we match.â
Looking down, you realize the pattern he drew on himself was now on your hand too, tiny lines and spots resembling even tinier footsteps. A ladybugâs footsteps. Or tracks, actually.
Forget beating, your heart almost bursts out of your chest and latches onto him, first his cheek and then plump lips, smooching the area before intertwining with his own and running away together like two forbidden lovers. Hyunjin brought so much needed light into your life, you could barely believe he was real and not a fragment of your rich imagination.
âThe ladybug that ran away from my nail has found its way home to you.â He finally laughs, eyes two crescent moons. âItâs silly, please forgive me.â
âSilly?â You blurt out, dragging him by the hand just so he can fall into your waiting arms, hugging him tightly. âItâs only silly if you donât actually draw a cute ladybug on my hand now.â His arms sneak around your middle, face hiding in your chest as yours move over his shoulders, breathing in the scent of him.
âOnly if you do my other hand.â He murmurs, placing a linger kiss right above your beating heart.
You canât help but grin, thankful for having such a kind person by your side. âDeal!â
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I feel like Iâd miss Art way to much when heâs gone. I mean, come on we need our clown! Just imagine being able to jump up into his arms when he gets back and he holds you.
He lets you seek him out and doesnât rip you to bloody shredsđ„ș
Oh absolutely. Heâs a bit of a lanky guy but Iâd like to think thereâs a good chunk of supernatural strength in there running through him that lets him hold you with ease.
Doesnât rip you to bloody shreds either when you see him, but he DOES fuss over you.
Heâd be giving you a once over, circling you, taking note of ANY changes of you while heâd been away. Heâd be content to see that youâre doing well. If youâre not taking care of yourself, heâd be⊠very disappointed, however, I would NOT suggest letting him take care of you because I donât trust him and you shouldnât eitherâthat man would bring you home someoneâs liver to eat if you say youâre hungry. So if ANYTHING, to NOT attract his ire and run the risk of him bringing you some sorta fucked up excuse of a meal heâd be shoving down your throat because you skipped dinner, you DO take care of yourself for when he comes to visit.
This is, of course, in theory if heâs the type to come and go. And to me, he is. Heâs kinda like a cat. You donât know how long heâs gonna be gone for. But when he comes back heâs coming back on his own time, mentally ready and affectionate. And when you seek him out, you find him because he lets you find him.
You donât know when youâre gonna see him. Only he knows. Days? Months? Years? So far after all 3 movies we can see heâs not bound by strictly October.
So be on your best goddamn behavior and take care of yourself.
Unless you wanna be force fed some (human) offal.
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can you please write a first date with ateez membersđœđ„ș
ofc!! i hope you like this. i tried to include a good amt of detail for each member w/o being too wordy :)
first date with ateez!
*pairing: ateez x reader
*warnings!: none, this is pure fluff
*a/n: i love doing requests sm!! im open to anything :)
Hongjoong đ¶ïž
art gallery and vinyl store:
Hongjoong gives off that art gallery and vinyl store vibe. He takes you to a cozy, intimate art gallery, where heâs genuinely curious about what each piece means to you. As you wander through, he leads you to an abstract painting with deep blues and warm golds, and his gaze lingers on it for a moment. Finally, he looks over at you with a curious smile, eyes sparkling with thought.
âItâs strangeâŠâ he begins, studying the piece. âThis one makes me think of a dream I hadâbut itâs hard to put into words. Itâs like the artist left us a clue.â For a moment, heâs lost in the painting and the quiet of the gallery. The evening feels weighty in the best way, and you sense heâs simply happy to share this space with you. He gestures around thoughtfully. âWe should come to more galleries, you know. I think weâd get along well with the art,â he muses, voice soft but earnest.
After the gallery, he takes you to his favorite vinyl store, his face lighting up as he flips through stacks of records, each album cover like a piece of art in itself. Heâs in his element. âI have to play you this one!â he says, pulling out an album with a cover of swirling colors. âItâs got this dreamy guitar that justâŠfeels like a night drive.â He slides a record into the listening station, placing one headphone on his ear and offering you the other. âClose your eyes,â he whispers.
As the music begins, youâre immersed in a warm, dreamy atmosphere. Hongjoong sits quietly beside you, letting the sound wrap around both of you, and when the song ends, he smiles, more to himself than to anyone else. âItâs timeless,â he says, voice almost a whisper. Leaving the store, he glances at you, brushing his hand through his hair, looking thoughtful. âNext time, Iâll make you a mix of songs like that. For drives, late nightsâŠfor whatever moments we want to make ours.â
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Seonghwa đ§
the picnic type (outside of legos ofc):
Seonghwa strikes you as the type who appreciates quiet beauty. He takes you to a peaceful hill just outside the city, where heâs prepared a stargazing setup with cozy blankets, soft pillows, and a thermos of hot cocoa for warmth. The sun is just beginning to set as you both settle in, and he starts pointing out constellations, his voice calm under the deepening twilight.
âI wanted to find a spot where we could see the stars clearly, and where it would just be us,â he says, a subtle smile playing on his lips. He pulls out a small telescope and carefully adjusts it, pointing to a bright star. âSee that? Thatâs Vegaâone of the brightest stars,â he explains, eyes lighting up. âThey say it symbolizes harmony and balance. So pretty.â
He shifts his gaze to meet yours, the hint of a smile tugging at the corners of his mouth. âIf we could be like those stars, maybe our story would be worth telling too,â he murmurs, his eyes reflecting a bit of the starlight. Moving closer, he tucks a strand of hair behind your ear, his gaze so intense you can feel the warmth radiating from him. âYouâre the personification of Vega, bringing balance and lightâŠsomething I didnât realize I needed,â he admits. The silence that follows is comfortable, and as he gazes at you, his voice softens, almost reverent. âI donât think Iâll ever get tired of this view.â
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Yunho âïž
fun, amusement park kind of man!:
Yunho radiates fun and adventure, which is why he chooses the amusement park for your first date. From the moment you arrive, his excitement is infectious. His eyes gleam as he takes in the lights, rides, and sounds of laughter, and without hesitation, he grabs your hand. âLetâs do everything! The roller coaster first. Trust me, weâre about to have the best time.â
On the roller coaster, Yunhoâs excitement morphs into thrill as he laughs and screams, his eyes wide with exhilaration. When you finally get off, he leans against the railing, catching his breath with a grin. âNext time, Iâll keep it cool and calm, I swear. But firstâŠâ he says, eyeing a booth with stuffed animals. âIâm winning you the biggest one here!â
Determined, he attempts the game multiple times before finally winning a massive plush dog. With a triumphant grin, he holds it up to you like a trophy. âTold you Iâd get it,â he laughs, handing it over with a playful wink. As the day goes on, you ride more rides and play more games, and as the sun begins to set, he stops to take in the vibrant lights illuminating the park, a content look on his face.
âI want to remember today like this. Just us, being silly and enjoying each moment,â he says softly. After a moment, he grins, nudging you playfully. âNext time, maybe weâll try something even more thrilling. How does skydiving sound?â
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YeosangđȘœÂ Â
the garden boy:
As you step into the botanical garden, the colors and scents of flowers envelop you both, transforming the air into a fragrant embrace. Yeosang seems to come alive in this vibrant setting, walking slowly and soaking in every detail with a childlike wonder. He stops frequently, admiring a particular flower, his fingers brushing gently against the delicate petals as if to connect with their beauty.Â
âLook at this one; itâs so vibrant. Iâve never seen such a shade of red before,â he exclaims, pulling out his phone to capture the moment with an artistic eye. He snaps photos, each shot a testament to his creativity, and then turns to you, his expression soft and thoughtful.Â
âSometimes I feel like nature can express feelings we canât put into words. Gardens are so peaceful to me,â he muses, leaning against a nearby tree to admire you with a gentle smile. In this moment, heâs not just appreciating nature; heâs savoring your presence as if you were the most beautiful flower in the garden.
âIf I could, Iâd spend every day here, just us and the beauty around us⊠creating our own little world,â he says, the sincerity in his voice making your heart flutter. He carefully plucks a delicate flower, twirling it between his fingers before holding it out to you with a shy grin.Â
âHere, something to remember today by,â he offers, his shy demeanor revealing his affection. As you walk together, the tranquility of the garden reflects in his eyes. He feels incredibly lucky to share this serene moment with you, and his admiration shines through. âThis day⊠it feels special. The perfect moment captured in time with you,â he whispers, his love language evident in his words of affirmation and the little gestures that express his affection.
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Sanđ»
Pet cafe seemed the most appropriate for him:
The moment you step into the pet cafe, Sanâs excitement is palpable, radiating joy as he practically skips towards the kittens and puppies. His laughter fills the air as a fluffy puppy bounds over, tail wagging furiously. He kneels down, scooping it into his arms, his face lighting up with sheer delight.Â
âHeâs the cutest puppy!â he exclaims, stroking the puppyâs soft fur while it licks his cheek, making you smile at the warmth in his heart. As you watch him interact with the animals, you notice how effortlessly his joy spreads to everyone around.
âYou know, Iâve always believed that animals can sense good hearts. They seem to like you a lot⊠just like I do,â he says, glancing at you with genuine warmth. Itâs a sweet reminder of the connection you both share, and his words are laced with sincerity, affirming your place somewhere in his mind and heart.Â
As you both move to a corner filled with treats, he holds a tiny biscuit out for a waiting puppy. âWoo, this is your moment to shine!â he laughs as the puppy eagerly takes the treat from his hand. Watching him share his joy with the animals, you canât help but admire how he brings out the best in everyone.
âI could spend all day here with you and these little animals. You guys just make the day more worth it,â he says, wrapping an arm around your shoulder as you both settle on the floor, surrounded by playful furballs.Â
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Mingiđ©°
Nighttime vibesâdef an outdoor movie type:
Mingi leads you to a local park where an outdoor movie is screening classic films. He sets up a cozy spot on the grass with blankets and snacks, the anticipation buzzing in the air as you settle in together. Leaning back on his hands, he intertwines his fingers with yours, his playful eyes sparkling with mischief.
âAlright! Letâs see how bad this movie really is. Couldnât do a scary one for obvious reasons,â he quips, the sound of his laughter blending with the chirping of crickets. As the film begins, he leans closer, whispering witty commentary and shaking his head dramatically whenever a character makes a ridiculous decision.
âDid they really think that was a good idea? Who jumps into a dark alley like that? I mean, I would definitely jump in if you were there, but thatâs beside the point,â he jokes, his words laced with affection as he playfully nudges you. Each laugh shared draws you closer, creating a tapestry of moments that feels magical.
When the film ends, he pulls you into a quieter area of the park, where the rustling leaves and distant laughter create a serene backdrop. The moonlight casts a gentle glow on his face as he glances at you, longing evident in his eyes. âYou know, I really like this. Just sharing our thoughts and debating silly stuff⊠itâs perfect to me,â he admits, his vulnerability showing as he leans in closer, his forehead resting against yours.
This moment feels timeless, and as he pulls you in for a soft kiss under the stars, you know this is just the beginning of something beautiful.
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WooyoungđčÂ
Man loves to cookâcooking class!:
You and Wooyoung arrive at a bustling cooking studio, the delicious aroma of fresh herbs and sizzling garlic enveloping you both. He rolls up his sleeves with enthusiasm, helping you tie your apron while shooting you a cheeky grin.Â
âIâm winning over your taste buds tonight,â he declares, confidence radiating from him as he dives into the cooking process. As the instructor guides you through each step, Wooyoung canât resist adding his own flair, chopping ingredients with exaggerated precision, and shooting playful winks whenever he catches your eye.
When he accidentally adds a bit too much chili to the sauce, he winces but laughs it off. âI hope you like a little heat. Youâll just have to handle the spice,â he teases, the playful banter making your heart race. As you taste your creations, he leans in, watching your reaction with eager anticipation.
âGood, right?! Iâm thinking about starting my own restaurant. You could be my official taste tester,â he grins, and you canât help but smile at the thought. His passion for cooking and your presence fuels his excitement, creating a bond that feels warm and genuine.
As the class winds down, he wraps his arm around your shoulders, a satisfied smile on his face. âTonight was perfect, and next time, Iâm making you my special dessert. No recipe needed!â His words echo with promise.
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Jonghođ§žÂ Â
Heâs built, likes activityârock climbing:Â
Jongho takes you to an indoor rock climbing gym, where excitement dances in the air. As he gears up, his eyes sparkle with enthusiasm. He hands you a harness, carefully helping with the buckles and straps, his warm touch sending a delightful shiver down your spine. âThink youâre ready for this? Iâll go easy on you⊠maybe,â he teases, a playful smile gracing his lips.
As he starts climbing with natural ease, he glances back to offer advice, his calm confidence a reassuring presence. When you hesitate on a difficult spot, he looks down at you, his smile unwavering. âJust take your time. Find your balance⊠trust yourself,â he encourages, his voice steady and filled with belief in your abilities.
When you finally reach the top, his approving smile lights up the room, and he gives you a soft high five, pride shining in his gaze. âFeels good to push the limits with you! Itâs freeing,â he says, sitting beside you as you both take in the breathtaking view. The city lights twinkle below, mirroring the spark in his eyes.
As you catch your breath, he watches you with admiration. âYou did great. Next time, letâs try the real thing. Thereâs a spot outside the city I think youâd love,â he suggests, his eagerness palpable. The promise of future adventures together makes your heart flutter, knowing that every challenge you face will only bring you closer.
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subdrop with puppy artâŠâŠ hmffgghnmmgh⊠heâs sooo clingy to you and patrick so sweet and whiny needs so much reassurance. even like. when he comes out of it. all night heâs just so đđ„șâŠ. makes u and patrick meltâŠ
ooohhhh <333 heâs so out of it - needs to be touching one or both of you at all times. it tends to happen after particularly intense playtimes, when heâs just starting to come down from however many orgasms youâve given him. it takes time for him to resurface from his puppy headspace, but heâs still so dropped emotionally you know heâs going to stay fragile for the rest of the night. patrick gets a cool washcloth to wipe down artâs body while he clings to you. there are still tears in his pretty blue eyes, his lower lip is trembling like heâs trying to stop them from falling. you see patrickâs hand freeze when he hears art start sniffling.
âitâs okay, baby, donât hold it in,â you say, cupping his cheek with your hand and gently rubbing your thumb back and forth across his cheekbone. he nuzzles his face into your hand and it scrunches up when his tears finally fall. in an instant, both you and patrick are enveloping him on either side, your hands cradling his head and neck and patrickâs arms looping around his waist. his head rests on your chest and patrick moves closer to spoon him from behind, pressing gentle kisses and shhh shh shhhâs into his bare shoulder.
âwas - hic - was i good?â art asks, not even able to lift his head to look at either of you. heâs trembling slightly and it only makes you and patrick grip him tighter, like he might slip away from you or shatter in your hands.
patrick speaks first. heâs always more shaken by seeing art like this than you are. for a long time heâd blame himself, something youâve had conversations about since. now instead he jumps to reassure and fix anything he can, âyou were fucking perfect, baby - so so good for us.â
âwhoâs our good boy, sweetheart? câmon you know the answer,â you know by now he needs a lot of reassurance, but youâve also realized that having him repeat them helps bring him back up to baseline a bit faster.
art hides his face in your chest and mumbles something unintelligible into your skin. your fingers find their way into his hair and you gently massage his scalp, âcouldnât hear you, honey.â
âi - iâm your good boy,â he says, though he still sounds unsure. for good measure, just in case, he adds a soft âright?â a few seconds later.
ââcourse you are, artie - such a good boy - the best.â patrick says and you nod in agreement, giving art a kiss on the tip of his nose.
he sniffles again, more tears spilling, he wishes he could get closer to you both. if he could crawl inside your skin and curl up, even that wouldnât be close enough. his head still feels like itâs full of cotton, his vision is soft around the edges, like heâs just waking up after a deep sleep. you and patrick moving around him feels comforting, like youâre both omnipresent. heâs safe, he knows that, but the influx of emotion in his body and mind are overwhelming. he reaches out for you again when he feels you moving, patrick too - where are you going? are you leaving? please donât leave me -
âhey, hey - itâs okay, weâre just moving you under the covers.â the sound of your voice quiets the noise that was building in his head. heâs so docile and pliant like this, his body moving where you tell it to without his mind even being part of it. you and patrick exchange glances as you readjust together on either side of him under your plush duvet. his face is so relaxed when he settles, it makes your heart squeeze. you know patrick feels it too because heâs gripping art like heâs a child with his favorite stuffed animal.
âstay? please?â how art thinks either of you could ever dream of denying him when he sounds so sweet is beyond you. you nod your head and let him squirm around a bit before heâs fully comfortable. none of you redressed, so youâre feeling pure skin on skin. it helps him, you think, especially when he mindlessly licks and mouths at your breasts. itâs not sexual in this moment, you know your puppy well enough to know when he just needs his mouth occupied. before he takes your nipple into his mouth, he flicks his eyes up to you, then to patrick, and says âlove you - so much.â
patrick, loverboy that he is, would get hard again if he was physically able, hearing those words. you both hum and return artâs declaration, peppering him with kisses all over and a chorus of love you, puppy - love you so much, baby - always gonna be ours - our perfect boy.
art sighs out a breath he never notices heâs holding when heâs waiting to hear you both say you love him back. what he doesnât realize is that as much as he needs this, you and patrick need it just as badly.
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Hereâs Some General Head Cans. About Them:
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TW: Mention of NSFW themes and language.
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Michael Myers:
âą Does eventually take his mask off around you and itâs actually the sweetest moment ever. He does it slowly and hesitantly, and then gives the smallest blush when you first see him.
âą Actually does let you do his hair. Wash it, comb it, detangle it, etc.
âą Likes it when you cook for him. Heâll sit in the kitchen and watch you do it, because he genuinely enjoys it.
âą Heâll do all the yard work. He doesnât enjoy it, but heâll do it, especially when you ask him to. He likes when you ask, it makes him feel needed.
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Freddy Krueger:
âą Goes into your dreams constantly just to mess with you. He finds it funny to play pranks on you and scare you, just a little bit, at times.
âą Actually really enjoys to cuddle you, especially in bed. Turn the fan on, with silk sheets; ooo, he loves it.
âą 100% uses his glove as an eating utensil as well. You canât stop him.
âą If youâre having a nightmare, heâll come in and make it better. đ„ș
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Jason Voorhees:
âą Brings you little cute baby animals, like bunnies and birds he finds that have been abandoned.
âą Teaches you how to fish in the lake.
âą Likes helping you do the dishes because you two can jam out to music.
âą Letâs you completely decorate the cabin you two live in.
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Billy Loomis:
âą Still sneaks into your window to this day, just because itâs fun.
âą Enjoys shower sex. đ„”
âą Absolutely adores your pet and is always hanging out with them.
âą Is the type to suggest making pizzas from scratch together for dinner.
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Stu Macher:
âą Uses the word âshitâ in every other sentence somehow.
âą Has fairy lights in his room that change color so you cause can have the best, coziest movie nights.
âą Enjoys to send you Instagram reels while heâs taking a shit in the bathroom. You can even hear him laugh through the wall at some of them as he watches. (Aka, my own bf đ)
âą Is always laying his head in your lap every chance he gets.
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Charles Lee Ray:
âą Is always cleaning his gun in front of you, as he hums to himself.
âą Does in fact let you do face masks on him, and occasionally paint his nails.
âą Is always walking around the house in his underwear.
âą Literally wants Swedish meatballs every other night.
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Tiffany Valentine:
âą Reads Tarot for you every year on your birthday and every year on New Yearâs Day.
âą Paints your nails to match hers. Sheâs got purple acrylics? Sheâs painting your nails purple to match!
âą Cooks for you literally every night.
âą Always begging you to watch a classic horror with her; itâs a nightly thing.
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Bubba Sawyer:
âą Always bringing you flowers, little cute bugs, etc.
âą Loves to cook for you, and also loves to help you cook. Same thing with the dishes!
âą Loves to lay his head in your lap, he gets overly happy about it.
âą Likes when you give him compliments. Heâll give you a kiss in return for each compliment you give him.
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Thomas Hewitt:
âą Likes to sleep in with you, curled up as he wears just his sweatpants and no shirt.
âą Makes the best meals for you, with tons of flavor.
âą Enjoys napping with you, he could nap any time of the day.
âą Likes when you show him new movies. Heâs gonna hyper focus on any new one you show him.
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Art the Clown:
âą With him, you have personal protection 24/7.
âą Heâs always making you laugh and smile, any chance he gets, no matter where you guys are.
âą Any time he paints your nails, he paints an A on both of your ring finger nails.
âą Speaking of painting, he enjoys painting with you as well as painting you! Thereâs tons of paintings of you hanging in the house!
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The Creeper:
âą Flying together is a nightly tradition.
âą Does not like if people stare at you and will take their eyes because of it.
âą Is always wanting you to sing to him, he doesnât care how you sound, he loves it!
âą Does let you braid the little hair he has.
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Thanks for reading! đŠđ€
#horror#slasher#slashers#horror movies#slasher imagine#slasher imagines#michael myers#freddy krueger#jason voorhees#billy loomis#stu macher#charles lee ray#tiffany valentine#bubba sawyer#thomas hewitt#art the clown#the creeper#x y/n
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hi I decided to write a fanfic based off of one of the hc arts you posted
Also wildâs⊠insult is based off of this:
Family was once a foreign to the Hero of Men.
Sure, he had his grandfather, and the Minish did welcome him with open arms, but still, it felt empty.Â
Not until recent events.Â
âI canât believe it-â The sailorâs grip was tight, Four could feel his skin turn shades of off-white and red against the grip, youâre doing the same, the logic fought back at him, so he couldnât bring his heart to let go, âI am you! Or, like, part you, half you? How much time passed?âÂ
He could only respond with a smile that bore no less than pure joy, âI donât know-but youâre family.â His gaze felt blurred as liquid happiness pooled in his eyes, his smile raising his cheeks that were flushed with pride. His eyes soon registered a familiar face-the captain waking by, âHey! Wars!â
The man in question stopped in his tracks, âYes?â He responded, his tone cautious as he basked in the look on the twoâs faces.
âSee the family resemblance?âÂ
Warriors couldnât help but gaze in confusion, mildly disturbed, âUhâŠâ he looked up and down, trying to find something, anything, relatively similar, âBig eyes?-â
âNo, no, no.â This voice was coming from the champion. His thumbs fiddling with a can of oats. âBlonde.â He began, scooping out a decent amount with his bare hands.Â
âShort.â He continued, the grains in question now being crunched on. How was he not choking? That would remain a mystery. Four wanted to break his kneecaps at that comment, yet he allowed the champion to continue.
âAnd most important of them all,â he knelt down mockingly, a menacing grin on his face, âNo abs.âÂ
His kneecaps got broken in the end. Four could tell by the intensity on how both were broken, they were indeed family.
WAHAHAHA BLAREđ€Łđ€Ł
This is amazing, they really are relatedđ€Łđ€Ł one family member for each of Wilds blasphemous kneecaps hahaha
Aaahhh four and Wind are SO. CUTEđ„șđ„șđ„șđ„șđđđđđđ they're so happy and just wanna brag to their brothers-in-armsđ„°đ„°đ„°
Thank you so much Blare!!
#sweet blarefordaglare#fics for oma#lol wild turning the insult on someone else haha#he was burned so badđ€Ł#linked universe#linkeduniverse#lu four#lu wind#lu wild#lu warriors
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dreamboat | jjk (2)
summary: aboard the dreamboat, jungkook finds himself drawn to a beautiful stranger who appears to be drowning in melancholy. weeks later, he sees her face on the other side of the aquarium at his apartment buildingâs lobby. he soon learns that itâs not fateâs grand romantic plans that brought you back to his life. / (alt.) / a shipwreck and a dreamboat form an unusual bond in an aquarium.
non!idoljk x f!reader (jk is a business major who works at the amusement park ; oc works at the call center) / strangers to lovers / fluff, angst, suggestive / chapter wc: 15.9k / total fic wc: 30.8k
warnings/content (for full fic): is it an onlyswan fic if nobody cries? ; smoking ; making out ; mention of nude art ; mention of flashing ; panic attack ; a ghost cameo lol ; s*x scandal ; abuse of authority ; harrassment ; jk throws a punch once ; oc drives a motorbike without a helmet once ; vminjin + yeontan cameos :3 ; tae and jk are the same age tho
<- part one (wc: 14.9k) | spotify playlist (open to song recs <3)
note: yaaay full fic is out đ„čđ iâve been so attached to these two for the past month iâm gonna miss them sm :( reblogs and feedback are appreciated iâd love to hear your thoughts đ„ș p.s. it does get pretty heavy so pls take care of urself while reading đ« hugs and kisses
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jungkook lets out a big yawn, removing his glasses so he can wipe off the sleepy tears from his eyes. his phone pings with new text messages and he peers down at the table to read them.Â
 01:18am
stop texting.
why are you still awake? you have that big presentation tomorrow.Â
you need your brain functioning at full capacity so you can answer the profâs questions.
he types out his response.
 01:20am
i want to sleep too but iâm not yet done practicing đ„Č
if youâre on a mission to make him fall hopelessly in love, it would be safe to say that youâre succeeding. instead of being a distraction, here you are showing concern for his health and motivating him about his studies. heâs not used to having this kind of dynamic with the people he likes. usually heâd be stubborn and stay on his phone, but he puts it down so he can refocus on his slides. heâs excited to do his presentation well and gush about it with you at the end of the day.
twenty minutes later, a rapping at the door disrupts his concentration.Â
âhe better not be drunk.â he grumbles on his way to the door.
no one else would disturb him at this time but taehyung.Â
but itâs not taehyung.
itâs you.Â
âi didnât wake you, did i?âÂ
âno, no- i was still-â he takes a glimpse at his messy desk. âpracticing for the presentation⊠uhm, i thought you were at work?â
âwe donât have work today.â
you nonchalantly bring out a glass full of green goop from your back, encouraging him to take it.
âhere, drink this.â
he stares at it in bewilderment as he slowly accepts it. âwhatâs this?â
âbedtime smoothie.âÂ
you sense his disgust and foreboding.
âthereâs bananas and cherry juice in there.â
that knowledge emboldens him to take a sip. he licks off the mustache it leaves on top of his lips. âhmm, not bad!âÂ
âi told you so.â you send him a tight-lipped smile which disappears in two seconds. âdo you want some help practicing?â
âoh, thatâs right.â his eyes widen. âyouâre good at speaking!â
he steps aside so you can pass through the narrow entrance.Â
âplease come in.â
jungkook is compelled to make himself clear. he hasnât invested on a shelf. never found the time. his room may look like a mess to an outsiderâs eyes but he has an organized system and heâs incredibly resourceful.Â
âjungkook⊠you canât live like this.â
is it that bad?
his jaw slacks when you pick up a plastic bag on the floor and begin throwing in the scattered empty cans and bottles of caffeine on and around his desk, including the one he hasnât finished drinking yet. thatâ he wonât win defending.
âyouâll die at this rate.â you rebuke him calmly. âdo you even drink water?âÂ
âof course i do!â he proceeds to drink the smoothie you made for him. âbut you drink a lot of coffee too.â
ânot anymore,â you head to his fridge after dumping the plastic bag in the trash. âiâm already adjusted to my job⊠iâm taking these.â
you bring out the two remaining cans of energy drinks and stuff them into the pocket of your hoodie.Â
âyou canât just take them!â
you ignore his protest. âis the smoothie good? you like it, right?â
his shoulders deflate in defeat. he takes another gulp and swallows, nodding happily. âi like it.âÂ
âthen iâll make you an energy-boosting one when you need it. i received fruit baskets at work. theyâd only go bad if i try to eat everything alone.âÂ
âsounds like a sweet deal,â he grins.Â
heâs definitely not complaining. the artificial flavoring of the energy drinks pale in comparison to the real thing.Â
âokay, letâs get started then.â you pad over to his desk.Â
you hand him his laptop which is displaying his powerpoint before making yourself comfortable on his chair.Â
he stands infront of you awkwardly. âweâre really doing this?â
âwe are,â you reply curtly, sinking further into the chair. itâs a pretty big chair, even for him. itâs endearing to see you play around with it. âare you nervous? you canât be nervous.â
âiâm not,â he lies. âiâm a professional!âÂ
you have no idea that you make him more nervous than having forty other people in the same room.Â
he sighs. âhold this for me then.â
you take the glass into your hands, sipping a little. he clears his throat and pretends that didnât affect him at all.Â
âokay, letâs start⊠good mor-â
âwait-â you shake your head, demandingly waving your hand to the right. âwrong slide.â
â
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âwhere are you? i thought you were going to help me with my project?âÂ
jimin, a friend he met through a school organization two years ago, begins coughing dramatically over the phone. âjungkook, iâm sorry. iâm feeling under the weather.â
jungkook grimaces, stopping on his tracks to berate him. âhyung, i can hear the dj music!â
âah, yesâŠâ he can practically hear the wheels in jiminâs brain turn. âactually, iâm about to leave the club! since iâm not feeling so well.â
âwow,â he huffs out a laugh. âyouâre really terrible.â
âiâm serious! letâs reschedule tomorrow. iâll buy you dinner so we can catch up too.âÂ
âfine,â he blows a loud breath.Â
âi love you, jungkook-ah.â jimin proclaims with exaggerated affection.Â
he makes a noise of disgust. âyouâre really drunk.â
âoh, why arenât you saying it back?â jimin angrily questions him.Â
âmaybe i will, after you buy me food.âÂ
âokay,â jimin cackles. âiâll see you tomorrow then.âÂ
âokay, goodbye.â
he drops the call, still uncertain whether jimin was lying or not. either way, he gets a free meal and he no longer feels the need to complain.
he shrugs and continues his journey home.Â
that is until he inhales the unmistakable scent of smoke from the alleyway.Â
again, it could be anybody, but thereâs a peculiar feeling that wonât let him move forward. deja vĂș is what they call it. it is often described as bittersweet, but jungkook is nervous. scared even.Â
he doesnât want his gut feeling to be right.Â
he knows what your sobs sound like, their effect on him and his heart that is awfully weak when it comes to you, but he wants to be wrong so badly.Â
right then and there, jungkook faces a dilemma.
those who hide do not want to be found.Â
he has the choice to keep walking, pretend that he was never here. that it doesnât hurt him to walk away. he can do what he failed to do the first time and not jump in to interpret your crying as a cry for help.Â
he stands there like a fool waiting for the stars to spell out the correct answer for him to read.Â
unfortunately for him, life doesnât work that way and there isnât even one to wish upon.Â
you flicked his forehead and erased his memories. if he makes the same mistake twice, then maybe he can use that as an excuse to lessen the burden of regret.Â
â
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you flinch and lift your head in fear when something bumps against your knee, but that fear soon morphs into an entirely new fear when you perceive the person sitting infront of you.Â
your bloodshot eyes make out jungkookâs features in the dim light.Â
youâre no stranger to that look. you know what you look like. the cigarette tastes terrible, it doesnât smell better with liquor either. there are teardrops on the ground and your sobs are caught in your throat and they come out as hiccups. you wouldnât even dare to call yourself a mess, because scattered pieces of a broken whole float on the surface and sometimes miraculously wash ashore. youâre at the rock bottom being eaten alive and youâre not going anywhere else.Â
âjust walk away,â you croak out, pushing him away with the hand not holding the cigarette.Â
he doesnât budge. you donât know if itâs because youâre too weak or heâs too strong.Â
âi canât leave you like this.âÂ
âyou can,â you argue.Â
âyou donât have to be alone. iâm here.âÂ
he holds your arms, coaxing you to recognize the sincerity in his eyes. those wide doe eyes, always shining when you reflect on their irises. you wish they could stay that way forever. you wish you could be at peace with that.Â
âyou can confide in me. you can use me. whatever you need to feel better. ____, please.âÂ
âyou canât help me.â you bluntly assert. before he begins begging. before he says more swoon-worthy words that would break down the walls youâve built. âi appreciate the thought, but nothing you can do will make this better.âÂ
god knows that youâre yearning to hear them, but you still donât know how much of it you can trust. Â
âmaybe i can!â he interjects. desperately. his grip on you tightens a little. it steadies your body as your mind and heart fall apart, but you feel suffocated.Â
âjungkook, i donât want to fight right now.âÂ
âif you just let me try, ____. iâm here for you. i swear i wonât pass judgement or-â Â
âyou canât! okay? you canât!â you break down, uncontrollable sobs making your words less coherent. âyouâre just wasting your time!âÂ
with every morsel of strength you have left, you force yourself to stand up. an unnamed object clatters on the ground and you shove jungkook to the ground without meaning to.Â
a combination of hurt and shock flashes across his face. you become racked with guilt.
however, this is what you wanted. this is for the best. youâre supposed to live a quiet life and not get too close with anyone, but you donât cause a person this type of pain, and you donât feel this guilty about it, if your hearts were never intertwined.Â
you should be the one to walk away.Â
every step you take to escape from him is heavy. youâre confused by the contradictions between your mind and heart and the last thing you need right now is confusing. what else can you do but run?Â
jungkook wraps his arms around you from behind, stopping you on your tracks.Â
âwhat are you doing?âÂ
the world stops for a little while.
âlet g- let me go!âÂ
you struggle out of his embrace, and youâd be lying if you said you werenât disappointed he let you go so easily.Â
âyou think a hugâs going to make me feel better and fix my life? are you that naiveâŠ? wow, i envy you. if it was that easy, i wouldnât be at this fucking dumpster with you!â
maybe youâre even angry that he did, pounding away at his chest with rigid fists to break his heart too. your throat is painful and rough from screaming but the thought of losing your voice doesnât occur to you. apparently, you donât care that youâre burning your lungs either. the world may very well end at this moment because thatâs what it feels like. you have nothing left to lose but this vesselâ and this vessel is heavy, worn-out, and incurable.Â
youâre an overflowing sink of adrenaline rush, shaking and tearing apart at the seams.
âi never wouldâve ruined my hair with this- this stupid color. i wouldnât be getting cursed at by bigoted strangers because they hate my accentâŠâÂ
your forehead collapses on jungkookâs chest. a string of sobs follow the words that were forcefully uttered against your better judgment. you wouldâve been fine after a smoke and a good cry, not processing anything so you can settle with being numb instead of jaded.Â
âiâd still be studying. iâd become a doctor. i wouldnât give a fuck about fishes and what they can and canât eat.âÂ
â
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for the first time, your laugh stabs him in the chest instead of making his heart flutter.Â
âiâd be living a good life not being bombarded by someone who-â you hit his chest with every word spoken with gritted teeth. âwants to be the fucking hero. i donât need you!âÂ
thereâs no way. you donât mean that. youâre just angry. jungkook convinces himself in his head as he openly takes the hits. he did say you could confide in himâuse himâand youâre doing it right now. he just didnât know heâd have to grow thicker skin on the spot to be what you need.
your icy glare pierces through him and renders him motionless.Â
âyou canât do anything, so please, donât feel bad for me.â you sneer. âitâs making me feel bad for you.âÂ
â
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youâve stormed off and jungkook stays right where you left him, wiping away his tears. the last time he cried was when his ex-girlfriend broke up with him. that was over a year ago, it only dawns on him now.Â
youâve been the only person in his mind since that one sunny june day.Â
where he stands, the autumn winds are getting colder and the winter is fast approaching.Â
just as fast your lives were weaved into a blooming wildflower did it also begin to wither.Â
jungkook does want to save you, but he doesnât want to be a hero. after all the time youâve spent together, do you sincerely see him as someone who values self-interest most of all? the truth did come out, the snide truth, a bitter pill he canât swallow. you donât want to be here. he canât save you. it canât be possible when heâs part of the picture you canât stomach to look at.Â
âhyung,â he tries to be strong but his voice wavers, echoing the wretched state of him. âare you still at the club?âÂ
âiâll turn on my location.â jimin responds without question, which jungkook is thankful for. âcall me when youâre near. be safe, got it?â
âyes, hyung,â he ends the call.Â
he inhales sharply, hoping that would alleviate the weight on his chest and allow him to move his feet. the heavy smell of burnt chemicals still hangs in the air. even after everything, heâs envious of the discarded stick of drug on the ground for having touched your lips.Â
jungkook turns to leave, but is interrupted by a small object caught underneath his shoe. he picks it up for inspectionâ a blue lighter hand painted with a goldfish.Â
he doesnât know whether to laugh or cry.Â
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you woke up with a pounding headache, burdened with immense regret you assume. you deserve it. you donât remember the exact words you said but you only scream when you donât know what youâre talking about. you pushed away the only person who cared enough to sit with you in the dark. the line between right and wrong is blurring. you donât know what youâre doing with your life anymore, if youâre doing anything so that it could be heading somewhere. Â
you thought life couldnât possibly get worse, but here you are anxiously nibbling at your nails as you wait for a man to reply to your texts because youâre scared of losing him.
 08:25am
jungkook i'm sorry about what happened last night i never meant to act that way and hurt you. i was out of my mind
i know you really care about me and i'm grateful for that
please forgive me
 09:13am
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you gaze wistfully into the aquarium. the fishes swim around with considerably more energy after their breakfast, and it drives you to wonder if jungkook fed them dinner. last night was the first night you received no messages from jungkook, not even an image alone.Â
âi think i fucked it up with your dad.â Â
you spot dahlia, and clementine, and coral, and tangerine⊠blissfully unaware of you drowning in misery.
accordingly, the wildcard emerges from the shipwreck. it swims to you, the glass acting as the barrier that prevents it from kissing your nose.Â
it doesnât do this to jungkook, so you like to think that youâre special. you feel guilty that you failed to treat it the same.
âpoor thing,â you hang your head in shame, sniffling. âwe havenât even named you yet.â
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you learned from the new security guard on the night shift that jungkook requested for her to take over feeding for the meantime. three more days pass without any sign or trace of him, and yet you still send him your good morning pictures and you hang out at the lobby waiting for him to come home.Â
he has to come home soon.Â
he still lives here⊠right?
 11:47pm Â
how long will you ignore me? Â
where are you? i'll come to you  Â
please, letâs talk
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you jolt on your seat when your phone vibrates with a ping!
 12:01am
jungkook:
meet me at the rooftop
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you are charged with joy and relief as much as confusion.Â
thereâs⊠a rooftop?Â
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you stand at the door staring at jungkookâs back, gathering all courage to face him despite your shame eating away at you.
âi didnât know tenants were allowed here.â
âweâre not,â
he looks back at you, and surprisingly enough, his charming smile melts away your anxiety. you canât tell if thatâs a good thing or bad thing. itâs not right for you to fall in love.
âwhy are you still standing there?â he chuckles. he sits on a low table with his legs crossed, feet tucked beneath his thighs. he pats the space next to him. âhere, sit.âÂ
with a nod, you close the door behind you. you sit beside him, but with considerable distance, like the first time you sat next to each other.Â
âthe view is quite nice.â
in consideration of the time, you didnât expect so many lights. they look like shining stars from where you are, only that you can actually reach for them if you try. you even spot a ferris wheel. although, youâre not certain if itâs from the amusement park jungkook works at.
âit is, isnât it?â
âdo you go up here often?â
ânot since the aquarium became our spot.âÂ
our spot.
you smile to yourself, eyes falling on your lap as you mindlessly fiddle with your fingers.Â
âiâm sorry⊠for what happened.â you pause to swallow the lump in your throat, breathing shakily.Â
as ever, itâs difficult to apologize to someone and agree that there are dispensable parts of you. youâre scared that you might cry again infront of him. it never ends well.Â
âi-i was having a bad day, and i didnât want to drag you down with me. but i got overwhelmed by my emotions and i said words i didnât mean. you didnât deserve that. iâm sorry.âÂ
âhey, i understand.â he replies kindly. âitâs also my fault.â
âno, itâs not.â you jump in, not being able to stand him taking blame. âyouâre a really good person, jungkook.â
he shakes his head. âi shouldâve backed off when you told me to leave.âÂ
âbut i do like being with you.âÂ
âand you mean that?â
he gazes at you with those endearing doe eyes. you look somewhere else to quell the funny feeling in your heart.Â
âof course i do.â
jungkook crosses the distance between you, teasingly bumping his shoulder against yours. âi like being with you too.â
just an hour ago you thought youâd lost him, now heâs here effortlessly making you laugh. perhaps you do take life too seriously, submissive to fear. you werenât always like this. you wish you could unlearn the new way that you function.Â
âso do you forgive me or should i grovel more?âÂ
âi forgive you.â he rolls his eyes. âiâm not that mean.âÂ
âapparently iâm the mean one between us.â
âyou are,â he chuckles, leaning back and balancing himself with his hands anchored behind on the table.Â
for some sick reason, this new position of his leaves you hot and bothered. thankfully, youâve mastered the art of maintaining a calm demeanor. albeit, itâs not always that you use it for this reason.
âyou seriously hurt my feelings back there, you know that?â
âiâm so sorry. iâm really, really sorry.â you apologize more expressively within the more comfortable space the both of you created. ââŠwhen is your birthday?â
his forehead wrinkles in confusion at the random question. âwhy?â
âyouâre my friend.â you point out. âwe should know these things at least.â
âitâs on september one.âÂ
âwhat?!âÂ
he blinks innocently. âwhat?âÂ
âitâs already november!â you point out, taken aback by the fact that you totally missed it. âwhy didnât you tell me?â
âyou were busy with work. besides, it wasnât a big deal. i just had beer and meat with my friends.â he shrugs, brushing it off. âwhenâs yours?â
you rise on your feet, dust off your bottom, and begin marching towards the door.
âwhere are you goingâŠ? yah, ____!â
âi need to do something.â you vaguely inform him, waving your hand. âstay there! wait for me!âÂ
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âwhatâs taking so long?â jungkook thinks out loud, scratching his head.Â
itâs been fifteen minutes since you left. you couldnât have forgotten about him already, could you? that might hurt him worse than when you were screaming and punching his chest. he slept over at taehyungâs dorm for a few nights, hoping to find some peace and clarity within a different space, but he was pretty much ready to forgive you when you texted him to apologize, then followed it up with a photo of coral eating. however, taehyung went on and on about his wounded pride, and maybe he did want to see you grovel and feel that he is at some level of importance to you.Â
he perks up when the door opens and your head pops out of nowhere, peeking. when did you put on a cap and face mask? did you go out? anyway, youâre so cute, he gushes to himself.Â
âclose your eyes!âÂ
âwhy would i do that?â
âjust do it!â you demand with an angry pout.Â
âokay, okay- fine!â he surrenders. âiâm closing them now.âÂ
âno peeking. i see your eyelashes moving.â
âhow do you even see from there?!âÂ
he hears your scoff and the clicking of your shoes as you walk. âyouâre not sleek, you know?âÂ
a series of rustling. a mystery object placed on the table. he gets a whiff of your perfume, powdery and fruity sweet, the next second, youâre tying a silk scarf over his eyes.Â
âwhatâs happening?â he laughs nervously.Â
he knows that is not whatâs happening, but the impure thoughts enter his mind anyway.Â
âi need a minute.âÂ
you sit beside him, your knee bumping against his. he hears more movements take place.Â
âcan i remove it now?â
âi said a minute.â
he frowns impatiently. âa minute has passed though.â
âno, it hasnât.â you counter. ânow hush and cover your ears.â
âcover my ears?â he repeats to make sure he heard you correctly.
âyes!â
âwhy?â he whines. âwhat is this about?â
âjust do it, please?â you plead with him sweetly, covering his ears with your hands as if to demonstrate.Â
and since heâs already too deep into this, he obeys your third instruction. he puts his hands over yours, and then you slip away, leaving him covering his ears the way that you wanted.Â
âokay, you can look now!â
jungkook removes the scarf over his eyes, and discovers a sight so beautiful, he wants to cry that he canât permanently capture it in a polaroid.Â
this is the first time heâs seeing you in this light, the warm orange glow of birthday candles that paints you spellbinding golden. youâre beaming at him, with a rare smile that reaches your eyes, as you hold up a round chocolate cake topped by fresh strawberries. Â
just when he thought it was impossible to fall in love with you harder, you begin singing the happy birthday song. instead of clapping, you sway your body ever so slowly and gracefully. what is arguably considered the jolliest song on earth, you transform into a soft lullabyâ the kind that flies you to the night sky and tucks you into bed on the moon, gathers the fluffy clouds and handcrafts them into pillows and a blanket. your voice is light and delicate, sweet as candy. it is an instrument on its own and you do not need anything else. he never knew you were a good singer.
âhappy birthday, dear jungkook~ happy birthday to youâŠâÂ
this is his best birthday yet, and itâs not even his actual birthday.Â
jungkook is stupidly and hopelessly in love with you.Â
he welcomes doom, hangs its coat, and pours it a hot cup of tea.Â
âi hope you like chocolate. i fought someone for this.â you shyly confess with a laugh. âturns out thereâs not many bakeries open at midnight.â
he is speechless.Â
his gaze falls on your lap for a moment, where lies an opened plastic clamshell container, two strawberries too small compared to the ones decorating the cake. on the table, a fruit knife sits on top of the cake box.Â
you even decorated the bare sides of the cake with half strawberries. he doesnât think he has seen someone do that yet. Â
âi- i like it so much.â he stutters. âyou made the cake so pretty.âÂ
âthank you!â you beam at the compliment. âokay, time to make a wish.âÂ
he panics a little. he doesnât know if itâs only a personal or perhaps a universal thing, but he tends to feel pressured when he has to make a birthday wish. he always wants a lot of things.Â
âfive candles means âiâm sorry and happy birthdayâ by the way.â
but there is five candles, so maybe he is free to be greedy this time.Â
he slowly flutters his eyes shut, and he takes his time to think. after whispering his wish to the universe, he blows out all of the candles.Â
âwhat did you wish for?âÂ
there is five candles, but he only wished for one thing.Â
âif i tell youâŠâ he begins, transfixed eyes tracing down to your lips. âwill you make it come true?âÂ
they part slightly as your chest begins to heave, cranberry stained and inviting.Â
he yearns, he craves. he doesnât want to live with regrets, haunted by the what ifâs. all or nothing. you deserve his all. he surrenders everything to your court for the touch of your lips.Â
are you thinking what heâs thinking? do you feel the way he does?Â
tell him heâs not the only one losing his mind. please.Â
and when your eyes lock, there is a palpable electricity none of you can deny.Â
âitâs for your birthday. you donât have to ask.âÂ
again, the best birthday ever.
without another word, he crosses the short distance, pressing his lips against yours.Â
there is no fireworks like in the movies and fairytales. instead, he gets flashes of memories in his mind. all those awkward and comfortable moments, stolen glances, blushing and stuttering, captured images, sleepless nights, tears shed. even the bitter memories inserted make this kiss much sweeter. itâs infinitely better than he couldâve ever imagined.Â
he removes his hand tenderly cupping your cheek, also the other that is anchored on the table, blindly searching until he successfully engulfs your delicate hands in his. he holds them, and the board carrying the cake, tightly.Â
when you smile against his lips, so does he. you give him a firm peck, so hot that he almost falters on his seat, before breaking away.Â
âletâs put this aside first.â you giggle, guiding your restless hands to set it down on the table. âyou have chocolate all over your hand.âÂ
jungkook can hear you, but heâs not listening. he immediately goes for your lips again, and ends up sorely disappointed when you dodge him.Â
âwhoa, wait. youâll smear chocolate on my face-â
âyou said i donât have to ask.â he argues.
you narrow your eyes at him.
he hurries with a solution. âiâll keep my hands behind my back.â and true to his words, he acts as if his hands have been cuffed.Â
âthat works,â you shrug.Â
he is to blame for his nasty torture when you drag yourself closer to him, draping your legs over his thighs and wrapping your arms around his neck.Â
youâre practically sitting on his lap and he canât touch you with his dirty hands. ridiculous.
there is the urge to complain, then lost and forgotten after you seal his lips with yours. he is the luckiest man on earth tonight.
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âwill you stay the night?â
jungkookâs cheeks are beginning to ache, but he canât stop smiling for the life of him. how could he not? youâre lying on his bed, and this time youâre both under the covers. it canât be more perfect than this, the way youâre mirroring each other. heâs admiring your face and you havenât averted your eyes from his either.Â
at this moment, it feels like nothing else in the world matters.
âif iâm being honest, iâm still scared of the ghost.â
âis he bothering you again?â he quirks an eyebrow, prepared to brawl with a bothersome spirit. he is suddenly aware that the lamp is the only source of light in the apartment. âdo we turn on another light?â
âno,â you chuckle at his reaction. âbut he appeared in my dream once after that.â
âwhat about me?â
âyou?â you send him a puzzled look.
he grins toothily. âdo i appear in your dreams?â
that earns him a sarcastic roll of the eyes.Â
âwhy is it suddenly about you?â
âiâm helping you get your mind off the ghost!â
âcan we just⊠i donât knowâŠâ you avoid his intense gaze, chewing on your bottom lip. âcuddle?â
this is real, right? he isnât hallucinating?Â
he already made out with you until the two of you couldnât breathe. surely, cuddling is nothing compared to that⊠but he has pined for you for months. going from zero to a hundred is giving him emotional motion sickness. like a rollercoaster, but arguably more dangerous. and he shamelessly lives for that.Â
âoh, so you got mad at me last week for hugging you but now you want to cuddle?â he mocks humorously.Â
âchange is the only constant in life.â you say as a matter of fact.
and jungkook isnât very fond of that knowledge, but if it led you to his arms tonight, then he can try to make peace with it.Â
he spreads his arms, and you push yourself close with an arm over his waist, until youâre properly hugging him and he has your body cocooned with his.Â
he breathes out a sigh. this is heaven.
âso? have you dreamt of me?â
you make a noise of protest, cheek squished against his chest.
âcome on, humor me.â he coaxes you into revelation. âitâs my birthday.â
ââŠwe went on a ferris wheel once.â
âreally? were we on a date?â
âi donât remember.â
âwhat were we doing?â he continues poking.
âi donât remember.â
âthatâs it?â he grumbles. âyou must remember something else.â
you giggle. âit was a long time ago, jungkook.â
âand you didnât dream of me again after that?â
âstop,â you draw back just enough to see his face. âwe have more important things to discuss.âÂ
jungkook gulps nervously.Â
more important things like what? the meaning of that kissâŠ? um, kisses? the label of your relationship? are you really bringing it up right away like this? he imagined he would be the one to do it.Â
âthereâs one fish left without a name.â
oh⊠his face falls.Â
âhave you thought of one?â
âi have, butâŠâ you jut out your bottom lip. âdonât we decide together?âÂ
beneath the stoic demeanor you parade around wearing, he realizes that youâre just like everybody else, craving to be held and to spend quality time with someone who makes you feel special.Â
he doesnât hold back on kissing you.
âwe will!â he pinches your cheek, which brings out your smile. âiâll tell you what i think.â
âthat goldfish actually reminds me of you.â
âreally?âÂ
you nod eagerly.
âhow so?âÂ
âthe both of you,â you giggle. âalways follow me around.â
his jaw falls slack, not expecting to be called out like that. youâre having fun with the fact that heâs wrapped around your finger, huh?
âso you want to name it after me?âÂ
âsomething like that, but letâs make your name sound cute.â
you hum as the gears in your brain turn. on the other hand, jungkook is not thinking at all, heâs memorizing your face. maybe itâs an artistâs sickness aggravated when faced with the apple of their eye.Â
âjung⊠kookâŠâ you take a long pause, lips left in the shape âOâ due to the pronunciation of his name. âkookâŠ?â
âyou know, i do get called jungkookie sometimes.â
âjungkookieâŠ?â you slowly repeat the nickname.Â
seconds later, your face lights up.Â
âthen how about kookie? cookie but with-â you draw the letter into the thin air using your index finger. âa âkâ?âÂ
jungkook is relieved that you instantly put two and two together. he didnât want to be the one to suggest it. honestly, rather than a cute vibe, heâs going for the manly vibe.Â
âit sounds so cute. what do you think?â
âi think so too!âÂ
as long as it makes you look this happy, heâd accept any name that you come up with.Â
âokay, itâs official.â you return to cuddling up to him. âi can sleep peacefully from now on.âÂ
was that bothering you? you truly do care for them. he thinks you might care more than he does.Â
âletâs sleepâŠâÂ
before closing his eyes, he plants an affectionate kiss on top of your head. the truth is he doesnât want to sleep. if it was up to him, this moment would stretch into forever. as you slip into unconsciousness, he tries his damn hardest to resist it. he yawns, wipes his sleepy tears dry on the pillowcase, caresses your hair and forces his hand to move again when it falls on the bed.Â
âjungkook?âÂ
he hears your voice in its tiniest form yet.
youâre still awake?Â
he barely is anymore.
âmhmm?â
âi really am,â he feels a light tug at the back of his shirt, your weak hand forming a closed fist. âsorry.â
â
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jungkook wakes up at 5am with his stomach grumbling for food. your positions shifted throughout the night and he lies there cuddling you from behind, spending five minutes or so dwelling on regrets. he pictures the cake in the fridge, still in pristine condition, and how different it couldâve been if he didnât stop himself after three stolen strawberries.Â
after that, he thinks about breakfast. rolled omelette would be amazing right now. he just stocked up on side dishes too. only problem is he forgot to buy eggs.Â
who goes to the supermarket and somehow manages to miss the whole egg section?Â
jeon jungkook, apparently.Â
a challenge arises: getting out of bed without waking you up. he isnât a novice, but he isnât exactly an expert either. he figures itâs just based on luck, and heâs⊠very unlucky.
he manages to slip out the arm youâre using as a pillow, replacing it with a real one hoping that you wouldnât notice the difference in your sleep. a second later and youâre already stretching out your limbs.Â
âwhere are you going?â you utter raspily, swollen eyes from sleep peering at him.
âout- to buy eggs for breakfast.â he replies in a low voice.
you start to harshly rub off the sleep from your eyes.Â
âiâll go with you.â
âthereâs no need.â he strokes your hair gently. âsleep more.â
you shake your head stubbornly. âi need to buy something too.â
you drag yourself off of the bed before he can stop you. from your toes down to the heel, you slightly stumble when your feet touch the ground.
âiâll brush my teeth.â
â
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once you and jungkook step out of the building, you both find that itâs still before sunrise, but the street lamps are already turned off. everything under the sky is washed with a shade of blue. it feels almost illegal to be here with no other souls walking the streets, but you can breathe a little easier, and youâre warm because jungkook is holding your hand inside the pocket of his jacket.Â
what was supposed to be a stolen glance turns into an enamored gaze.
âyou look pretty.âÂ
âso do you,â the two corners of your mouth lift into a quick, shy smile.Â
âyah, jungkook!â
thatâs taehyungâs voice.
his best friend approaches from the opposite direction, a pomeranian on a leash waddling and wagging its tail beside him. despite the distance, jungkook can already see his smirk poking fun at him.Â
count on him to disrupt a perfectly romantic and peaceful moment.
as soon as they meet halfway, jungkook shows him a grimace.Â
âwhat are you doing here?âÂ
âto return your camera,â he waves the silver film camera, its strap wrapped around his wrist. âiâm taking tannie on a walk so i decided iâd bring it over.â
âokay, give it and go on your way.âÂ
jungkook snatches it from him, wearing the camera around his wrist as the rightful owner.Â
when taehyung finally sets his sight on you, jungkookâs fear of embarrassment instantly kicks in. if he says something stupid, he swears to godâ he lets go of your hand in favor of putting his arm around your shoulder, gently tugging you closer to him.Â
âyou must be ____!â taehyung snaps his fingers when he, at last, recalls your name, which jungkook knows heâs grown tired of hearing. ânice to meet you! iâm taehyung.âÂ
âah, yesâŠâ
jungkook senses your awkwardness. he presses his lips into a thin line, sending his best friend a threatening glare that screams âi know iâm a hypocrite, but donât embarrass me.â
âitâs nice to meet you too.â you offer him a polite bow.Â
âyeontan seems to like you a lot.â taehyung laughs, gesturing at his dog who is nuzzling its face against your shin.Â
jungkook also smiles in endearment. thatâs another animal drawn to you for some unknown reason. he canât say heâs surprised.Â
âdoes he bite?â you cautiously ask.
âno, heâs nice. you can pet him.âÂ
you nod, bending down to gingerly scratch yeontanâs fluffy ears. âhello, yeontan.â you quietly greet him with a voice so sweet.Â
âhonestly, ____ looks familiar to me. have we met before?âÂ
âmust be when she rode the dreamboat before.â
âi donât think thatâs it though?â taehyung tilts his head, still racking his memories for your face. âi think i saw her more recently, but maybe not with pink hair.â
you stiffen beside jungkook, knees going weak out of the blue. you straighten up, but you keep your head slightly bowed down, hair falling over your face.Â
âthatâs impossible. maybe it was someone who looks like her.âÂ
âah, maybe,âÂ
taehyung rubs the back of his neck, giving in to the theory.
âalright then, tannie is getting hyper.â he snorts at his pet trying to run away but is held back by its leash. âsee you around, ____! iâll see you at work, bro!âÂ
âsorry about that.â jungkook intertwines your fingers again. âletâs go.â
he moves forward, and you get left behind.Â
â____?â
his concern grows when he observes your despondent body language.Â
âare you okay?âÂ
âhuh? oh- iâm okay.âÂ
you snap out of it, but as you walk to the convenience store together, jungkook gets the impression that something is weighing on your mind.Â
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jungkook watches you move around the store through the viewfinder of his camera, zooming in on your face when you whip your head around. it fails to capture the countless packs of lozenges youâre hugging to your chest.
âmiss ____, who are you buying so many candies for?âÂ
you blink down at them before innocently staring back at the camera. âtheyâre for my co-workers. itâs flu season so many of them are getting sick.âÂ
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with the sun returning to reign over the vast sky, the shade of blue has been replaced by an orange hue. the two of you walk back to your apartment building in silence. he doesnât know whatâs wrong, if itâs his fault or not, but your mood changed after your encounter with taehyung.Â
youâve decided you want some space and jungkook respects that. the entire time, he thinks about how his hand feels empty without yours. is he being paranoid? he feels like heâs already woken up from a dream too good to be true, crafted out of his greatest fantasies, and heâs going to be thrust into a nightmareâ learning that none of it was real. this endless push and pull with you, heâs grown to be somewhat ill at ease in your presence.Â
he wants it to go away.Â
he moves closer, content with the mere brush of the back of your fingers against his, but that small pleasure is robbed from him when you pull your hand away.Â
âletâs stop here.âÂ
the decisive tone of your voice instantly fills him with dread.Â
you turn to face him, and he searches your eyes for any trace of emotion. sadness, or fear, or even humor⊠but he gets nothing.Â
âletâs stop seeing and texting each other.â
and heâs scared most of all when youâre impossible to read. just when he thought he had managed to slither past your walls, he is met by larger and stronger ones with welded spikes.
âwhat are you talking about?âÂ
âi donât want anything to do with you anymore.âÂ
you said it like itâs nothing. like you havenât consumed his every thought since he saw you crying and you broke his heart without him knowing your name. like you havenât been breaking his heart over and over again and he still canât bring himself to detach from you.Â
âwhat is this joke? itâs not really funny.âÂ
but he laughs anyway, or else heâd start crying, and youâd want him less.Â
âjust forget all about me.âÂ
his muscles tense. even now, he doesnât know if heâs angry, but he is lost and it hurts so much, and he doesnât know how else to express it without appearing weak.Â
âyou think thatâs something i can just do overnight?â
âwhat makes it so hard?â you raise your voice. the venom stings without the bite. âyou donât even know me that well!âÂ
âthen what was last night even about?â he hisses, hands balling into fists. âdid you do that just to fuck with my feelings? am i just a game to you? what the fuck is your problem, ____?â
âyou told me to use you to make myself feel better!âÂ
it completely catches him off guard when you stomp your feet and produce guttural screamsâ it borders on a childish tantrumâ you damage your throat in doing so, voice coming out high-pitched and scratched up.Â
his jaw clenches, straining to hold back his tears. the sun has risen and youâve come to your senses. he regrets opening his eyes and acknowledging the morning.Â
âit didnât workâ is that what youâre saying? is that why youâre throwing me away?âÂ
he doesnât get a verbal answer, but your glassy-eyed stare and labored breathing have answered enough.Â
âwow, that hurtsâŠâ he chuckles sarcastically. âyah, seriously- i have to give it to you. iâm shocked⊠youâre good. youâre a good actor.âÂ
he uses his middle finger to wipe the corners of his eyes, acting as though they are tears of amusement.
âyou know, out of everyone i liked⊠you have to be the most cruel.âÂ
jungkookâs pride has never been this crushed. he feels utterly infuriated and humiliated. yet another exchange of âi should have listenedâ and âi told you soâ between him and his best friend. heâs also sick and tired of his heart leading him to the opposite direction of the love he deserves.Â
âi hope you find some other lunatic who would let you use them too. have a good life.âÂ
this time around, he walks away, and he would like to think that he did it on his own terms.Â
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jungkook loses his appetite after that. he informs his manager that he wonât be able to go to work because heâs feeling under the weather, then he drags himself back to bed.Â
your scent has clung to the pillowcase, the sheetsâŠÂ
itâs unbearable.
despite his lack of energy, he forces himself to set up the extra bed on the floor. he expected himself to have difficulty falling asleep, but the amalgamation of physical and emotional exhaustion pulls him down under.
he wakes up again in the afternoon. he ignores the cake in the fridge, instead snacking on yogurt and crackers while watching a movie on his computer. he takes a long shower after and buries himself in assignments until dinner time rolls in.Â
by this time, he assumes taehyung has blabbed about what he saw this morning. his friends must think heâs out here relishing in the honeymoon phase. how he wishes it was true.Â
he has that whole carton of eggs but he doesnât have it in him to cook anymore. maybe itâs best that he surrounds himself with people, disrupt his depressing thoughts with loud chatter, and so he makes plans to go to the street market.Â
âwait!â
he sprints to the elevator, managing to slip his arm between the doors before they close entirely.Â
under different circumstances, this wouldâve been fate instead of bad luck.
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you stand your ground as jungkook enters the elevator, not sparing him a glance. just like you wanted, he also treats you with indifference. itâs hard to breathe in an enclosed space with him now that he hates you.Â
two girls from the eleventh floor enter; they stand infront of you and jungkook.
âdid you find the video?â the girl infront of you, with the blonde hair, asks impatiently.Â
âwait- iâm looking for it.â her friend, you assume, replies as she is focused on aggressively scrolling and tapping on her phone screen.
âhaving a sex scandal with your professor? wow, thatâs really something. how does that even happen?âÂ
your blood runs cold.
from that statement alone, you can make an educated guess on what exactly they are talking about, but your brain tries to reject the thought. there are many scandals going around these days. maybe theyâre talking about somebody else. you hope they are. does that make you a bad person?
âthatâs not confirmed, though. the guyâs face doesnât show in the video⊠oh, i found it!â
she presents her phone screen to the blonde-haired girl, and you feel as though gallons of ice have been dumped over your head. through the gap between their arms, you get a good view of your face. of the video you were forced to watch so you could acknowledge your sin⊠the video that not only damaged your reputation but stripped you away of everything. your dignity, your dreams, your people, the essence of your being.Â
you donât need to look to know that beside you, jungkook is also secretly watching.Â
youâre trapped.Â
âthis was really popular at snu but it suddenly got spread outside. my cousin who studies there said the girlâs parents are like- super rich- and they tried to bribe the university, but she still got kicked out. i think her name is ____?â
you bow your head to hide your face, vision gradually going blurry. strangers drop your name so casually to tell the shortest life story known to man. they discard the majority of the parts, retain and distort what entertains them, and in the end, they decide who you are.Â
you knew it was going to happen eventually, but this isnât how you wanted jungkook to learn.
you didnât want to be here for it.Â
âwow, sheâs going at it.â
a scandalized gasp.Â
âno wonder men are going crazy over this. even the quality is-â
âinsane, right?!â the storyteller whisper-shouts.Â
âbut⊠what if she doesnât know sheâs being recorded? getting kicked out sounds a bit unfair, no?âÂ
âno, no- she even holds the camera when they switch positions. watch!âÂ
you canât. you canât take it anymore. you turn away, squeezing your eyes shut in extreme anguish.Â
you donât realize that youâre shaking until jungkook holds your hand tightly, itâs almost crushing.Â
âah, what are you doing?! turn it off! turn it off! itâs too disgusting from this angle!âÂ
you look at him in shock, for a split moment you forgot he was there. his features have softened; so does your heart.Â
although you canât exactly figure out how heâs feeling, youâd take anything that isnât disgust.Â
the elevator reaches the ground floor.Â
as the girls take their leave, you also attempt to step outâ but jungkook doesnât let you. he grips your hand tighter and he presses the button of your apartment floor.Â
âwhy did you- i need to go to workâŠâ you meant to chastise him, but your voice comes out small.Â
âstay a little bit. itâs still early.â he speaks to you softly, wiping off the beads of cold sweat on your forehead.Â
when did that happen?Â
âno, i need to-âÂ
you feel dizzy; the walls are closing in on you. the turning of your stomach is bordering on intolerable. you lurch, pushing him away as you clamp a hand over your mouth and gag uncontrollably. youâve had to experience this humiliation in school hallways, public spaces⊠in front of your friends, your parents; in the deanâs office. this is the first time your body is having this type of reaction; you feel physically sick, like your body is shutting down.Â
he rubs your back as an effort to alleviate your ails. âare you okay?â
you could answer, but whatâs the point? youâre breaking down in front of him again. youâre no longer the mystifying neighbor he obviously yet secretly cherishes. he has discovered the missing puzzle piece you could never bury even if you died trying.Â
âdid you enjoy it?â
âwhat?â
you wish he would stop looking at you with those big, sparkly eyes. at this moment, theyâre making you feel small.Â
âthe video. was it fun watching it too?â
the silence is suffocating.
he utters your name. he doesnât know what to say; you donât know what you want to hear either.
âit doesnât change the way i see you.â
âbullshit,â you spit outâ a knee-jerk reaction.Â
âlook, i-i donât know what happened but this isnât right. you donât deserve this. you can sue ever- wait! ____!â
the elevator opens and he chases after you, effectively blocking your path.
he has officially wore you down.Â
âitâs not me,â you declare near to tears instead of pushing him away. âitâs not me, jungkook. i d-donât know how they- they did it. i know it looks so real but itâs not me. i swear-â
and as an act of desperation, after months of having given up on proving itâs all some sort of well-orchestrated deception, your hands come up to the buttons of your blouse.
âitâs not my body.â
âno no no- you donât have to do this! this isnât right!â jungkook freaks out and binds your wrists with his hands, unwillingly using his strength on you when you fight back. he anxiously glances at the camera monitoring the hallway. âstop, stop-â
âi just need one person to believe me.â
âi believe you, okay?â he captures your wrists in one hand, the other tenderly caresses your cheek. âi believe you. i promise.â
he cradles your head on his shoulder, hugging you so tightly it almost feels like youâre one person.
âwhen the girl said you might not even know you were being recorded⊠the terrible thoughts i had- like what if heâŠâÂ
itâs too much alone in his head. he canât bring himself to say it into the universe.
âbut you didnât get hurt, right? nothing like that happened? itâs not even real.â he sniffles, holding you tighter as if that is still possible. âthatâs a relief⊠i mean- this, this is bad, what happened to you is. but i was scared.â
you remain there, dumbstruck and motionless. the line between standing and letting jungkook carry your weight has blurred.Â
you wish he would never let you go.
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jungkook brings you to his apartment, sits you down in the kitchen, and takes out his birthday cake from fridge. he conveniently finds two pairs of chopsticks in a plastic bag on the table and offers you one, which you accept without thinking. you think he understands that you donât want to talk about it but you canât be alone right now either.Â
chocolate is supposed to help raise oneâs spirit, doesnât it?
well, it tastes delicious, and jungkook is with you. you feel a little less shitty.Â
he canât sit still, though.Â
he cracks open the eggs he bought this morning into a bowl and starts chopping up vegetables to be mixed into it. all the while you sit and watch in silence. no, in peace. the rhythmic tapping of the knife against the chopping board is like music to your ears. even the sound of the oil crackling as he pours the beaten eggs into the frying pan.Â
you abandon the endorphin-inducing treat on the table. you saunter over to jungkook in search of something else more associated with love, sneaking your arms around his torso. a tidal wave of relief washes over you. this feels more like resting, and you canât believe youâre saying this, better than drugs. as it turns out, youâve been homesick for a body you havenât touched. a hug canât fix your life, but it may convince you that itâs possible to survive an unfixable life.Â
however, the key difference between jungkook and nicotine is that you canât simply have jungkook because you want to.Â
what he has unleashed upon you is greed.
âiâm sorry,â the more you apologize, the easier it becomes, but youâre also growing sick of it. âi didnât mean what i said. i was scared of your reaction when you find out so i pushed you away⊠i keep taking you for granted. iâm sorry.âÂ
âitâs okay, i understand.â he rubs your forearm comfortingly. âjust donât do it again⊠it really hurt.âÂ
âi like you too.â you confess like youâre running out of time.Â
you no longer have room for apprehension. you canât gamble with your chances once more when thereâs not much left.Â
âi wasnât playing with your feelings. up until earlier, i thought iâd never be able to let you know, so iâm doing it now. i like you.â
a chill runs along your spine. it feels immensely intimateâ how jungkook slowly takes a hold of your hand and guides it to his soft lips, pressing a long kiss to your skin.Â
âi like you too, a lot.â his laughter makes his body vibrate, waking up the slumbering butterflies in your stomach. âincase i havenât made it obvious enough.â
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âwill you stay?â
you nod your head as you joyfully munch on your fresh homemade meal. âtheyâre already forcing me to use my vacation days anyway.â
he makes a noise of surprise. âyouâve never missed work?â
you shake your head no.
ârude clients aside, i like what i do. it helps me keep my mind offâŠâ you wave the radish-bearing chopsticks. âthings.âÂ
he only nods, ruffling your hair affectionately. âyou should eat well, okay?â
âyou too!âÂ
you feed him a big bite of your omelette, and then rice, and then kimchi.Â
it results in stuffed cheeks and aggressive chewing, but you look especially happy watching him eat. jungkook assumes that itâs just how you express your affection, and itâs euphoria to be at the receiving end.Â
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you found your way back to where you were last nightâ jungkookâs warm bed. comfy pajamas and tangled limbs. everything went to shit after you left, so if you were to get stuck here forever, he wouldnât disapprove.Â
he listens to you talk as half of his mind is preoccupied by innocently kissing every inch of the exposed skin of your face and neck.
âiâm going to the salon tomorrow.â
he inwardly groans against your neck when your fingers card through his silky yet messy hair, twisting and tugging.
âwhat color should i color my hair? red? orange? brown?â
âred sounds really great?â he draws back in excitement. âbut iâm going to miss your pink hair. how did you maintain it for so long?â
âi only chose it because it doesnât look good on me.âÂ
âthatâs ridiculous!â he exclaims.
you snort. âi thought if it doesnât fit me then it would seriously change the way i look.âÂ
âthen you were very wrong. it fits you so well.â he passionately insists that you see yourself from his point-of-view.
âyouâre ridiculous.â
you donât believe him, but he still earns himself a kiss on the lips.Â
âhave you ever thought of getting a lip piercing?â
âwhy?â he fails to hide his smug grin. âwould it look good on me?â
âmhmm, i imagine so.â
you lazily trace his lips with your thumb. itâs suddenly making him dizzy.Â
âshould i get it then?â
ânope,â you reply with finality. âtoo many girls would fantasize about kissing you.âÂ
he bursts out laughing. âisnât that too much of a stretch?âÂ
âiâm a girl! iâd know!âÂ
âso youâre the jealous type, huh?â he cockily quirks an eyebrow.
âiâm not,â you scoff.
âpossessive?âÂ
âmaybe,â you shrug.
âcool,â he chuckles. âyou want to keep kissing?â
you donât answer and instead you meet his lips halfway with a tug at the collar of his shirt. youâre an amazing kisser; his brain goes haywire once you tilt your head and you kiss him deeper, tongue sneaking in for a taste. he doesnât want to kiss anyone else again.Â
as the tension escalates into something hotter, your wandering hand manages to slip under his shirt, teasing and caressing his skin. fuck, he feels like heâs running a fever. however, when your fingers begin tracing and teasing the waistband of his calvin klein boxers, much as it feels heavenly and stirs something feral deep within him, he has to pull away.Â
not too fast.Â
he doesnât want to overwhelm you. heâs afraid youâre not thinking straight.
âare you free this weekend?â he asks as he catches his breath, tongue swiping over his swollen lips.Â
âsaturday night,â you reply with a drunk smile.Â
âsince you granted my birthday wish, shall we make your ferris wheel dream come true?âÂ
your smile fades away a little. âwhere you work?âÂ
he nods, but he senses your hesitation. âbut we can go to a different one, if youâd like.â
as your silence stretches, he also begins to regret having asked you in the first place. after what happened only hours ago, you must not want to go out in public and risk reliving that experience.Â
ââŠdoesnât it bother you that your friends may have seen the video already?âÂ
at that moment, taehyungâs voice rings in his ears.
âhonestly, ____ looks familiar to me. have we met before?â
his heart breaks upon the sight of genuine fear swimming in your eyes. he dips his head to press a kiss on your forehead, and he hugs you tight. and tighter. he doesnât pray much, or ask big questions, but he despises it when bad things happen to good people. he wants to protect you, but how?
âiâd tell them the truth. iâd fight for your case.â
âbut what if they donât believe youâŠ?â
â
a deafening crash resonates in the break room as taehyungâs body slams against the lockers before collapsing on the floor.Â
âah, seriously! i said itâs not her!â
âwhat the fuck, dude?!â taehyung yelps as he sits up, putting a hand over his assaulted cheek. heâs more offended than hurt if heâs being honest.
as it turns out, it does bother jungkook.
taehyungâs phone landed a few feet away from him. the video is still going, and unlike the people in the elevator, he didnât have the courtesy to keep it muted. obscene moans and sounds of skin slapping repeatedly play from the speakers at a low volume.Â
âitâs so clear, look! how can it not be her?!âÂ
âitâs edited! itâs ai, you fucking idiot!â jungkook scowls at him.Â
he picks up the phone, teeth gritted in anger as he exits the video and discovers that itâs posted at an adult website. the view count has reached five digits and the comment section is flooded. he knows this isnât the only place itâs posted. hell, other people could have it downloaded. although itâs not your body, itâs still you being violated and lusted after. he feels sick to his stomach.Â
âyou shouldâve said that from the start!âÂ
he looks away for a moment, squeezing his eyes shut, hard, hoping that would erase the explicit images and thumbnails from his memory. after gathering himself together, his eyes zero in on the report button.Â
he clicks âsubmitâ before he crumbles, weakly sitting down on the chair.Â
taehyung rushes to his phone that was tossed carelessly on the table. âah shit- the screen is cracked!âÂ
if this is how he feels, then he canât even begin to imagine how you feel.Â
he stares at the floor, eyes unfocused. the world goes on and his back remains hunched over as he struggles to make sense of what he should do.Â
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when you were called over to the human resource department, you didnât exactly prepare yourself to watch your alleged sex scandal on a 21.5-inch computer monitor. the light from the screen reflects on your skin. you have to harshly claw at the skin of your knee to stop it from anxiously bouncing; you force yourself not to also gag when the you on the screen chokes and gags.Â
âwas this reported to you,â you swallow the lump in your throat, shifting your stare to the man in suit and tie. âor did you find it on your own?âÂ
âmiss ____,â he leans in on the table, clasping his hands together. the golden band around his finger shines under the dim lighting of his office. âdo you even understand the kind of trouble youâre in?âÂ
âam i being fired?â
âbut you donât have to be.â he bares his teeth as if heâs delivering good news. you long to destroy his face and his condescension with your bare hands. âi believe we can agree on an arrangement.â
âwhat do you meanâŠ?â you ask carefully, grasping the tiny bit of hope that what you have in mind isnât what he meant.Â
âi think you know what i mean. youâre smart.â
your heart drops to your stomach when he side-eyes the screen.
âdo you expect me to beg for my job and do the same things i did in the video?âÂ
âwhy?â his tone then becomes threatening. you begin to hear your heartbeat thumping loud in your chest. âyou wonât do it?âÂ
but if you allow yourself to be intimidated and treated less than a human being worthy of dignity and respect, then you may never be able to forgive yourself.Â
your sharp eyes and your cutting words make up for its trembles.
âyouâre right, iâm smart. i know you donât have enough grounds to fire me. you seriously think you can manipulate me this easy?â you contemptuously push over his name plate, the bronze metal tumbling and clashing with the wooden desk. âyouâre not qualified for this job.âÂ
your dismissal of his authority bruises his ego. he holds you in a hostile glare.
âif i were you, i would stop talking. right now.âÂ
âor what?â you challenge him. âyouâll hit meâŠ? what would your wife think when she hears about this conversation?âÂ
his face is contorted with anger and frustration, but he is visibly holding himself back from doing something else that would damage his career.Â
âi plan on suing the people who are responsible for this. iâd appreciate it if-â you gesture at the monitor. âyou can delete your copy too. iâll clean my table and leave.âÂ
âyou have a real attitude problem, you know that? you need your eyes opened to the reality of life.â the alarms in your head starts blaring when he slowly gets up from his seat. âi think i know what i need to do to fix it.âÂ
âdonât you dare touch me.â you grit your teeth, tears welling in your eyes as he circles his desk. âi will kill you.âÂ
he squats on the floor beside you, wearing a mocking grin. you want to move away, but the chair is too small, and youâre determined to show him that you have no fear.Â
âyouâll kill me?âÂ
he grabs a fistful of your hair, tilting your head back, and a scream is ripped out from your throat. the pain is mind-numbing; if he does it long enough, your guess is that youâd surely faint. he forces your head to the direction of the monitor.Â
âwho you should be killing is the man who put you in this situation.âÂ
you close your eyes. you try not to let him get under your skin, but the tears rolling down your cheeks are your self-made traitors.Â
you have. in your head. a million times. is it truly a man? is he even alone?Â
as you tiredly re-open your eyes, you unleash the pepper spray youâve been holding under your thigh and begin spraying it all over his face. when he collapses on the floor, screaming and clawing at his own skin, your hand also falls limp over the armrest. you take a deep breath, blinking at the mess you made with heavy eyelids.Â
does it hurt that much or is he simply dramatic?
youâd stay and enjoy his demise, but you decide heâs not worth your time.Â
â____, come back here!âÂ
âoh-â you freeze on your tracks.Â
you pull the lace of your company id over your head, hurling it at his face. he rolls over with an agonized groan.Â
âi quit!âÂ
you unlock the door, dry your tears, and walk out of his office with your chin held high.
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you stand at jungkookâs door, staring down at your shoes. youâve been contemplating on whether you should knock or not. you want nothing more but to crawl into his arms, but a part of you is holding back. is it right to drag him into your world? youâd hate it if he becomes infected by your sadness. it broke you to pieces when he cried because he thought you were hurt. what would his reaction be if finds out what happened tonight?Â
â____!â
jungkook approaches with a plastic bag from a 24/7 restaurant nearby. judging by his tousled hair, he mustâve just woken up from a long nap. and you think to yourselfâheâs so handsomeâas he walks over to you and you scramble to collect yourself.Â
âhave you been waiting long? sorry, i had to buy dinner.â Â
âi just got here.â you deny.Â
âis that so?â he stops infront of you, eyeing your outfit. âis everything alright? youâre home from work so early.â
âi went home.â you force a smile. âiâm not feeling so well.â
it takes everything in you not to cry when he starts stroking your hair with the gentlest hand.Â
âwhatâs wrongâŠ?â he frowns. he worriedly presses the back of his hand on your forehead, then your neck. âyou are a bit hot.â
âi think i just need some more sleep.â you dismiss the topic quickly, throwing your arms around his neck for the hug youâve been yearning for since you walked out of that office.Â
his free arm wraps around waist, pulling you taut against him. he doesnât ask you anything. like you, he closes his eyes, and he nuzzles his cheek against you, not taking any second for granted.Â
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 you spend the remaining days before saturday locked up in your apartment, withholding the fact that you quit your job from jungkook. with work gone and social media apps wiped out from your phone, thereâs not much to do. just like always, you feed the fishes and converse throughout the day over the phone. they eat less and less as the weather gets colder. you bring up the growing size of the fishes and he agrees that they should be moved into a bigger tank soon. he sends you photos of him bored in class and you send him photos of you in bed. every second that passes by, you feel guilty for holding on to him until the very end.Â
you greet him with a radiant smile, opening the door just enough for him to see your face. you can tell that he styled his hair, sprayed on more perfume than usual. he looks absolutely dashing. it almost makes you mad.Â
âare you ready?âÂ
you can feel the crushing weight of everything that hides behind the door. your clothes, your shoes, your self-care, your stacks of medical textbooks⊠your entire life packed in boxes and bags.Â
jungkook was right. out of everyone he liked, you must be the most cruel.Â
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he doesnât take you to his workplace, and instead brings you to their largest competitor. the amusement park is swarmed by locals and tourists alike, waiting for the firework show to commence. you hide your face with a thick scarf wrapped around your neck. youâve been waiting, freezing, in line for over an hour, but you donât mind it at all. it only means more time spent with jungkook.Â
you take turns in biting on the pretzel he bought to get rid of your boredom, happy and content in your shared bubble among the hundreds of voices within the vicinity conversing all at once. you become the other half of those lovey-dovey couples people cringe at in public. every now and then you and jungkook mimic a strangerâs voice, or the instrumental music from the nearby rides, and you laugh until your tummies ache. he hugs you to warm you up and you reward him with a kiss on the cheek.Â
âyour hair looks even prettier in person.â jungkook compliments you with stars in his eyes.Â
âthank you! it turned out better than i expected. iâm really happy about it.â you gush, confidence renewed. you eat the last piece of the pretzel happily. âred or pink?â
âokay, red does suit you better,â he admits. âbut i still think you were also beautiful in pink.âÂ
âsince youâre always saying that, iâm starting to believe it.âÂ
âyou should, because itâs true.â
âhave i ever told you that youâre handsome?â
he shakes his head with a half-amused, half-sheepish smile.Â
âwell, youâre very handsome,â you declare playfully, but you believe it a hundred percent.Â
âthank you,â he bursts into a fit of giggles, and it delivers you a special kind of joyâ making him happy.
âlemonade?â he offers you the drink heâs holding.Â
you slot the straw between your lips, taking a few sips. your eyes widen in surprise, also delight. âitâs hot?âÂ
âitâs good, right? i feel so warm.âÂ
he sips on the drink himself. at the same moment, the line begins to move.Â
âoh! itâs our turn!â
he grabs a secure hold of your hand, not allowing a slither of chance of you slipping away from him. you give out your tickets, and the remains of them returned, one of them jungkook takes and the other, you slide into the pocket of your shoulder bag.
âoh, itâs too high-â
your nervous pondering is interrupted by a yelp, thanks to jungkook effortlessly lifting you into the moving cabin with his hands on your hips. with a boyish grin, he jumps in after you.Â
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he curiously watches you set up your phone on the parallel side of your shared seat, you and him filmed by the front camera and displayed on the screen. he chooses not to say anything, but he is pleasantly surprised that you are the first one who initiated on recording this memory.Â
once you fix it into the perfect angle, you return and sit beside him with a hint of satisfaction painted on your expression. but as soon as the the cabin quakes mildly, it morphs into nervousness.Â
âitâs okay, itâs normal.â he strokes the back of your head, reassuring you. âare you afraid of heights?â
you scoot closer to him, and he forgets how to breathe for a moment when you innocently lay your hand just above his knee. âi try not to be.âÂ
âi was going to suggest the rollercoaster next, but maybe not.â
once again, the cabin moves, causing a whimper to emit from your throat. your nails begin to dig into his thigh, their sharpness dulled by his denim pants.Â
âanything but that- i have bad memories with the rollercoaster.â
âmaybe i should sit on the other side to balance ourselves bett-â
âstay!â you quickly pull him back down, resulting to another shake. âin my dream, we sit next to each other.â
âoh,â his lips shape into a smirk. âanything else i should know about?â
âyou had your arm around me.â you bat your eyelashes.
he does as you request, hugging you to his side.
âlike this?â
you shake your head with a sound of disagreement, moving his hand from your arm down to the curve of your waist.Â
âyou suddenly remember everything.â he remarks with a teasing squeeze of your flesh.Â
you sheepishly smile, shrugging. âeh, i remember this much.âÂ
he loves moments like thisâ when your innocence rises to the surface and allows him a glimpse of your purest parts. they completely contradict everything your brain leads you to think is for your protection. you donât want to be alone, and you do want to be held.
amidst his bittersweet musing, the night sky begins to be lit up by a sequence of launched explosives, shooting off glowing embers that descend slowly through the air.Â
he jolts on his seat and clings to you as a result.
âah, that scared me!â he whines in annoyance.
you spare his scaredy-cat moment a short giggle. you barely pay him any mind; you didnât even look at him. jungkook decides to watch the fireworks from your wonder-filled eyes. the colors soar across your irisesâ he canât really differentiate the silver and the gold; thereâs also blue and green; a lot of red.Â
his view from here is one-of-a-kind. he temporarily mistakes you for a painting. brings out his phone. snaps photos of you like one instinctively does in an art gallery.Â
the mortification only sets in when your eyes meet the camera and upon realizing, you give him your dazzling smile.Â
âyou should watch the fireworks too.â you scold him lightheartedly, redirecting his hands outside. âtheyâre amazing.â
and he obeys you.Â
for a short while.
you catch him longingly gazing at you sooner the second time around. he likes that he doesnât need to look away anymore because his feelings are already out in the open, and most importantly, reciprocated. he catches your eyes flicker to his lips. he swears this is the most romantic scene of his life. will anything ever come close? you cup his cheek in your delicate hand, bringing your plush lips to his. he wonders how many times you also hesitated to kiss him before. how long would it take before he has kissed you more times than he didnât?
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jungkook is glued to his phone, walking at a slower pace behind while you search the spacious parking lot for your motorbike.Â
the wicked reality he stole you from momentarily waves at him as a reminder that ignoring it doesnât make it disappear. a notification from a fan that says they found a clip of your video on another social media platform and reported it there too. a notification containing the link. he clicks on the app and finds that his latest video has reached almost half a million views.Â
technology has gone too far. how is there no law for this yet??? someone's life is ruinedÂ
what is this. you've totally ruined the video for me
jungkook!! when are you going live again?
everyone stop spreading the video around!!!!!!!!!! report it if you see it!!!!
but how come you suddenly made a ten min vid talking against ai so passionately? do you know this girl personally?? haha
lol? he already talked about ai in a live before. his follower would know that he knows a lot about editing and technology too. hes using his knowledge for good. stop assuming
it was obvious from the start ă
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the expressions look a bit unnatural. this is unsettling.... i feel so bad for her
um .. am i the only one who doesn't know about this
you're better off not knowing đ
it's gone viral recently
how? it's all over my feed
his temples throb with a threat of an incoming headache. he can only hope and pray that he didnât do more harm than good⊠and by some miracle you donât find out about this, at least not before he is prepared to see you mad at him again. sharply inhaling, he swipes out of the comment section and tucks his phone back into his small crossbody bag.Â
âwait for me!â
he jogs to catch up to you, hurling himself to your back. you are both nearly knocked over if not for him throwing his strong arms around you.Â
âyouâre so hyper. are you a puppy?â you groan. âgo put your helmet on.âÂ
âthis hurts my pride. i said iâm not wearing it again!âÂ
he is, once again, left with no choice when you forcefully shove your only helmet over his head.Â
âcalm down, nothing bad will happen anyway.âÂ
âthis feels so wrong.â he continues complaining. âeveryone i know owns an extra, just so you know.âÂ
âwell, i never planned on riding with a passenger.â you pull down the visor, sealing the deal. âhold on tight, okay?â
â
how often do you see a man on the road sitting at the back of an expensive motorbike that his cool girlfriend drives? jungkook wishes someone could take a photo and send it to him as a memento because being that man is pretty darn fun. except for the part that youâre not wearing a helmet and heâs also freaking out in the back of his mind, especially when the vehicle tilts even at the slightest.Â
but yeah, fun.Â
until the rain starts to come down and he ends up numb from the freezing cold.Â
your driving speed decreases. you move farther into the center of the lane to avoid the slippery paint on asphalt.Â
âjungkook, remove my glasses.â you instruct him urgently.Â
âokay!â his arm freezes in the air. âwait, where do i put it?â
âfuck, anywhere. over my head!â
 â
owing it to your driving experience and extreme carefulness of your passenger, you park at your designated parking space safely. by the time you do so, the rain has become a downpour.
ârun!â you shout as you both begin to brave it.Â
for the record, jungkook tried.Â
his shoe slides against the wet and slippery ground and a startled scream leaves his mouth as it all happens too fast. he lands on his butt, but loses balance again and ends up completely lying down in the middle of the parking lot.Â
âjungkook!âÂ
alongside the fierce raindrops, your frantic footsteps bringing you to jungkook contest in creating loud splashes. you get down on your knees, forcibly shaking his frame with yet another call of his name.
âare you okay? where are you hurt?!âÂ
garnering no response, you resort to giving his face weak slaps.Â
âstand up. this isnât funny.âÂ
his ears catch you blowing out a sigh, layered underneath is the most adorable growl he has ever heardâ reminds him of a tiger cub. there is the lightest trace of smile on his lips as you carry his head over to your lap with utmost gentleness.Â
âjungkook!âÂ
you wipe his rain-soaked face with your rain-soaked hands as if it would do something. he dies of laughter inside.Â
âare you being serious right now?!âÂ
he slowly cracks one eye open, and then the other, greeting you with the most gleeful giggle. heâs so stupidly happy itâs almost painful. chest-restricting. doesnât help much when you hit his chest, rightfully so, and he laughs harder.Â
âugh, youâre so annoying!âÂ
his upper body tumbles over again to the wet ground when you return to your feet. the view from here is not that bad. he is losing half his mind from the cold and his eyes are blurry from the rain. it presents itself as the perfect opportunity to say something cheesy about going to heaven, but would an angel nudge him with their foot and say âstand up. weâre totally going to get sick now, you jerk!â before running away?Â
in jungkookâs defense, he checked the weather forecast this morning. itâs painfully clear to him now that they lied. the two of you are dripping all over the floor mat in front of the buildingâs entrance doors. there is no other choice but to wring your clothes here to minimize the trail of mess you will leave behind when you go up to your units.Â
youâre squeezing out the water from your hair. he is left with a white t-shirt sticking uncomfortably to his skin as he does the same with his sweater.
the earthy and distinct smell of the rain clings to the air, and therefore, everything.
âjungkook,â
âyes?â he cranes his head to your direction and your eyes connect.
âdonât get sick.âÂ
âi wonât! iâm healthy. i only get sick once a year.â he boasts with a grin.Â
given the length difference, jungkookâs method is messier than yoursâ he shakes the water out of his hair like a puppy.Â
âokay, rude-â you chide at him, flinching away from the shower.Â
âoh iâm sorry!âÂ
didnât think about that, he winces.Â
âaquarium after showering?â
â
âworms make me queasy.â you make a noise of disgust as you dispose of your plastic gloves.Â
âbut clem loves them.â
âtrue,â you return beside jungkook, who is watching your five beloved swimmers with pure fascination. âbut not as much as coral does.âÂ
âsometimes i wonder if theyâre getting tired of seeing our faces everyday.âÂ
âi hope not,â you frown.
after all, theyâve taken over a considerable chunk of your daily life for the past half year. you worried more about their meals than your own. you hated it when clementine and dahlia would get scared and hide from you at the beginning. you worked hard to gain their trust. how long will it take for them to forget you? contrary to the three-second memory span myth, you read that they can keep memories for weeks, some claim months, at least five, or even years.Â
âyeah, probably not because they associate us with food.â he chuckles.
âthatâs true.âÂ
he straightens up and drops himself on the couch. while youâre alone, you take your time to prepare your heart.Â
you try your hardest to look at every little detail of each fish, anything you havenât seen before. you always loved the way their tail and fins glide and flow as they swim, reminiscent of long hair blowing with the wind. when they play about the shipwreck, it feels youâre being healed. something broken can still be a source of joy.
âi had a wonderful time, by the way.â you turn to jungkook, making your way to where he is. âthank you for tonight.â
âme too. i was so happy.âÂ
he squeezes you to his side, dipping to press a kiss to your temple. you never understood people who preferred forehead kisses until you met jungkook. a kiss on the lips meant being wanted, and maybe that was everything to you.
âbut iâm buying the extra helmet myself tomorrow.â
âyou donât have to do that!â
while he laughs, you force a smile.Â
thereâs no point. there will be no next time.
âno but thank you for everything, really⊠my life has been a living nightmare but- but i felt like a person again when i was with you.âÂ
you take a pause, willing yourself not to cry. you need to tell him everything you havenât said so you can live with less regrets.Â
âyouâre such a kind person. iâm sorry that i always lashed out on you too. just because i was hurting doesnât make it right to hurt you.âÂ
âwhy are you talking like that?â he questions you suspiciously. he masks his nervousness with a tone of humor. âit sounds like youâre saying goodbye.â
because you areâŠ
youâve never been good at goodbyes. the original plan was to leave in the middle of the night without letting him know, leaving a note was an option. either way you know that you will hurt him, and as an admitted coward, you didnât want to witness that.
but in the future, when you reminisce about him, you donât want to be overcome with guilt. and when he reminisces about you, you donât want memories of you to be tainted with bitter resentment. you hope that when either one of you sheds tears, the pain of loss eventually becomes gratitude for what you had momentarily.Â
and so, you take a deep breath.
âi need to tell you something.â
he stares back into your eyes without saying anything. in the duration of that silence, jungkook is able to interpret and predict where your shared story is heading.Â
âyouâre leavingâŠâ
the end.
you never considered that hearing him say it would hurt much more than telling him yourself.
âwhen?â
âmy flight is in six hours. iâm so sorry.âÂ
you nearly break down into the tears, but you harshly chew on your bottom lip. you canât cry, not in front of him. you donât have the right.
âmy parents, they finally forgave me⊠i can continue studying with their help. but no one wants to accept me here anymore, i tried, everywhere⊠so iâm going back with them to milan.â
âwhere they workâŠâ he says meekly. he remembers you mentioning it in passing.
âcanât you postpone?â he tries to spark up even a smallest crumb of hope. he places his hand over yours, squeezing lightly. âeven just for a day?â
you shake your head, unable to look him in the eyes, but you flip your hand over so you can hold his. and you do. tightly. and when it doesnât feel enough, you use both hands and you clasp him in between.Â
the silence in between is suffocating.
âwhen will you come back?â
âi donât know.â
âi can wait-â
âno, you canât.â you interrupt, looking at him decisively. âyou shouldnât.âÂ
with hardened features, he challenges your stare. youâre not scared or intimidated. heâs not angry. heâs justâŠÂ
âthatâs not for you to decide.â
fighting for you.
youâd be a hypocrite if you said that you wished he wouldnât.Â
âjungkook, please, donât.â
you throw your arms around his neck, hugging him so he wonât be able to see your face and decipher your thoughts. deep inside, with logic thrown outside the window, where all you can see and feel and touch is him, you wish that he would beg and convince you to stay.Â
âyouâd only waste your time doing that. youâll meet someone elseâŠâÂ
those words leave a bitter taste in your mouth. possessive, he jokingly described you once.Â
âdonât say that.â he interjects.Â
âyou deserve to be happy, jungkook. there is so much more to life.â
âi knew- i-i had a feeling you would leave soon. i just didnât know when.â
a tear drips from your eyelash; you hug him tighter and wipe it off on his shoulder.Â
âi wish i couldâve done more.â he utters regretfully. âto help you. and comfort you. you endured everything on your ownâŠâ
âyou believed me and you stayed with me. you did more than everybody else.âÂ
taking away the science of it, itâs common knowledge that a hug has wondrous healing effects. itâs one of those things that we naturally learn through experience, feeling. the hormone and neurotransmitter oxytocin can affect how we feel and respond to pain. studies say that it kicks in for hugs that last at least six to twenty seconds.Â
âwill you be okay there?â he whispers. heâs gently stroking the expanse of your back and it feels like getting tucked into bed.
by now, youâve been hugging jungkook for over twenty seconds, and you realize that the time is irrelevant. perhaps what they are referring to are the hugs you wouldnât mind staying in forever.Â
âiâm scared,â you confess. âbut iâll be okay.â
a glimpse at the aquarium and enters a silly, gutwrenching thought.Â
âyou know⊠maybe in another life,â you peek fondly into a future that may very well never exist. âweâre old and married, and we have a big pond instead of an aquarium.â
jungkook draws back and stares you down with his tearful eyes.Â
you clear your throat, face going warm with regret. âsorry-â
âyouâre impossible-â he mutters before leaning in to kiss you.Â
youâre frozen at first, mind going blank, until heâs kissing you deeper, gripping your waist tighter, with intense emotions youâve never felt him express before, and you are forced to remember that this kiss is a goodbye.Â
your hands around his neck fall over his shoulders, and you grant him the power to let you fall into the abyss where nothing else exists but the two of you.Â
you stop worrying about the time ticking.Â
you do not think about pulling away.Â
he is the one who breaks the kiss and your heart is broken.Â
his gaze is heaving with longing as does his aching chest. âwhy canât it be in this life?â
you think this is when the gravity of the situation comes crashing down on you. jungkook is once in a lifetime. he is the person you will dedicate a memoir to when you reach the point in life where the only thing left to do is to look back. revealing the closet full of skeletons of who you were and who you will never become. he will be the subject of your what ifâs, the other main character of the alternate version of your life story. the cynics will clamor, your time together was too short for it to have meant something, ignorant of the most lamentable griefâ and you will envy them for it.
the corners of your mouth are lifted into a wistful smile. âfate made us meet at the wrong time, when iâm the wrong person for us.â
 â
when you arrive at your apartment, you are deprived of the privacy to break down. your brother and your family driver, mister lee, have only begun hauling your bags and boxes. you try to ignore their presence, head straight to the bathroom, but as always, your brother doesnât allow you peace.Â
âare you seriously bringing your motorbike too?â
you take a deep breath to compose yourself, but you still end up gritting your teeth. âitâs mine.â
âitâs too expensive to have it shipped-â
âshut up, youâre not the one paying for it.âÂ
you turn on your heel, but you become rooted into place when you hear jungkookâs name.Â
âthat boy you were with- jungkook, is it?â
you face with him a look of suspicion, eyebrows furrowing. âwhy do you care?â
he casually leans against the kitchen cabinet, hands tucked into his jeansâ pockets. âhe must genuinely like you a lot to make that video. the tide has turned because of him.â
âwh-what are you saying?â you sputter. âwhat video?â
he narrows his eyes at you. âyou donât know what iâm talking about?â
âare you fucking with me again?âÂ
âyeah- okay, nevermind.â he dismisses the topic, straightening up to pick up one of the boxes that will be carried to his car.Â
âmoon!â you irritatedly shout his name, throwing the first thing that your hand touches. the comb hits his back before falling on the floor with a smack. âwhat is it?!âÂ
âgod, ___! itâs nothing! forget about it!â he barks, going straight for the front door with two boxes stacked in his arms. âgo and make sure you didnât forget to pack anything. i donât need you nagging me when a package gets lost on its way to milan.âÂ
youâre obviously having a hard time. canât he go a little gentler on you?Â
âand cover your face.â
âdoes it matter? iâm already leav-â
âdad asked for itâ not me. just do it, ____.â
you weakly slump back against the wall. you have no fight left in you today. youâd like to commend yourself for making it this far, surviving the worst of the worst and having the courage to come out of the tunnel, but you fail to make the distinction between being strong and becoming jaded.Â
âmaâam-â mister lee offers you a handkerchief. âi found it in one of the drawers. did you mean to leave it behind?âÂ
you shake your head, and with a cold, shaky hand, you take it from his open palm.Â
once the tears begin to slide down your cheeks, there is no more stopping them.Â
as a sign of respect to you, he also leaves the room.Â
you choke back a sob, clutching to your chestâ the handkerchief you were never sure if you were given or you stole.Â
â
jungkookâs tears glimmer from the lighterâs dancing flame. after several clicks, he manages to light up the cigarette. he isnât innocentâafter all heâs already an adultâbut itâs a habit he makes an effort to avoid. surely, he can give himself a pass today, though. heâs heartbroken, and he feels pathetic enough hanging out in the alleyway you frequented.Â
he blankly stares at the lighter you believe you lost due to your carelessness. thinking back to your words from earlier, heâs furious at how calm you appeared. it was an easy decisionâ leaving him behind.
the rain has stopped, but raindrops collected by the roof still trickle to the ground and clang against metal pipes. Â
with trembling lips, he exhales the smokeâ a sob threatens to be ripped from his throat and he roughly covers his mouth to stop it.Â
what could possibly be the lesson heâs supposed to learn from this pain?Â
he didnât know where else to go. at his apartment, heâd feel you leave. at the lobby, heâd see you leave. heâd go far, but he doesnât want to be too far. until the very end, he is at your disposal.Â
you couldâve been the one. no, he desperately wanted you to be the one. if you had stayed, he wouldâve loved you as often as he breathedâ but your paths intertwined only to be unraveled.Â
some sadistic tool, fate is. what was the point of finding you again?Â
a passerbyâs fleeting shadow blocks all sources of light casted over jungkookâs secret place.
you wear your only carry-on, a duffle bag, around your body.Â
you cross the street with unhurried steps.Â
as you climb into your getaway car, jungkook flicks off the ash from the cigarette held between his fore and middle fingers.Â
the tires roll over the wet asphalt, leaving behind a hissing echo. your brotherâs car follows suit.
thirty-five, thirty-six⊠jungkook anxiously counts the vehicles he hears driving away.
was one of them you?Â
âŠare you gone?
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YES!!! they're both so immediately all-in and thriving in the whole crime found family environment
kinda soft for how at the end of the panamanian monkeys job hardison goes up to harry and says "i need you to help me with something, man" and harry--two episodes into knowing these people, who have not been shy of their opinion of him (at this point, sort of affectionately disdainful?? this isn't a criticism i'm just pointing out they've literally talked about bonking him on the head, wiping his accounts/credit score/whatever, and dumping him in venezuela in front of him lol) and his immediate response--all soft, too--is a completely earnest and sincere "anything, anytime". like. a) i love harry and hardison's interactions SO so so much. i think they're probably my two favorite leverage characters and i also just love every interaction they have, even though it's not a lot. b) harry is SO ride or die SO fast. and like i get it, in many ways--especially in his eyes--they saved him. but like also. he's so funny. he got adopted/stolen by a group of thieves and he rolls with everything SO fast. he's just like yeah okay this happening now! yay! :) dflkjgglkhjh
#also the like. harry not being the mastermind (thank GOD) or a 'nate replacement' but isntead being the heart...... and what if i cried#đ„ș him and hardison...#also i still will never not find it funny that the team bring sophie to a museum to steal something liek they're window shopping#like see anything you like??? :D [gesturing to the paintings]#and she's like [zeroing in on a pathetic middle-aged babygirl trying and failing to steal a painting] yes.#they're like 'sophie we meant a work of art' and she's like 'no. i'm stealing this random lawyer.' and then they KIDNAP him.#and it WORKS because he looks normal but he's actually also unhinged#he's just like yeah this might as well happen. cool.#good for him.#i imagine later sophie's like 'yeah they were trying to help me steal a work of art to cheer me up'#and harry's like all warm and teasing and a little self deprecating 'and you got me instead huh?'#and she's like 'exactly. i chose my favorite piece of art in the place.'#and hes like 'đł?? huh???'#god but really. sophie seeing that potential in him. hardison seeing that potential in him.#the others being willing to trust that and slowly seeing it too.#and he's not used to people seeing the good in him. not used to like#letting the good in him shine#you know? fuck. im weeping over harry leverageredemption everyone#noah wyle i love you#also him and breanna's dynamic is also one of my faves#so him breanna and hardison is just. what a trio.
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