#he just listened to the nth bullshit today

[lowkeyclueless5137]

#givecaterabreak

The middle man! Cater really is there to witness these dumbasses going at each other daily... U-U

Poor him... but it's funny nonetheless :'3

Music for the BG:

I lowkey have a sense of dejavu. What about you?

And as in dejavu, basically like I've seen a similar scenario -3-;

Also! In 2 days is Christmas! :D

Until next time! Buh bye!

[aswaki]

big mts [smt x reader]

seok matthew x reader | 1.5k word count | crack

“hanbin sets you up with his friend, ‘big mts’”

contains: short!reader, no gendered terms for reader, suggestive tone (at the end), cursing, blind date theme, family friend!hanbin, mention of choking, brief appearance of jiwoong

“sung hanbin, i am not going out with a guy called ‘big mts’,”

you gave the raven haired man in front of you a deadpan look. his phone was in your hand, a text notification displayed on the screen. it said, “i’m almost there!” and the sender’s name was indeed ‘big mts’.

okay— sung hanbin was a thoughtful person. you had never doubted that. not when he listened to your rants about how stagnant your life was on top of every other bullshit you’ve thrown his way. he made it his mission to be your guardian angel even when you didn’t ask him too. just like how he sent you to a string of blind dates.

it began when you were talking about how there was nothing exciting happening to you for the nth time. you had been so passionate in your rant; your face was flushed. your hands were moving as you talked. hanbin had been moved but jiwoong, who sitting beside him, was the opposite. he simply looked so done.

“you know what you need? you need to get fucked.” jiwoong had declared as he leaned forward. he put his hand on top of yours. a faux serious expression was painted on his features. you stopped ranting, obviously shocked at his words.

“hey!” hanbin slapped jiwoong’s arm. they did a slight stare off while you simply giggled at their antics.

“but you know… he’s not wrong. maybe you need to meet more people! not the fucking. do not listen to jiwoong. you don’t need to be fucking everyone.” his brotherly instincts coming out. his voice was almost far away. hanbin looked at you, deep in thought. you could almost see the gears working in his brain.

that was one random day a few months ago and then the rest was history. it led you to a series of hang outs and dates. you didn’t know hanbin knew that many people. most of these meet ups didn’t end well. you wondered if hanbin just had an ad of you on craigslist (especially with a date with that one person who you were sure you saw getting dogpiled on twitter before).

so it led you to today. earlier, you were over at hanbin’s apartment unit which was a few doors down from yours. you went there under the pretense of hanging out with him. when he opened the door at you, he merely declared, “you look terrible. go change.”

he pushed you out and led you back to your unit. you look down at your sweats. is it not acceptable to be in comfortable clothes on chill days? you opened your mouth to protest but he beat you to it, “you are going on a date!”

“not again!” you screamed.

you removed yourself from his hold and ran to your door. you were not going to lose a couple precious hours of your friday to go with a possible insufferable person you just met.

you felt victorious escaping hanbin. you sighed in relief as you put the key in your doorknob. the door opened with ease but before you could close it on hanbin, he caught up with you. he easily slid right in. oh, curse his long legs. you could only glare at him. the universe was unfair for giving him tall genes but skipped it on you.

hanbin called you by your full name and said, “you are going to change and go on this date. don’t you disappoint me.”

“do i have too? you know what happened the previous times. just give up.” you whined at him. seriously, you were convinced he was bored too, that's why he was trying to play cupid.

“go. change.” he told you as he placed his hand on your shoulders and directed you to your room. the both of you were really close, almost like siblings. you tried to be childish and put all your weight on your feet to stop you from moving. your attempts only failed.

“i swear, this time is different! he’s my friend. he’s really nice and adorable. you’d love him. he just came back from canada. that should be interesting enough for you. go talk about maple syrup or something.” you turned around and gave him a blank stare. 

“okay, maybe not maple syrup,” he backtracked, “but please, please. i showed my friend your photo already. he thought you were cute! if this doesn’t work out, i’ll lay off but he’s already on his way so you need to change!”

your eyes widened. this person thought you were cute? and already on his way? jesus, hanbin knew how to get you working. this person could be a freak but he did say you were cute. you knew hanbin could also be pulling things out his ass but hey, flattery works.

“fine. this is the last one.” you gave in. hanbin nodded excitedly. you went to your room to quickly change your outfit and prepare yourself. you wanted to exceed expectations. this was hanbin’s mysterious friend. you can’t afford to look stupid. plus, given the previous statistics, this could mean this would be your last blind date for a while. you weren’t hoping this would be it. you just wanted to get this over with. you didn’t think it was bad wanting to look good to celebrate the end of hanbin’s crazy project. an end of an era.

you looked at the mirror satisfied with your look. when you stepped out of your bedroom, hanbin wasn’t in your living room. his phone, however, was. it lit up signaling a message came in. you picked it up, scoffing at what you saw. he texted he was close by already but what got to you was the bold letters, ‘big mts’ that flashed on the screen above his message. you thought it sounded obnoxious. you didn’t want to be with someone obnoxious, even for a brief moment.

hanbin came out of the bathroom. before he could express approval at your outfit, you marched over at him and shoved his phone to his face. “wha-”

“sung hanbin, i am not going out with a guy called ‘big mts’. i draw the line here.”

he merely laughed at your words and at the look you sent his way. he knew you were going to give him another one of your rants.

you wiggled the phone in front of his face then you sucked in a deep breath before yapping, “he sounds repulsive. how could you be friends with him? what kind of nickname is that? who calls himself that? do you really want to send poor little me with a person who seems to be as ridiculous and egotistical as ‘big mts’? nevermind that he called me cute. are you even listening? stop laughing. i will call your mom.”

like a spirit drawn to the pleas of mortals, the doorbell rang interrupting your spiel. you sighed in defeat knowing ‘big mts’ is here. hanbin turned to walk over to your front door. you followed close behind him.

“seriously, hanbin, can’t we just ignore him? what kind of name is ‘big mts’?” you huffed as the doorbell rang again.

“you’ll see,” he cryptically replied. hanbin opened the door. he greeted his friend enthusiastically— “matthew!” —they hugged each other. when they pulled away from the hug, hanbin revealed someone who was not as repulsive as you thought.

you wish you could eat your words.

standing right there by your door was a man. he had a well bulked up build. a silver chain adorned his neck. his biceps were exposed by his sleeveless top. his chest stretching his shirt out. thoughts were racing in your head and none of them were pg rated. it wasn't your fault he had a very big... heart. you could only hope you didn’t look pathetic right now checking him out. you understood why he was ‘big mts’. you could see it with your own eyes. you wondered what else is big...

hanbin stifled a chuckle as he nudged you. well, shit, you probably did look pathetic right now.

“hi i’m matthew.” he said, looking at you with an amused smile. his adorable smile was a stark contrast to his body. holy fuck, you felt so shallow right now.

you looked down as he extended his hand at you. even his hands looked good. it would've looked even better if it was around your neck. (but what would be best if it was his biceps choking you.)

ah, you were about to cry. you were the freak, not him.

you grabbed his hand and shook it with no hesitation. you enjoyed his warm smooth skin. “you ready to go?” he asked after you shook hands.

“yes! i am! let’s go!” you replied with much eagerness that surprised all three of you. matthew nodded a goodbye to hanbin.

“jiwoong’s right,” you muttered to hanbin as you gave him a hug of thanks and farewell. hallelujah to the caring, determined (and nosy) sung hanbin for introducing you to his friend.

you gave a matthew a brief look, eyes moving over his handsome face and mouthwatering form, before whispering again to hanbin, “oh, i’m so going to fuck him.”

a/n: tgif! here's a silly little fic as dialogue practice because i truly feel my forte isn't with dialogues. i was actually writing another fic during my break earlier but then i decided to do this. when i remembered hanbin has matthew saved as big mts on his phone, it went downhill from that. i also didn't plan on posting this because i only wanted to put all my smut brainrot in this blog but then eh. sorry for my attempts at humour btw??? might do a part two if anyone wants???? smut???

divider credit: saradika-graphics

[miyuwuki]

Kuroko hurt/comfort.... pleeeeeeeease? 🥺🥺🥺

even on your worst days

a/n: ty for this req!

warnings: hurt/comfort, angst, reader lashes out, reader is insecure

kuroko tetsuya x reader

if there was one thing you felt bad about, it was the bad days.

the days where you felt highly irritable by everything around you because you just couldn’t be bothered. the days where your emotions were a little more loose; and the days where you just wanted to be alone. everyone told you it was normal— that you’re human, that everyone goes through them; so why do you feel so bad, especially after lashing out on your boyfriend?

“y/n, i bought your favourite drink.” your boyfriend said, placing it on your desk. you muttered a small thank you and kept your head down in your arms, no energy to look up.

“you don’t seem okay.” he continued, “is there anything that happened?”

“no.”

“is there anything i can do? maybe we can go out after school.”

“it’s fine.”

“or maybe—“

“i said it was fine, tetsuya. don’t you see i wanna be alone right now? just go away and do whatever.” you huffed, listening his footsteps slowly fade away.

-

you groaned into your pillow, your tears daring to spill from your ducts as you kept replaying the events in your head. you didn’t mean to be mean to him, you truly didn’t— but it just came out suddenly. during his entire time with you, both friendship and relationship, he had been nothing but patient with you. one day you could be breathing fire, the next you could be as calm as water— it didn’t matter, because he still understood where you were coming from. so what did you give him? shit? poor anger management skills? it’s true, and those facts alone made your heart clench.

you cried into your pillow and fumbled with the phone in your hands, sending a quick text to kuroko.

you> i’m sorry.

and you threw your phone aside, ashamed of confrontation and sighed. “gosh.” your phone buzzed too quickly, and being the curious person you are, you grabbed your phone and read the text.

tetsuya ♡ > don’t worry, y/n. i’ll be here when you need me.

you didn’t know what it was; whether it was the heartache or guilt, but you sobbed yet again at his calm composure.

you > no, i really am sorry. you’ve been nothing but patient and loving with me and all i do is shut you out, get mad, and give you bullshit. i don’t know how to properly handle my emotions and i’m sorry that you get caught in most of it and you don’t deserve any of it and—

you took a deep breath, wiping your eyes.

you> —and i’m sorry that you have to deal with it. i can’t even say it to your face.

you tossed your phone for the nth time, your mind clouding with all your insecurities, doubts, and worries. what if you weren’t good enough? what if it was actually that hard to love you? what if this is the reason that everyone just seems to get tired of you?

“i fucking suck.” you sniffled, “everything. it sucks.”

and then again, your phone buzzed.

tetsuya ♡ > can i call you?

you responded with a yes and picked up the phone almost immediately when it rang.

“y/n,” he breathed through the phone, “can i tell you something?” you hummed.

“when i first met you, you were loud, cranky, and honestly very blunt.”

you scoffed at his words, but you let him continue.

“but you never failed to put people first and care for others with your utmost respect. you’re also kind, loving, and beautiful. you have the biggest heart than any other person i know. i’m no match for you, honestly, but i’m so lucky to call you mine.”

it looked like all you did was cry today, because the streams fell down your face again.

“i know that sometimes you have bad days and it’s a struggle to get through them. it’s not easy, and sometimes i know our emotions get to the best of us.” he took a breath, “what i’m trying to say is that even on your worst days, i love you. i’ll keep loving you even if you try to push me far away. just as you’re easy to love during your good days, you’re easy to love on your bad— and i mean it. because you are so important to me, and i understand that you just need a little space.”

“so don’t be sorry for anything, sweetheart. i know, and you should know that you always have me to lean on, even during the times you think you don’t.”

“i love you, okay? so much.”

you quietly whimpered through the phone, muffling your cries as you stuttered. “i-i love you so much, you don’t even know. thank you for accepting me, thank you for just— shit— everything.”

he softly chuckled, “anything for you.”

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[softjeon]

Blood of the covenant | Pt.3

• Pairing: wolf!yoongi x jungkook • Genre: angst, fluff | Rating: mature | wolf!AU (inspired by the tv show ‘bitten’) • Words: 11k | AO3 • Disclaimer: violence, blood, death, mood swings (because: wolves, duh)

written with @cassiavioletblue

↳  “The pack needs you.” It was an order, not a question and Jin didn’t even give him time to answer, when he spoke clearly, “I need you to come home right now.”

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Breakfast the next morning was just as weird. Jungkook had gotten up early and because the bed next to him had been empty he had went down into the kitchen to see if Yoongi was there. He was - together with almost everyone else. 

It was absolutely quiet while they drank their coffee or inhaled their food and Jungkook wondered if he had missed something. They all looked tired, lost in their own thoughts and Jungkook stood at the door for a moment, wondering if he should say something or be as quiet as them and tiptoe over to Yoongi to get some coffee. 

Namjoon took the decision from him. He came from the bathroom about to pass Jungkook to get in the kitchen when he stopped and lingered for a moment behind him. The younger froze when Namjoon picked at his neckline gingerly and pulled down his shirt until the skin was visible. “He doesn‘t bite your neck, does he?“ He whispered and yet it was clearly audible in the kitchen’s silence. There was a complacent tone in his voice and when he finally walked past him Jungkook could see his smug smirk. “Such a pity that Yoongi can‘t live out his true nature just because he chose to be with someone so...fragile.“

For the nth time, Jungkook’s cheeks darkened and he hurried over to take a seat next to his boyfriend, a little too close, feeling more than uncomfortable and exposed right now. They were still looking at him and only when Jin cleared his throat, did they all return their attention to their food. Being too tired, he hadn’t even fully taken on the breakfast table, that was richly filled with food, fruits and loads of bacon piled on a plate. Hoseok immediately reached for it, licking his lips in hunger as he filled up his own plate. “I see where you got your love for breakfast from,” Jungkook whispered towards Yoongi, placing his hand on his boyfriend’s thigh. Although his family wasn’t quite welcoming, it was nice to see where Yoongi got his habits from. “Why didn’t you wake me up? You always wake me up...” The younger leaned in a little more, not wanting anyone to eavesdrop (not aware that a wolf could hear perfectly fine without any trouble for a long distance). A pout appeared on his lips, “I looked for you last night…”

“I’m sorry, Kook. We had to talk about some family stuff, and it got way later than planned. Did you sleep well at least?” He gave Namjoon a glare when the other looked over to them, obviously still amused. There was no doubt that he was eavesdropping, laughing about the fact that Yoongi had to lie to Jungkook's face.

Jungkook shook his head softly, “I never sleep well if you’re not by my side. I got cold.” He frowned, taking one of the buns that Jimin offered him with a smile and thanked him quickly. “Is there anything else you have to do today? I thought I’d maybe want to take a walk around the grounds. It’s a really beautiful forest and last night…” His eyes began to gleam in excitement, “I saw some foxes or something. I’m not sure. I bet there's loads of bunnies and…”

“No!” Jin interrupted him before Yoongi could open his mouth. “You can’t just run around here, first it’s rude and second it’s dangerous. You might know foxes as cute little pets from TV or whatever you get your information from, but they are wild animals, not pets to cuddle.”

“I bet he can’t even tell the difference between a fox and a wolf...” Namjoon chimed in but Jin’s look made him shut up as he rather finished his porridge.

Jungkook couldn’t help but sigh. “I didn’t mean to cuddle the foxes but simply to take a stroll around.” He bit his tongue, not wanting to make it worse and simply gave Yoongi an apologetic look that told him more than a thousand words. Jungkook got up, thanking the others for the food and left the kitchen without another word, trying to ignore the scoffs coming from Yoongi’s family.  

Yoongi followed shortly after. “Jungkook? Are you okay?” It was exhausting trying to keep both sides of his life from destroying each other and he wished he could just pack up his things and leave but it didn’t work like that. As a pack member you had duties to fulfill, like coming when called even if you had your own life and different views than your pack leader. Jin could have actually done much worse than just giving him a hard time, if he had insisted on his right as a leader he could have told the others to hunt him down and they would have had to obey. So, in a way Yoongi was still thankful…but seeing Jungkook hurting, hurt him too. 

“You don’t have to listen to them, you know? Though... part of what Jin said is true. The grounds look beautiful, but they are actually very dangerous. It’s not all trees and moss and you could easily slip or fall - I broke my ankle a week after I came here for the first time because I underestimated how easily one can fall over roots or lose footing on the gravel. Also... there are wolves, you know.”

“I won’t go there if you don’t want me to…I just…I’m trying,” Jungkook could feel the tears burning in his eyes, the hurt and the disappointment clogging his throat and making it harder to breathe. “But they don’t even give me a chance, it’s like…they already have a set image of me, and I don’t even know what I did wrong. I want them to like me, Yoongi. They are your family and…” He blinked, turning his head to not let his boyfriend see how much it was hurting him. “I shouldn’t have come here. M-maybe I should get a hotel room? Then you can just get me when we drive home again after the funeral. It won’t be long until then, right?”

Yoongi pulled Jungkook close, aching for the younger and his attempts to still be kind towards his family. “Kook, please don’t trouble yourself with their opinions. They don’t need to like you, I know you’re gorgeous and that’s enough, right? I won’t change my mind about you just because they are coset minded idiots. You did nothing wrong! They just don’t like people... from the city. It’s all just prejudices and stereotypes. I’ve tried to prove them wrong a long time ago and it didn’t help so please don’t get your heart into this. It’s not worth it.” He gently wiped away the younger's tears, waiting until Jungkook signaled him that he was okay. “You shouldn’t get a hotel though, it’s expensive and the hotels here are not... that good and they won’t be kinder to you. All the people around here are weird, it’s a small town thing... I would understand it if you would want to go home though. I’d feel better knowing that you are okay there and don’t have to listen to all that … bullshit they say. Believe me, I only didn’t throw my breakfast at Namjoon’s face because ... getting Jin angry is bad for your health.”

There was a smile on Jungkook’s lips, when Yoongi talked about throwing his food at the others. It was always easy for him to make him smile again, to feel a little better. Jungkook nodded, taking in a deep breath as he relaxed a little more into his boyfriend’s hug. “I’ll stay until the funeral. If you need to stay here longer then, I’ll go home but I want to be there for you then. I don’t care what they say.” He placed a kiss on Yoongi’s lips. 

Yoongi’s smile wavered a little. He had kept his words vague when Jungkook had caught him packing but now with the younger here he needed to get a little more specific - without giving too much away. Why couldn’t he be a better liar and make up stories on the spot that made more sense and wouldn’t make Jungkook more suspicious? Yoongi licked his lips, deciding he would put as much truth into this as he could without getting reprimanded by Jin, but he would only make things worse if he kept lying. He didn’t want to lose his relationship over this! 

“The funeral is today... but we won’t attend it. It’s not one of ours, it’s a man from the village.” Of course, Jungkook looked surprised and so he kept going, quickly, before his boyfriend could ask too many questions. “The thing is he was found on our - on Jin’s - ground and it was a wolf that’s why... we need to find that wolf. Before the villagers come here and wreak havoc. I should have told you the truth right away, I’m sorry, I… I didn’t want you to worry. That’s why Jin and I really don’t want you to walk around here. The wolf probably won’t come close to the house, but I’d rather be safe than sorry. Will you promise me to stay in? Please?”

“A…a wolf attack?” Jungkook furrowed his brows, trying to wrap his head around all of this new information. “Why didn’t you tell me? I thought…I thought a family member…” He took a step away from Yoongi. There was something Yoongi didn’t tell him. “I was worried out of my mind for you. Why do they need you to find the wolf? The police should do that…”  

Of course, Jungkook kept asking questions! He was too curious for his own good! And as much as Yoongi loved Jungkook for his urge to get to the bottom of things and stick to the truth right now it was making this conversation really uncomfortable. “The police and us... we’re not on good terms. Also... it kind of is our fault that it happened on our grounds, isn’t it, so it’s a thing of honor to ...make sure that never happens again. We know the grounds best and we are way better at…”

The sound of someone clearing his throat had him flinching. He had been so focused on Jungkook and trying to make this believable without telling him the actual truth that he had missed Jin coming up to them. 

“Yoongi? I’d like to talk to you for a second.”

Jungkook instinctively turned away from the other, whose eyes seemed to be piercing into Yoongi. “I…I’ll be in our room.” He whispered, giving Yoongi a quick kiss, before he walked up the stairs quietly. Jungkook really didn’t like the way Jin was talking to them, as if he were bossing them around. Even if it was his house, he had no right to talk to them like this – but he also didn’t want to give Yoongi more trouble. 

Jin continued to look at Yoongi with his piercing gaze until the silence stretched between them and Yoongi got nervous. "What is it?" 

Jin scoffed, "Do I really have to spell it out for you? I don't believe you've forgotten our rules. 'Killing humans is only allowed in defense or to protect the pack'. The more you tell Jungkook the closer he gets to becoming a threat and I don't want to be forced to order his killing." Yoongi balled his fists, ready to snap at Jin but the other held up his hand to stop him. "Don't. I know what you want to say, and I know that you meant it when you told me you'd rather die trying to save Jungkook than following and order like that. Which we both know you would because you don't stand a chance against five of us, especially not while having to protect someone who can't protect themselves. So, let's just hope it won't come to that. I just wanted to remind you." With that Jin left him standing and torn, as Yoongi wanted both to be with Jungkook in an urge to physically shield him from harm and to go after Jin to tell him Jungkook wasn't a threat to the pack and would never be.

If he had known Taehyung was up in their room he would have probably chosen the former.

Taehyung had heard the steps on the stairs, but he still couldn't slip out of the room unnoticed so he and Jungkook were awkwardly standing in the door. Taehyung reacted quickly, "There you are. I wanted to ask you if you wanted to get a coffee or some tea...as your breakfast was cut short. We could try to break the ice a little, get to know each other..." He was a smooth liar and yet there was some truth in it. He actually was curious about the human that had stolen a werewolf's heart.

Jungkook eyed the other nervously for a second. Was it a trap to get to know more about him only to bash him in the end for their relationship again? He couldn’t tell. Taehyung hadn’t been the one talking badly about him so far, so Jungkook took a deep breath, trying to push down the doubts (and thoughts why the other had been in their room). “I wanted to take a walk into the village anyways, maybe you could show me around?” Jungkook smiled, a little too warily still - but he tried. He wanted to get to know Yoongi’s family, so even if this was a trap, maybe he could get to know a few things himself. 

“The village?” Taehyung hesitated for a second but then he gave him a broad smile. “Sure, let’s get out to the village and drink some coffee there, or something sweet like a hot chocolate for you?” They went down the stairs and Taehyung held the door open for Jungkook, only remembering to take his coat when the younger one put on his own.

Taehyung had pulled him along quickly and Jungkook couldn’t quite stand a chance and so the coat had been the only thing he could grab, before heading out in the cold. “Jin won’t be mad, right? That we’re taking a walk into town...I only promised him not to take a walk in the forest, right?” They stayed on the path, but Jungkook’s eyes seemed to be drawn back into the woods. “Yoongi explained it to me. Are you scared of what they’ll say about you, too? You can’t really be at fault for a wolf’s attack, just because it happened on your grounds, right?”

“He’s not a fan of the villagers but he only told us to not go alone there. And we’re not alone, are we?” He winked at Jungkook conspiratorially but then his face turned serious again. “I’m not scared but I understand why they are. They don’t know much about us and it’s a small town with lots of rumors and then there’s someone dead... we didn’t kill him, but I do think we have some kind of fault in this. It’s our land and we are responsible for what happens in it. We should have noticed that there was a rogue wolf. It won’t happen again though. We will find it and make sure it doesn’t kill again and then guard our land even more.”

Jungkook nodded, not really sure what Taehyung had meant with guarding their land more. It sounded strange, as if they would be walking patrol to not let any wolf in. That would be insane to do. The grounds were wide, it would take ages for one human to secure it all. He kept quiet, following the other who was telling him some kinds of random stories about the village until they finally arrived at a coffee shop.

The people’s head turned around immediately and Jungkook felt awfully put on the spot, but it wasn’t him who they were looking at but Taehyung. A grip on his shoulder, made him stumble ahead and to a table in the corner. “Can I ask you something?” Jungkook asked and when Taehyung urged him on to speak, he lowered his voice. “I don’t want to sound rude, but I have only known about you guys for a couple of days now and...I feel like...there’s something that I don’t get? You don’t really seem to hate me, do you? But Jin...he pretends as if he knows me. I really don’t want to harm any of you guys. I’m just here for my boyfriend, whom I really love.”

Taehyung placed his chin in his hand and grinned at Jungkook. “You’re a smart cookie, aren’t you? I don’t mind your questions, but you shouldn’t ask Jin any, he doesn't like that. You’re totally right, though, there are things you don’t get. We’ve all been living together for ages. And... I’m not sure if Yoongi told you but we’re not related in the usual way, we’re more a chosen family kind of thing. So, the villagers think we’re creepy or Jin’s a pervert collecting boys or something and they treat us as such. So Jin’s very, very careful of other people. And you kind of snatched Yoongi from him that’s why he doesn’t like you. Not you as a person, just you as someone who made Yoongi move to the city. You really do love him, don’t you? It’s not the kind of love that’s based on desire and novelty, you’re genuinely trying to be with him, right?”

“I am with him,“ Jungkook said, a little hurt that Taehyung made it sound as if he was only fooling himself and Yoongi and he weren’t a couple. “I love him, and I’d give my life for him in a heartbeat. There’s not a thing I wouldn’t do for him and I know he feels the same.” His fingers were wrapped tightly around the hot chocolate that the waiter had brought but he didn’t mind the heat. “But I never wanted to snatch him away from anyone. It was Yoongi’s decision to move in with me and I couldn’t have been happier. I wish Jin could see that.”

“Big words for such a young person.” He sounded rather amused but there was also something in his face that said that he believed him. “Be careful, someone might ask you to act on them.” He nodded in thanks when the waitress placed down his coffee even though it was set down at the very end of the table and the waitress made sure to vanish as fast as she could. “Oh, he knows. Yoongi is awfully stubborn, he’d never do something he doesn’t really want to. The thing is normally we don’t date someone from outside. We’re not allowed to and we’re fine with it. No one ever challenged that rule - until you came. The thing is, Yoongi didn’t tell us a thing and then Jin found out and they fought, badly, and ... well, you know how that goes. Words are said, threats are made...We haven’t seen him since. I don’t think Jin thought that your relationship would last and he had hoped for Yoongi to come back to us on his own, that’s why he’s so pissed that not only are you still together but Yoongi actually brought you. It must have felt like a slap in Jin’s face. To be honest neither of us were very happy about it, because Yoongi didn’t just leave Jin when he went away, he left all of us. However, none of it is your fault so I’m trying to get to know you and find out who you are as a person.”

“Outside?” Jungkook shook his head in confusion, “What do you mean ‘from the outside’? Just because I’m living in the city. I’m sorry, but I really don’t get it…what’s so wrong about it?” He bit his lip. It hurt and at the same time, he felt proud to know that Yoongi had fought for them in the beginning. “You seem to have awfully lots of rules that I don’t get.” Jungkook only now understood why the villagers thought of them as crazy. “Please explain it to me. Why does Jin put up those rules and why…why do you all follow them? Why is everyone doing what he orders immediately?”

“We all went to Jin for a reason. You only chose a family if your old one doesn’t work, right? Most of us simply don’t have one any more or we suffered too much from their hands to ever go back. Jin is only trying to protect us, the p... the people he loves. We could just walk away if we wanted - but then we would be back to being alone and helpless and being hunt...” He broke off, biting his lip. He avoided Jungkook's gaze for a moment until he had managed to restore the smile on his face. “It might look extreme from your point of view, but I can promise you this is not a cult or something, it’s simply self-defense. You just have to let us be and we’ll do the same.”

“So, you mean, you want me to leave him?” Jungkook’s expression hardened. He knew Yoongi didn’t have an easy life, so he was happy for everything he told him and never tried to pressure him in any way. “Yoongi is not alone anymore.” His voice sounded small and Jungkook sipped from his chocolate, trying to calm his rapid beating heart. “Is that what you want? For me to go and let him live with you again?”

“No. Of course not.” Taehyung shook his head. “You’d break his heart if you left him and even though it would mean that Yoongi would come back to us because he doesn’t have anywhere else to go it wouldn’t necessarily make it better. If he’s happy now then I’m okay with that. I’m just... I’m trying to find out if... You’d marry him, would you? ‘In health and sickness, for better or worse’, doesn’t it go like that? What if you had to accept a great part of ‘sickness’ and ‘worse’ in your life? You said you’d die for him and I think you actually meant it so anything else that’s not ‘death’ is better, isn’t it? No matter how strange or uncomfortable it may seem at first.”

“In a heartbeat.“ Jungkook answered without hesitation, holding Taehyung’s gaze. “I’d follow him to the end of the world…and I’m not sure what you mean. Yoongi isn’t sick, right? He never really…he doesn’t even catch a cold.” He was confused and nervous and Taehyung’s even more confusing speech wasn’t helping.

“That’s all I needed to know. Don’t worry about the rest.” He reached out and placed his hand on top of Jungkook to squeeze it. “We’ll deal with the rogue wolf on our territory and then you and Yoongi can go back home. And who knows maybe you’ll start to like his strange little family, and Jin might warm up to you in return. It’s possible for things to change. All it needs is a tiny little nudge sometimes.”

Jungkook nodded, sipping on his hot chocolate in silence. Yoongi’s family was giving him a headache, so much was clear. Everything else was still a mystery to him. But he hoped what Taehyung had said was true, maybe they could change something and maybe Jin would see that he wasn’t trying to take Yoongi away from him.

There was a pull within him, something that made him yearn for his boyfriend’s closeness even more so, therefore he was glad when Taehyung suggested to walk home again. 

When they arrived Yoongi was already at the door, phone in hand. He looked frantic and came over to meet them halfway. “Are you okay?” He gave Taehyung a look that said, ‘What did you do?’ as clearly as if he had spelled it out but Taehyung acted unfazed. “Don’t worry, we just went for a hot chocolate. I didn’t eat him.” His grin suggested that it was something he might have considered.

“I’m fine,” Jungkook wrapped his arm around Yoongi’s waist, giving him a quick kiss as they walked back inside. Yoongi was busy staring Taehyung down, when out of a sudden the sound of something crashing caught all of their attention. Jungkook was the first one to react, when he saw Namjoon’s half naked chest heaving heavily as he pushed against Hoseok hard who stumbled back from the open conservatory door. A vase was lying broken on the stone terrace. Without a second thought, Jungkook ran down the hallway and out in the garden, before either could throw a punch again. 

“Stop!” He stretched out both arms, pushing himself in between the two men. “Whatever it is! It’s not worth it!”

Hoseok looked at him in complete shock - and then he burst into laughter. He was laughing so hard he could barely breathe, and it took Jungkook a while to hear what he was saying. “That kid... he thought we were fighting for real... and he thought it was a good idea... to walk right in the middle of it!” He snatched Jungkook away from where he was standing and ruffled his hair. “God, you are the cutest! How can someone be so righteous and naive and get himself in so much trouble? I kind of get what Yoongi see’s in you now, it must be good for the soul to come home after a full night out to all this innocence and honesty.”

Once more Jungkook was more than speechless from confusion. A full night out? He tried to fix his hair, while trying to get what Hoseok was saying. “What? But…what are you doing?” He looked at Namjoon, who was cracking his knuckles as if he was just waiting to go at it again. 

“We’re wrestling. Play-fighting. Getting rid of too much restless energy. Training our reflexes. Whatever you want to call it. You could join us if you wanted. It might do you good.” Namjoon answered, a sparkle in his eyes.  His half opened shirt showed off his muscles and Namjoon cocked his head when he caught Jungkook looking. “Do you enjoy the view? Don’t tell me Yoongi lost his form.”

Jungkook looked over his shoulder to his boyfriend, who had followed shortly after but turned back around when he deemed no danger for him or anyone else. “Wouldn’t you like to know,” Jungkook answered out of spite, feeling embarrassed that he couldn’t see whether they were play fighting or not. But seriously - who in the hell playfights? 

Now that he was really looking at the others, standing a few feet away, he noticed how all of them were muscular. Even Jimin, who was smaller and had a thin waist, was muscled and strong, showing off his six pack easily as he was laying in the sun. Hoseok movements were fast and Namjoon easily kept up with him as they ran around the garden, catching each other and rolling on the grass as if they were predators and the other was his prey. 

The words Taehyung had said replayed in his mind. We will deal with the rogue wolf on our territory. Jungkook shook his head. It was mad and yet, there was not one thing that made rational sense anymore. There was a throbbing headache forming in the back of his head and Jungkook turned around, walking back into the mansion. Not a family by blood. Jungkook rubbed the sides of his temples, trying to focus. Suddenly it seemed as if nothing made sense anymore from Yoongi’s sudden night’s out to all the things the others said. It was as if they knew. As if they knew more than they wanted to tell him. As if he couldn’t handle it. Jungkook tried to take a deep breath, but it shuddered him. What if you had to accept a great part of ‘sickness’ and ‘worse’ in your life? Taehyung’s words kept replaying in his mind. Jungkook came to a halt right in front of the hallway’s painting that was hanging at the back. He hadn’t looked at it thoroughly, yet because it showed Jin and he only thought of it as very egocentric. He was standing proudly, the forest in the back that Jungkook immediately recognized as the grounds and a dog right next to him. Furrowing his brows, Jungkook cocked his head aside. It was a rather large dog, Jungkook thought to himself, taking another step closer. It had brown fur with white spots all over and when he narrowed his eyes, Jungkook could see that it wasn’t a dog. It was too big to be one.

It was a wolf. 

Jungkook’s eyes widened as he held his breath. 

…

“I couldn’t believe it at first with how long you’ve been together, but he really has no clue,“ Taehyung sounded curious, Yoongi rather defeated. “At least I hope he doesn’t. I did everything I could to hide it but he‘s smart and picks up on things easily. So far he hasn‘t really confronted me...“ 

“And did you ever try to hint at something? Or test his opinion about the occult? Take him to a festival, or a witch or...“ 

Yoongi interrupted him. “No, never. Nothing like that. I didn‘t want to give him any ideas. Also, it wouldn't help me to find out how he would react because just because he likes crystals or might be intrigued by tarot cards it doesn‘t mean he wouldn‘t freak out about everything else.“

Jungkook had moved on instinct to where Yoongi’s voice came from, gulping hard against the lump in his throat as he tried to be as quiet as possible, coming to a halt in front of the kitchen door. What were they talking about? His eyes flickered over to the painting again and then back at Yoongi.

Taehyung sighed. “You‘re right. You‘d only know for sure if you told him. And then it‘s too late... You know some of us wondered if it wouldn‘t be better for him to find out here where we could do something about it. We could let him come to terms with it away from the city and if he can‘t handle the truth...“ He left the sentence open, but it was pretty clear that whatever would have been at the end of it, it wouldn‘t be pleasant for Jungkook. And yet he wasn‘t prepared for Taehyung‘s next words: “Not Jin, of course. He would rather snap Jungkook‘s neck then risk him finding out anything about us…“

A gasp fell from his lips and Jungkook pressed his hand on his mouth. There was panic rising in his chest, something clogging up his throat. Fear. Or maybe just his flight response.

Suddenly there was silence and the only thing Yoongi could hear was his own frantically beating heart. “Jungkook?“ Before he could run the door was pushed open and Yoongi stood in front of him. “What are you doing here? I thought you were in the garden?”

Jungkook’s eyes searched Yoongi’s for a moment, but he couldn’t fathom it. He reeked for air painfully, before he started running. 

He just ran as fast as he could. 

Tears were blurring his view, but Jungkook didn’t care. He just needed air. Lots of it. He needed to think and to understand. Jungkook stumbled a little, but he didn’t stop as he ran into the forest, pushing branches out of his way. He needed to get away from all of this. From Jin. From their family. From their pack. Just so he could breathe again. 

Yoongi felt hot and cold all over, his heart beating into overdrive. This was what he had been afraid of and now he would have to face the consequences. He felt sick to his stomach and yet he was determined to do whatever he had to if it meant keeping Jungkook safe. The thought of losing him in the process made his heart feel like it was ready to snap in half. Besides him Taehyung had tensed up, ready to go after Jungkook and hunt him down so Yoongi did the only thing he could to keep Taehyung from running after his boyfriend, throwing himself in Taehyung's way. Their bodies collided painfully but he held on, trying to keep Taehyung down. 

"Wait! Please, wait, let me talk to him, I can fix this! This doesn't mean he knows! He might just be scared, don't hunt him! Please, Taehyung, I'm begging you, let me go after him first! I can talk him out of whatever he thinks he heard or saw!" He was desperate, so he was telling Taehyung whatever he needed to, knowing that if Jungkook knew he'd get him off the grounds instead of bringing him back, hoping that Jungkook could make it back to the city without him.

Taehyung growled low in his chest, his instincts kicking in to protect his pack no matter what. “You have five minutes, or I run after you. I might not be the only one who will notice…” Taehyung hissed through his teeth. The others were still outside and if they saw Jungkook running into the woods, Yoongi really should be the fastest one right now. 

“Thank you!” He bolted out the door, right after Jungkook who brought quite the distance between them but Yoongi was fast and he had his wolf senses and he knew that he would always find Jungkook, even in a crowd of people. However, the younger made it easy for him as he had stopped only a few hundred meters in the forest. He was standing frozen at a steep hillside, staring down as if he was trying to find the answers down there. Yoongi stopped short, out of breath and scared out of his mind. The slope wasn’t steep enough to be deadly in case Jungkook fell but he could definitely injure himself and the way the younger stared down there made him shiver. 

“Kook? Baby?” He carefully walked closer, holding his hands up to show that he was not a threat. “I don’t know what you’re thinking right now but… it’s not as bad as it sounded, okay? Whatever you heard, don’t believe what Tae said, he exaggerates a lot and …Kook, are you listening to me?” There was absolutely no reaction coming from the younger, not even when Yoongi was close enough to reach out for him. “Jungkook?” He gently touched the other’s elbow to make him turn and look at him.

He was pale, all color gone from his face when he flinched hard at the sudden touch. “I...I…” He couldn’t utter a word and only his eyes flickered back to the slope, where there was a dead body lying on the forest grounds. Or well - what was left of it. Jungkook gulped against the lump in his throat, but it didn’t seem to help as he gasped for air. “What...what are you? Did...did you? Did...Jin?” Jungkook hadn’t seen the other after breakfast and suddenly all of the new thoughts were spiraling down on him. “What is going on?” His voice sounded sharp, when he stepped away from Yoongi but not because he was afraid, but simply because it was too much. He dry heaved, feeling drowsy as the smell of blood reached them. 

“Please, get away from that...” He tried to pull Jungkook towards him but the other slipped easily out of his grip. Now that he was close the smell of blood washed over him, clogging his senses. It was already cold, the man down there long gone but still it was overwhelming. If he hadn’t been focused solely on Jungkook he would have noticed it way sooner. From behind them came an alarmed sound and Yoongi flinched. The pack members had caught on, someone must have seen them or tried to look for them and smelled the blood. Yoongi gripped Jungkook at his upper arms, keeping him still, forcing him to look at him. “Listen to me, I’m begging you to not ask questions or behave differently from before when the others arrive. I’ll explain everything to you later, just stay calm, tell them you wanted to see the woods and that you found …this by accident. Don’t tell them you’re scared, don’t say anything about...anything, please, Jungkook! You have to trust me now!”

How the hell was he supposed to stay calm, when there was a dead man lying right in front of him. His eyes were wide as he tried to follow what Yoongi was asking of him, but he nodded, reaching for his boyfriend to steady himself. He didn’t want to see the blood, nor smell it – so he buried his face in the crook of his neck. “I need to know, it’s driving me crazy, please.” Jungkook begged quietly, small whimpers leaving his lips, “I trust you, Yoongi. I always trust you.” He did. But he had to know the truth or else he couldn’t keep this going. 

Yoongi opened his mouth, trying to reassure Jungkook that he would tell him everything and that it would be fine when the breath was knocked out of him. He fell to the floor while Namjoon ripped Jungkook away from him, his arm tightly against the younger’s throat. “That’s enough now. We’re taking no more risks, not with a rogue out there and another body. You should have sent him home when you still had the chance, Yoongi.”

The scream got stuck in his throat and Jungkook gasped for air, trying to push against Namjoon’s rough grip. “N-no, no, please.” The panic was written all over him and Jungkook’s fearful gaze searched for Yoongi’s. “I’m not a threat, I’m…” He coughed, “Please!”

Yoongi trembled all over as his worst fears were starting to take shape right in front of his eyes. “Namjoon.. Joonie, please! Let him go! You.. you know me I wouldn’t hurt the pack and Jungkook wouldn’t either, he’s just scared because he found the body, he knows nothing, he..”

“He thinks that it’s me.” Jin interrupted him, walking nonchalantly into the scene with the other right behind him. “Don’t insult me with lies, Yoongi, I heard him.” He stepped forward until he was right in front of Jungkook. “So, you think I’m a killer hm? What now? Will you run to the villagers and tell them I’m leading some killer cult where we have to run around naked at night and drop bodies on our grounds for fun? Is that what you think, hm?”

“No, that’s not…” The grip around his throat loosened just enough for him to talk, but Namjoon didn’t entirely let go. “I don’t think you’re a killer!” Jungkook screamed back at Seokjin, who seemed adamant on speaking over him, but he had enough. “I was confused, and I didn’t get it. I didn’t understand and it still doesn’t make much sense to me. But I trust Yoongi. You’re all capable of killing, but you’re just as afraid of it as everyone else.“ His chest was heaving heavily, trying to push against Namjoon to get him to back off. “You’re wolves, aren’t you? The sickness you were talking of…” He turned to Taehyung, “The rules, how they all follow your lead…you’re a pack, don’t you?” It sounded absolutely bat shit crazy and maybe he was going insane. But that was the only explanation he had. The full moon nights, when Yoongi left him every time, had always kept him wondering. It couldn’t just be that he was fascinated by the moon, he figured that out a long time. 

Jin patted his cheek. “Smart boy!” He turned to look at each of his pack members, even Yoongi who was still on the ground too scared that Namjoon would hurt his boyfriend if he made any wrong move. “And that is exactly why we don’t let humans get too close. They might not get it at first but if we let them stick around for too long they will figure it out sooner or later. And then we have to kill them to keep our secret. No one wants that. And yet some of us thought they should still break the rules and risk all of our lives - including the humans.” He looked at Yoongi with a sad expression. “I warned you so many times. But I guess some people have to make their own mistakes. You’ll remember after you had to bury your loved one.”

Jungkook’s heart stopped when Jin talked about killing him so easily, as if he meant nothing, while he still had to process that he hadn’t deny any of his thoughts. They were a pack. And they were ready to kill him.

“No, no, you can’t…” There were tears in Jungkook’s eyes when he spoke, “I love Yoongi, I do. I always do. I would never hurt him or his family. I’ve loved him with all of his flaws before and I still do, please, Jin.” He didn’t wipe the tears away but let them flow as he begged. “What do you need me to do to prove it to you?”

“There’s nothing you can do now, sweetheart. Yoongi sealed your fate the moment he brought you here. We can’t trust humans; we’ve learned that the hard way. I won’t take any risks here.” With a sad smile Jin extended a claw. It wouldn’t take much to slit the boy’s throat, humans were so soft and fragile..

Yoongi made a choked off sound, like a wounded animal, getting up on his knees so that he could get closer while showing Jin his full surrender. He barely kept his voice stable as he begged for Jungkook‘s life. “Don‘t do this, Jin, I‘m begging you! I‘ll never break any rules again, I swear! I‘ll come back, I‘ll… I‘ll never see him again if that‘s what it takes...“ There were tears starting to roll down his face but Yoongi ignored him and kept going, scared that if he would stop talking for even one second Jin might just tell Namjoon to kill Jungkook right now in front of his eyes.”I‘ll come back here and be whatever you want me to, I‘ll be your pack enforcer, I‘ll do your dirty work, everything – anything – you want me to do but please, please don‘t hurt him! He‘s too scared to say anything anyways, he wouldn‘t… you wouldn‘t talk, right?“ Only now did he dare to look up at Jungkook at his boyfriend struggling in Namjoon‘s grip. He could see the younger‘s fear and his voice finally broke on a sob. “I‘m sorry, Jungkook, I‘m so sorry! Please Jin, don‘t kill him! I‘ll do anything, just don‘t kill him, please!“  

Everything in him screamed to run, to get away, to save his own life but his heart yearned for Yoongi. “It’s...it’s okay, please…” Jungkook turned his head to look at Yoongi a little more. “I might not understand all of this, but I love you Yoongi. I will always love you and...and...it’s okay.” His voice sounded painfully choked, trying to push against the restraints against his throat that were still Namjoon’s hands. The tears came falling on their own, his heart aching hard as he tried to reassure Yoongi that it was okay, that he didn’t need to worry. Because it was the truth. He still was confused, didn’t quite get what Yoongi was or whoever his family were but he knew he loved him - more than his own life. “I don’t regret a single thing,” Jungkook whispered, sniffling quietly but he didn’t care that the others saw him like that. He only wanted Yoongi to see how much he loved him. “I would do it all over again for you. All of it. Please, don’t beat yourself up about it. Be safe and...I... I’ll wait for you, o-okay?” He tried a smile but failed miserably, but his eyes spoke the truth. He meant every single thing. Jungkook didn’t take his eyes away from his love, not even when he could hear Jin walking towards him, keeping his gaze solely focused on him. “I love you, always have, always will.” He mouthed the words more than he said them aloud, but his voice seemed to die out on him, and he wanted Yoongi to be the last thing he saw when took his last breath. 

Yoongi knew his heart would shatter into a million pieces if he watched Jungkook die but he couldn’t tear his eyes away. He was forced to look at him, he had no choice in that matter because of his desperate need to see Jungkook alive for as long as he could, even if there were only seconds left. He whimpered, sounding barely human anymore but he didn’t care. He was the one who had gotten Jungkook into this, who had made sure that Jungkook would die on these grounds and Jungkook tried to soothe him even though he was shaking and scared. He was crying openly now but he kept still, knowing that if he tried to do anything they’d rip Jungkook's throat out before he could even reach him. Like this he hoped Jin would have mercy and make it quick and painless. Yoongi felt like he was suffocating but he forced himself to smile through the tears so that the last thing Jungkook would see was a smile. ‘I love you too’ He mouthed, voice long gone, shuddering because Jin was close now, so close, reaching out for Jungkook's throat and he couldn’t help it, he howled, yelling out his broken heart in wolf.

Jin hesitated, his claw only a hair's breadth away from Jungkook's throat. The younger was calm now, he didn’t fight, didn’t beg, didn’t yell at Yoongi. Instead, he kept his eyes on his loved one, trying to take the guilt away from him and Jin frowned. If Jungkook was willing to die like this for Yoongi then maybe his love was stronger than his fear. Maybe despite all better knowledge he should risk it, just this once to let Jungkook see. If he freaked out then he could still kill him but if he took his life now he would destroy Yoongi from the inside out and maybe take a life that he could have spared. Jin growled low in his throat before retrieving his claw. “Alright then. I’ll give you one last chance. You say you still don’t understand so I’ll let you see. If you can tell me afterwards in all honesty that you still love him and that you will keep our secret for as long as you live then I will let you stay. However, I will know when you lie, I can hear your heartbeat so if you can’t do what I asked then you don’t even have to try and lie to me. I’ll know and Yoongi will too.”

Jin gave Namjoon a sign to loosen his grip on Jungkook but stay close to catch him if he tried to run. Then he turned to Yoongi. “Change. Now. Let him see what you are.”

Jungkook couldn’t keep up on his feet, falling onto his knees from exhaustion, fear and the way his heart was aching - but he never took his eyes from Yoongi. His breath was shaky as he looked at his boyfriend, lips trembling but he didn’t shy away. He loved Yoongi and he trusted him with all of his heart, even if he might not understand everything right now, he knew these two things. Carefully, Jungkook inched a little closer to Yoongi, just until he was only an arm-length away from him. 

There was a pleased smile on Jin’s face, as if it was a show he enjoyed watching and yet, his eyes turned into slits when Yoongi’s wolf was pushing out, ready to jump Jungkook any second if the younger showed any sign of fear.

Yoongi’s breath came in pants as he was fighting to talk to Jungkook while the transformation was starting. “You trust me, right? You know I’d never hurt you, no matter what form I’m in. You’ll... you’ll always be safe... with me...” He groaned in pain when his bones started to crack, shifting, and growing under his skin. He always felt it first at his spine, right in between his shoulder blades. Now he was so used to the shifting and the pain that he could lean into it but during his first changes he had been scared that his spine would be injured, and he’d end up paralyzed. However, the wolf knew what it was doing to his body and even though it was still painful he could manage to keep it down except from a few grunts and groans that escaped him during the change. His skin rippled like there was water underneath before the fur started to push through, covering him from back to front. His clothes ripped when his form changed, standing no chance against his suddenly bigger frame that was being forced inside small human clothes. He tried to keep his eyes open, to make Jungkook see that it was still him but when his skull elongated, fangs breaking through he had to shut them from the searing pain. When he opened them again his eyes were no longer chocolate brown but lighter and deeper, like smoky topaz. Yoongi shook his fur, stretching his paws until he was standing fully transformed as a wolf in front of Jungkook.

Jungkook had held his breath entirely. He didn’t dare to take in air, too scared he would do the wrong thing. Every crack, every painful groan from Yoongi hurt him too and yet, he watched with awe, how the man he loved turned into a wolf right in front of him. It took a moment to grasp it, to understand that it was true. That he wasn’t going crazy and imagining all of these things. Yoongi was a wolf. 

A beautiful one. 

His lips curled into a smile, tears flowing down his cheek, when Jungkook reached out for Yoongi. He didn’t hesitate, burying his fingers deep into the fur as he leaned his head against the wolf’s face, not even flinching at the size of his fangs. The sobs shook him, as he held himself close to the wolf. “You’re b-beautiful…” He nuzzled his face closer, feeling the rapid heartbeat of Yoongi’s heart underneath the wolf, the warmth that he was so used to and always thought of as inhumanly. He was his wolf. “Of course, I know you won’t hurt me. I trust you, I always did.”

The weight fell off his chest when Jungkook didn’t scream or ran from him or crouched in shock. He barely gave his mind time to register what had happened before he buried his face in Yoongi’s fur and the wolf was beside himself with joy. He yipped and whined, unable to keep his happy sounds in before he started to lick Jungkook face all over.

The younger giggled and right now in this moment nothing else mattered but Yoongi. “Why didn’t you tell me…” He sniffled quietly, soothing over Yoongi’s fur as he tried to take in the beauty of the white, grey wolf that stood tall in front of him. “We could have run together in the forest...you always told me that you didn’t like jogging...and now...we could have run!” Jungkook whined teasingly, as if Yoongi took an important part of his life when he refused to work out with him on Sunday mornings. 

Jimin cooed softly, pulling Namjoon a little away from Jungkook as he wrapped his arms around his partners waist. He didn’t need to hold the young human back anymore. Jin had no reason to kill - not tonight. The soft sound had Jungkook turning his head, looking up at the leader of the pack with bloodshot-teary eyes. 

Jin nodded at him. “I think we can skip the questions.” He had listened to Jungkook's heart and even though it was beating faster there was no fear in him, no hate, no disgust. He had accepted Yoongi right away as if being a mythical, potentially deadly creature was no big deal. Apparently Yoongi had been right when he had told him that Jungkook was special and that they could trust him. Without an apology or another comment he turned towards the rest of his pack. “Okay, now that this has been taken care of we’ll go hunt for that rogue! Jimin, Hoseok and Tae you try to follow the scent and give us a sign if you find anything. Namjoon and I will look at the body to try and find out if it tells us anything about the killer. Then we’ll get the body off our property and to somewhere where people can find it without asking questions.” Tae and Jimin nodded, running off to where they could change without curious eyes. 

“Yoongi, you will bring Jungkook back to the mansion and show him one of the hiding spots, just to be sure, then you will come back and join us.”

Once more he held his breath, carefully getting up on his feet. His knees were still wobbly, the fear that his life would have been taken by a wolf just like the human that lied beneath them, making him shaky. He steadied himself against Yoongi easily, trusting him to take him home. 

Yoongi waited until Jin and Namjoon had gone down the little hill before he changed back. It would take a toll on his body to change into wolf form twice in such a short time, but he wanted to be able to talk to Jungkook, he couldn’t just get him back and then leave without saying a single word. Another downside was because he hadn’t gotten out of his clothes before changing because he hadn’t dared to waste a minute with Jungkook in danger he had only ripped stuff. Changing back to human form was actually a little quicker than the other way round, maybe because shrinking was easier on bones and tissue than expanding. Nonetheless he was panting when he finished, kneeling on the ground completely naked.

Jungkook immediately reached down for Yoongi, soothing over his back and holding him tight against him. He was more than happy that he hadn’t lost his boyfriend, nor his life. They would go through his, he knew they would make it somehow. “I got you,” Jungkook whispered, wrapping his arm around Yoongi’s waist to pull him up easily until the other caught his breath and was steady again. “Guess I know why you loved being nude so much now.” Jungkook giggled, placing a kiss on Yoongi’s cheek. And he knew why he found Namjoon and Jimin walking around naked in the mansion all the time. 

Yoongi hugged Jungkook back tightly before taking his boyfriends face in his hands and kissing him gently. “Thank you.. thank you so much!” He whispered because Jin and Namjoon were still close enough to listen in if they wanted to. “Please forgive me for getting you almost... almost killed! I’ll never lie to you again, I promise, there’ll be no more secrets between us, you deserve nothing but the truth. I’ll have to help Jin find the rogue wolf before the traces get cold but after, tonight or tomorrow morning depending on how long it takes you can ask me anything and I’ll answer honestly.” Yoongi started to move when the pain in his muscles had simmered down to a dull ache, reaching out his hand for Jungkook to take because he needed him close. There was no use in trying to get back into the pieces of cloth that had been his clothes, so he just picked them up to discard them at the house.

The younger held him tight, too scared he might lose him again. They were walking fast and Yoongi still felt stiff and tensed up next to him. “It’s okay. I…I’ll wait, I understand now.” Jungkook answered honestly. “Where will you bring me though? You won’t lock me in, right?”

“No, I’d never do that!” Yoongi looked at him with wide eyes before the insecurity crept back in “You won’t run...right? I know you love me but with Jin and what he did… he won’t harm you now, I.. I’ll make sure you’re safe, okay? Please don’t go out into the woods alone again until we caught the rogue. It’s a werewolf and as you’ve seen he doesn’t care about human lives.”

“I won’t leave you, Yoongi.” When they were inside again, Jungkook turned around, taking both of his hands in his own and looked at him. “There’s a lot of questions you need to answer me, but so many doubts I had are gone. The many times I thought you were with someone else maybe, ‘cause you were gone the night. The marks the…I wished I would have known but…I understand, I do…I really do.” Jungkook pulled his boyfriend in, not caring whether he was naked or not. “I just don’t like to be locked in, that’s all. I’ll wait wherever you want me to until you get me.”

“Oh!” Yoongi blinked. He had never thought Jungkook could interpret his behaviour as him seeing someone behind Jungkook back but now that the other had mentioned it would seem surprisingly fitting. “And you never asked me about it? Because.. you were afraid that it was true? That I’d tell you I had someone else? But.. you knew I loved you, didn’t you?”

“I knew, I always did. You showed me every day.” Jungkook took in a shuddering breath, feeling too emotional from the tumult of the day. “It never made any sense to me, but it does now.” He kissed Yoongi softly, cupping the other’s cheeks. “And you know I love you, too, right?”

Yoongi chuckled, the tension finally losing his body, “Yeah, I think you being literally ready to die for my decisions proved that once and for all,” He commented with a lopsided smile. As Jin had allowed it he led Jungkook up the stairs to show him one of the many hidden spots behind the paneling. He was glad that Jungkook would know where to hide if something happened because even though he was pretty sure the rogue wouldn’t dare to come up to their house he was better safe than sorry. “You can hide here in case something happens or if we won’t come back tonight and you feel safer to sleep in here.”

Jungkook looked around the small room, which was big enough to fit a bed and a few shelves, filled with all kinds of books and artifacts. He nodded, pulling Yoongi in for a last kiss before the wolf closed the door again, making sure the human was safely hidden.

…

In the forest Namjoon and Jin were already preparing a bag, collecting what was left of the human to get it somewhere else. Their body language was tense and none of the wolves dared to speak as they worked meticulously. 

Yoongi had thrown on a random shirt and pants, not really caring as he was pretty sure would get out of them soon anyways. However, he was staying human until Jin would tell him what he wanted him to do. Yoongi was ready to do whatever he was told, showing Jin his gratefulness through obedience and submission until he would find another time and place for him to put it in words as well.

It was way past midnight when their tired limbs carried them home. 

Jimin was carried in Namjoon’s hold, the younger wolf had run until the exhaustion made him slow down and he couldn’t even walk anymore. Taehyung on the other side was dirty, leaning onto Hoseok tiredly, who was helping the younger in and towards the bathroom making sure he would feel taken care of and be clean. Jin had his arms crossed in front of his chest, brows furrowed deeply as he was still in thought.

They had been running all night and hiding the body somewhere closer to the humans, making sure there was no trace left and although he made sure of every detail, he knew the police would come and ask questions again. He let out a grunt, when Namjoon asked him if he needed anything else, leaving the two (or three if one counted the sleeping Jimin in his arms) alone in the hallway. It was evident that Jin was on edge, more than before. He wanted nothing but to protect them and right now it seemed as if someone was after them, wanting to ruin everything he had worked for.  

Yoongi waited at the side and when Jin didn’t address any of them and went into the kitchen he took it as a sign they could all go to bed now. Or in his case have a conversation about being a werewolf with his boyfriend. He hurried in the bathroom and grabbed a dressing gown as he couldn’t be bothered with clothes after this hunt. 

Carefully he knocked onto the door of the hiding space before he opened it. A tiny part of him hoped that Jungkook was asleep and they could postpone the talk and just cuddle sleepily like they’d done so often before. He really needed that right now.

…

Jungkook had tried to wait for him, roaming around the windowless room, getting lost in his thoughts and the many questions he had but in the end he lost the fight to his tiredness. He was exhausted, mind and heart alike from the turmoil, the fear, and the chaos.

The young human was lying on the couch, halfway over the armrest with his legs pulled in. He had refused to go to the bed at the other side of the room but wanted to wait for as long as he could.

Yoongi quietly got closer until he reached the curled up figure on the couch. From this distance he knew that Jungkook was asleep from how deep his breaths were and his slowed heartbeat. He looked so delicate like this, soft and innocent and Yoongi ached with the thought of what he had brought Jungkook into. He had been so selfish, but he just couldn’t let go of Jungkook or his feelings towards him. He hoped that Jungkook would forgive him, that he wouldn’t change his mind or feel different about him now. Even though the younger had told him everything was fine he just couldn’t believe that this new discovery hadn’t shaken Jungkook.

It was as if his heart reacted first, beating a little faster when his body followed the moment as Yoongi came closer. His name was a mumbled whisper when Jungkook blinked his eyes open tiredly, reaching out to where Yoongi stood in front of him until he could get a hold of him and pull him closer. 

“Did you sleep well?” He interlaced their fingers, looking fondly down and his boyfriends face. Jungkook tugged at his arm as an answer and Yoongi chuckled, all the worries of the unsuccessful hunt falling off of him. Jungkook centered him and he loved him for it. He had to shuffle around a bit before he could sit down onto the small couch with Jungkook taking up half of it but when the younger stretched out a little he managed to lay down next to him. Their faces were so close to each other that he could easily bury his nose into Jungkook's neck.

Jungkook easily molded himself against Yoongi’s body until they were intertwined from head to toe, dwelling in his warmth. “Now I know,” Jungkook whispered, placing a kiss on Yoongi’s neck, “Why you’re never cold. Why you’re so strong although you refuse to go to the gym with me. The nights you were gone…” He held Yoongi a little tighter. “Never lie to me again, please.”

Yoongi breathed Jungkook in, each inhale flooding him with relief because there was no sourness in Jungkook smell, no fear. He trusted him still, despite everything. “I won’t”, he whispered, trying to convey that he really meant it, that he was thankful for Jungkook trust and that he would never abuse it again. “I love you. I say it a lot but... I really mean it. I always meant it and now I love you even more for still...being in love with me despite what I am.”

“You’re stuck with me; didn’t I tell you that enough?” Jungkook giggled softly, letting his hands rake through Yoongi’s hair. “You’re my wolf.” He still didn’t understand a lot of things; not why Jin hated him, ready to kill him without a second thought, but then he trusted Yoongi fully. “I still have a lot of questions though, but you can answer them tomorrow.” Jungkook yawned tiredly, nuzzling his face into his neck when he began to mumble a few questions that kept burning on his tongue, “Are there other creatures, too? Mermaids? Is your jealousy also rooted in your wolf nature? Is this why you love being nude? Your sex drive…is it…a wolf thing, too?”

“Thank you, I appreciate that.” He stole a kiss from Jungkook lips in between questions. “I’ve never seen a mermaid but who knows, I bet some people swear that werewolves don’t exist so who am I to say that there are no mermaids just because I’ve seen none.” He chuckled, “Yeah, a lot of things are from the wolf but the wolf is also I so it’s difficult to differentiate between ‘him’ and me - although there are a few things that are pretty obvious.”

Jungkook hummed, a smile on his lips as he closed his eyes. “You didn’t find him, right? What will happen next?” He almost didn’t dare to ask, too scared that their small visit would end up in a lot more pain than they had anticipated. “Why would someone kill those people on your grounds?” He looked up at his boyfriend, worry written all over his expression. 

“I... I don’t know, Kook. We lost his trail somewhere a few miles from here when he crossed a river. Neither of us has any idea why someone would kill people and drop them here. Normally we werewolves hold together and even if there are differences between the few packs we’d never get the other one in trouble with the humans. That’s… too dangerous. If people find out we exist there would be a hunt for all of us! So, the only thing that would make sense is that this werewolf is new or stupid or has lost his mind. And yet he can play hide and seek with us.” Yoongi sighed deeply. “I really hope this will be over soon!”

Jungkook furrowed his brows in thought, cuddling a little closer again. There were still too many questions on his mind, but he couldn’t even collect them right now, so he just let it be, taking a deep breath. “Can we go back into our room? I’m scared we’ll end up on the floor tonight.”

“Yeah, that’ll be better. For the floor and our backs.” He got up and before Jungkook could try and follow him he swiftly picked him up to carry him in his arms. There was no need to hold back now, he could use his strength openly without raising questions. 

Jungkook bit his lip in excitement and hid his face in Yoongi’s neck in embarrassment when he carried him so easily over the hallway. He placed a few kisses right there on the soft skin, wrapping his arm tightly around Yoongi so he couldn’t let go of him even when he dropped him on the mattress. 

Jungkook clingy koala-hold almost had him toppling over and onto Jungkook himself. “Hey, what are you doing? I thought you wanted to sleep?” He teased him amused “You want to sleep with me on top of you? Are you sure you’ll be able to breathe like that?”

“Yes, I’m very sure of it,” He answered but let Yoongi slide off him just enough to lay his head on his chest. Jungkook was more than happy. It felt as if nothing had changed between them, although everything had, and he felt the love and their connection even stronger than before. 

A/N: Jungkook figured it out, yay! But also...another man dead................what happens next?

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[kokobussy]

Location

warnings: smut, dirty talk, sexting

summary: lately you’ve been missing your boyfriend jaehyun a little more than usual so you decide to give him a call. 

It’s around 2am when his phone goes off just underneath his pillow.

Yoonoh scrambles to grab it, to shut it off, before Donghyuck wakes up and whines about the whole thing. He doesn’t want to deal with that. No one wants to deal with that. There’s a clatter of noise, metal meeting wood, as his phone lands on the floor and continues to ring incessantly. Yoonoh hangs off the side of his bed and tries his hardest to grab it. His fingers brush against the screen briefly; he nearly has it in his hand now. He can hear the rustle of Donghyuck’s pillows as he begins to wake up, a complaint already on the tip of his tongue.

But suddenly it all ends.

Yoonoh prays, very very hard, that whoever tried calling will just give up and try again in the morni— there it is again.

“Hyung.”

His phone lights up once again, illuminating his face in the darkness of his room, and reveals who is bothering him this late at night. The screen reveals a name that makes his heart flutter and a picture that makes him smile despite Donghyuck’s muffled whining. With one last heave of effort, Yoonoh manages to grab the device and climb back into bed. He swipes across the screen, lifts the phone to his ear, and answers,” Mmmlo?” Your excited voice comes through instantly as you nearly shout,” Babe!”

Despite the volume, Yoonoh doesn’t mind your shouting. It’s not like you get to hear his voice, the real one, often. “Hey, baby,” he mumbles sleepily, taking the time to check on the lump of blankets that is Donghyuck from across the room. ”Everything okay?” Of course everything is okay, you insist, why wouldn’t it be? There’s nothing particularly wrong, you just wanted to talk. As you begin to tell him a story, something about a girl named Lisa at work, Yoonoh settles back into bed once he realizes this call might take a little longer than he thought. He rolls over on his stomach and hugs the pillow underneath him; his legs tangling in the thick duvet beneath him.

He makes sure to get comfortable as he listens to you get distracted from your story about Lisa and wander off into your day and how it’s going so far. While he can fall asleep just like this, Yoonoh doesn’t want to. It feels like forever since he’s last heard your voice and would rather get 4 hours of sleep than not hear your voice the entire day.

As he listens, Yoonoh tries to picture you the way that one does while on the phone. He thinks about the last time you saw each other, the confession of feelings in Newark International Airport, and the resulting kiss in front of security as the two of you said your goodbyes. He was just in the US working on some promotions for the next album and visited you in what little free time he had. Most of the week he spent there was dedicated to trying to figure out different ways to confess to you without getting hurt; lots of arguing when one person unknowingly got jealous over the other; and late conversations that always dabbled in “what ifs” and “maybe somedays”.

On the very last night of his vacation, on the very last minute just before he had to go through the security check line, Yoonoh confessed. He told you of his years of pining, told you he loved you and never wanted to let you go, told you that you meant the world to him. The two of you kissed right there in front of everyone standing in the queue at Newark airport.

Yoonoh didn’t care.

You didn’t care.

You made out in front of a ton of strangers right up until they announced his plane was boarding. So when Yoonoh thinks of you now, he doesn’t think of his best friend from childhood. He hasn’t for a while now, even before you guys got together.

Now Yoonoh’s mind drifts to other things so easily it’s nearly painful. Now Yoonoh thinks about you when he wakes up, hand already down his pants to handle his morning-time friend. He thinks about you after he’s spent and wonders how your day went. He thinks about you throughout the day, fleeting moments where his longing for you weighs down too heavily on his chest. He thinks about you when he’s eating, remembers moments that he’s cherished long before he realized he was in love with you; like that one time the two of you got ramen and you spilled the broth all over the table and yourself. He thinks about you at night, when he’s showering the day off of his body; with a hand wrapped around his cock while trying to remember what you look like in his favorite bathing suit. The white one that outlined your form beautifully; to the point where Yoonoh had to cover you up with his flannel when the two of you walked on the boardwalk. He still remembers glaring at guys walking by, and some times girls, who stared after you with lust in their eyes.

It was ultimately his fault.

He didn’t take a chance earlier, didn’t tell you how he felt; wasn’t brave enough to kiss you and tell you all of the things he’s wanted for years. “Holy shit!” you cry suddenly, his ear ringing with the volume. “What time is it over there?” Yoonoh stifles a laugh, turning over to glance at the unmoving city just outside of his window despite the light surrounding it,” It’s 2am here.” “I’m sorry, baby. Why didn’t you tell me? I can let you go if you want.” He shakes his head. Then remembers that you can’t see him. “No,” he replies softly,” I wanted to hear your voice. I miss you.”

It’s been far too long since he last saw you. Yoonoh’s busy being Jaehyun and you’ve been far too busy to come to Korea for a visit. Ever since then the two of you have talked on the phone when you can, texted each other as long as the timezones would allow, and then some. Even though the two of you talked every day, it never felt like enough. Yoonoh cherished each minute, each second he could spend time with you even if it was just in front of a screen. Which is why, instead of sleeping and getting ready for his schedules tomorrow, technically today, he’s on the phone with you. “How much do you miss me,” you ask, uncharacteristically quiet for once. Yoonoh hums, feigning thought and moves a little more of the blanket between his legs to get more comfortable. He answers plainly and honestly without any fluff or bullshit,” I think about you all the time.”

Even as Yoonoh remembers the curves in your bathing suit and the way you pressed against him for an innocent hug, he can also pay attention to your conversation. Jung Yoonoh is capable of multi-tasking thank you very much. But then he remembers his most recent shower session; just a few hours ago to be exact. The beach episode was a gold mine for spank bank material if Yoonoh wanted to get off as fast as possible but still enjoy himself. Although it worked almost every single time, this time around Yoonoh embellished a bit of the memory for a different kind of experience. As you coo at his response, Yoonoh’s mind travels to other things at rapid speed. Things that make his cock stir with interest in his boxer briefs. In his altered memory of the time you spent together, Yoonoh not only covers you with his flannel but takes you between two carnival stalls and fucks you against the harsh wood. You cover your mouth as he pounds into you from behind; one of your breasts falling out of your now incredibly skimpy bikini top from the force of his hips. Yoonoh imagines cumming in you, hot and sloppy, as you cum on his cock for the nth time. But what made this so hot wasn’t the idea of you squirting or the repetitive bounce of your breasts as he fucked you, what made this so hot was the fact that Yoonoh could have this if he wanted; if you were willing.

If the two of you managed to find some time together, Yoonoh could fuck you until you squirted (maybe) or fuck you so hard your tits rocked with the effort. The two of you, maybe not officially together, definitely had feelings for each other and so could engage in intimacy this way. That’s what made Yoonoh cum so hard he nearly blacked out, the possibility. Yoonoh finds himself shifting a bit in his bed and trying to get comfortable yet again. Comfortable enough to begin grinding against the small mound of duvet between his legs; comfortable enough to get the slightest bit of friction going. “Do you love me?” you ask abruptly.

You ask him on the very edge of his movement, just as the small pleasure he’s been building peaks, and he grunts out,” So much.” Does he feel like a bad boyfriend for getting all hot and bothered while you’re trying to talk about your day? Of course he does. Is that going to stop him? No, not really. It doesn’t stop the heat unfurling in his tummy as pleasure begins to bloom and spread to the top of his thighs. It doesn’t stop his hips from moving to seek after that pleasure and turn it into something more. It doesn’t stop when you keep talking so sweetly to him; like how much you miss him and how much happier you are now that the two of you are finally together. All the while Yoonoh’s hips build a steadier rhythm, his breathing slowly changing as the pleasure begins to be unbearable; until he has to do something more than just hump the bed. It takes him a minute to realize that you’re not even talking anymore, possibly distracted by something he can’t see. He checks his phone quickly anyway; just to see if you’re actually still there.

Finally, just as he’s about to give up and call again, he hears your voice. “Babe, what are you doing?” Yoonoh feels bad then. He feels really really bad. All you want to do is talk to him and here he is acting like a total asshole. “I can hear you breathing all weird,” you say quietly, maybe even pouting a little. Despite the slight throbbing he begins to feel as his cock begs for attention, his hips stop altogether the minute he hears your question. “In bed,” he answers, secretly hoping he doesn’t sound as guilty as he feels.

But you can read Yoonoh like a book; you’ve always been able to. You don’t let on right away that you know his not-so-well-kept secret. Instead, you play along and act aloof to the way your now boyfriend huffs into the phone as he presumes doing whatever he’s doing. “Hey,” you pipe up suddenly,” I’m gonna send you a picture of this shirt I like. I can’t tell if I should buy it or not.” Despite how horny he is, Yoonoh — ever the dutiful boyfriend — waits patiently for the picture to arrive. In the time he waits, he begins moving his hips again; the constant drag on his cock makes him embarrassingly and fully hard before he realizes it. As soon as he adjusts himself, the tip of his cock peeking out of the waistband of his boxers, a familiar ping goes off. He pulls the phone from his ear and taps away at the device until an image appears before him.

It’s not a screenshot of a shirt nor is it you wearing the shirt. It’s actually you in a dressing room, probably at the mall which you vaguely mentioned earlier, lifting your shirt and revealing the swell of your chest in your bra. His mouth waters at the thought of tasting them, of teasing you until you can’t take anymore, but that’s all it can be for now. A thought; A fantasy that he has to imagine over and over again until you finally visit him in Seoul. With all the excitement and newfound spank material, all he can say is, “Fuck.”

So Yoonoh isn’t exactly the most elegant person at 2 in the morning, but he is outrageously hard. Is it going to happen? Are the two of you going to sext for the first time? Briefly, Yoonoh thinks of how tired he’s going to be in the morning and how he should soon go to bed, but one glance at the picture again has his cock twitching with effort. He hears laughter from his phone and a series of muffled words as he puts his phone to his ear again. He asks hurriedly, impatiently, nearly stumbling over his own words to get it out,” What did you say?”

Everything seems muffled suddenly as he takes another look at the picture. “I wanna hear you,” you repeat easily. His cock aches with the implication of your words. Although Yoonoh wants to go ahead and jack off, he also wants to make sure that this is what you meant; that this is what you want too. As Yoonoh grabs his headphones from his nightstand and untangles the mess of wire, he asks,” what do you mean?” He misses the first half of your response by plugging in his headphones and getting comfortable again, but he does catch the last half. A statement that must’ve turned filthy just at the very end. “-play with your cock.” Yoonoh sits up then, leaning back against the pillows behind him, and adjusts the pile of blanket taking up most of his bed. “Donghyuck’s sleeping,” he murmurs lamely, pulling his cock out of his boxers anyway. Donghyuck is still an unmoving lump under a series of blankets; there’s nothing indicating that the kid is actually asleep and not just pretending so he can be nosy. Yoonoh can only assume and hope that he doesn’t quote any of this conversation later on.

“That’s your problem,” you say suddenly, jostling your boyfriend from his thoughts,” not mine.” Yoonoh snorts before his fingers encircle his cock. He gently pumps the length in his hand; his touches are tentative and unsure as if trying to decide if this is ultimately worth it. His silence must be deafening and unwelcoming because he can hear you sigh over the phone; Annoyance, impatience. “You’re not doing it right,” you huff again. Your boyfriend can’t help but laugh at your antics.

He’s definitely sexted before, but never with his best friend. Everything just seems like it should be so awkward and weird. The fact that you know everything there is to know about Yoonoh only makes this task more daunting. He can’t be the cool sexy guy he usually is with all the other people he’s talked to. He can’t put on a front. He’s just Jung Yoon Oh, that boy you grew up with until he left America with his family.

“Wanna tell me how then?” Yoonoh asks, with amusement still laced in his voice. He doesn’t expect you to give him advice or tell him how, genuinely, but you manage to surprise him anyway. Your voice lowers a bit as if you’re suddenly nervous,” Hold it tighter.” Just like that, his grip tightens. “Go slower but like...drag it out if that makes sense?” It doesn’t really make sense, but at this point, he’s willing to go along with the interpretation. Have you always been this way? So pushy and insistent? Such a pervert that you could get off just from hearing Yoonoh like this? Before any sort of movement, Yoonoh grabs the bottle of lotion by his nightstand and pumps a copious amount into the palm of his hand. It’s then and only then that Yoonoh truly begins, much to your pleasure. His pace starts out slower than before, but his grip is harsher. His hand is now a tight moist vice and while it’s good, it’s nothing compared to the real thing. But having you on the phone listening to every sound that he makes is enough to keep him going. Yoonoh’s hips snap at the very end of each pump from his hand, a deliberate and intense rhythm building.

Even though Yoonoh is controlling his own movements, the purposeful strokes are almost unbearable. He’s never really been a loud guy in bed. He mostly grunts and sighs, allowing small groans of pleasure only when he’s about to cum. But this time it’s different. With Donghyuck sleeping just a few feet away, it’s somehow harder to control his moans; the whines that bubble in his throat are barely swallowed down. But being so close to the microphone, Yoonoh knows you can hear every single noise. Every sigh, every grunt, every groan that spills from between his lips. Even though it’s risky, the fact that you’re in on it too makes it so much more worth it. In the middle of it all, he can hear the pout in your voice as you mumble,” I wish I could see you right now. I bet you look so pretty...” You sound so genuinely disappointed that your boyfriend finds himself considering it; really considering turning on the lights and risking his dongsaeng waking up just so you can see him; hair messy and face flushed and cock dribbling precum.

Instead, he makes the least manly noise in response.

Yoonoh whines, desperate and strained, as he hangs on to your every word. Without inquiry he picks up the pace, barely containing the resulting moans. He wants you to hear everything; wants you to know what you do to him. He can hear your gasp shortly after his whine, can feel the slight tension at the very end of it all that reveals you’re just as desperate — if not more so —  than him. All your boyfriend has to hold on to is this picture of you, frozen in time, and the harshness of your breath at every noise he makes. Yoonoh feels a power with all of this that rivals your own predator-like intent; the ability to get you all riled up even though you can’t even see him right now.

Suddenly you pipe up, almost as desperate as he sounds,” You gotta describe everything to me okay, baby?” You’re so hurried in your demands that he can barely keep up. “How good do you feel? How close are you?” For a moment your boyfriend laughs; a genuine laugh that makes you stop in confusion for a minute. Yoonoh laughs through the shudders from each pull and takes the time to pour a bit more lotion into his hand before pumping at his shaft again. “Slow down,” he whispers, chancing a glance at the unmoving lump in Donghyuck’s bed,” You sound pretty needy yourself.”

He can picture you now, thighs tightening to relieve the harsh ache between your legs; getting yourself all riled up in your quest to hear him get off. “I miss you,” is all you say, but it isn’t in a way romantic way. This “I miss you” sounds wanton as you wholly crave something that’s 6k miles away but seemingly just out of reach. Yoonoh groans at the thought and squeezes the head of his cock with his thumb and forefinger, and tries to gain some control over the situation. He doesn’t want to cum too quickly; pleasure pools in the very pit of his stomach with a heat that’s nearly unbearable. “Talk to me, baby,” you say softly in his ear. “Tell me how you’re feeling. It’s really good right?” Yoonoh simply whimpers at first before opening his mouth to speak, “F-feels...good.” Yoonoh regrets not touching you now; regrets trying not to focus on the way your hips looking in your bathing suit bottom out of respect for his best friend. Because now he has no real reference except casual brushes against your skin and the way he held you before he left for Seoul. He can’t remember what your body feels like against his; doesn’t truly know how soft your skin is.

Yoonoh finds himself asking,” What are you wearing?” To which you respond, coyly,” Technically just a sweater. I’m in a fitting room right now.” You giggle and maybe it would be funny if he wasn’t absolutely rock hard right now. It takes him a minute to remember that you’re at the mall with your friends shopping for some dinner party or something. Do your friends know where you are? Do they know what you’re doing? Just when he thinks about calling you back in a bit to get rid of the annoying pressure, you become serious for a second. “Can I see you?” you ask, your voice lowering a bit again. “We can FaceTime for a bit.”

“It’s dark,” Yoonoh tries, briefly wondering if you’ve always been this brave,” Hyuck is sleeping.” It’s not like he really cares about Hyuck right now in this moment. Yoonoh just wants to see how much you want this. You unknowingly rise to the occasion; you’re still persistent in your mission to hear and apparently now see him get off, “Isn’t he a heavy sleeper? Turn on the light for a second.” It’s not a good idea at all. What if Donghyuck wakes up in a confused haze again and sees Yoonoh with his dick out? They’ve caught each other jacking off twice and both instances were horrible enough that Yoonoh wouldn’t want to repeat them. As if you can hear his train of thought, your voice suddenly gets a little higher. That airy light takes over it once more as you say,” I wanna show you something.”

Yoonoh hopes, prays, it’s your chest or slutty panties, something that he can just gape at and jack off to like the caveman he is right now. Before he realizes it the light in his room is on and he’s waiting patiently for your face to appear on the screen. Weirdly enough he feels nervous as he realizes that you’re going to see his cock for the first time on some iPhone camera. You answer just as quickly as he sent the request, your beautiful face appearing on the screen with mirth hidden in the very corners of your eyes. “Hey,” you mumble, hearts filling your eyes as you take in your boyfriend. He’s absolutely sure he looks the same as he looks over your face. For a few seconds, Yoonoh almost forgets why he called in the first place until another unconscious twitch from his cock brings him back to the matter at hand. He can hear the slamming of stalls and far off pieces of conversation as people leave and come into the dressing room. More importantly, he sees the air pods in your ears as you adjust the camera; your sweater now slightly undone.

“Did you stop?” you ask suddenly as your face comes back into view. You pout, almost as if you’re upset by the idea of him stopping. It’s so cute that it somehow becomes sexy again. “Don’t stop.” Despite the command, he’s a little hesitant to continue. Now that you’re here in front of him — kind of — he doesn’t want to cum yet. He wants to see what you’ll do, what you’ll say, now that you’re somewhat face to face. “Why don’t you help me out?” it sounds like one of his typical fuckboy lines and he knows it, but he doesn’t care. Yoonoh just wants to see you. You roll your eyes at the question, but even as you stare at the camera in faux annoyance he can see your fingers approach the very buttons of your sweater. As you unfasten the first few, his breathing hitches. His hand begins moving on its own once more now that there’s something to look forward to. After a little bit of rustling, and putting the phone down on what Yoonoh presumes is a shelf, your sweater is off. He finds himself licking his lips at the way your nipples harden from the cold. His cock twitches harshly as it begins leaking once again. Fuck he needs this; needs you more than anything in the whole fucking world right now. Briefly, Yoonoh considers buying you a ticket and coaxing you into coming just so he can fuck your mouth and cum so deep down your throat that you’ll taste it for weeks. “Like what you see?” you laugh as you look at the camera.

You set up the camera so that Yoonoh can see most of you; the way your tits bounce as you turn around and pose, glancing over your shoulder for effect. He can see your ass in some ridiculous skirt with the tag still on it; hugged gently enough to remind him just how fat it is. “You miss me?” he asks, sounding more desperate than ever,  already knowing the answer. The two of you have been saying it back and forth like a mantra. You face the camera once more and pout before nodding. It’s all an act, you both know it is, but it works.

Yoonoh’s hand begins moving once again in the same tight fist that you had previously demanded. You say something offhandedly as you glance at something off camera, but he doesn’t hear it. All he can think about is cumming on your pretty tits or even on your mouth to ruin that pretty lipstick.

All he can think about is the noises you’d make, the soft whimpers that would turn into gorgeous moans.

What makes your toes curl?

What makes you scratch at his shoulders?

What makes you cry out in pleasure?

Although these thoughts race through his mind, he musters all of the eloquence and grace he has at this moment to say,” Wanna fuck you so bad. Are you my pretty baby?” Your eyes widen a bit, not used to seeing this side of him, but you can’t help it. “I’m your pretty baby,” you mumble shyly, eyes falling to the floor briefly. Fuck. He can’t control it anymore. All Yoonoh wants to do is cum. All he can think about doing is cumming. The grip on his shaft goes slightly higher than before. He focuses strictly on the head of his cock, his pace fastening at the feeling.

It’s almost too much. Your tits, all of the attention on his cock, and now your ass as you turn once again to lean against the wall of the stall. Yoonoh thinks of fucking you there, of absolutely pounding into you at a brutal pace you can barely keep up with. Your boyfriend thinks of cumming on your ass as you pant for air you can barely catch; he finds himself getting lost in it, not really able to control the volume of the noises he’s making. Without a care in the world, groans tumble out of his mouth faster than he can keep up with. You have to remind him softly in his ear to be quiet, to bite his lip to keep the noises at bay. And so he does. It’s right there.

Yoonoh can feel everything coming to a very swift end as you face the camera again and smile into it. As if you sexting your boyfriend in a Zara fitting room is the most normal thing in the world. “Mmm...m’ gonna cum,” he whispers, eyes closing briefly as he prepares himself. You nearly bounce up and down with excitement as you say,” Let me see!” A quick tap of his thumb has the camera flipping and revealing his cock. He watches your eyes widen at the sight of it and briefly remembers that this is your first time seeing it.

Before he can comment, Yoonoh cums hot and fast. Rope after rope spills on his hand and on the tops of his thighs; each one stronger than the last until it’s finally done. There’s nothing left. He taps the camera back to his face, revealing his flushed cheeks and blissed out smile, and hums,” You’re so hot.” You shrug easily as you pull on your clothes with ease; as if you’ve been waiting for him to finish this whole time so you could leave. At 2:30 am Yoonoh isn’t ashamed to admit that he finds an old shirt from the floor and uses it to wipe away the cum all over his hands. After tossing the dirtied article across the room near his basket of dirty clothes, he curls underneath that stuffy duvet and positively basks in that familiar and calming post-orgasm glow. He doesn’t even realize he falls asleep until he’s face to face with you in his dreams, replaying the very first time you kissed over and over.

[floatingpetals]

Boys in Blue || Pt. 1

Pairings: cop!Stucky x F!Reader

Warnings: language, frustrated reader(she’s a little ridiculous tbh), road rage(kind of)

Word Count: 2300+

Summary: (Cop AU) There was just one crappy thing after enough that happened to her. It possibly couldn’t get any worse, or so she thought until she saw the dreaded flashes of red and blue behind her. Could things get any worse?

A/N: This idea came to me after such a bad day. I can say this didn’t happen to me, but it would have been ironic if it had. It also might not help that I’ve been watching a lot of Live PD and America’s Dumbest Criminal’s compilations. However, the frustration is and was real. This might only be three parts to this in total for this story as well. I haven’t quite decided yet. Let me know what ya’ll think!! Enjoy!! Also, don’t do what the reader did if you do get pulled over. It might not work out like this lol

The gifs are not mine, credit to the owner.

Part One | Part Two | Part Three | Series Masterlist

Today sucked. This had to be the worse day Y/N ever had to date. First, it started off with her waking up late, almost half an hour later than she should have. It created a snowball effect where she had to rush to get dressed, put on a quick face of makeup, make sure her hair didn’t look crazy and be out the door in less than ten minutes to not get stuck in traffic. Fortunately, she made it with five minutes to spare. Unfortunately, she didn’t have time to eat breakfast and she left her lunch bag sitting on the counter beside her cup of coffee she had thrown in the travel mug. Of course, she hadn’t realized she left it behind until she was already on the freeway and couldn’t possibly turn back to get it.

Second, it wasn’t until she sat down that she realized she grabbed two different pairs of black shoes, on with a pointed toe and the other a rounded toe with a cute bow on the top. not something she could exactly hide. She stared blankly at the articles of clothing for a good ten minutes before she let out a heavy sigh. That wasn’t enough to really drag her day down yet. However, once she opened her emails from clients, she knew she was in for a hell of a day. Throw in the constant badgering by her boss and her coworkers poking fun at her flustered and mismatched appearance, Y/N was overwhelmed and nearly in tears by the end of the day.

Now after nearly eight hours of the most grueling day to date at her job, Y/N was trying to get home. There was an accident on the highway, so she hoped to avoid traffic by taking side streets. She was just ready to get out of her mismatched shoes, drink a glass of wine and take a relaxing bubble bath. Apparently, the rest of the world didn’t get that memo.

“Are you fucking kidding me?!” She slammed her fist on the steering wheel, screaming out for the tenth time in five minutes. “The speed limits 40! Not 30! Let’s go!”

She had been stuck behind the same jackasses for the past twenty minutes in the middle lane, locked in on both sides by equally frustrate drivers beside her. In all three lanes, there was a trio of cars matching speeds with each other, clearly keeping the traffic back considering there wasn’t a soul in front of them. All while going ten under the posted speed limit. Y/N tried to be patient; she really was. It wasn’t like she was asking them to speed, she really just wanted them to go the damn speed limit. But her nerves were already frayed and if these jerk wads didn’t go, she was seconds from slamming into one of them. Not to mention people kept honking at her for some reason, which only added to her already high level of stress.

“Oh, my sweet fucking lord!” She snarled for the nth time. Finally, the car in the right lane slowed down to turn, giving Y/N a chance to flip on her blinker a few seconds before she switched lanes and went around the 80-year-old woman in her unnecessarily giant Dodge pickup. Putting her foot to the floor, Y/N shot off ahead, finally hitting the speed limit. She switched her blinker back on the to signal her passing back into the middle lane, all while muttering oaths under her breath and keep her speed constant.

She thought she was finally clear; she was right down the street from her left turn to get to her apartment when a black and white Dodge Charger pulled up behind her. She shot a glance down to her speedometer, the little red line one ticks above forty. Surely, he wasn’t going to pull her over for going 42 in 40. Her stomach dropped when she saw the red and blue lights flash on. Of course.

“God damn it!” She cried. Tears started to form in her eyes as she slowly signaled to the right and turned into a parking lot. The cop followed right behind her, stopping two car lengths away. She kept her hands on the steering wheel, willing herself not to burst into tears. This was just icing to the cake.

There was knock on her window, startling her. She took in a deep breath to hope calm herself before she rolled the window down. Any ordinary day she would have swooned over the sight of the man standing beside her car. But today, she wasn’t in the swooning mood.

Standing beside her was a giant officer, his uniform seemingly a size too small stretched over his massive muscles of his arms and chest. The officer's dark hair was shaved close to the sides of his head, the top left longer and slicked back, one stray hair curling on his forehead. His dark glasses hid his eyes, but she couldn’t get over that jawline and cheekbones, strong and unworldly sharp. Alright, maybe she was in the mood for swooning.

“License and registration, ma’am.” His smooth voice sent a shiver down her spine, momentarily short-circuiting her brain. He raised a thick eyebrow, tilting his head to the side when she took too long to answer. “Ma’am?”

Reality crashed around her, and the fury she felt before came rushing back to the surface. The officer instantly noticed her shift, his face hardening as he waited.

“And why exactly am I being pulled over?” She bit, narrowing her gaze at the officer. He didn’t seem slightly deterred, tucking his thumbs into his belt loops.

“Ma’am. License and registration first. Then I’ll tell you why I’ve pulled you over.”

Gritting her teeth, she grabbed her purse from beside her seat and plopped in her lap to dig out her wallet. The officer waited patiently with a hint of amusement as she grabbed her registration from the glove compartment with a huff. Just as she went to hand them to him, she jerked it back.

“Look, I don’t know what possible reason why you decided to pull me of all people over for, but you clearly weren’t paying attention to the two people behind me that were going ten under the speed limit causing the backup, which might I add is illegal and more dangerous than someone switching lanes to get around them. As much as I wanted to make a show of going around those jackasses, I didn’t. I had my blinker on for the two seconds I needed before I safely got into my lane, made sure I was in it before I turned it off. Then when I got back over, I did the same exact damn thing.” She couldn’t stop herself if she wanted to. The officer seemed almost impressed, his eyebrows shooting up to his hairline as she continued her tirade.

“I have dash cam footage that can back me up; I did nothing wrong. It also has my speed limit on the video, and I can guarantee you I wasn’t doing anything illegal. None of my lights are out, my license plates are valid, registration is up to date and I have no record. So, I’ll ask you again. What the hell could you possibly be pulling me over for?”

The officer seemed at a loss for words. He shot a look over his shoulder to his partner that appeared behind him, a tall blonde that seemed to be made from the same tree. Where the hell did this precinct get their officers? A modeling agency? He was possibly the next best looking eye candy, that wore a size too small for his build, she’d seen right beside the gorgeous brunette in front of her. The blonde office had pushed his sunglasses up, his bright blue eyes growing wide the longer she went on.

She figured steam was billowing out of her ears at this point. Logically she knew this was the stupidest thing she could have ever done, arguing with a police officer. But this day was out to get her, and she wasn’t going to put up with it anymore. Drop dead gorgeous officers be damned.

“Listen, ma’am-.” The officer started again, laughing softly as he rested his palm on the roof of her car. Y/N wasn’t having none of his honeyed voice.

“Don’t give me any of your bullshit. Why did you decide to pull me over?”

He was quiet, looking over to the second officer who had to step away to laugh in private once again. He let out his own snicker, shaking his head as he pushed his glasses up off his nose. Y/N’s heart stopped when she locked eyes with his eyes, the grey-blue eyes sparkling with amusement.

“Ordinarily, I would sit here and demand for your license and registration again, but I can tell you’re a handful, aren’t you?”

Y/N glared at him not liking his tone. She gritted her teeth, clenching the steering wheel with one hand and balling up her license and registration in her other. It’s illegal to hit a cop, it’s illegal to hit a cop, she chanted silently to herself.

“Don’t fucking flatter yourself, Barney. I was already in a shit mood, you’re just the lucky one who gets to deal with the brunt of my frustration.”

There was a bark of laughter coming from the blonde officer on the other side of her car, any sort of control slipping away at her quip. Good, at least the blonde had good taste in television shows. The brunette glared at the blonde over the top of the car before returning back to Y/N, a lopsided grin sliding smoothing on his face.

“Alright. We clearly got off on the wrong foot.” Y/N snorted, rolling her eyes. He ignored her and continued. “I’m Officer Barnes, this is my partner Officer Rogers. The reason I pulled you over today isn’t because of you’re driving but because you have a couple bags sticking out of your back passenger door.”

Y/N blinked.

“What?”

He bit his lip and motioned to where Officer Roger was at the other side at the back door. Y/N twisted around to look at the back seat, noticing her reusable grocery bags weren’t sitting on the seat like they should have been. She vaguely remembers opening the door earlier that morning to grab her lunch bag if had been there, and apparently, she missed grabbing them and putting them back before shutting the door on the handles.

Office Rogers tapped the window, pointing at the lock. When Y/N could only stare, her face growing hot from embarrassment, Officer Barnes reached in and hit her unlock button. Officer Rogers opened the back door and gently placed the surprisingly still intact bags on the floor before shutting the door, grinning widely at Y/N as he did.

Y/N slowly faced front, shame and embarrassment washing over her. It took her a second to recover, she mindlessly passed the paper and license through the window to Officer Barnes, who only glanced at her name before returning his attention back on her. Y/N let out a long groaned and buried her face in her hands.

“Oh my god. That’s why people were honking at me.” She whined. it all clicked. Now it was Officer Barnes turn to lose control of his laughter. If she wasn’t so mortified, she’d have melted at the sound of his amusement.  “It’s not funny! I just chewed you out for fucking grocery bags! Oh my god! I’m such an idiot!”

“Not an idiot, just a little tightly wound.” Officer Rogers chuckled, now back beside his partner on the driver side. He had a dazzling smile spread on his face, his head tilted to the side as he observed Y/N having yet again another meltdown.

The tears won out, Y/N realizing that she really was a moron and should have just shut up. instead, she put her giant foot in her mouth. The two men’s behavior shifted right along with her, neither liking the tears that fell down her cheeks.

“Hey, okay.” Office Barnes began uncertainly, looking at Office Rogers with wide eyes. He could handle giant drunken men with guns and knives, hell he could handle screaming, hysterical angry women. But a genuinely overwhelmed not mention pretty woman balling her eyes out was a whole different story. “It’s okay. We’re not gonna give you a ticket. It’s just procedure to ask for a license and all that. You’re okay. I should have just said it was ‘cause of the bags first.”

“Try not to take it too hard. My partner doesn’t have the best of tact.” Officer Rogers tried to lighten the mood with a joke, but Y/N didn’t hear him. Risking a move he knew he probably shouldn’t, he reached in the car an placed a gentle hand on her shoulder. “Take a deep breath and once you’ve calmed down, you’re free to go.”

Y/N sniffed loudly, wiping her runny mascara and tears with the palm of her hands. Great, she thought bitterly, I already made them think I was crazy and now I look the part too. Nodding through her tears, she took in a deep shuddering breath.

“I’m still an idiot.”

“No,” Officer Barnes repeated firmly. “You’re not. You’d have been an idiot if you smacked me like you wanted to though.”

Y/N let out a watery laugh, a smile growing on her face. The two men grinned, their shoulders relaxing at the sight of her wobbly grin.

“I wouldn’t say I wasn’t impressed with how eloquently you put your argument early, but maybe next time let the office say his reasoning before you start an argument.” Office Barnes said gently, passing the papers back into the car. She frowned, wondering when she gave him the papers but took them quietly.

Officer Rogers clapped a hand on his partner’s shoulder, nodding to Y/N.

“If you can, take a bubble bath tonight. Have a good night, Y/N.” He winked, flashing her another one of his dazzling smiles before he turned to head back to his car. Y/N face burned, his wink doing things to her insides. Officer Barnes stepped back in her line of sight, grinning widely.

“Drive safely. And double check your doors next time before you get in your car.” He chuckled, his crooked grin and insufferable cheekbones causing the butterflies to explode again. She nodded numbly, melting into the seat as the officer turned and headed back to his cruiser. She couldn’t help but stare at his backside as he moved. Sweet lord, he must live at the gym when he’s not at work.

Shaking her head, she put her stuff back in its place before putting the car in drive. As she drove away, she eyed the two Chargers that contained the most attractive set of officers she’d ever seen. And damn it all if she didn’t kick herself for not asking for their numbers, stupidity be damned.

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[kiruuuuu]

Smoke/Mute oneshot in which, as usual, utter chaos happens and I attempt an explanation as to where these pink Siege skins came from. (Rating M, crack + some sexiness going on, ~2.7k words) - written for @glockchen​ who asked me to write anything about these skins and I could never say no to you ♥♥♥

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It starts with a simple drawing.

As it’s a perfectly normal morning in Hereford, the canteen, including the kitchen, is in complete and utter chaos: Caveira has followed through with her threat of disgustedly pouring what she calls bleached bullshit (also known as refined sugar) into Dokkaebi’s collar because the Korean woman forgot to buy ‘proper’ sugar, sparking a small war in their corner of the room, Blitz is currently burning the third batch of eggs and looking to his boyfriend for approval (and Rook reacts with a pained smile), and Bandit is surreptitiously trying to trip everyone walking past while pretending to be an angel in Montagne’s direction.

Mute and Smoke are sitting somewhere in the middle of all this, only half listening to Sledge’s tired mantra of they’re all adults they can clean up after themselves don’t get up let them make their own mistakes and learn.

“Gargle is such a typical, ugly English word”, Maestro muses and feeds the Scotsman a bite of his cheesecake because who needs breakfast food when there’s cake. “It’s onomatopoeic, agreed, but if the love of my life told me ‘I just gargled with maple syrup’ I wouldn’t care how sweet the kisses were because it’d be the same as if I proclaimed myself to be moist. Ugh.”

“I dunno, it can be pretty romantic”, Smoke shrugs and surreptitiously rolls his eyes at Mute – it’s clear why, the two lovebirds next to them are once again wholly lost in each other. “I sometimes gargle with Mark’s come and he never complains.”

Sledge chokes on the cheesecake and looks like he’s about to protest the mention of bodily fluids while he’s eating (and Mute gets ready to retaliate by pointing out the bright purple lovebites peeking over the Scot’s collar as well as the faint bruises on Maestro’s neck), when there’s a sudden, dramatic entrance. The door flies open and in strides Tachanka, head held high, stance proud and a fond smile on his lips.

Most of the ruckus dies down over the abrupt change in mood as the Russian makes a beeline for the fridge, carefully stepping over Bandit’s outstretched foot, avoiding the two flailing women and ignoring the sharp smell emanating from the stove. Now Mute notices the piece of paper in Tachanka's hand which he unfolds and then pins to the fridge door with a few magnets. From this distance, all Mute can see is a whole lot of pink.

Seeing as most pairs of eyes are glued to the old man by now, Tachanka grins and addresses the room with his booming voice: “If you ever ask yourself why the hell you’re still here – this is why.”

Curious, Mute leaves the quiet argument of what constitutes as revolting behind and joins the small crowd gathering around Tachanka, catching a better look of what seems to be a child’s drawing. It’s hard to make out at first as more than half of it is just a mix of different shades of pink, but eventually he identifies it as Tachanka himself holding what looks like a little girl, only his uniform has been recoloured from his usual olive and he’s displaying a horn as well as a mane and even a tail.

If he’s honest, it’s adorable. He knows the story, Glaz told it with a sheepish Tachanka modestly brushing him off but smiling appreciatively anyway: on their last mission, the old man heroically rescued a girl and made sure to carry her to safety and even reunite her with her parents. Judging by Tachanka's expression, it’s one of the most touching fan letters he’s received and he’s immensely proud, as he should be.

At least until Blackbeard steps up and snorts at the display. “Not at all your colour, I’m sorry to say, this looks like the gayest version of you”, he points out. “Absolutely ridiculous.”

“Says the guy with the man bun”, Pulse shoots back immediately.

“Is that bold-faced envy I hear? At least I have hair, Jack.”

“Yes. Too much of it. I’m just waiting for you to start stealing Sébastien’s plaid shirts.”

“I am comfortable enough in my masculinity to experiment with non-traditional looks, thank you very much. When’s the last time you changed anything about your appearance? I’ve seen your driver’s license. The only new thing about you are your wrinkles.”

Mute considers texting Smoke to stop demonstrating his ability to shove an entire piece of cake into his mouth and instead witness this rare American-on-American smackdown but forgets all about it when Tachanka, who’s been listening with a decidedly unimpressed scowl, chimes in: “You call yourself confident but mock this gift I got? Just because it’s pink?”

Belatedly, Blackbeard realises his mistake of potentially angering Tachanka of all people and tries to backtrack. “Well, I mean – only because you’d look silly wearing it. The picture is cute, but you in a pink uniform -”

“What’s wrong with a pink uniform?”

“It’s not really – it’s too visible, and you in pink is just laughable.”

“What’s wrong with me in a pink uniform?”

Mute is failing to suppress a grin by now. While Tachanka sounds perfectly calm and pleasant, Blackbeard is getting more and more flustered by the second. “It’s not a manly colour. You agree with me on that, right? You’d look stupid.”

“Pink used to be a boy’s colour, you know. A softer red, in a way. I think it’d suit you, it’d go with your hair.”

“I’d rather drop dead than be caught wearing something like this”, Blackbeard mutters and then wisely retreats before Tachanka's good mood dissolves into something else.

Amused, the Russian turns to Mute and mirrors his grin. “Confident in his masculinity, hm?”, he repeats doubtfully.

“We can actually make a pink uniform for you”, Mute suggests, causing Tachanka to perk up. “James has dyed clothes before.”

“Would you? I’m beginning to like the idea more and more. I can wear it during training and dazzle everyone.”

“I’ll even do you one better. Just wait a few days.” The two of them nod at each other and Mute returns to his table where Maestro is currently praising the soothing quality of green tea for an upset stomach. “James, I know what we’re going to do today”, he announces with a glint in his eye.

.

“Are you sure these are the correct measurements?”, Smoke complains for the nth time around the needles between his lips. Doubtfully, he holds up the patterned trousers and frowns at them, visibly dissatisfied. “They look too short, babe. They look like they’d fit me.”

Odd, isn’t it?, Mute thinks and bites his cheek until he trusts himself to reply without sounding highly entertained. “Those are definitely the correct measurements, I’m sure.”

“I bet you’re bloody grateful I can sew or else you’d still be watching Youtube tutorials.”

“I’m glad your mum made you fix the clothes you ripped on the daily, yes. Teaches you about the value of your time.”

“Teaches me not to buy expensive garb, more like. How’s your unicorn coming along?”

Mute takes a moment to inspect his work. After airbrushing one of Tachanka's helmets a lovely shade of pink, he started to add a few more personal touches he expects the Russian to enjoy: a pair of bear ears which Bandit owned – and no, Mute didn’t ask for details –, an actual unicorn horn he improvised out of a few available materials plus a mane made from faux fur which Frost generously donated once she caught wind of their project. He’s currently gluing letters onto the monstrosity since the rainbow he added for good measure has dried already. All in all, it’s solid work and he’s happy with it. If this doesn’t make Tachanka's teammates question some of what they thought they knew about him, then nothing will.

“See, I get why we’re making two of these abominations, babe, even if you haven’t told me the reason outright”, Smoke murmurs more to himself than directed at Mute, “but why three? Did anyone else want one? Are we gifting one to Dom? You know he’d wear it, especially with this sexy leopard print. Christ, we’re not giving the old man the leopard, are we? Because I’m sure he’d say something like ‘I have the underwear to match it’ and thank you, now we’ll need some brain bleach.”

“He’s not the only one I know who’d have matching knickers”, Mute states drily. “And Dom isn’t the only one I know who’d wear this.”

Smoke stops messing with the hem and throws him a deeply distrustful look. “Babe. Are you serious?”

“I have the perfect ears to go with it too.”

His quiet statement makes his lover’s brows rise. “They’re for me, aren’t they.” It’s not a question and so Mute doesn’t answer. “Really though – are you taking the piss or does the thought of me wearing this stuff actually turn you on?” Mute steadfastly refuses to respond and instead focuses on lining up the letters playfully. Maybe he could add glitter, yes, in any case he needs to not think about Smoke in a leopard print uniform, absolutely not squirming on his lap, the rappel harness flattering his thighs and soft mewls -

The rustling of clothes catches his attention and when he looks up, Smoke is half naked already. “What are you doing?”

“Trying it on, what does it look like? You want me to wear this, so I will.” He pulls on the finished pieces of his uniform and poses only partly jokingly. His arse looks amazing and Mute forgets how breathing works for a moment, resisting the urge to reach out and cop a feel because then they’ll never get it all done. “Bloody hell, this is tight.”

“Yeah”, Mute agrees distractedly and openly disregards the concept of eye contact entirely in favour of ogling other body parts, “like I said: definitely the correct measurements.”

Grinning, Smoke walks over to where he’s sitting and buries a hand in Mute’s hair to drag his head forward and smush his face into his exceedingly prominent bulge, ignoring the slight resistance and massaging Mute’s scalp once he’s started mouthing at the growing erection rubbing against his cheek. “Why don’t you get the ears, babe?”, Smoke hums and seems not at all perturbed by his unusual attire.

.

A few days later, Mute stands outside of Blackbeard's room, taking a deep breath and checking the time again. The American’s daily schedule is rigid and thus he’s been asleep for more than an hour at this point, not at all disturbed by the commotion outside of the base. They invited everyone interested, distributed beverages and promised a show, meaning there’s a sizeable crowd outside waiting for the main event to happen – whatever it’s supposed to entail.

Tachanka's uniform garnered a lot of approval, and Mute was especially proud to hear almost everyone complimenting his admittedly fabulous helmet, but the real treat hasn’t even surfaced yet.

Once he deems himself ready, he barges into the room and starts shaking Blackbeard awake rudely. “Get up, Jenson, come on, we need you, there’s a situation.” He does his best to appear urgent, and to his credit, Blackbeard is up on his feet before he’s even processed anything that’s going on. “Hostage taken in London, we need to fly out ASAP, get dressed and let’s go!”

He left the door open to let just enough light in for the American to not crash into his furniture as he stumbles about the room, getting dressed and mumbling something incoherent. Mute leaves him no time to think, talking rapidly out of his arse and ushering him out of the room and down the corridor. Blearily, Blackbeard allows himself to be manhandled and merely responds with a few grunts, but once they’re outside and in the middle of the sizeable gathering, he realises that something is off.

Being greeted with cheers, Blackbeard looks around in confusion until his gaze lands on Tachanka toasting him with a can of beer. “The fuck are you wearing?”, he asks and eyes the unicorn helmet in disbelief.

“The fuck are you wearing?”, Tachanka shoots back good-naturedly.

Finally, Blackbeard looks down at himself. He’s clad entirely in pink, mirroring the Russian perfectly. “What”, he says helplessly.

“I told you it’d go with your hair.”

And while the two start bickering immediately, with Blackbeard pompously proclaiming his intent to undress this instant and Tachanka amusedly egging him on, much to the audience’s delight, Mute feels a tug on his sleeve, turns around and mutters a curse under his breath. “I told you not to wear this outside”, he hisses and tries his best not to glance down at Smoke’s dangerously tight trousers.

He’s wearing the full outfit sans mask, and the cat ears which allegedly pick up on brain activity and move accordingly are perked up in excitement. Smoke was amazed by them the first time he put them on and refused to take them off for an entire evening – and admittedly, Mute’s heart melted a little every time Smoke looked over at him and the ears shot up instantly.

Right now, however, his heart isn’t the body part most touched by Smoke’s appearance.

“I’ve been a naughty kitty”, Smoke purrs and begins wrapping himself around the taller man, “you should punish me.”

And while the whole thing in itself has nothing erotic about it, it achieves the desired effect nonetheless as Mute is overcome by the sudden urge to stuff Smoke’s mouth.

Before he can act on it though, Bandit appears by their side, ignoring Blackbeard's repeated insistences that while pink is apparently a feminine colour, there’s nothing wrong with femininity, it’s just not for him (and Tachanka merely lets him talk with a partly disbelieving, partly entertained smile). “Have you seen Gilles? I don’t know where he is.”

“He said something like ‘I have one of these’ when he saw Chanka and then disappeared”, Smoke informs him helpfully and receives a concerned frown. “No idea what he was on about but he seemed excited.”

“Well, he better not be -”

Bandit trails off in horror and neglects to shut his mouth, so Mute and Smoke follow his line of sight while most of the noise around them dies down as well. It quickly becomes clear why: Montagne’s standing in the doorway to the base, wearing – well. What is he wearing?

Only on the second glance does Mute discern the butterfly pattern, noticing that it even continues over his balaclava, harmonises well with the hot pink helmet and – are those feelers?

Montagne catches sight of Smoke’s attire and nods approvingly. “That’s… a choice”, he states. “Maybe a little too racy but I don’t dislike it.”

“What do you think is going on here?”, Bandit addresses him weakly and looks torn between wanting the ground to swallow him whole and wanting the ground to swallow Montagne.

Now the Frenchman seems to be questioning himself, expression turning sheepish. “Isn’t this… these aren’t designs for breast cancer awareness? I thought -”

“See! That would be the only acceptable occasion for a man to ever wear pink!”, Blackbeard tells Tachanka triumphantly while pointing almost accusingly at Montagne, sparking yet another discussion now involving most of the people present.

“Does it look bad?”, Montagne wants to know sadly and only cheers up once Bandit has walked over to reassure him and started to play with his antennae – Mute can only imagine the amount of willpower it takes for Bandit not to make a thousand inappropriate and/or sarcastic jokes at once.

Not that he’s in a much better situation, seeing as Smoke is attempting to seductively meow in his direction. Sighing, he grabs Smoke’s wrist and drags him along. “You look hot but please never pretend to be a cat again. Promise me, James.”

“If I do, am I allowed to wear this on a mission?”

Smoke’s bright smile is going to be his doom one day, he knows this. He predicts quite a lot of arguing about the use of this particular outfit but can’t really say that he minds, not when they do most of their fighting in bed.

And maybe he’ll tell Smoke to put the mask on this time as well.

[vanillaicecrusher-blog]

Can’t you just put your arms around me?

This is my first time writing and please excuse my grammar as english is not my first language. Thanks for taking time to read this story! xo, v.

pairings: James Barnes x reader

warnings: angst and fluff word count: 1506

Today is another long day. Making your way towards your apartment, you sighed to yourself clearing the thoughts clouding your head. The sky is turning into shades of purple and orange as you stepped foot outside college grounds. Walking alone home has been a habit at this point. You glanced at your phone for the nth time that day just to find no text from him, nothing, no calls, no news of him.

You had texted James, your best friend since diapers, 2 days ago and he still hasn’t replied. You have been friends with James since kindergarten and he had moved away from your area to attend college in another state. You had stayed in touch throughout the years and he would visit you during the holidays and you would visit him during semester breaks. You had texted him about how your crush of 2 years has completely turned his back around you for your close friend Natasha. You had found out that he was just using you as a stepping-stone to get to Natasha. You get it, she has it all, she’s the perfect “it-girl” her family is wealthy not only that, she has brains and literal body goals. She has everything you don’t at this point and you’re just starting to feel your insecurities creeping up on you and slightly taunting you.

Jamming your keys to your apartment door, you managed to open it and drag your weary body inside. Making a bee line left to the kitchen you carelessly put your bags on the counter and stuffed your face inside the refrigerator finding something to drink. You had felt a presence behind you and you had slowly moved from the spot to glance back to the counter top. Your surprise-filled eyes found his steely blue ones staring back with what looked like a longing look. You hurriedly closed the fridge door, stared at the figure for a slight second and made your way towards him. There he was in all his glory, James Buchanan Barnes in the flesh. Taking slow strides, you made your way towards him.

“Well, well, who do we have here?” you asked whilst staring at his blue eyes from 10 steps apart.

“I guess it wouldn’t have been a surprise if I had told you beforehand and the fact I lost my phone helped my plan even more.” He replied with a slight cheeky smile tugging at his lips.

“Do you know how much I hate you for not reading my text or replying to them? Do you know how much I hate you for not calling me or give me some situation update? I thought you didn’t want to contact me anymore and is done with my bullshit.” your tired eyes glazed with tears at this point. You had felt your feelings rushing from just looking at him, wanting to pour out your emotions.

“Hey, doll, why are you crying?” he moved closer to you and you just rest your head on his chest looking down while still keeping distance from one another.

“I’ve been having really rough days lately, can’t you just put your arms around me and hug me like old times sake?” cheekiness still evident in your voice as you try to mask your sadness although it had your voice slightly cracking from holding the emotions back. He gently brought you closer and hugged you, placing his chin above your head he ran his fingers down your spine trying to soothe your now violent sobs. Your tears wetting his grey t-shirt, and you had cared less at this point because his hug had brought you to let your emotions flow.

“Doll, do you want to tell me what had happened?” he asked when you had calmed down and only small sobs were coming out of your mouth. When he heard no answer, he carried you bridal style to your living room couch. You tucked your head towards his chest “hiding” your tear stained face from his view. He sat on the couch while you’re still curled up into his chest. Your breathing has steadied out and you felt a lot calmer and emotions that were bottled up all gone from crying earlier.

Silence had consumed both of you, he was there patiently waiting for you to tell him about what had happened and you were coming down from your emotional high.

“I honestly don’t know where to start Bucky.” “It’s okay, you don’t have to rush babygirl, take your time,” he said softly. Your gaze met his and you started filling him in about how Natasha had stabbed you in the back. She knew you liked Steve and how you have told her everything about your crush, just to know she flirted behind your back and now they’re dating. You had a heated argument with Natasha over this and all her response was about how he never wanted you, he always wanted her, contacted her, and flirted with her. It was unacceptable how she could just betray you like that when she knows about your 2-year crush. James hearing all of this started fuming and thoughts swarmed his head.

“You know what Y/N, where was he when you’re in pain? Where was he when you’re sad or anxious or nervous about anything? Where was he when you were about to do your exam and needed moral support?” his voice gradually getting more angry through each question. “Yeah, he was never there, and guess what I’ve been there for you through thick or thin and all you had thought about was him and not me. I love you so much Y/N and you can’t even see that. I will always support you and your decisions but I can’t yield my feelings to any guy because I can’t live without you.” You guys had sat at the edges of the couch at this point and you were surprised at his sudden outburst. He stood up and gathered his things and left.

The following days were uneventful, you had gone to class but you can’t concentrate on the lesson and your thoughts slipped to your conversation with Bucky 3 days ago and what he had said, specifically the 1-4-3. You got out of the class and made your way to the coffee shop down the street. The aroma of coffee invaded your senses as you entered. Ordered a cappuccino and paid for it, you made your way to a seat in the corner where you can see the people coming in and out of the shop for a pick me up.

You heard Adele’s Remedy being played and your thoughts drifted off to that day. You had finally realized when you poured out your emotions that you had always found him to be your shelter and you can always come home to him, tell him your about your day and what bothered you. You feel like a moron for not realizing your feelings sooner. He had always been your shelter and remedy all along. He had always been there to listen and try to soothe your insecurities away by saying how pretty you are and not letting anyone put you for less. Gulping down your cappuccino then getting out of the shop, you made your way to your apartment in rushed steps. Packing your duffle bag with sufficient clothes, you had booked a flight to New York, which had cost you quite the penny but you had cared less at this point. Hailing a cab down the street, you officially made your way closer to him.

Your plane arrived at JFK and you hailed a taxi from the airport to his apartment. It was 2 a.m. and you knew he had to be asleep by this hour. Getting off the cab, you pressed his floor number and rammed your fist against his door in a matter of seconds when you got off the elevator, wasting no more time. The door opened to reveal a sleepy-faced Bucky, he looked at you and his eyes went wide at the shock of seeing you in front of his apartment.

“Hi, umm, I’m sorry for waking you up in this ungodly hour but I just want to say how I’m sorry for not realizing my feelings sooner, for always leaving you hanging and being an oblivious moron.” You had said while staring at his now shocked icy blues. “I didn’t expect you to reciprocate my feelings, I honestly am sorry for bursting out like that, I was just, jealous.”

“Jealous.” You had said together and you gave him a coy smile and he smiled at you back and pulled you in for a hug, he kissed the top of your head as he maneuvered you inside his apartment. As soon as his apartment door clicked shut, you knew that everything will be different between you guys except the fact that he would be there for you and you would be there for him.

[onlyjihoons]

date; j.j.h

bybangmin said:Hi! I'm not sure if your requests are open, but I was wondering if I could request a Jaehyun scenario where you're a dance teacher, and you're teaching his younger siblings (though we know he doesn't have any) and he develops a crush on you??? Does that sound weird???? Anyways, I hope you have a good day, Zelia! (I think this is your name? I just observe off Cheryl's tumblr)

a/n; hi omg it doesn’t sound weird at all, i promise:) i really hope you like it❤

synopsis: teaching little aspiring ballerinas were your thing, you haven’t had many boyfriends due to your dedication to your work and academics. but now you could, but you had little guy friends/connections. you were very young to start this line of work to be honest, but your teacher had faith in you. adding insult to injury, the men around you were married, unattractive men, with children that attended your dance class. not until a cute guy who fetches his sister to dance class catches your attention.

*: Breadstreet Kitchen: One of many Gordon Ramsay restaurants with overpriced but good food quality assured by the man himself.

ft; older brother!johnny

If you had to be honest, being a ballerina sucked.

Firstly, you would only look pretty on stage. After all of the concrete-like layers of makeup were removed, you were a whole different person. Secondly, having no assets. Being bound in the ever-tight leotard and stiff, frilly tutu, the restricting material restricted your growth during your teenage years, causing an almost flat chest. Last but not least, an almost lack of boyfriends. Growing up, your classmates were all girls, being the stereotypical all-girls ballet class you have attended since young. You had gone to a co-ed school, but the lack of interaction between boys in the class you attend the most has resulted in only one boyfriend, which was your best friend. It was really embarrassing to recall, you just didn’t want to be labelled as “inexperienced in dating”. At least you have one ex-boyfriend to back you up.

The glory days of dancing on your toes on stage were over, you teacher then suggested that you should try teaching. You gladly agreed, after all, having knee aches everyday wasn’t good for your health. You completed your teacher’s course easily, and you were about to take your examiner’s certificate next. You had to have at least 5 years of teaching experience anyway, and you really liked teaching small ballerinas-to-be the little basics of ballet. Your teacher added that your age was a plus to begin with, being a teacher at the tender age of 20.

It was a normal day in the dance studio, little girls in pink leotards and pink-wrap skirts filling into the studio with excited minds. You took note of the number of girls and was about to begin class when a new face entered the studio.

She ran towards you excitedly with a big smile, face adorned with two cute dimples at the sides of her lips. 

“Are you joining this class today, sweetie?” Your eyes crinkled with adoration as the girl nodded.

“What’s your name?”

“Jung Ji-Eun”

“Okay, Jieun, we’ll introduce you to your new friends okay?” You coaxed her as she placed her small hands in yours.

“Everyone, we have a new friend today,” You smiled, “Her name is Jieun, everyone say hi to Jieun, yeah?”

“Hi Jieun!” The girls chirrped excitedly, a blush forming on Jieun’s chubby cheeks.

“Hi, I’m Jung Jieun, and I am 5 this year. Please take care of me!” Jieun bowed politely, as her new-found friends burst into excited cheers.

“Remember the new steps I taught you today and practice it at home alright? Okay, bye girls!” The girls filled out of the dance studio excitedly, greeting their parents with excitement. All of the girls left, except Jieun.

“Why aren’t you going to your parents, Jieun?” you hummed as you packed up your belongings.

“My brother is picking me up today,” Jieun sipped on her water cutely as she sat up.

“Really? When is he coming? The studio is going to be closed in about an hour.” You gazed at the analog clock that read 6.20pm.

“I don’t know,”Jieun huffed. “He said he will pick me up--”

“Jieun-ah!” You heard a breathless voice call out behind you.

“Oppa!” the excited child ran towards the blonde male you were greeted with. If Jieun hadn’t told you, you’ve thought he was her father. He had his hair dyed and artificial but now faded blonde, as you inferred from the brown roots peeking from the top of his head. He had worn a pair of cute dimples on his swoon-worthy face, as his eyes disappeared into crescents when he smiled at the child. 

You weren’t lying if it was love at first sight.

You snapped back to reality, realising that you have been staring at Jieun’s brother for far too long.

“Uhm, Miss Y/N?” the boy called out to you.

“Ah yes, I’m sorry.” You sheepishly apologised. “You are?”

“Just call me Jaehyun,” the young man smiled, “Thank you for taking care of Jieun on her first day of class.”

“No worries!” You waved your hands frantically, “Jieun did really well in her first day of class today.”

“Really?” Jaehyun gasped as he pinched Jieun’s chubby cheeks, “Mom and Dad would be so proud.”

You just stood there, dumbfounded and speechless as you watched the pair exchange playful banter for god knows how long(it was only 30 seconds, but you swear it seemed like eternity), until Jaehyun crouched down to pick up Jieun’s pink backpack and slung it around his shoulders as he carried Jieun with another arm.

“It was nice meeting you, Miss Y/N, I’ll see you next week.” Jaehyun bowed.

“Y-yeah, enjoy your weekend!” You blushed wildly as the siblings waved at you as you greeted back.

“Earth to Y/N!” a familiar voice shook your senses as you clutched your heart, seeing your older brother look at you quizzically.

“Johnny Seo!” you scolded as you slapped your brother’s shoulder, “You scared me.”

“You have a crush on Jaehyun?” Johnny raised his eyebrows in disbelief, “That Jeffery? That dude?”

“He’s just my student’s older brother,” You sighed as you packed up the rest of your belongings and slung your duffel over your shoulders, “And have you seen him? Have you seen me?!”

“Considering that he’s the co-host of our radio show I gotta admit that he’s pretty nice,” Johnny hummed, “But you’ve got a good eye sis, ninety-percent of our female listeners have a crush on him.”

“Wait what?” You frowned as you interwined your arm’s with your brothers’, “Tell me more.”

“You’re in love with him,” Johnny shook his head as he helped you switch off the electricity in the studio, “That boy deadass begged me to give him a lift to the studio because his little sister ended class and didn’t want to keep her waiting.”

“He owes me dinner now, consider your first date done.” Johnny smirked as he quickened his pace to the parking lot.

“You’re talking too fast, I can’t-- Johnny Seo!” You screamed as you struggled to keep pace with your long-limbed sibling.

“You look fine sis, you’re not gonna meet his parents or something.” Johnny groaned as he saw you change outfits for the nth time.

“You can’t understand how girls feel because you haven’t had a girlfriend before,” You shot back as you proceeded to open up your bb cushion and patted some of the product on your face.

“You little--” Before Johnny could rebuke, the sound of his ringtone interrupted his train of thought. “Valentine boy’s calling, be quick.”

“Hello?”

“Johnny hyung, you haven’t told me what time you want me to meet you, I don’t have all day,” You heard Jaehyun’s annoyed voice over the speaker.

“Uhm, Jaehyun?” 

“What?”

“Is it alright if my sister comes along? No, actually, I’m too busy, can she be a substitute for me?”

“Your sister?” You heard Jaehyun laugh emotionlessly over the phone, “I swear if she’s the same age as Jieun I’m gonna--”

“It’s Y/N,” Johnny rolled his eyes.

“Wait, Y/N? As in Jieun’s dance teacher, Miss Y/N?”

“Who else?” 

“I thought she was your girlfriend,” 

“Cut your nonsense talk and wait outside Breadstreet Kitchen* in 30 minutes.” Johnny then cut the line dead and laid flat on your bed.

“I swear, people born in 1997 are the most troublesome and clueless bunch of idiots,” You heard Johnny mutter under his breath as he pinched the bridge of his nose.

“Too bad, I know you love me,” You winked to the reflection of Johnny in your mirror as he scrunched his face.

“Quit being disgusting and finish up your makeup.”

“I didn’t know Johnny hosted a radio show with you,” You smiled sheepishly as you gulped down your once-full glass of water.

“Yeah, its pretty fun actually, with Johnny-hyung’s parrot impressions.” Jaehyun giggled.

“No way, he actually does that on live radio?” You widened your eyes in disbelief, “I thought he only did that to annoy me, his impressions are really bad.”

“Our listeners like them,” Jaehyun shrugged, “Johnny-hyung’s popular with our female listeners too.”

“Wait but he said that you-- never mind.” You looked away awkwardly.

“What did Johnny-hyung say about me?” Jaehyun raised his eyebrows.

“N-nothing, I think i misheard him.” You plastered a fake smile on your face, attempting to escape out of your lie.

“Johnny-hyung’s right, you can’t tell lies,” Jaehyun smirked.

“W-what?” You laughed nervously, “That’s bullshit, Johnny’s just trying to spoil my name.”

“You’re so obvious, Y/N,” Jaehyun threw his head in laughter.

You sighed, as you clenched your fists under the table, muttering a silent swear to kill your brother after this dinner. He did not just expose you to your crush, and an especially hot one, to say the least. Jaehyun’s outfit wasn’t helping anything either, he was over-dressed, definitely, wearing a silk choker with a black silk V-neck blouse, complete with skinny leather pants. You were over-dressed too, wearing a too-tight,body-hugging velvet maroon dress to match your Christian Dior heels, and your Chanel bag to top it all off. You weren’t materialistic, but Johnny chose that outfit, after you put on your makeup. To be fair, you weren’t rich, your parents were. They bought you those so that you could look good in formal events. The outfit you wore were strictly reserved for formal events, but Johnny shoved you back into your walk-in closet to change as “BreadStreet Kitchen is for people who look rich”. Anyhow, you were a fumbling mess in front of your too-soon crush, which happens to be one of the hottest bachelor DJs in the country. You played with the hem of your dress nervously, your crush had you speechless barely an hour into the fancy meal that your idiot brother had arranged. You hated to admit it, but Jaehyun was really fun to be around, unlike the countless guys your mother attempted to match-make you with. 

Your mouth spoke before you could even think, as you squeaked out, “D-do you like Messi?”

“Sorry?”

“Messi, like the football player.” You groaned inwardly, you just had to use one of the stupidest pick-up lines from Weightlifting Fairy KIm Bok Joo to confess to your crush.

Jaehyun could barely hide his laughter, “I don’t watch soccer,”

“Then take out the ‘ssi’ in Messi,” 

“Take out the-- oh.” Jaehyun laughed, “isn’t it too quick to confess to me?”

Where did his sudden confidence come from?

“I know, uhm, please excuse me,” You picked up your bag from the side and stood up a little too quickly, fumbling in your movements.

When you finally reached the restroom, you entered a stall and then melted onto the toilet seat, regretting your earlier stupid actions. Your mind just had to come up with a great solution to escape from embarrassment, which led you to a even deeper shit. You groaned, as the ringtone of your phone hit your ears.

“Hello?”

“How is miss prima ballerina? Have you guys started sucking each others’ faces yet?” 

“No”

“What?”

“I messed up.”

“What did you do?”

“I deadass confessed to Jaehyun using ‘Do you like Messi’ and I am regretting my life right now.”

“I didn’t know you were that bold, sis.”

“That’s not the point!” You raised your voice an octave higher, internally sighing relief that there was no one in the restroom except yourself, “You just had to make Jaehyun dress like a rich fuckboy, did you?!”

“I didn’t make him, I just told him to dress fancy.” You could see Johnny virtually shrugging at his comment.

You closed your eyes and took a deep breath, “I swear to god, Johnny Seo, if you ever make Jaehyun or myself pay for this meal I’m gonna--”

“Jaehyun is here to also do a review on the food, the meal is on the restaurant.”

“But--”

“No buts. Get your ass back to the table and clean up your own mess.” With that, the line went dead, a bad habit of Johnny’s.

You washed your hands, internally sighing to yourself once again. As you walked back to the table, you saw Jaehyun on his phone, incessantly typing on his phone. If even mundane things like typing on his phone could make you flustered, how were you even going to deal with his annoyingly good looking face for the rest of the meal?

“Did you poop?” Jaehyun smiled annoyingly, making your heart race.

“Y-yeah I did.” You cleared your throat uncomfortably, “The food’s taking really long to arrive, I’m starving.”

As if on command, your order arrived swiftly, the waiter presenting your food on a too-fancy pate. You weren’t gonna lie, the food looked really appetising.

“Thank you for the food.” You bowed politely as Jaehyun smiled back, making your heart burst into butterflies once again.

“The food was really good, thank you.” You thanked Jaehyun as the two of you exited the restaurant.

“No problem, I was supposed to do a food review anyway.” Jaehyun’s eyes disappeared into crescents, like the other time when he picked up Jieun.

“And also, uhm, I would really like it if you could forget... about earlier on.”

“What? Messi?” Jaehyun smirked.

“Don’t do that~” You whined cutely, in attempts to flirt with Jaehyun.

If your senses served you right, you could see the tips of Jaehyun’s ears turn red at the little gesture of affection, you were now a little more sure of how Jaehyun felt towards you.

“You know, I really enjoyed my time today, with you.” Jaehyun confessed.

“Really? I’m honoured.” You clutched your chest, making Jaehyun laugh.

“Really.” Jaehyun nodded, “Maybe we can go on another date sometime?”

You nearly choked on your saliva, “D-date?”

“Yeah, you know, I think,” Jaehyun paused.

“You think?”

“I might like you too,” Jaehyun’s arrogant demeanor changed suddenly, a little unlike the Jaehyun you had see for the past 2 hours.

“Isn’t it too fast to confess to me right now?” You mocked his words from earlier, earning an amused look from Jaehyun.

“We can go on a second date right now to find out,” Jaehyun gently took your hands in his, showing you his two cute dimples.

You squeezed his hand in return, “I would love that.”