#he was my favorite the first time i read the series because i like how he goes from like just the cute innocent looking half-foot face
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Heyyy!! I love your work <3 Can you write a 'Mark is the type of boyfriend to...' and/or something about: idol!mark and reader as a regular person (full time job+college student) maybe with a little bit o angst since they are so different from each other etc?
ăăăămark ⥠is the type of boyfriend to ... âş
mark soft hours & headcanons. all are fictional.
pairing: mark lee x fem!reader
genre: romance, fluff
requested by anon !
author's notes: i did NOT expect all of you guys to like the jeno headcanons so much to the point that an anon requested a mark ver which convinced me enough to make another one for the week đ y'all do indeed enjoy the headcanon series. anyway, to the anon who is reading this, i have to be honest with you but i genuinely enjoyed writing this and i hope you enjoyed reading this as much as i enjoyed writing this. PLEASE. this took me hours to write and i don't expect JUST the anon to like this but all of you too! i can't even say "i hope you enjoy" in the author's notes now that i'm expecting a thousand notifications on my activity tab in this platform.... đ¤
p.s. let us all thank mark lee for making the most boyfriend material instagram that could ever exist.... without r_e__m___ this headcanon wouldn't be BORN!
reminding all of u guys that my ask inbox is open so don't hesitate to drop a request or an ask !!!
mark is the type of boyfriend to write you poems whenever feels like it, or whenever it's a special occasion that's all about you. whether it be your birthday or your anniversary together, mark tries his absolute best to find all the words and combine it to make a poem that will surely make you happy. he wants to make you feel loved and safe with him, especially since he's your boyfriend.
"hey, beautiful, i left something on your desk," mark walks to you in the living room, sitting beside you while you work a deadline. you turn to him and chuckled, looking at your room which had a yellow folded note. you knew immediately that mark wrote a poem, and you can't wait to read it. you stand up to get the note on your desk, unfolding it to see an entire script of a poem which was all about how sweet your personality is. you walk back to mark, reading it while he lies his head on your shoulder to read a bit of what he wrote. "'you're so sweet that i can't stop coming back to you as if you're like candy, i take it, i'm the luckiest man in the world because of you, my fancy.'" you read the 3rd line in the 4th stanza, giving mark a little peck after you read it.
mark is the type of boyfriend to definitely rehearse being a husband to you. even though you two may not be ready yet or you can't bring yourselves to commit, he loves to do things a loyal husband would do. would you complain? no, because you loved it when mark would act that way. it's quite silly of him to do that, but trust me, you will need it when the both of you are married.
"good evening, future wifey," mark leans on your doorway while you're putting accessories to your outfit, looking at him once you heard his voice. tonight, mark is taking you out on a date, as part of his "husband rehearsals". he notices you're wearing the yves saint laurent dress mark gave you on your first anniversary, which made him smile and giggle. "looks like you're wearing your favorite dress on our date today, hm?" you nodded, giggling softly. "you truly love rehearsing your husband duties, it's silly." you say, walking to him as you put on your fur coat and kissed him on the lips. "it's not silly when you're gonna need more of me acting like this when we get married."
mark is the type of person who tends to stay with you almost every hour of the day. even when you don't need him, he's gonna be beside you until sunset, he can work with you, or he can cuddle, or he can comfort you while you work. (that's for later) he wants to keep you close to him no matter what, so that he could take care or help you whenever something happens. it's his obligation, and he's happy to take it.
"what... are you doing?" you look up at mark who's massaging your legs, confused and a little startled at the sensations he's giving you. he's right in front of you, trying his best to probably keep you soothed and comfortable while he has nothing to do for the day. you couldn't even make him leave because, you can admit, you loved this. "i know how tired you are after the gala you had with your friends, and i'm trying to soothe you so that you won't feel any more pain walking later. i know you love it, baby." he continues massaging you while you're working, making you giggle as you stared at him. "well, matter of fact... your massages are doing great work."
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#200markies#nct ff#nct fic#nct x reader#kpop fluff#nct dream ff#nct dream fic#nct dream fluff#nct fluff#mark lee#lee minhyung#mark lee headcanons#mark lee soft hours#lee minhyung headcanons#lee minhyung soft hours#nct headcanons#nct soft hours#mark lee fluff#mark fluff#mark headcanons#kpop soft hours#mark lee ff#mark lee fic
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based chilchuck enjoyer, i too love that messed up epic divorce deadbeat dad
HE'S MY SPECIALEST GUY EVER i'm doing a reread rn and like the hindsight of his divorced dad-ness is insane (the way he looks over izutsumi and scolds party members) (i JUST got to the succubus chapter again and like marcille reading his divorcedness to FILTH is crazy)
#asks#studioboner#he was my favorite the first time i read the series because i like how he goes from like just the cute innocent looking half-foot face#to his angery YOU ARE ALL INSANE face with the small pupils#this is the funniest 40 year old man ever he cares so much when he really doesn't want to#this reread was good for my soul though ive always loved all the cast because kui is sooo good at giving everyone fair share attention#marcille's failgirl ways shine so hard .... senshi becoming the caretaker he admired .... laios. oh laios.#dungeon meshi spoilers#just in case
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My most interacted with fics:
Cocky Bastard Vibes (Zhongli)
Tipsy Tales (Anemo boys)
Why He Rejected You (pt 1)
Telling Them Off (Ayato, Venti, Xiao)
A Sight to Behold (Yae Miko)
Obvious (Neuvillette)
Simple (Alhaitham)
What Destiny Has Brought (Fischl)
Why He Rejected You (pt 2)
Blasphemous Assumptions (Zhongli)
#personal#cocky bastard vibes is the least surprising thing on this list. it's the fic that convinced me to turn off my notifications haha#if you're a fan of this fic tho you can expect the spiritual sequel to be getting posted as the next chapter in the bookkeeping!series#tipsy tales is also not surprising. tumblr really likes low effort posts like those#i'd really love to expand on xiao and the traveler's one someday#why he rejected you (pt 1) shocked me when i first posted it because i expected people to hate it haha#i posted it to make a point because i was feeling petty at some of the character portrayal i was seeing#another reason i was shocked is bc pt 2 has all the popular characters but did worse than pt 1#i thought itd be reversed#telling them off is really shocking tho bc other than the ayato fic the other two fics SUCK HAHA#venti's is barely anything and xiao's portrayal is SO BAD. 'secret identities' is a way better portrayal of him#a sight to behold is also shocking because the genshin fandom on tumblr only like men#this fic is my most self-indulgent of them all because i am a SIMP. i really like the sequel to this fic tho#for 'obvious' every time i read that fic i'm surprised at how decent the ending is bc i fully admit i rushed it#but it's a typical romance (atypical for me) so it's not surprising it's on here#'SIMPLE' PISSES ME OFF. THAT FIC DOES NOT DESERVE THAT MANY NOTES. made me so mad đĄ#'what destiny has brought' tho... that's the most shocking. like don't get me wrong it's a good fic but.... FISCHL??????#fun fact i literally cannot stand fischl. she's so irritating. i wrote that fic bc i couldn't stand the ending to her summer fantasia event#'she truly became fischl' BUT SHE'S LITERALLY NOT FISCHL??? she's living a lie???#she pretends to be someone else because she hates herself so much. instead of encouraging her delusions shouldnt we like???#give her some self-esteem and show her amy is worthy of love?#BUT THAT'S JUST ME#anyway 'blasphemous assumptions' is not surprising. it's not my favorite but it's definitely of the funnier in the bookkeeping series#out of all these fics 'what destiny has brought' and 'obvious' are my recommendations#one day i wanna do my lowest ranking fics because those are my favorite
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SHEâS MINE | 00
CATCH ME, IâVE FALLEN IN LOVE FOR THE FIRST TIME.
synopsis â thrust into the spotlight, ken sato had easily become the next big thing tokyo had seen in decades. alongside his fame came the inevitable string of rumors, of which sprung forth scandals and discrediting information against his image. of course the obvious and most rational solution would be to address them like every other celebrity, but this was ken sato; nothing would ever be rational with him, which is how you wound up with a ring on your finger and the sato name in your papers.
genre â fake dating, fake marriage, idiots-to-lovers, friends-to-lovers, mild angst, chaotic fluff, smut
pairing â ken sato x fem-PA!reader, ken sato x fake-wife!reader
warnings â mild cursing, eventual smut, mentions of alcohol, all events in ultraman: rising take place a year after kenji moves back to japan, RUMORS isnât related to anything that happens in this series
word count â 798
authorâs note â YAY i finally wrote it! i really love the fake dating/marriage convenience trope and iâve been itching to write it with kenji. this is highly inspired by one my favorite books of all time, terms & conditions by lauren asher! if you enjoy fake dating i highly recommend reading it. as mentioned at the top, this is only the prologue! i'll be putting out part one and the series masterlist asap hehe... as always, happy reading!
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SOMETIMES YOU WONDERED IF ANYTHING YOU SAID EVER STUCK WITH KEN. For the past year and a half, you had the supposed âdream lifeâ that every assistant yearned for. It confused you, really, as you tried to ponder on what part of your job was envious. Were the late nights drafting NDA breaches so desirable? What about the press statements after altercations, were those rĂŠsumĂŠ worthy? You let out a deep sigh as you watched Ken from the TV in his dressing room, crossing your arms as you sunk deeper into the couch.
He was on a press tour for his latest collaboration, his overconfident persona charming everyone left and right. You had to physically stop yourself from rolling your eyes when he used his signature flair to charm the showâs host. At least he was sticking to the script⌠for the most part. He wore the product, threw in a few adlibs, and of course, flirted. Be it a talk show host or a random photographer on the street, Ken always found a way to leave people smitten with him- save except you.Â
Itâs not like you were actively trying to hate him, he just made it so easy. At first you thought it was just some awkward phase, like he was just trying to adjust to working with a new team. But then he just kept doing the same things over and over again. A brawl with an opposing team member? Just another Sunday night. A rumor about having a fling with yet another supermodel? Sounds just about right.Â
âI mean of course I have to thank my team,â Kenâs voice cut through your train of thought. âIt was a dream of mine to play for the Giants as a kid, now I actually get to do it.â
Tone it down, asshole. You thought to yourself, noting the sarcasm laced in his words. Of course the general public wouldnât have caught on, but you had no doubt his coach and the other players would. Then again, heâd been relatively untouchable because of his rank in the sports world. You poked your tongue into your cheek, shaking your head as you sat through the rest of his interview. The clock on the wall counted down the remaining time, the bright red numbers casting a reflection on the screen. Two minutes left, and all he had to do was to keep the act upâŚ
âŚUntil he didnât. Nothing couldâve prepared you for what was about to happen next.Â
âNow I donât want to hold here any longer, but you know I have to ask it,â The host teased, almost like an overexcited child ready to tattle. âAny special someone back home?âÂ
Ken chuckled, just like he usually did when asked the question. âCheeky question,â He paused and grinned, his eyebrow raised slightly as he shrugged his shoulders. âWhat if there was?âÂ
âWell, is there?â The host pushed, his tone eager to have the Ken Sato answer such a juicy question. He gestured toward the crowd before he continued. âI mean there are a lot of fans here today who would love to know moreâŚâÂ
âYeah? And if I said yes, then what?â He replied, his smile growing brighter and his eyes shining.Â
The crowd cheered even harder, itching to find out the truth. You shared the same sentiments, trying to figure out what the hell Ken was up to now. Did he have a girlfriend? If he did, why didnât anyone know about it? You stood up straight now, your right hand deathly gripping the remote. What the hell do you have up your sleeve, Kenji Sato? Your inner voice seemed to yell as you waited for him to speak up.Â
âI mean only time will tell, yeah?â The host replied, leaning back in his seat. âCâmon Ken, itâs not nice to keep secrets.â
Ken mimicked the hostâs moves, leaning back into his sofa chair as well. He shrugged his shoulders, licking his lips as he fiddled with his fingers. He bit the inside of his cheek, and though it was brief you caught it. You knew that look; his look of contemplation. Your grip on the remote was still taut as your breathing seemed to quicken the longer he waited. Granted it was only a few seconds, but those seconds felt like hours.Â
He tilted his head slightly then, his eyes staring directly at the camera. It slowly zoomed closer to focus entirely on him, and he let out a small laugh before he finally replied. His gaze was strong, and it almost felt like he was actually looking at you.
âYeah, yeah I do.â He finally said, throwing in a lovesick smile for good measure. âAnd sheâs the best damn thing in my life right now.â
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#â maxiâs works#ultraman#ultraman: rising#ken sato#kenji sato#ken sato x you#kenji sato x you#ultraman x reader#ken sato x reader#kenji sato x reader#ken sato fluff#kenji sato smut#kenji sato fluff#ken sato smut#fake dating#fake marriage#fluff#smut
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How Michael Met Neil
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(Neil, if you see this, please feel free to grab the transcript and store on your site; I had no easy way of contacting you.)
DAVID TENNANT: Tell me about @neil-gaiman then, because he's in that category [previously: âsuch a profound effect on my lifeâ] as well.
MICHAEL SHEEN: So this is what has brought us together.
DAVID: Yes.
MICHAEL: To the new love story for the 21st century.
DAVID: Exactly.
MICHAEL: So when I went to drama school, there was a guy called Gary Turner in my year. And within the first few weeks, we were doing something, having a drink or whatever. And he said to me, âDo you read comic books?â
And I said, âNo.â I mean, this is ⌠what ⌠'88? '88, '89. So it was ⌠now I know that it was a period of time that was a big change, transformation going through comic books. Rather than it being thought of as just superheroes and Batman and Superman, there was this whole new era of a generation of writers like Grant Morrison.
DAVID: The kids who'd grown up reading comic books were now making comic books
MICHAEL: Yeah, yeah, and starting to address different kinds of subjects through the comic book medium. So it wasn't about just superheroes, it was all kinds of stuff going on â really fascinating stuff. And I was totally unaware of this.
And so this guy Gary said to me, "Do you read them?" And I said, "No."Â And he went, "Right, okay, here's The Watchman [sic] by Alan Moore. Here's Swamp Thing. Here's Hellblazer. And here's Sandman.â
And Sandman was Neil Gaiman's big series that put his name on the map. And I read all those, and, just â I was blown away by all of them, but particularly the Sandman stories, because he was drawing on mythology, which was something I was really interested in, and fairy tales, folklore, and philosophy, and Shakespeare, and all kinds of stuff were being mixed up in this story. And I absolutely loved it.
So I became a big fan of Neil's, and started reading everything by him. And then fairly shortly after that, within six months to a year, Good Omens the book came out, which Neil wrote with Terry Pratchett. And so I got the book â because I was obviously a big fan of Neil's by this point â read it, loved it, then started reading Terry Pratchettâs stuff as well, because I didn't know his stuff before then â and then spent years and years and years just being a huge fan of both of them.
And then eventually when â I'd done films like the Underworld films and doing Twilight films. And I think it was one of the Twilight films, there was a lot of very snooty interviews that happened where people who considered themselves well above talking about things like Twilight were having to interview me ⌠and, weirdly, coming at it from the attitude of 'clearly this is below you as well' ⌠weirdly thinking I'm gonna go, 'Yeah, fucking Twilight.â
And I just used to go, "You know what? Some of the greatest writing of the last 50-100 years has happened in science fiction or fantasy." Philip K Dick is one of my favorite writers of all time. In fact, the production of Hamlet I did was mainly influenced by Philip K Dick. Ursula K. Le Guin and Asimov, and all these amazing people. And I talked about Neil as well. And so I went off on a bit of a rant in this interview.
Anyway, the interview came out about six months later, maybe. Knock on the door, open the door, delivery of a big box. Thatâs interesting. Open the box, there's a card at the top of the box. I open the card.
It says, From one fan to another, Neil Gaiman. And inside the box are first editions of Neil's stuff, and all kinds of interesting things by Neil. And he just sent this stuff.
DAVID: You'd never met him?
MICHAEL: Never met him. He'd read the interview, or someone had let him know about this interview where I'd sung his praises and stood up for him and the people who work within that sort of genre as being like âŚ
And he just got in touch. We met up for the first time when he came to â I was in Los Angeles at the time, and he came to LA. And he said, "I'll take you for a meal."
I said, âAll right.â
He said, "Do you want to go somewhere posh, or somewhere interesting?â
I said, "Let's go somewhere interesting."
He said, "Right, I'm going to take you to this restaurant called The Hump." And it's at Santa Monica Airport. And it's a sushi restaurant.
I was like, âRight, okay.â So I had a Mini at the time. And we get in my Mini and we drive off to Santa Monica Airport. And this restaurant was right on the tarmac, like, you could sit in the restaurant (there's nobody else there when we got there, we got there quite early) and you're watching the planes landing on Santa Monica Airport. It's extraordinary.Â
And the chef comes out and Neil says, "Just bring us whatever you want. Chef's choice."
So, I'd never really eaten sushi before. So we sit there; we had this incredible meal where they keep bringing these dishes out and they say, âThis is [blah, blah, blah]. Just use a little bit of soy sauce or whatever.â You know, âThis is eel. This is [blah].â
And then there was this one dish where they brought out and they didn't say what it was. It was like âmystery dishâ, we had it ... delicious. Anyway, a few more people started coming into the restaurant as time went on.
And we're sort of getting near the end, and I said, "Neil, I can't eat anymore. I'm gonna have to stop now. This is great, but I can't eatâ"
"Right, okay. We'll ask for the bill in a minute."
And then the door opens and some very official people come in. And it was the Feds. And the Feds came in, and we knew they were because they had jackets on that said they were part of the Federal Bureau of Whatever. And about six of them come in. Two of them go ⌠one goes behind the counter, two go into the kitchen, one goes to the back. They've all got like guns on and stuff.
And me and Neil are like, "What on Earth is going on?"
And then eventually one guy goes, "Ladies and gentlemen, if you haven't ordered already, please leave. If you're still eating your meal, please finish up, pay your bill, leave."*
[* - delivered in a perfect American âserious law agentâ accent/impression]
And we were like, "Oh my God, are we poisoned? Is there some terrible thing that's happened?"Â Â
We'd finished, so we pay our bill. And then all the kitchen staff are brought out. And the head chef is there. The guy who's been bringing us this food. And he's in tears. And he says to Neil, "I'm so sorry." He apologizes to Neil. And we leave. We have no idea what happened.
DAVID: But you're assuming it's the mystery dish.
MICHAEL: Well, we're assuming that we can't be going to â we can't be â it can't be poisonous. You know what I mean? It can't be that there's terrible, terrible things.
So the next day was the Oscars, which is why Neil was in town. Because Coraline had been nominated for an Oscar. Best documentary that year was won by The Cove, which was by a team of people who had come across dolphins being killed, I think.
Turns out, what was happening at this restaurant was that they were having illegal endangered species flown in to the airport, and then being brought around the back of the restaurant into the kitchen.
We had eaten whale â endangered species whale. That was the mystery dish that they didn't say what it was.
And the team behind The Cove were behind this sting, and they took them down that night whilst we were there.
DAVID: Thatâs extraordinary.
MICHAEL: And we didn't find this out for months. So for months, me and Neil were like, "Have you worked anything out yet? Have you heard anything?"
"No, I haven't heard anything."
And then we heard that it was something to do with The Cove, and then we eventually found out that that restaurant, they were all arrested. The restaurant was shut down. And it was because of that. And we'd eaten whale that night.
DAVID: And that was your first meeting with Neil Gaiman.
MICHAEL: That was my first meeting. And also in the drive home that night from that restaurant, he said, and we were in my Mini, he said, "Have you found the secret compartment?"
I said, "What are you talking about?" It's such a Neil Gaiman thing to say.
DAVID: Isn't it?
MICHAEL: The secret compartment? Yeah. Each Mini has got a secret compartment. I said, "I had no idea." It's secret. And he pressed a little button and a thing opened up. And it was a secret compartment in my own car that Neil Gaiman showed me.
DAVID: Was there anything inside it?
MICHAEL: Yeah, there was a little man. And he jumped out and went, "Hello!" No, there was nothing in there. There was afterwards because I started putting...
DAVID: Sure. That's a very Neil Gaiman story. All of that is such a Neil Gaiman story.
MICHAEL: That's how it began. Yeah.
DAVID: And then he came to offer you the part in Good Omens.
MICHAEL: Yeah. Well, we became friends and we would whenever he was in town, we would meet up and yeah, and then eventually he started, he said, "You know, I'm working on an adaptation of Good Omens." And I can remember at one point Terry Gilliam was going to maybe make a film of it. And I remember being there with Neil and Terry when they were talking about it. And...
DAVID: Were you involved at that point?
MICHAEL: No, no, I wasn't involved. I just happened to have met up with Neil that day.
DAVID: Right.
MICHAEL: And then Terry Gilliam came along and they were chatting, that was the day they were talking about that or whatever.
And then eventually he sent me one of the scripts for an early draft of like the first episode of Good Omens. And he said â and we started talking about me being involved in it, doing it â he said, âWould you be interested?â I was like, "Yeah, of course."Â I went, "Oh my God." And he said, "Well, I'll send you the scripts when they come," and I would read them, and we'd talk about them a little bit. And so I was involved.
But it was always at that point with the idea, because he'd always said about playing Crowley in it. And so, as time went on, as I was reading the scripts, I was thinking, "I don't think I can play Crowley. I don't think I'm going to be able to do it." And I started to get a bit nervous because I thought, âI don't want to tell Neil that I don't think I can do this.â But I just felt like I don't think I can play Crowley.
DAVID: Of course you can [play Crowley?].
MICHAEL: Well, I just on a sort of, on a gut level, sometimes you have it on a gut level.
DAVID: Sure, sure.
MICHAEL: I can do this.
DAVID: Yeah.
MICHAEL: Or I can't do this. And I just thought, âYou know what, this is not the part for me. The other part is better for me, I think. I think I can do that, I don't think I could do that.â
But I was scared to tell Neil because I thought, "Well, he wants me to play Crowley" â and then it turned out he had been feeling the same way as well. And he hadn't wanted to mention it to me, but he was like, "I think Michael should really play Aziraphale."
And neither of us would bring it up. And then eventually we did. And it was one of those things where you go, "Oh, thank God you said that. I feel exactly the same way." And then I think within a fairly short space of time, he said, âI think we've got ⌠David Tennant ⌠for Crowley.â And we both got very excited about that.
And then all these extraordinary people started to join in. And then, and then off we went.
DAVID: That's the other thing about Neil, he collects people, doesn't he? So he'll just go, âOh, yeah, I've phoned up Frances McDormand, she's up for it.â Yeah. You're, what?
MICHAEL: âI emailed Jon Hamm.â
DAVID: Yeah.
MICHAEL: And yeah, and you realize how beloved he is and how beloved his work is. And I think we would both recognise that Good Omens is one of the most beloved of all of Neil's stuff.
DAVID: Yes.
MICHAEL: And had never been turned into anything.
DAVID: Yeah.
MICHAEL: And so the kind of responsibility of that, I mean, for me, for someone who has been a fan of him and a fan of the book for so long, I can empathize with all the fans out there who are like, âOh, they better not fuck this up.â
DAVID: Yes.
MICHAEL: âAnd this had better be good.â And I have that part of me. But then, of course, the other part of me is like, âBut I'm the one who might be fucking it up.â
DAVID: Yeah.
MICHAEL: So I feel that responsibility as well.
DAVID: But we have Neil on site.
MICHAEL: Yes. Well, Neil being the showrunner âŚ
DAVID: Yeah. I think it takes the curse off.
MICHAEL: ⌠I think it made a massive difference, didn't it? Yeah. You feel like you're in safe hands.
DAVID: Well, we think. Not that the world has seen it yet.
MICHAEL (grimly): No, I know.
DAVID: But it was a -- it's been a -- it's been a joy to work with you on it. I can't wait for the world to see it.
MICHAEL: Oh my God. Oh, well, I mean, it's the only, I've done a few things where there are two people, it's a bit of a double act, like Frost-Nixon and The Queen, I suppose, in some ways. But, and I've done it, Amadeus or whatever.
This is the only thing I've done where I really don't think of it as âmy characterâ or âmy performance as that characterâ. I think of it totally as us.
DAVID: Yeah.
MICHAEL: The two of us.
DAVID: Yes.
MICHAEL: Like they, what I do is defined by what you do.
DAVID: Yeah.
MICHAEL: And that was such a joy to have that experience. And it made it so much easier in a way as well, I found, because you don't feel like you're on your own in it. Like it's totally us together doing this and the two characters totally complement each other. And the experience of doing it was just a real joy.
DAVID: Yeah. Well, I hope the world is as excited to see it as we are to talk about it, frankly.
MICHAEL: You know, there's, having talked about T.S. Eliot earlier, there's another bit from The Wasteland where there's a line which goes, These fragments I have shored against my ruin.
And this is how I think about life now. There is so much in life, no matter what your circumstances, no matter what, where you've got, what you've done, how much money you got, all that. Life's hard. I mean, you can, it can take you down at any point.
You have to find this stuff. You have to like find things that will, these fragments that you hold to yourself, they become like a liferaft, and especially as time goes on, I think, as I've got older, I've realized it is a thin line between surviving this life and going under.
And the things that keep you afloat are these fragments, these things that are meaningful to you and what's meaningful to you will be not-meaningful to someone else, you know. But whatever it is that matters to you, it doesn't matter what it was you were into when you were a teenager, a kid, it doesn't matter what it is. Go and find them, and find some way to hold them close to you.Â
Make it, go and get it. Because those are the things that keep you afloat. They really are. Like doing that with him or whatever it is, these are the fragments that have shored against my ruin. Absolutely.
DAVID: That's lovely. Michael, thank you so much.
MICHAEL: Thank you.
DAVID: For talking today and for being here.
MICHAEL: Oh, it's a pleasure. Thank you.
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Spill Your Guts (OP81)
summary: after revealing what she listens to in order to wind down, y/n ends up with an invite from her favorite podcast host to appear in the next episode
driver!reader x podcast host!oscar piastri -> habs incoming... series masterlist
cw: not fia approved words, reader teasing lando (they're besties), kissing, fluff, bad flirting, oscar being bullied by hattie
wc: 2.9k
a/n: this one is written + smau, with a bit of different formatting for the podcast episode. this one was fun to write, I hope y'all will like it and show it some love.
-> TAKE 1
âHi,â you said, flashing a smile to the camera. âIâm Y/n L/n!â
âAnd Iâm Lando Norris,â your teammate, sitting in a chair next to you in the video set up, said while waving his hand. âAnd weâre McTeammates!â
âLando,â you said, shaking your head as you turned to look at him. âWe talked about this. We drive for McLaren, weâre teammates but,â you lifted a finger up, pointing it at him. âWeâre not, McTeammates.â
He rolled his eyes, sticking his tongue out at you. âWhatever you say, McGrumpy!â
âThatâs it!â You said, pushing your chair away from the table and standing up. âIâm taking away your Grayâs Anatomy privileges.â
âYou canât do that, you bitch!â
âTry me, you little termite!â
-> TAKE 2
âHi,â you smiled, lifting your hand up to wave at the camera. âIâm Y/n L/n.â
âWhy do you always start?â Lando complained. âLike why isnât my name first, Iâve been here longer.â
âBecause Iâm the lead in the championship and your nickname is last lap Lando.â
âThatâs so fucking mean, you muppet!â He sobbed, wiping the corner of his eye to add to the dramatic effect. âWhatâs wrong with you - you know Iâm sensitive about that.â
You sighed, putting your hand on his back and rubbing along his spine in a comforting manner. âIâm sorry, Lando, I didnât mean it.â You said, putting your fingers into his locks and ruffling his hair. âWe can do your name first, and you can start the video. How does that sound?â
He looked up at you, eyes shining with excitement, the previous dramatics instantly gone as he started nodding his head. âDeal! No take backsies!â
-> TAKE 3
âHi!â Lando said, his voice full of enthusiasm as he waved at the same with a big grin. âIâm Lando Norris.â
âAnd Iâm Y/n L/n!â You said, smiling at the came and praying this take was going to work out because if you had to start this video over one more time you were going to strangle your teammate.
âToday weâre answering your questions. which you had the chance to send us on Instagram and we put them in this bowl.â Lando explained, holding up the said bowl full of folded papers.
You pushed your hand into the bowl, running your fingers over the papers before grabbing one and pulling it out. You unfolded the paper, looking down at the printed words. âWhat is Lando afraid of?â You read the question, laughing a little. âFish!â
âHey!â He interrupted, snatching the paper from your hands. âItâs my question Iâm supposed to answer!â He looked down at the paper, humming while nodding his head. âIâm also afraid of the dark.â
You bit your lip to stop yourself from making a comment, wanting badly to tease him about saying he was afraid of the dark.Â
Satisfied with his reply, Lando threw the paper away and dug into the bowl for the next one. He unfolded the paper, clearing his throat dramatically before reading out the question. âWhat does Y/n L/n listen to, to wind down?â His eyes snapped up, looking into yours. âUh, I know this one!â
âI donât care,â you replied, snatching the paper from his hands. âItâs my question.â You told him, returning his previous words back to him, which made him pout. âTo wind down, especially after a race I listen to a podcast hosted by some Aussie guy named Oscar. The podcast is called Spill Your Guts, it has no specific theme and the host is a funny guy. Plus, he sounds cute.â
âI could have answered that!â Lando said, poking your arm with his finger. âI knew your answer word for word.â
âIâm sure you did Lando,â you said, nodding your head at him. âNow why donât you pull out the next question?â
Itâs a few days later, the video already long gone from your mind, when you walk into your driverâs room after a practice and flop directly onto the couch as soon as your helmet and balaclava are off, letting your body mold into the cushions after the exhausting practice.
You grab your phone and open it, eyes focusing on the new massage you had gotten while you were in the car. Your expression is confused as your eyes swipe over the number, not recognizing whose it is.
You enter the chat and after a brief moment of hesitation, you reply.
Your hands are shaking as you try your best to shove your phone into your pocket before jumping up, a scream tearing from your throat before youâre running to Landoâs driverâs room.
âLando!â You yell, grabbing the door handle and pushing his doors open without knocking. He stops dead in his tracks and turns around to face you.
Lando holds both hands up, his mouth full of a chocolate doughnut that is half sticking out. He quickly grabs the part thatâs sticking out and pulls it out of his mouth, swallowing the rest as fast as he can. âDonât tell my trainer, please!â
Your eyes slide over to the half a doughnut in his hands and you shake your head at him. âI donât care about that,â you tell him. âYouâll never believe what happened!â
âMax Verstappen got a 100 points penalty and you secured the championship?â He offers, deciding to finish his doughnut while he has a chance.Â
âNo, I donât think thatâs possible,â you tell him. âBut it would be great! What was I saying? Oh, yes!â You clap your hand before putting them on his shoulders and shaking him. âOscar Piastri invited me to star in an episode?â
âWho?â He asks, his voice muffled by the treat in his mouth.
âThe Spill Your Guts, guy!â
âYou got invited to Spill Your Guts!?â Lando asks, swallowing the doughnut before looking at you with a smile. âYouâre going to be on an episode of your favorite podcast?â
âYes!â You laughed, smiling at him.
âHow?â
You grabbed Landoâs hand and moved him over to the couch, flopping down into a comfortable position, you patted the spot next to you, signaling for your teammate to sit down. Once he did, you cracked your fingers and locked your eyes with his. âOkay, soâŚâ and then started explaining.
OSCAR: Hello everyone! Welcome to tonight's episode of Spill Your Guts. Tonightâs guest is definitely the most famous person Iâve ever had sitting opposite of me if you donât count my sister, with her 120k TikTok followers. Anyways, itâs my pleasure to welcome Y/n L/n to the studio!
Y/N: Hi, Oscar! And hello to everyone whoâs listening in tonight. The pleasure is all mine really - Iâm honestly so excited to be here. Just ask Lando, Iâm pretty sure heâs gone deaf from all my screaming.
OSCAR: [laugh] Okay Y/n, settle in and fasten your seat-belt, weâre starting.
Y/N: Iâm ready!
OSCAR: Iâm sure youâve been asked this many times but whatâs it like being a Formula 1 driver?
Y/N: Thrilling. Every race week is a new adventure and the sport is really competitive so youâre constantly trying to prove yourself and set new records. Thereâs really no time to slow down.
OSCAR: Iâll be honest, it sounds a bit exhausting. Now, if you were a driver what would you be?
Y/N: Maybe a doctor [sigh] Iâve always been interested in medicine but racing is my life. But yeah, if I wasnât a racer Iâd probably want to pursue a career in medicine.
OSCAR: [hum] I can see it. Youâd look good in scrubs. [both laugh] Whatâs your favorite Grand Prix?
Y/N: Two words Oscar - Las Vegas!
OSCAR: Thatâs a night race, yeah? Seem fun. Are you ready for some rapid fire questions now?
Y/N: Go right ahead, pretty boy.
OSCAR: [nervous laugh] Okay then, ready steady go! Wet or dry?
Y/N: Wet.
OSCAR: Monza or Monaco?
Y/N: Monza!
OSCAR: Blondes or brunettes?
Y/N: Brunettes [laugh] Australian ones preferably.
OSCAR: [very loud laugh] How cold are the ice baths?
Y/N: Very fucking cold.
OSCAR: Vettel or Alonso?
Y/N: None of them - Rosberg. Catch the reference.Â
OSCAR: I did! Catch the reference, thatâs it. I watched that video to come up with questions.
Y/N: Oh, is the next question bums of boobs then? Because bums for sure.
OSCAR: That was not a question but thank you for answering it either way. Let me take a quick peek at the chat. boy4norizz wants to know whoâs your favorite F1 teammate?
Y/N: [loud laugh] Oh God, Lando Iâm gonna kill you! So, the only answer I can give you is Lando, because heâs the only teammate Iâve had in F1. But if I had another, it would definitely be them.
OSCAR: Cats or dogs?
Y/N: I like both but if I had to pick - dogs. Iâve got a dog actually, a goldie. His nameâs Apollo.
OSCAR: I love goldies!
Y/N: You should come meet mine sometimes.Â
OSCAR: I might take you up on that. Now, last I checked you are the current lead in the championship, right? How does that feel?
Y/N: Still feels a bit unreal, if Iâm being honest. Obviously every driver dreams about winning the WDC, and obviously only half of the season is done so I donât want to be getting ahead of myself with the talk, but to actually be in the lead and have such a big chance to win it feels amazing.
OSCAR: I hope you do win it.
Y/N: Oh! [small pause] Does that mean youâll be cheering on me?
OSCAR: Absolutely! You mentioned half of the season being done so that means summer break is approaching right?
Y/N: Yes, summer break starts after the next race.
OSCAR: Got any plans for the break?
Y/N: Depends. Are you free?
[few moments of silence and then both start laughing]
OSCAR: [catching his breath] Alright, thank you everyone for tuning in - and thank you to Y/n, for joining us. Enjoy the rest of your night.
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oscarpiastri: Another thank you to F1 star, Y/n L/n for joining us in tonight's episode of Spill Your Guts. And thank you for bringing the merch! Go stream the episode if you missed it!
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comments:
user01: call me crazy but they have so much chemistry
user423: you're not crazy girl, I literally felt like I was intruding userr: same! and her inviting him to meet her dog!! if they don't date I'll kms
ynsmclaren2: 'do you have plans' 'depends, are you free' WELCOME BACK SEBASTIAN VETTEL
user3: no because I literally screamed when I heard that userss: preach sister. they sound so good together I need them to date
yourusername: it was an amazing experience, 10/10 host would come back
oscarpiastri: dibs on getting the first interview when you win your championship? yoursername: deal user33: oh they're down bad
hattiepiastri: you're embarrassing me, you have her number use it
oscarpiastri: I'm telling mom you're mean to me hattiepiastri: do it no balls, she likes me more user454: I live for hattie bullying oscar
You look into the mirror one more time, raising your hands up to smooth down your hair for God knows what time that night. You push yourself forward, practically leaning over the desk so your face is directly in front of the mirror and run your finger over the edge of your bottom lip, making sure corners of your lipstick arenât smudged.Â
âStop that!â Lando says, picking up a makeup brush from the bed and throwing it at you. Itâs times like these that make you wonder why you agreed to go on vacation with him. âYou look great! Iâm sure the pastry boyâs jaw is gonna dislocate from how hard itâs going to drop when he sees you.â
âThatâs ⌠definitely a mental image.â You reply, picking up the brush from the floor and throwing it back at him. âIâm nervous,â you admit, picking on the bits of skin next to your nails.
Lando gets up from the bed and approaches you. He smiles and lifts a hand up to pat your shoulder before deciding to pull in for a quick hug. âThereâs no need to be.Youâre a catch and if he screws us itâs his loss.â
You bite your lip, teeth digging into your bottom lip as you think it over. âYeah, youâre right. Come on, Iâm gonna be late.â
After pushing Lando out of your room you grab your purse and exit the room. The elevator ride down to the lobby feels like a small eternity, your stomach tied in knots by the time you finally step out in the lobby.
You make your way outside, a lump in your throat as you look around the busy street. Your eyes finally meet his and itâs like time slows down. Heâs leaning against his car, dressed casually in pants and a T-Shirt, and holding a small bouquet of flowers.
You smile as you approach him and he mirrors your smile with his own. âThese are for you,â he says, offering you the bouquet. âYou look breathtaking.â
âThank you,â you reply, taking the flowers from him, your fingers brushing against his. âAnd you donât look bad yourself.â
He laughs in response, the corners of his mouth twitching upwards into a smile. He grabs the car door handle and opens the door, gesturing at it with his free arm. âShall we?â
You can help but laugh, nodding your head you get into the car and he closes the door, going around the car and sitting in the driver's seat. âWhere are we going?â You ask, settling back into the seat and pulling on your seat-belt.
âA little restaurant I used to go to with my parents and sisters when I was younger,â he tells you, starting the car. âTrust me, youâll love it.â
f1wagupdates: new WAG in the paddock?
current championship lead and famous mclaren driver Y/n L/n, was spotted having an intimate dinner with Oscar Piastri, podcast host of Spill Your Guts, which L/n starred on and mentioned it being her favorite podcast.
after the episode she appeared in fans noted the flirting between L/n and Piastri. are the two finally together?
comments:
ynsmclaren2: I'm very happy for them but why don't we give them some privacy instead of photographing them going out to dinner
user332: hell yeah! my otp is real
user441: they look so cute together, I ship it
oscarpiastri: the term WAG stands for wives and girlfriends and is used for partners of athletes mostly because they are straight men dating women. the appropriate term to use in this situation is HAB because that stands for husbands and boyfriends and is therefore the same things as a WAG but for the other gender
oscarpiastri: if you're gonna gossip at least do it right user77: he ate I fear user667: f1wagsupdates you've been real quiet since this comment
oscarpiastri: #HABandproud
user11: please I love him user334: mclaren's media team is gonna have a field day user102: protect him from pr training at all costs
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âStop biting your nails, itâs disgustingâ Hattie said, slapping Oscarâs hand away from his mouth.
Oscar tore his attention off from the screen to glare at his sister before returning it to the screen once more. This was it, Abu Dhabi Grand Prix.
You and Max were tied in the points and this was not only the final race of the season but also the race that determined who would win the championship. Of course he was biting his nails, he was nervous.
âAnd to think mom said youâd never get a girlfriend sitting in a studio and hosting a podcast.â Hattie said, bringing a glass of water up to her lips and drinking from it.
âWhy are you even here?â Oscar asked his sister.
âYour girlfriend invited me,â Hattie replied with a shrug of her shoulders. âShe likes me more than you.â
Oscar was about to reply but the only thing that came out of his mouth was a gasp as he completely focused on what was playing out. He felt Hattie grab his hand, her nails digging into his skin.
âVerstappen is attempting a rather risky overtake on L/n, can she defend?â He heard the voice of the commentator ring out through the speakers. The whole crowd seemed to silence down as they watched the battle for first place, for the championship.
âLast lap, they can both see the checkered flag but who will cross it first?â Oscar held his breath. âVerstappen going wide ⌠but L/n leaves no space! She moves fast, she moves fast and SHE CROSSES THE FINISH LINE!â
Oscar winced as Hattie screamed into his ear, both of them hugging each other before running down with the rest of the team to greet you when you got out of the car.
You pulled yourself out from the car, your heart practically in your throat, vision blurry with tears brimming in the corners of your eyes. You pulled your helmet and balaclava off, each searching the crows until they landed on Oscar who was smiling at you.
Without as much as a second thought you ran up to him, throwing your arms around him and kissing him. He kissed you back, full of passion, and his arms stroked your back.
When you finally pulled away he had the biggest smile on his face, lifting his hand up to cup your cheek. âSo, about that championship win interview?â
You laughed, leaning your cheek into his hand. âItâs a date.â
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LIQUID STARS | jjk
pairing: fuck buddy!jungkook x f. reader (feat. bam)
genre: angst, smut
word count: 11.8k
summary: to seal the deal, you give jungkook what he wantsâyour kiss, your cunt and your virginity.
playlist: liquid stars / pinterest board: wine
warnings: size kink, heavy dd/lg themes, provocation, dry humping, dirty talk, mentions of porn, oral sex (f. + m. receiving), multiple orgasms & countdown, dom/sub dynamics, reader has daddy issues (like the writer), first time, jealousy, inner child healing, plushie used during intercourse, jungkook fucks her numb & dumb, praise kink, cum eating, pet names and the establishment of a title, bondage, raw sex, tummy bulge, desperation, pain felt during intercourse, squirting
note: as difficult as it was to write this, i'm immensely thankful. this changed my life; it healed me and i'll dream about it for a long, long time. i was as exhausted as oc once i finished this, because i truly did give my all. everyone, this is part four to my series 'wine' and therefore the very end. this is the very beginning of jungkook's and oc's relationship. can be read as a standalone as there aren't any quirks from the other parts (except for bunny), though if you wish to read them now, now is the perfect time. now you can see the beautiful gradual development of their relationship. please, enjoy as you read and let me know your favorite parts bc i need to talk about this. heed the warnings as there are dd/lg themes that can be uncomfortable for some. thank you! and thank you for all the love on this series. i'll never forget it. i love you, guys. ĘÉ
side note: give some round of applause for 3D daddy provider jungkook everyone!! he deserves it!!!
Silky lilac bows adorn the tops of your pigtails that cascade down in loose braids, sprawled on the cotton of his pillow and on the soft belly of a bunny plushie. There are still traces of sunlight left on the bedding, which dissolve, little by little, into nothingness as the large star goes down, saying goodbye. Itâs lightweight, the atmosphereâhomely almost. And much to your surprise, you feel relatively at ease, despite the fact a man lies on top of youâa man you have a certain liking for.Â
It was natural for you to end up here and you, yourself, wished for it, even. Deemed it was only right after the man took you around for a walk while his silly Doberman guarded each and every step both of you had taken in sync, especially so when he persisted in buying you a small plastic ring of the same bunny youâre lying against. He didnât even forget about his own canine friend waiting outside patiently like the obedient dog he is, and fed him the snackies he got for him as soon as he returned from the shop. You swore Bam was as giddy as you when he received his gift.Â
Now the ring glints in the last rays of the sun. His, too.Â
While yours is as white as the cloudy morning sky, Jungkookâs is as black as the drowsily dozing night sky. You think itâs the perfect contrast between the pair of you. Not that you should be noting these things, considering youâre just friends. But his skin is satiny soft, painted in impressionist tattoos, while his muscles, that his well-fitted T-shirt graciously allows you to see, are strong. Youâre sure he could just lift you and throw you around without much of a strain. And it certainly doesnât help that heâs such a striking image of pure beauty. How could you not notice these intertwinings when theyâre this lovely?
You like himâwithout a shadow of doubt. Can feel the call of an emotional attachment forming the more he studies your skin with the tip of his index finger, embellished with the Miffy ring, and itâs owed to the fact youâve never been touched this way before. No one has ever come this close, no one has ever been interested in the moles scattered upon your shoulders, in the veins that make the pathway to the column of your neck. No one has ever gazed twice at themâbut Jungkook?
He hasnât stopped looking at them ever since he laid you down in the middle of his bed.Â
How could you stop such a call? Such a lull, such a magnetic pull. You know you should, but for the meantime, you simply donât want to. Canât lose this moment, canât lose this once in a lifetime opportunityâ
Jungkook presses his lips against the prominent mole in the center of your left shoulder. Those pretty, puffy lips, closing against your skin, the smallest dart of tongue swiping past. It shocks you for a moment before the feeling dissolves beneath, adjusting within the freshness of your system. How could you refuse such dynamic poetry, expressed against your own forlorn body? When itâs so blatant that itâs natural, that your body willingly accepts it without a fight.Â
You couldnât.Â
Stretching your fingers between the thick strands of his hair, you close your eyes to savor the feeling of being wanted. The movement of his mouth, going even as far as to the first vein rooted in your armâfollowing it with those half-closed pillows. Up, up until he finds the line of your collarbone. Jungkook pauses there, simply breathes against you before he interperses little pecks there, nibbles and gentle swipes of tongue. The lining of your top wonât let him go further down, so he changes directionârelies on the pathway of your veins to guide him to your neck. And there⌠at the first contact, you grip the roots of his hair.Â
His kisses and nibbles are much harder here. And whatâs worse, he takes the sensitive skin into his mouth and sucks. You fail at containing the whimpers that break out of your mouth and Jungkook reacts to them. Hums ever so deeply, rocks his hips against the mattress. You wish you were a bit bigger so you could feel the collision, but youâre just so small compared to his large form. You imagine heâs writing down the poems collecting inside of him with each cursive roll of his tongue. Wonder if thereâs enough paper on your skin for all his words.Â
âYou sweet little thing,â Jungkook coos onto the crook of your neck, dragging his lips up and down before he stops at your jaw. You feel the warmth of his breath and his body heat seeps into yours, creating unity, blackening the ink. It feels strange, it feels so new. Brisk and springlike, like fresh air in a stuffed room. You want to stay here for a long time, tasting the wholeness of spring captured in him. You want his words to flush you red with the tinge of the entire sunlight that opens the buds of flowers during all seasons in a loop. âCan I kiss you?â
You havenât gone beyond the innocent touching of hands with him. You brim with a tight feeling of thankfulness that he asked you such a graceful question, although something else steals your attention entirely.Â
âLittle?â you say, the smile on your lips pulled so taut that it quivers ever so slightly. It makes you crazy that he calls you that, but you play the game. Revel in it. âWhat do you mean little? Iâm bigger than you.â
Jungkook cocks his brow at you, mouth falling into a lopsided grin. He sits back and you feel a whiff of coldness pass by the perimeter of your body, as if someone opened the window and let the winter air in, when itâs just his brief distance that caused it. The forming attachment in you tenses and before you can think about your actions, your hand finds his knee, his thigh and traces slow patterns there. Jungkook suddenly squeezes your waist, surprising you, and the ecstatic fluttering of butterfly wings break havoc all over your body. The solidness of his hands, their weight, their firmness, giving life to your body, meaning. You note how his fingers touch when he has his hands enveloped around you like that. And the inkling that your body matters in his hands like that slips into your mind, spreading through its axis.Â
You bite your lower lip. A small ache begins to grow in your intimate parts. Itâs so nice to be wanted, to be considered good enough to be touched, to be kissed.Â
âYou? Bigger than me?â Jungkook squeezes your waist again. Sucks in a breath through his teeth. Smiles softly; in a way that you find unbearably endearing. âNo, youâre just little. Just a tiny, little bug. So tiny in my hands.âÂ
For the breath he inhaled, you exhale it.Â
He leaves his hands there when he bends over you, hovering his lips over yours. His weight, his heat. You sigh against him in relief, in a newly blossoming excitement that heâs back again. You spread your legs wider, feet grazing his calvesâ
âLet me kiss you, please.âÂ
Youâd give in, but the game is just so pleasurable.Â
Your laugh is but a breath. âYou wanna kiss me?âÂ
You exhaled, he inhaled.Â
âDonât ask stupid questions.â
âSince when do friends kiss?â You cock your eyebrow at him just like he did, prodding your tongue on the inside of your cheek.Â
He hovers a little bit higher above you, hanging his head in defeat, sighing. Places his hands in fists on either side of you, caging you in.Â
âPremium friends do,â he mutters, lifting his head, face all serious. You dig your toe into the toned muscle of his thigh, twirling sweet little circles, gliding up and down. Watch as his eyes lid and he tries to control it. âDonât do that or Iâll fuck you.âÂ
Your body panics, but you will it to relax.Â
âDoes that come with the premium subscription?âÂ
Jungkook purses his lips, supports his weight on one hand as the other, the tattooed one, grips your jaw. He squishes your cheeks, bites his lip onceâseemingly ponders whether he should play your game or not before he lets go of your pout, but still keeps his hand there. He traces the shape of your lips with this thumb, feeding his desire to kiss you with scraps.Â
âYes,â he utters. âKisses, orgasms, my dog. Itâs allââ
Orgasms, not just sex. Orgasms.Â
âI get to take Bam?âÂ
Jungkook tuts at you. âYou get to take me,â he corrects you. âThough, can even such a little thing like you take me?âÂ
Probably not. Definitely not.Â
âBut what about Bam?âÂ
He looks at you as if he couldnât believe the words youâre saying, turning his head slightly to hear you better. Then, he scoffs, running his tongue across his lips swiftly, letting them express the enjoyment of your provocation by stretching into a smirk. He places his hand back on the right side of you, thinking over his words.Â
âBam is mine, but you can pet him. You can kiss him.â You can hear the feigned venom in that word as he spits it and you grin, pleased with yourself. You enjoy doing this to him. âAnd if youâre good, Iâll let you take him out for his walkies.âÂ
You gasp slowly, fingers absentmindedly gripping his thigh. Butterflies buzz you with a mere hint of arousal and to convey it, you wet your top lip with the tip of your tongue. The dominance, the principle of proving to him whether youâre deserving of something. Your heartbeat quickens, reaching for him with each swell.Â
Oh, youâll be good. Youâll be good until heâs sick of it.Â
It seems heâs as pleased with himself as you were with yourself, reading your body language as he beams down at you, dimples poking holes in his cheeks. You want to stick your fingers there, pinch the skin at the corners of his mouth. Feel them, kiss themâ
âDeal.âÂ
Jungkook blinks at you. He most likely expected you to be difficult. You like the look of surprise on him. A sweet kind of glint perches itself upon his irises. Youâre at awe of how he manages to be so adorable and alluring at the same time. You could never understand it. You deem he must be otherworldly.Â
âA kiss to seal the deal?â he tries, raising his brows, lowering himself to his elbows.Â
He skims his lips across your cheek, descending to your neck. Places one, singular kiss there. Lifts his head to hear your answer, a soft curtain of hair falling across his forehead.Â
You make a face as if youâre thinking about it.Â
Jungkook groans.Â
Itâs cold, the way he turns away from you and it startles youâbut then he slides his hands under your back and lifts you with ease, sitting you down on his lap. He moves you from the muscles on his thighs to the hardness of his intimate parts and you groan at the feeling of it. Youâre wearing an airy short skirt with tights and knee socks underneath, the barrier so thin that you feel the solid, thick shape of him right under your femininity.Â
You rock against him once. Jungkook lets out a sound akin to yours, fingers flexingâhands almost reaching for your behind before he decides against it and keeps them planted against your back.Â
He desires your consent. And that makes you feel light-headed. Tipsy on the wholeness of him, on the pleasure coursing through your body.Â
You rock your hips againâand this time, Jungkook whimpers.Â
You take your hands and, slowly, you make a pathway down his chiseled chest. He twitches against you when your fingers pass by his nipples, his body following and squirming along. And once you reach the definition of his abdomen, your hands rise and fall against its quickening movement as his lungs heave. Youâre mesmerized by his reaction to your touch. Itâs as if it was his first time as well and something about that makes you woozy, savage and absolutely feline.Â
And something about the way youâre allowed to do as you please, whereas heâs not, strengthens that state of mind, enriches it, thoroughly worsens it.Â
You want him.Â
It began with a ring and ended right here.Â
And the process of your decision starts at his hips, finalizes at the pebbles of his nipples and finishes completely at the sides of his neck. He gives you the same, if not better, reaction, his manhood moving against you, and itâs settled.Â
The giving of virginity to seal the deal, not just a kiss.Â
Hovering your lips against his, you slip your hand to the place where youâre connected to feel up the shape of him. You moan onto him, vigorous power seizing you, propelling you to wrap your fingers around him. The breaths Jungkook emits are desperate, tortured, wafting over you, intoxicating you. It fills you with confidence unlike any other that youâre able to coax such a thing of beauty out of himâthat you, the artist, have the upper hand momentarily while he doesnât.Â
And he waits, depends on you. You want to cry due to how happy it makes you, due to the way it suffuses an empty part of you, left abandoned by someone who shouldâve taken care of it a long, long time ago.Â
Because of thatâif itâs kisses that he wants, youâll give him as many as his body desires as a thank you.Â
âYouâre so hard against me,â you whisper.Â
Jungkook grips your waist hard.Â
âIf you want it, you have to seal the deal,â he mimics your intonation, voice deep, tingling your tummy.Â
âI want it.â You clutch both of your hands on his jawline, thumbs finding the invisible dimples.Â
âKiss me, then.âÂ
You whimper at the longing to do so. Your tummy clenches, butterflies inside swarm around andâ
When you close your lips against his top lip, they burst into smithereens. Jungkook sighs in relief, enveloping you in his warmth.Â
The kiss is hungry. You expected his first taste of you to be careful, contemplative, but he goes all in. Takes charge of the lip lock, swallowing you whole, moving against you, uttering low sounds that make your head spin and you just comply. Accept that youâre the one who submits to his craving and you find yourself liking it; find yourself wanting to deepen your submission.Â
You wrap your legs around his waist, your head tilted as you reciprocate all of those hard kisses. When he comes up for air, he just gazes down at you, out of breath. One hand still on your back, the other cradles your cheek. Thereâs something puzzling in his eyes, as if he was fighting something within. Youâre radiated by that energy, heavied down by it, letting him pet you like a puppy while you wait for the next step.Â
âYouâre so good that Iâm considering letting you take Bam out,â he breathes, curling a wisp of your hair behind your ear. âSweet little thing.âÂ
He pecks you once. You grind against his manhood and as he shortly groans onto your mouth, you splutter into giggles. Behind you, as if he heard him, the dog peeks his head out of the door, giving his Daddy a questioning look. Jungkook chuckles.Â
âBam, house.âÂ
The dog leaves and Jungkook sinks his fingers into your hair, sighing. Kisses you, again without tongueâonly does what youâve allowed him, but you overflow with the desire for more. Heâs so considerate, so respectful and while youâre grateful for it, you want to break it. Your trust in him, made whole by all that heâs done for you, settled within you, made a bed in the sensitive parts of you that now shine. He doesnât need to remain thereâyou want to go beyond that.Â
âTouch me, please.â You look up into his eyes as you say it, willing them to see with all your energy how much you want him.Â
He rubs soothing circles on your back. âIf I touch you, Iâll fuck you, sweetheart.âÂ
You lift your butt ever so slightly and bounce down on him, your skirt furling. Jungkook moans, pleasing you to the core. Itâs bratty of you, but it serves him right for being so stubborn, so firm in his control. You want to break him.Â
âCanât you see how much I want that?â you purr, bunching the cotton of his T-shirt in your fists.Â
He merely shakes his head, licking his lower lip, fucking with you. He tugs on one of your braided pigtail, the other hand gliding to your hipbone. âThis little girl is horny? I couldnât tell.âÂ
A yellow light, sleepy in nature, spills through the blinds, latching onto the side of your neck. His eyes flick to it and his teeth sink into the wetness of his lip. He looks back at you when he says, âwhat was it that made you horny? The neck kisses?âÂ
He straps both of his hands to your hipbones now, adjusting you so your sweetest spot rests against his cock, rocking your hips like he wants them to. He swallows down his noises, makes room for yours. You figure he wants to hear them.Â
You think about what made you horny. His respectful behavior. An electric spark spasms in your core at the memory and you roll your body against his at the impactânipples pebbled, grazing below the hardness of his pecks. You moan loudly. He breathes heavily, canât for the life of him contain that, gripping you with strength that will surely leave bruises. You add it to the list.Â
His controlâthe momentary, delicious lack of it, too. The dominance that follows it. His noises and how unrestrained he is when it comes to them. The allure and the attractive charm of his looks, blended with that insufferable cutesiness. His hard cock. The neck kisses, too, of course.Â
You summarize your answer and you tell him, âyou.âÂ
A hitch in his throat. âFuck.âÂ
Fuck, indeed. Fuck the steady rhythmâJungkook speeds up your movement, the pace so fast your pigtails and your ribbons bounce, tits following suit. Your breath falls in step, moans echo within the walls of his room. He kisses you harshly, but that doesnât silence you. He swallows your noises down, grunting.Â
âYou wanna know what made me hard for you?âÂ
You nod your head, lips forming a natural pout at the loss of contact.Â
âThose fucking pigtails of yours. The knee socks. How tiny you are in my hands. Seeing you lose your fucking mind when I kissed your neck. Those marks I left behind, hm, fuck yes. Those marks made me crazy,â he mutters, staring you down. âAnd you know what else?âÂ
You wait for his answer as white flashes blind you, your roaring orgasm beckoning you close. He doesnât stop rocking you against him, not once. Fills your brain with emptiness with his words coated wet by his dominant energy. You feel your own wetness soaking the fabric of your panties.Â
âYour brattiness,â he says. âI want to fuck it out of you and make a good girl out of you that wonât misbehave again with her smart words.âÂ
A faint part of you, half affected by the pleasure he gives you, arises to stand up for you. âBut I was good and you said so.âÂ
He clicks his tongue, disapprovingly shaking his head. Slows down the pace so youâre able to hear him loud and clear, your orgasm backing away. âYou see the thing is with little bratty girls like you, even when they act good for me, thereâs still that dark little side of them that hides. Unless I fuck it out of them, they play with me. And trust me, I like the game until I donât.âÂ
You frown at him, but a moan betrays you. A fight throngs inside of you, his dominance yet again permeating you, causing you to flourish, but on the other hand, you donât like being added to the mix. You want to be the only oneâand it makes you angry that he had someone like you before you, that he even said it altogether. Though unfortunately, thatâs something you can only keep to yourself.Â
The forming attachment breaks, splitting into two, with the knowledge that your wish is futile. You understand he said it for the sake of the role-play that you both naturally, wordlessly established through sexual attraction, but you still have a lot of getting used to within the dynamic. Heâs experienced, youâre not. Though, when you think about it, he doesnât know a thing about your purity. You never told him.Â
You blame yourself for your own pain. Itâs your faultâyou shouldâve had a conversation with him about it before you let him do anything to you, instead of playing flirty games with him. You wouldnât have gotten hurt, if he knew you were a virgin. The thought of what youâve done stains you, makes you feel filthy, but you will it to kneel inside of you like a wounded animal. You need to be strong if you donât want to storm out of his room in tears.Â
No attachment, no liking.Â
Just sex.Â
Thereâs still a frown to your face, despite the fact you set yourself free with your decision. Jungkook chuckles at it, oblivious to your internal storm.Â
âYou didnât like that, did you?â You didnât like being compared to other girls heâd been with; thereâs nothing to be said of the like about the role-play aspect. Being called bratty did rouse a moan out of you. âYou prove my words right.âÂ
You roll your eyes. Jungkook grips your ass hard and spanks you. As the sting reverberates, along with it comes the realization you got what you wanted.Â
You broke him.Â
And now you have to face the repercussions.Â
Good thing youâve sobered up from the stupefaction of your arousal.Â
You cradle his face and kiss him deeply in effort to change the narrative. No feeling of affection from earlier hangs upon your heart and you find that itâs easier like this. No strings, no pain. It relieves youâso much that you sense a layer of lightness to your body and tiny, manageable tears well in your eyes. You get to enjoy this after all.Â
Thereâs radiance to your eyes, rooted in hope, and true softness to your words when you say, âI want you to fuck it out of me. I want you to be my first.âÂ
You want to be differentâyour pride is uninfluenced by your decision. If he fucks it out of you, the new narrative youâre longing for will fully take place and make living through this bearable. You know you canât have him the way youâd like, but if fate wrote that youâre to have him this wayâyou donât mind altering it to the little desires youâre allowing yourself to have.Â
Once in a lifetime opportunity. You canât lose it.Â
Jungkook is left astounded by your words, eyes widening, shock evident on his features. Like your words, he softens, unclenching his fingers from your suppleness, the darkness in his irises making a way for gentleness to come through. He rubs the small of your back, hands ascending to your spine, feeling the clip of your bra, until he finds the nape of your neck. He holds you there, tenderly, as if you were a porcelain doll he now was careful not to break.Â
The change in his demeanor is stark. It surprises you as wellâand like everything that has happened within the hour, it isnât something you expected from him. The emotion that emerges from the roundness of his eyes touches the hardness of your decision, tries to get through, pokes a gap inside, letting the light in.Â
He tucks his darkness back inside. Strokes the back of your head, the silky ends of your ribbons sifting through his slender fingers. You relax against him and your body does it for you. It welcomes his tenderness, glad for the truth to be out. You fight against itâagainst yourself, willing your decision not to break but remain firm.Â
No strings, no pain.
But to no avail. The light spreads. His light. Celestial twinkles of stars, small parts of him that make him who he is.Â
âYouâve never had anyone before me?â he husks, regret glossing over his eyes, holding your head firmly as he awaits your answer. More stars spill like liquid.Â
You shake your head ânoâ, your chest tightening.Â
He kisses you and thereâs something different about the way he does it. Now you can sense the carefulness you searched for earlier and you taste the primal core of loving care in the movement of his lips. The kisses are long, deep. As if youâre a different person now, a girl unlike any of the ones he mentioned. Someone who matters, someone whoâs solid. Youâre back at the beginning.Â
A lump forms in your throat.Â
âYou sure about this?â he asks.Â
One part of you, greater and illuminated by his stars, wants it gently like this, with flowers of innocence and purity besprinkled across his features, never leaving you out of his sight, taking care of you. But you fear that if you allow him to be tender, your heart will choose him again and cling to his side. The other, more faint part of you, affected by your decision, thinks itâs better to stick to the role-play, for thereâs the aspect of illusoriness that will not bruise anyoneâs hearts, especially not yours. It will make you horny, Jungkook will get you off and, glowing, youâll go home.
You canât decide. Itâs too much of a heavy weight to bear on your shoulders. You canât do it.
You need him to say the word. You need him to decide what will be the face of the trajectory of your premium friendship.Â
Flowery or deceitful?Â
A small candlelight in you hopes for gentleness and purity before your fear unfairly puffs it out.Â
âYes, Iâm sure. I want you.âÂ
Jungkook lays you down and, at last, you feel his manhood against you. He bends to pepper apologetic kisses along the column of your neck and you feel the authenticity of his regret, thrumming against you warmly. Your breath hitches in your throat, the principle of the candlelight in you not being a high hope after allâ
âIâm sorry. I shouldâve gone about this better.â A kiss to your cheek; you stifle your sobs. âI shouldâve checked in with you, but I jumped straight in. This was a mistake on my part. Iâm sorry.â
He blames himself, not you.Â
You want to remain stoic, but his authenticity beckons yours to come out and envelop him whole, gives access to your emotions and you canât stop the miniature teardrop from flowing down the side of your nose. Neither can you stop the words that follow its footsteps.Â
âI shouldâve told you first,â you whisper, sniffling. Jungkook furrows his brows at the expression of your pain in tender emotion, wiping it away. âBut I was badâreckless.âÂ
He chuckles softly, caressing your hair. âYouâre an angel. Sent to my side for me. You werenât bad. I didnât mean what I'd said.âÂ
His words, his touch, the kiss he adds to your cheek to punctuate his sentenceâJungkook erases everything that has just happened.Â
Newness rushes in your chest, the pouring of spring into summer permeates your whole being. You hear the birds sing, the rustle of flimsy flower petals on tree branches as the warm wind grazes it with its touch. Jungkook seals this feeling by pressing a kiss to your sternum.Â
He said it, so it must be so. You trust him.Â
The firmness of the cage around your decision unlatches. Doesnât fly away like the birds. Is a little bit afraid of peeking out. The candlelight returns to light up the room around that cage, blossoming into the sun.Â
âWe donât have to do anything, if you donât want to,â he says, looking up at you from the place where he dragged your top down to kiss your skin.Â
The sun rays in you absorb all of the darkness. The firmness extends one wing.Â
You run your fingers through his hair. Figure the only thing the summer in you is missing is the heat. You want him, you want sex and you donât want to think about feelings or consequences. You donât want to choose between anything anymore. You just want to enjoy yourself.Â
âI meant it when I said that I want you to be my first,â you say, fingers curling around his ear. Jungkook leans into your touch and itâs as if heâs massaging the wing to alleviate it from a cramp due to being tucked in for so long.Â
âOkay,â he sighs, taking your hands and pinning them on the pillow and bunny above your head. He sits up, examines you and you wonder if he can see how truly fragile you feel. âDo you trust me?âÂ
Heâs had half a year of going out with you, mingling his life with yours, spending money on you and treating you like an absolute treasure to build your overall trust. And what he did just now? How he erased your pain? Your nod is immediate; you donât need to think twice.Â
âOf course I trust you.âÂ
âGood.â A soft smile. âIâll make sure your first time will be beautiful for you.âÂ
Your heart thuds. His words steal all the breath in your lungs, smoothing out the surface of your body for his stars to fill. Tears prick at your waterline.Â
âAre you scared?âÂ
Youâre an empty canvas.Â
âNot anymore.âÂ
Jungkook nods, gladness pulsating off of him. âIâll be here the whole time. I wonât leave you, not even once, okay?âÂ
âOkay.âÂ
He finds the zipper on the side of your skirt and yanks it down. âHow many times do you wanna come?âÂ
The ridiculousness of the question makes you laugh and you hide your face beneath your palms. âTo be honest, I donât expect to come at all. It is my first time after all.âÂ
You marvel at the honesty seeping out of you. His work, no doubt.Â
Jungkook frowns, ridding you of the skirt, fingers hooking under the hem of your top. At the reveal of your pink, flowery, see-through bra, he stops altogether, stunned. He fondles the material, grazing over your soft nipples, at last reaching the embroidery of the small petals. He gasps in wonder, eyes flicking to your intimate parts to see if youâre wearing a matching set.Â
The same flowers adorn the suppleness of your tummy.Â
Jungkook smiles at his discovery. Is hasty as he drags the nylon of your tights down your legs, along with your knee socks.Â
âIâll decide how many times you come for me, then.âÂ
Heat pools in your femininity. There it is, the dominance that you love. Yet this time, itâs laced with his gentleness. Heaven on earthâa meadow full of flowers in the middle of summer. Like the ones on your lingerie.Â
Joy grasps your heart. âDo I get to know before you start?âÂ
Jungkook chuckles, pressing a kiss on your tummy. âWhat, you wanna count them down for me?âÂ
You asked just because, but the idea excites you. You nod.Â
Your response prolongs the rumble of his laughter and you feel its vibration as he kisses his way up to your clothed breasts. Youâd think heâd focus his attention on them, but he straightensâreaches for something behind him and retrieves your white knee socks. He bunches them in his hands and puts them on you as if he were dressing a child.Â
Paradoxically, goosebumps spread all over your thighs.Â
Smoothing the material over your thighs, he lies back down against you, lips latching on the spillage of your breasts that your bra gives him. While it feels dizzying, you still want to know the number. You poke him in the bulging muscle of his arm and in the process, you flush his cheeks red.Â
Jungkook pushes your tits together and licks over the line in the middle. The sight of the shine of his wet tongue against it drenches your pussy, ruining your pretty underwear, and you want him there, on your sweetest spot. Your nipples stand to attention and Jungkook listens to their call, thumbs brushing across them.Â
You mewl, grinding your hips against his stomach.Â
âTwo times when I eat you out; two times around my cock,â he answers finally, awakening your butterflies. âHow many times is that, then?âÂ
Amidst the pleasure, you do the math. âFour.âÂ
âThatâs right. You think you can do that for me?âÂ
Youâre not sure. In fact, youâre not sure of anythingâlost in his touch, in his energy.Â
âI donât know,â you say, truthfully, skimming his face for a sliver of disappointment in his features.Â
You find none. Only tendernessâround, soft eyes, brown in the light he radiates, nose and mouth buried in your tits, sucking on the skin, making you feel good.Â
âThatâs okay. Weâll try together. Nothing bad is gonna happen to you if you donât come as many times. Or at all. I promise.âÂ
Your chest clenches. You grab his face and kiss him, licking over his bottom lip before you slip your tongue inside. Jungkook grunts, rolls his own muscle over yours, tasting you, feeling you. He inhales sharply against you, once again taking charge of the kiss, taking each and every thought and negative feeling you had and crushing it to smithereens.Â
He lifts you and switches places with you, sitting you down on his lap with your back supported by his chest. He roams his hands all over youâtits, tummy, hips, sides and thighs while he busies his mouth on your shoulder. As your eyes follow each movement, you notice the marks he embellished your breasts with and your arousal growsâso much that you take his wandering hands and hook them under the waistband of your underwear, guiding them down your thighs.Â
Thereâs a change to his breath when his index and middle finger feels up the fleshiness of your cunt for the first time. Hard, raggedy and absolutely tormented. He glides those digits up and down your dewiness, listening for the squelching sound that makes his cock twitch beneath you.Â
He moans onto your neck, nose tracing the column on its way to your ear. âHow do you touch yourself?âÂ
A sudden shyness overtakes you and you turn your head, needing to hide in his neck this time. You remain silent, the words lodged in your throat.Â
Jungkook sees you.Â
âDo you rub your little clit from side to side or in circles?â he questions, helping you answer.Â
âIâI like both,â you whisper onto his skin, moving your hips so his fingers slip to your clit, the sweet spot where you need him the most. He grabs the back of your thigh and lifts it, spreading you open, meanwhile you chase the firmness of his fingers.
âJust like that, ride them,â he husks, eyes dazed, fixed on the roll of your pelvis. âFeels good, doesnât it?âÂ
Head on top of yours, you nod, never ceasing your movement, transfixed, just like him, by the constant way the pads of his fingers fondle your clit before dipping between your lips. The heat of the summer tightens in your lower belly and itâs a desperate litany of begging what your mouth utters, despite the fact youâre not really sure what youâre asking for, but you let him hear it. Youâre close, so unbelievably close, yet still have a road to walk on before you, and you close your eyes to feel the delight of his touch more deeply, only to find that you manage to do nothing of the kind.Â
When you sense his eyes on you and by instinct you reciprocate his stare, thatâs when you feel the depth you sought after. Mouth parted, pupils dilated, eyelashes a drowsy catastrophe, messy hair casting a soft shadow over the planes of his blissed-out face. You want to kiss him. You want to make him feel as good as heâs making you feelâ
âLet me do it now,â Jungkook says hurriedly, sensing the nearness of your climax.Â
âYes,â you croak out, halting the movement of your hipsâand âyesâ is the word that ripples out of your mouth a hundred, a thousand more times when he spreads you wider and rubs his fingers on your clit from side to side.Â
He feels the pleasure in sync with you, accepting all of your yesâ, twisting his face the moment yours does, quickening the rapidness of his hand once he switches to circles to carry you to your summer-breathed paradise.Â
And when you come all over his hand, he slips two fingers inside your hole.
He stills the buck of your hips.Â
You widen your eyes at the new feeling of fullness and, panicking and constricting around him, you look at Jungkook, who merely strengthens his hold around you.Â
âTrust me,â he says, breathing heavily. He doesnât move his fingers past his first knuckles; he lets you adjust to the size. Gives you a kiss full of tongue to distract you. âDoes it burn?â
You begin to pant against his mouth, the high of your orgasm long gone. Youâre uncertain to count it as one when it was so short lived, ruined by the sudden plunge of his digits. But much to your surprise, you donât detect any burn in your walls that he speaks of, which you realize was his intention.
âNo, it just feels a bit uncomfortable.âÂ
He kisses you again. You feel your lips go numb, eyes lidding at the pressure you feel as he sinks his fingers a little bit deeper and begins to move them sluggishly, your slick creating another ring for him around his fingers. You try to meet his thrusts as the visceral sensation of being filled by longer, thicker fingers settles within you and takes roots. You discover that movement is the key to parting the uncomfortable feeling and it steps to the side to let the pleasure walk forward. Â
Jungkook presses his palm flat against your clit, guides the pleasure to envelop your body when he plunges his fingers deeper, past the second knuckles and fucks you in swift jerks. Your mouth falls open in a silent moan and he fills in the sound, expressing his fiery delight for you at the clench of your walls against him, accommodating for him, for his desire to stretch you out, so when he finally enters you, no pain comes to greet you.Â
Deeper and harderâyes, thatâs what feels good. You roll your body, becoming waves of the sea as wetness and the build up of pleasureâseafoamâis all your senses wrap around.Â
âFeels good, baby?âÂ
His need to check in with you speeds up the nearing expansion of your orgasm. Pointer and pinky finger digging into the skin of your backside, you watch the in and out motion, the digits coming out wetter and wetter each time.
âFeels so fucking good. Iâm gonna come. Iâm so close.âÂ
Itâs quicker. Way quicker than your first tiny orgasm. He slips in and out of you so smoothlyâyouâre obsessed with the sight, ravaged by it entirely. You grind your hips and fuck yourself back, picking up the pace but slowing down instantly when you feel yourself at the peak of your climax.
You want to prolong it. You love the feeling too much to end it too soon.
Jungkook stops your movements fully.
âI want to be the one who makes you come,â he murmurs. âI want to be the one who fucks your brain out. I want to feel you squeeze around my fingers. Fuck, I want it so bad.âÂ
His hand drifts to your neck just to hold you there, the other, the busy one, fingers you harder, your fast approaching orgasm blinding your senses. Your drenched cunt squelches around him, the sound so lewd it causes you to seek comfortâyour hand flies to his on your throat, fingers wrapping around his wrist, the tip of your pointer reaching the fat bulb of bunnyâs head on his ring.Â
Harder and faster. A scalding fire burns you and you just take it. Loll your head back against his shoulder, giving him the space to grip your jawline. Flames grow closer and closer, leaving a layer of sheen on your body in its wake. You feel the sudden need to pee.
âOh my god, Ggukââ Your muscles tense. Close, so close. âGguk, Ggukââ
âWhat, baby? Whatâs the matter?â he husks, squeezing your neck once. âYouâre gonna come for me? Gonna come on my fingers?âÂ
You nod quickly, too quickly. Flames of the sun, licking you. Flames of the summer heat. Just what you wanted.Â
Jungkook opens your jaw, swirling his tongue around yours. âLet go. Come for me. You can do it, I got youâI got you. Come for me, baby, please.â
Obeying his desperate order, you do.
A small stream of your pleasure, a faint fountain, trickles out of you and into his hand. He gasps, in unison with your whimpers, and youâre transmitted elsewhere. The wildly colorful, blooming meadow on a hill, overlooking the languorous sea and heâs there. Reaches behind himself. Offers you his hand. The wind ruffles his black hair, sweeps it back and youâre giddyâas giddy as Bam, as giddy as you were in the moment the slid the white bunny ring on your fingerâto take the last two of his slender fingers, the pinky and the ring, and sit with him by the edge of the cliff.Â
âDid so well for me.âÂ
The whisper takes you back and you awake.Â
Youâre different. Incandescent. Of life, of stars and its light, of growing fondness for the man you sit perched on the lap of, whose fingers still remain sheathed inside of you. He changed you. Perpetually, absolutely. He changed you and made you into something new. Something that is softer, more elegantâsmaller but assertive. Alluring and kind. Indisputably good.Â
He fucked everything negative out of you with his fingers. Left the vast canvas of stars inside of you.
Youâre no longer a plain spread of cotton, but a living, breathing artwork. His artwork.
Once he fucks you with his cock, you wonder what further internal changes are going to occur within you.
You feel a great deal of gratitude for himâand you want to reciprocate all that heâs done for you. You want to work hard at it. Spoil him. Make him whimper. You believe he deserves it.  Â
âYou finger yourself often? How come you took my fingers so well, hm?âÂ
Youâre panting, unable to speak. Absorbing the sharpness of the stars, acclimatizing to the change.Â
âI guess you do, huh?â he deduces. âGood little girl, preparing herself for me.âÂ
For the life of you, you canât catch your breath.
Jungkook kisses your cheek deeply. Pecks you on the same spot a hundred times, slowly taking out his fingers. Lets you see your slick coating his fingers and, softly, you gasp at the little ripples of wrinkles upon the tips of his fingers, mouth parting.
And then he sinks them into your mouth.Â
His hardness twitches behind you and you moan, your daintily bittersweet taste making your head spin. And when you look at him, youâre met with the utmost pink-dusted adoration painted on his face. You kiss it, inhaling it, letting it flow into your system so it suffuses your bloodstream, letting him taste you. You may not feel your lips, but the sentient poetry of the stars begins to sing in you. His stars. You feel like a flushed floweret visited by a bee. Spent, but happy.Â
Happy to be wanted.
Good, because he said you were.
As if internally intertwined with him, you feel the identical heat tinge your cheeks.Â
He says nothing as he lays you down and spreads your legs back to the way they were. Though when heâs graced with the sight of your bare cunt in all her glory, his face says everything that his mouth isnât capable of. Hunger and tortureâlips agape, corners of the mouth shiny with the rush of drool and Jungkook wipes it away, then lowers his fingers to your clit, to your lips, becoming more acquainted with this intimate part of you that no one had seen before him. He traces your small hole, even going as far as to your other, tinier hole and you yelp, stopping his exploration.Â
Jungkook merely chuckles, eyes darting to yours. âYouâre so pretty.â You grow so hot that you think you must be on fire. âEspecially there.âÂ
You mewl, shrinking, hands looking for anything to hold and finding his bunny plushie. You take her into your arms, inhaling a scent that could never be hers. You recognize immediately whose it is.Â
Musk, vanilla, wood.Â
The thought of Jungkook cradling her while he sleeps moves you and you pout.Â
âHow we feeling?â he asks, still caressing your fleshy cunt, dripping with dew.Â
Overjoyed. Overstimulated.
Heavenly.
âGood.âÂ
A foxy smile. âHow many orgasms was that, hm?âÂ
You donât know where your shyness comes from and why it chokes all of the words you want to say. You bury your face in bunny for a moment, taking a breath to fight against it, so you can please him because thatâs all you yearn to do.Â
You open your mouth, but no words come out.Â
Jungkook stifles a laugh and it makes you feel terrible. And itâs worse when he leans over to kiss you, turns his head at the last moment and faces bunny.
âBunny, how many times did she come?â he asks her, offering her his ear to hear her answer. Looks at you. Widens his eyes. Gasps. âTwo,â he mouths. Listens some more. Nods. âI know she thought she wouldnât come at all. Crazy, right?â Then he lets out an endearing sound. âShe said sheâd believed you could do it the moment you said it. Sheâs so happy for you. How cute,â he coos.Â
You giggle, the bridge in your throat loosening, light flooding you, over and over, until you think you canât take any more of it. You feel so full, so happy and the sensation threatens to pour out of your tear ducts.Â
It heals something within youâthat he treats you like this at your most vulnerable state. Your inner child flares, the stars the strength that fixes her stoop, helping her arise, stand straight, stand powerfully.Â
He smiles down fondly at you. âSo what number are we at?âÂ
You hide your face behind your hands. âTwo.âÂ
âWhat did you say? I didnât catch that.âÂ
You drop your hands and with as much energy as you can muster, you repeat the number.Â
He purrs, caressing your cheek. âGood girl.â As a reward, as if the praise wasnât enough, he kisses you deeply. âWill you let me taste you?âÂ
You swallow his desire, but speak up your own, âI want to taste you first, please.âÂ
Jungkook hums, curses under his breath. He straightens and kneels before your form, fingers pinching the back of his T-shirt and pulling it over his body. You catch the sight of his broad shoulders, of each dip and muscle, and your irises grown in width. Him ridding himself of his clothes dishevels his hair and as he untangles his arms from the material, he smiles down at you, noticing your stare.Â
He caresses the back of your thigh before his hand flies to his hard length. He palms himself once, then continues to undressâtugs his sweatpants down to his knees, though he doesnât bother himself to fully take them off. The shape of him is more prominent through the fabric of his white Calvins, the bulge of his mushroom wet and pellucid, and you sit up, hand itching to touch him, to join his in making him feel good, but he cups your chinâforcing you to look up at him.Â
He swipes his thumb over your lips. âYou want it?âÂ
You nod. âSo bad.âÂ
Jungkook curses again, the sound low and rough.Â
âTouch it,â he orders and both of your hands listen, wrapping around his girth, squeezing beneath the head of his cock. The thickness of him makes you see the light of the stars that you sense fluttering feverishly inside of you. Your mind is too empty, too washed out by your orgasm, by the change that you donât even think about how youâre going to take him. Jungkook hisses, tilting his head back before he looks down at you intently. âYou did this before?âÂ
Youâve never seen one in real life before, let alone touched one.
âIâve never let anyone get this close.âÂ
Jungkook strokes your pigtails. âHow come you know what to do then?âÂ
Instinct or memory from porn you watchedâyou donât know, it all blends together within the fuzziness of your mind. And you tell him.
âI watch a lot of porn.âÂ
Jungkook smiles coyly and it strikes you. Youâve never seen him smile this way before or, even, feel this way before. All you know from him is dominance, dominance and dominance.Â
You release him from the confines of his boxers and repress your gasp. His ever glistening tip reaches just below his navel and the thickness of his girth obscures most of his pubic hair. Along with the sound of your surprise, you also have a hard time swallowing the saliva collecting in your mouth.Â
âI want you so bad,â you whisper, needy eyes looking up at him. Shy, too shy to let your gaze linger at the most intimate part of him.Â
He sucks in a breath at your words, hissing. And you need him inside of you all over again.Â
Fuck fuzzines in your mind. Youâre fuzzy all over. Wrecked with nerves, suddenly. Your hands tremble, hovering in front of his manhood. Jungkook covers them with his, soothing you, and guides you to his shaft. Wraps your fingers around him. Doesnât let go.Â
The feel of him under his supervision is slow. He allows you to take in every ridge of him, every veinâthe softness of his skin, the warmth and the weight. Round after round, up and down, until you get familiarized with him. A trickle of his male essence drips down the side of him and your tongue instinctively darts out. Like your hands, Jungkookâs breath shakes and he anticipates your next move, despite the fact heâs in charge.Â
Heâs been patient all this time, giving you the time you needed. But that hardly applies when you have him in your hands, when you own his neediness. His whimpers while he waits coax your slick out of you, soaking the bedding beneath you and you canât take it anymore.Â
Neither, evidently, can he.Â
âBaby, please,â Jungkook croaks out. Tortured, so terribly tortured. Grip tight and clammy around your hands.Â
So vulnerable.Â
You ache.Â
You lick up a stripe of his essence on the side of his cock and Jungkook shudders. Shifting onto your knees, you show him the milkie on the tip of your tongue and Jungkook pulls your hair, tilting your head back. Kisses you nastily, licking into your mouth. Moans, lowly. Then, he holds his girth at the base and pushes your head.Â
When you take him, a mewl ripples around the thickness of him. His eyes roll back and his grasp of your hair tightens, burning your scalp, adding to the fire. He lets you feel it out; lets you figure out what to do, testing your knowledge from the porn youâve watched. And the tensing of his stomach divulges his strained effort not to fuck your mouth.Â
You go slow about it. Swirling your tongue around that rosy head of his, along that delicious ridge, licking a flat stripe across that line of his slit. Getting to know him in all those intimate places, relying on your sensesâon them to tell you what he likes. Your hand begins to move on its own, gliding back and forth in tandem with your tongue stimulating his sensitivity. You try not to think about how you can barely fit him in your mouth, because if you doâyouâll ruin his bedsheets.Â
But then Jungkook hums in approval, sending a gush of wetness out of you and you whimperâyou whimper at the worsening ache you feel, at the helplessness that pools in your system by being just so filthily wet and horny.Â
He moves your hand faster. Breath jagged, bedroom eyes zeroing down on you. And thenâ
Jungkook moans your name. Over and over, clenching and unclenching his hand on the back of your head.Â
âDonât have to teach you shit,â he spits. âYou just watch porn all day, donât you? Naughty girl.âÂ
Losing control for a split second, he rams his cock into your throatâand you donât panic, you donât yelp. Instead, you groan.Â
He pulls you away from him with a sharp tug. Kisses you harshly. Shoves you down into the pillows with one push on your sternum.
Bending you in half, he drinks your cunt. Lips immediately suck on your needy bundle of nerves and itâs so fast you donât even know which part of you heâs focusing on because heâs everywhere. Clit, hole, clit, holeâsucking, licking. Alternating, alternating so swiftly and deliciously that you completely lose your mind.Â
And then he lifts your hips and holds them in the air, wanting you to see what heâs doing to you. Like you, he darts out his tongue and teases you, hovering the muscle above your clit. Shiny, nimble, capable of doing unspeakable things to you. He watches as your pussy drools for him and he chuckles darkly. Tongue lowering to collect it, but unlike you he never does it. He lets the dew trickle down your skin.Â
âCute little pussy. So wet. Wetter than when I fucked it. You liked playing with me on your knees, didnât you?âÂ
With your fucked out brain, you donât think itâs taunting what heâs doing. You deem itâs just him reveling in what heâs able to do to your bodyâin the fact that he owns it, that he teaches it new things. The glint in his dusky, lustful eyes proves it.Â
Jungkook drags a long stripe on your clit, making your eyes flutter closed and your teeth to sink into your bottom lip to cage in your moans.Â
âTalk to me.âÂ
You canât. You donât know how to talk.Â
He stares you down.Â
No answer from you. Just hard pants. Pussy drooling.Â
âI wonât play with you, then.âÂ
Panic. âNo.âÂ
He cocks a brow at you. âNo?âÂ
Silence.Â
He begins to lower you down but you grip his forearm.Â
âJungkook.âÂ
Bent over above you, head low, he merely flicks his eyes to yours. Duskiness, such blackening duskiness in those orbs.Â
âBeg.âÂ
All your muscles tense. Wetness gushes out of you.Â
Lucky for you, that word he wants is the one you havenât forgotten.Â
âPlease.âÂ
âPlease what?âÂ
You groan in frustration.Â
âBe nice orââ
âPlease, lick me.âÂ
That dark chuckle. You feel yourself becoming obsessed with it.Â
âWhere?âÂ
A challenge. Your throat dries up.Â
âThere.âÂ
He shakes his head disapprovingly, making a sound that expresses just how much he didnât like that.Â
âTry again. Last chance, little girl.âÂ
The loving smile on his face says everything about how that threat is feigned. You hear it tell youâyou have as many chances as you need. Heâs merely encouraging you to step out of your comfort zone.Â
And something about that mellow, hidden kindness gently ushers you to do just that.Â
âLick my clit, please.âÂ
A hum. A long stripe on that sensitive, thumping spot. A roll of his tongue forward and backward. Â
âLike this?âÂ
You choke out a moan.Â
âYes, please.âÂ
âOrââ He blows on you, causing you to tremble. âLike this?â
He shakes his head against you briskly, not yet at a full tilt. Just like his, your body shudders in his hands and he tightens his grip on your supple hips. You canât take it, the pleasure is overwhelming andâ
âLook at me,â he orders and you open your eyes, immediately. âLike this?âÂ
Jungkook adds more pressure and rapidness to the movement, leaving you glazed sweetly in the sheen of his saliva. He moves your hips up and down on the firmness of his tongue and you scream, taking a strong hold of his hair.
âOh my god, yes, fuck, Daddyââ
Shocked, Jungkook groans against your pussy, slowing down to ingest what your mouth has just uttered. Itâs more than natural to call him by a title like this, instinctual, innate. It fits him so well and it drenches your pussy, your slick amalgamating with his liquid love. Youâre certain he feels the rush.
Your Daddy.Â
You roll your hips against his tongue. Dark and more dark, those eyes of his. Bottomless pit.
âFuck yes, call me Daddy again.âÂ
The whimpers you let out are pathetic and Jungkook shudders at them, groaning. You whine the title over and over again, a verdant, dreamlike litany of your feminine sexuality pampered, cared for, supervised. Jungkook accepts the gravity of it all, each declaration propelling him to suck your clit harder, bruises forming on your hips from his deathly grip, black eyes never leaving yours, hypnotizing you.Â
And when you come like this, itâs unification what happens.Â
Youâre bound to him and heâs bound to you.Â
Daddy and little girl.Â
Throughout your sexual experience today, you had a hard time accepting things but thisâthis is something that slept inside of you all your life and just now has been awoken to a flickering canvas of bright stars. You feel it blink, adjust to the piercing light, before it smiles dolefullyâhappy to be conscious, happy to be caressed.
Jungkook kisses you and takes his time. The taste of your femininity, the fresh coldness of your change, the strong wine of his desire. Youâre drunk. Youâre slurring your mewls.Â
And one thing about unification, itâs a mirror.Â
You swallow down the same mewls, uttered by his throat.Â
âDaddyâs gonna give it to you,â he whispers, adjusting between your legs. âWill be gentle. Youâre safe with me.âÂ
He rakes the tip of his length along the entirety of your little sea-kissed seashell.Â
âYou want it? You want Daddyâs cock inside of you?âÂ
Jungkook looks into your eyes deeply as he asks you that question, the tip ready at your significantly smaller hole. He peppers kisses along your jawline and chin.Â
âIâm scared itâll hurt,â you murmur, brows furrowed.Â
He kisses your cheek, the corner of your mouth.Â
âWeâll chase the pain away,â he promises.
Your frown deepens.Â
âBut what if it doesnât fit?âÂ
You expect him to chuckle, but he does no such thing. He absorbs your worry by kissing you tenderly. Then he glances at your body. Remembers he never took off your bra and fixes his mistake.Â
âYou may be small, but you were made to take me,â he says and your heart skips a beat; you wonder if he understands the gravity of his words as they take roots within you, rising to bloom into splendid flowers. âBesides, my dick is tiny. You wonât even feel it.âÂ
It is so far from the truth that you burst into giggles. He laughs along with youâa mirror reflected.Â
Stars and flowers. Sea and freshness. You were made to take him. You trust him.Â
He kisses your breasts, licking over your nippleâbut briefly. Holding his shaft, he asks if youâre ready. You nod, your fingers desperately searching for his and Jungkook notices. Sinking slowly inside of you, he grabs his bunny plushie and tucks her into the crook of your elbow.Â
Thereâs a pinch of pain, blended with the feeling of discomfort as your walls stretch around his head.Â
Seeing it painted on your face, Jungkook draws close, enveloping you and bunny in his heat. Pushes a little more in. You wail softly, the pain intensifying. Fear intermingles with your features and Jungkookâthe worry in his countenance makes you almost weep.
âHold onto me,â he says, brows scrunched, soâso serious. âRelax, baby. I got you.â
You hook your arms around his neck, bunny sandwiched between your chest and his. Jungkook saves this time to let you adjust around him.Â
âI know it hurts,â he whispers onto your mouth, index finger, the ringed one, stretching to graze your cheek. âJust relax your muscles for me. Itâll feel good soon.âÂ
You nod, trusting him.Â
He pecks you. Smiles.Â
âHow many orgasms are we at?âÂ
You roll your eyes, your own smile threatening your lips. âThree.â
Jungkook hums. Pecks you again. You feel your walls loosening, little by little.
A smug smirk. âYou didnât expect that, did you?âÂ
âYou obliterated my expectations.âÂ
âJust wait until I fuck you properly.âÂ
You blush, eyes twinkling.Â
âPretty girl.â He kisses you and you feel your attachment forming again, though this timeânewly. As light, as free as an entanglement of seaweed upon seashore, you and him. Connected. Bound. No fear, not even a hint of it. âI heard you watch porn.âÂ
Your flush deepens. Jungkook sinks a little deeper. A faint painânothing bad.Â
âWho told you?â You laugh, the sound ridding you of your shyness.Â
But Jungkook grows solemn.
âTell me what kind you watch,â he whispers, angling his head to give you a tiny kiss.Â
Your cheeks hurt from the smiling, from the onrush of emotions within you, sloshing to and fro. You feel hot all over.
âThe one where all the focus is on the girl,â you whisper back. âThe guy uses all kinds of toys on her and she just takes it. Comes so many times and thereâs a countdown for it.â
Humming, he begins to nibble on the skin beneath your jaw, making your breath shallow. He pushes in another inchâand the pain is worse. You tighten your grip around him.
âAnd how many times do you come when you watch it?â Deep, deep is his voice, the calmness to your nerves due to the pricking you feel.Â
âI donât stop coming.âÂ
Jungkook swears under his breath and clenches his digits into a fist beside your head.
âAnd you finger yourself?âÂ
You nod, confidently. Another inch. He smiles at your confirmation of his deduction.
âHow many fingers?âÂ
You scoff. âJust one.âÂ
âWell done,â he praises, kissing you once, keeping his mouth on you even as he asks, âready?âÂ
You nod, again, even though thereâs fright to your eyes. He sees it and he brushes his eyelashes against your eyelids while he kisses you, taking it all away. And he doesnât stop, even as he pulls out and thrusts back into your heat. Gently, so awfully gently.Â
He didnât break his promise.Â
Jungkook rocks his hips in slow, sensual, prolonged staccatos, moaning into your parted mouth. Youâre so focused on himâon the bulging of his muscles on the either side of your head, the broadness of his shoulders, the slick sweat dripping down his neck, right from the top of his tattoo; on the sheerness of his pleasure as he moves in and out, carefully so as to not frighten you, that the pain quickly subsides.Â
And there you feel it.Â
The sensation unlike any other.Â
He rams into you, seeing the wrinkle between your brows smoothing, the lust clouding your eyes as the delight spreads all over your body, bringing along little dots of goosebumps. The night sea, windless, still hot from the afternoonâs goodbye kiss. You feel itâand you feel it deeply, sinking inside of you with every inch of his manhood. So much that you meet his thrusts.Â
âThatâs it, baby. Fuck yes,â Jungkook murmurs, enraging the waves within. âFeels good, doesnât it? Being fucked?âÂ
Stars and its light. He picks up the pace, hooking your leg over his shoulder, entering you deeper and deeper, giving you more than half. The thrill of feeling so fullâyou curse, you moan, you canât hold it in, even if you tried. And Jungkook coos at your conveyance of the pleasure heâs giving you, never lifting his eyes off of yours, off of your features, your emotions. Surveying you, controlling you, making sure youâre okayâmore than okay.
You sense the pressure coil deep within your core, the sense of your climax approaching and youâre astonished at how quick it is. You halt your own movements, needingâwanting him to be the one to get you there, the one who owns your orgasms.Â
âGguk, Gguk, fuckââ
âI know,â he breathes. âIâm gonna make you come all over my cock.âÂ
He fucks you harder, making you cry out. Deep, deep staccatos, so different from the slow, languid ones. You canât catch your breath, the sea within you sloshes violently and thenâ
Softly, you sprinkle him with your fountain of pleasure. Not enough to drive him out, but sweetly enough to force him to groan against you and pound you harder into the mattress. Continuing as if you hadnât come.Â
You donât have the time or the space to think about what just happenedâhe fucks each and every thought of you.Â
âMy little squirter,â Jungkook mutters, kissing you. âOne more, baby. One more for me and Iâll paint you with my cummie. Hm, you want that?â Youâre gone, flung out of this world into a tranquil island. The palm trees, the sea and his cock. Your emotions are numb, body limp. All you feel is his cock, ramming and ramming into you. âOr you wanna swallow it for me like a good girl?âÂ
âSwallow, please,â you croak out and Jungkook makes a sound of approval. Rewards you by giving you the full thing, filling you balls-deep.Â
âYou feel me?â He kisses you, tugging your bottom lip with his teeth.Â
Glorious, glorious delight. You canât breathe. Too much.Â
âI feel youââ You lift your head to look down where youâre connected. âIâI feel you in my stomach.âÂ
Sitting back, he lifts your hips and palms the bulge just a little bit above your mound. Feels it move under him once he resumes fucking you. He replaces his hand with yours, keeping you distracted as he undoes the ribbon in your hair and ties your wrists with it. Right there above the bulge, where he fucks you. Then he latches onto your hips and jackhammers his cock into you, watching as your tits along with bunny bounce with each slam.Â
âYou look so pretty like this, tied up for me, taking all that Iâm giving you,â he says, thumbing your clit, making you cry out. âSuch a good fucking girl for me. Iâm bringing you up so well.âÂ
âDaddy,â you call out and Jungkook nods.
âYes, thatâs right. Daddy is fucking you so good.âÂ
White flashes. Seafoam. The pressure in your tummy deepening and deepening. The roar of the night sea and your body followingâyou come all over him, painting him iridescent with your dewiness. His joggers, dragged halfway down his thighs, his boxers are all ruinedâpelvis, thighs and cock glistening. Itâs such a beautiful image to you that it suffuses you with energy and you begin to speak.Â
âPlease, come for me.âÂ
Surprised, Jungkook chuckles. âDonât you have orgasms to count down?âÂ
The ever persistent need for control. You kiss him, slip your tongue into his mouth to shut him up and you struggle against your ribbon, for the feeling of kissing him without your hands makes you feel iffy.
âFive. I came five times for you just like you wanted,â you whisper. âYou fucked me so good. Iâll never forget it.âÂ
And itâs the truth.
Jungkook pecks you once deeply, humming into the kiss. He pulls out of you and whilst he strokes his cock, his fingers tug down the ribbon around your wrists. You take your place on your knees, gazing with awe and hunger at his shiny length. And as if he needed it, he plunges his fingers into your mouth for more lubrication. Then, grabbing your jawline gently, he pulls you in towards his cock, letting your lips play with his tip the way you like it as he jerks himself off. You flick your tongue under the ridge of his head and his length twitches, stunning you. You do it again, more rapidly, and you donât stop until Jungkook begins to tremble. Pulling him inside your mouth, then out, flicking faster and faster. Repeat.Â
Jungkook grunts.Â
âYes, like that, princess. Fuck, Iâm gonna come for you.âÂ
He announces it, but it still comes as a surprise when the first rope of hot cum spills onto your flushed cheek. You suck him harder for a moment before you stick out your tongue, eyes flick up, as he empties his balls for you, his hand never ceasing the swift tug on his length.Â
And he just keeps coming. Rope after rope. Liquid star after star.
And you swallow it all.Â
Spent, sweaty and breathless, he helps you swallow it. Dragging his fingers to the places your tongue canât reach, he feeds you his cum and you suck on his digits. Your heart thuds in your ribcage, especially when he begins to play with your tongue, smiling down at you in that dopey way.Â
He pats you on the cheek once you show him youâve swallowed it all.Â
âGood girl. Good little princess.âÂ
That you are. A changed person for all eternity.
âIs your tummy full?âÂ
You nod, beaming vehemently up at him, the aftertaste of the bitterness of his liquid stars still wafting through your senses.
The three forbidden words rise in your tongue, even though you donât believe themâyou think itâs just the opulence of new emotions and experience that forces those words on your tongue. But they remain adamant when he bathes you clean, when he brushes your hair and gives you his clothes to wear to bed. They provoke you right there on the tip of your tongue when he gives you his zipper hoodie to wear on his balcony once you tell him you need a smoke and he joins you, giving you his pack of cigarettes.Â
And they come off the edge, in a different form, when you tell him of how he changed you while you hold his hand and he caresses your damp strands with a cigarette propped between his index and middle fingers, kissing your cheek. The smoke fixes a makeshift halo around both of your heads. One body, one halo. Bound.
âYouâre such a lovable person, Gguk.â
What you donât know is that those mere words changed the entire trajectory of his life. Yours, too.
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Trash Novel Chronicles: Villain System vs World - Riddle Rosehearts x reader
You have a guilty pleasure: trashy villainess stories. So when you die a frankly, humiliating death, and end up in one of the worst ones you've had the pleasure of reading, you're in denial. Then the villain system shows up. Well, there goes your second chance at life So what do you do now? Do villainous things and cause as much chaos as you can, of course. And maybe, just maybe, bag the male lead, Riddle Rosehearts while you're at it.
i had so much fun writing this, i hope you like it just as much!
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Youâve had a week. Not just any weekâa rough week. Work has been an absolute dumpster fire, deadlines have been chasing you like a pack of rabid wolves, and your responsibilities are piling up like a game of Jenga about to collapse. If someone were to ask how youâre doing, youâd just laugh maniacally and hope theyâd back away slowly.
So, when you finally make it home, the first thing you do is collapse face-first onto your couch with all the grace of a dead fish. After a moment of just lying there, contemplating whether adulthood is some kind of elaborate prank, you do the one thing that always makes you feel better: grab your phone and open up your webnovel app.
You scroll through your favoritesâah yes, the classics. Trashy, absurd, villainess webnovels that are objectively terrible but subjectively amazing. Youâre talking about the ones with titles like âIâm the Evil Dukeâs Twisted Ex-FiancĂŠe, But He Loves Me Now Because I Have Plot Armor!â or âMy Death Flags Mean Nothing Because I Can Charm My Way Out of Everything (And Also, Dragons)â.
Itâs like junk food for your brain. You know itâs not good for you. You know there are objectively better stories out there. But the drama, the ridiculous misunderstandings, the sheer stupidity of every character decisionâitâs beautiful. Itâs a hot mess, and you are the fly drawn to it.
Except this time, you somehow pick the worst one.
You donât know if itâs because your standards are already on the floor and this one somehow dug under it, or if the exhaustion has finally gotten to you, but itâs bad.
The story is all over the place. The villainess is cartoonishly cruel, like she wakes up in the morning and thinks, âWhat heinous thing can I do today?â But sometimes, you swear she doesnât even want to be that way. Itâs like the author just decided, âVillainess = bad,â and put their brain to bed.
The plot? Oh, itâs a mess. The villainess and heroine are sistersâthe real daughter of a Duke and the adopted, sweet angel who gets all the Dukeâs affection. Naturally, they both fall for the same guy: Riddle Rosehearts, some prodigy with a complex about rules, order, and justice. Of course, the Duke arranges for his precious adopted daughter to marry Riddle, and the villainess? She flips out, does a bunch of cruel things (of course), and eventually gets herself killed in a totally overdramatic fashion.
Okay, typical villainess plot so far. Nothing new there.
But the worst part? The treatment of poor Riddle. Itâs like heâs just a toy to be fought over. The sisters practically claim ownership of him like heâs a fancy handbag. Then, once the villainess is conveniently eliminated, the author gives Riddle this tragic backstory. Harsh childhood, crazy controlling momâyou know, the works. You brace yourself for the resolution, for him to rise above his traumaand find happiness.
Nope. His trauma is treated like a joke. Nothing gets resolved. Heâs just stuck in this gilded cage, with the heroine taking over as the new warden. And somehow, thatâs supposed to be the happy ending?
Itâs horrible. Itâs nonsensical. Itâs everything you could want right now.
You should stop. You know you should stop. But the sheer absurdity of it has you in its grasp.
And you don't even want to think about the love decagon. Yes, decagon. There are 9 men dying over this heroine who has the personality of rusty spoon.
You snort, your laughter echoing through your empty apartment. Itâs awful. Itâs brain-rotting, cringe-inducing garbage.
You love it.
The plot is hanging on by a thread, and yet, there you are, fully committed. You donât need quality writing, deep themes, or even consistent character motivations. What you need is to watch this trainwreck unfold until the bitter end, and youâll be damned if you donât see it through.
But thatâs when the universe decides to kick you in the teeth. In a sequence of events so absurd you couldnât make it up if you tried, youâoh, wait for itâdie. And not in some grand, noble fashion, either. You slip on some residual shampoo on your bathroom floor, and fall face first onto a tap. Ouch.
Really?
Out of all the dramatic, swoon-worthy ways to die, like saving a kitten from a burning building or sacrificing yourself for someone you loved, you went out like a fool. A shower slip. One minute youâre standing, and the next, youâre faceplanting like some poorly executed slapstick scene.
And then, boom. Everything went black.
Which brings you to now. You feel odd. The texture of the sheets beneath you isnât quite right. Theyâre silkier than the cheap cotton sheets you usually wrapped yourself in before bed. The air smells... different too. Not to mention, the bed feels way bigger, and youâre nestled in something way too plush to be your beat-up old mattress.
You bolt upright, blinking against the sunlight streaming through the room. You squint around and your eyes widen. This is⌠not your room. Gone are the band posters, the laundry in the corner, and your trusty alarm clock with the missing buttons. Instead, youâre surrounded by opulence: heavy velvet drapes, an intricately carved wooden dresser, and a huge vanity covered in jewels.
Your heart drops.
Slowly, you lift your hands. They are... not your hands. These are dainty, perfectly manicured hands. No chewed-off nails. No pen smudges from your hours of work. Just smooth, perfect fingers, topped off with the exact kind of expensive manicure you'd normally cringe at paying for.
No. Fucking. Way.
Frantically, you throw the blankets off yourself and scramble to the nearest mirror. What you see staring back at you isnât your own reflection.
âOh. My. God.â
Youâve been isekaiâd. Into a webnovel.
And not just any webnovel. No. The terrible one youâd been reading before your humiliating death. Youâre in the body of the villainess, the character who was basically a walking disaster from beginning to end. Not to mention, she was set to die a very messy, very public death within a few weeks.
âOh god. Iâm screwed.â You pace around the room in a panic, wringing your hands together. âHow am I supposed to survive this? I canât be a villainess! I donât even like drama!â
You glance around desperately for something, anything that will give you some semblance of control over the situation. This canât be happening. Maybe this is all a weird dream? You pinch yourself. Hard.
âOw.â Nope. Definitely not a dream. Just your reality. Fantastic.
Then, you spot it. A glowing screen, floating mid-air right next to your head.
The classic system menu, like the ones from every villainess isekai youâve read.
Except, instead of comforting you, this one makes you want to scream. Because in glaring red letters, it says:
âVillainess System Activated! Complete your tasks or face severe consequences.â
You blink. âConsequences?â
A new notification pops up, smug as hell. âSevere punishment will be dealt if you fail your villainous duties."
Oh, great. Youâre trapped in a parody of an isekai where you not only have to survive as the villainess, but also complete quests like some twisted game. Lovely.
You stare at the system menu. âThis is going to be fine,â you mutter, trying to convince yourself. âI just have to do the opposite of whatever got this chick killed. Just... stop being a jerk, right?â
But no sooner do you say that when the system blinks and pops up your first quest:
âSystem:Â Ruin Lady Heronâs Garden Party. Reward: 50 Villain Points.â
Are you kidding me?
You groan, rubbing your temples. âOkay, but hear me out,â you say to the system like itâs a person you can negotiate with. âWhat if I ruin it... with a compliment? Like, I tell her that her flower arrangements are so beautiful that she faints from the shock?â
The systemâs reply is immediate: âInvalid. Must complete task in line with villainess behavior.â
âOh, come on!â You pace the room again, muttering under your breath. âFine. You wanna play it like this? I can play.â You crack your knuckles. âWeâll see who outsmarts who.â
The next hour passes in a whirlwind of panicked planning. Youâve read enough villainess novels to know the basic rules: never do what youâre supposed to do, but always make it look like you are. Itâs malicious compliance at its finest.
So, when you arrive at Lady Heronâs garden party, dressed to kill (because apparently thatâs a thing villainesses do), youâve already concocted your plan.
The system wants you to ruin the event? Fine. But youâll do it your way. You compliment Lady Heronâs flowers with the fakest smile you can muster, pouring on the charm. You gush about her decorations until sheâs practically glowing, all while subtly steering the conversation away from the usual petty gossip that gets the villainess in trouble.
Instead of sabotaging the food, you pretend to be horrified when the catering staff makes a small mistake, swooping in to save the day and looking like a hero in the process. And as for the âaccidentalâ tripping of the hostâs dress that was supposed to happen? You deftly catch her instead, earning surprised gasps from the crowd.
By the end of it, the systemâs fuming, and youâre basking in the glory of having completed your âvillainous taskâ without actually being villainous.
Malicious compliance for the win, you think smugly.
The system didn't like your attitude and it wants it to be known.
"System: Next quest: Defeat the chicken in the garden."
No problem, right? It wasnât like you were going up against a raging dragon or anything. It was just a chicken. A harmless little chicken.
Wrong.
You found yourself standing in a dusty barn, staring down the most demonic creature youâd ever seenâa puffed-up, red-eyed chicken with an attitude problem. This thing wasnât just any chicken; it looked like it had gone ten rounds with a tiger and won. Twice.
âI canât believe Iâm doing this,â you muttered under your breath, rolling up your sleeves as the chicken fluffed its feathers like it was about to brawl. You eyed it warily. It eyed you back, and for a second, you swore you saw flames in its eyes.
"System: Quest update: âDefeat the Chicken of Doom!"
Chicken of Doom? You squinted at the thing. âYou couldâve warned me, you know.â
"System: Whereâs the fun in that?"
The chicken let out an ear-splitting squawk and lunged at you like a tiny, feathered fury. You dodged, barely, as it pecked the air where your face had been a moment earlier. This was no ordinary chicken. This thing had skills.
You scrambled out of the way, trying to think of a strategy that didnât involve you getting pecked into oblivion. âSystem! Any tips here?â
"System: Aim for the legs. Thatâs where the power is."
The legs? You glanced down at the chickenâs scrawny legs. âIâm pretty sure itâs coming for my face, not my ankles!â
"System: Well, you could always just run. But thatâs not very villainous, is it?"
âOh, you are the worst,â you grumbled as the chicken made another wild leap for your head. You ducked, grabbed a nearby rake, and swung it around like a makeshift sword. âAlright, chicken. Letâs dance.â
What followed was an embarrassing display of you flailing around the barn, trying to fend off this demonic poultry with a rake while the system laughed at you from the sidelines.
Finally, after what felt like an eternity of dodging and weaving, you managed to hook the rake around one of its legs, pulling it off balance. The chicken flopped onto its back, flailing wildly as it squawked in outrage. You quickly pinned it down with the back-end of the take, panting heavily.
"System: Congratulations! Quest complete. 50 Villain Points awarded."
You glared at the systemâs message. âI better get more than 100 points for this. I deserve a medal.â
"System: How about the satisfaction of knowing you just defeated the Chicken of Doom?"
You groaned, wiping sweat from your forehead. âNext time you send me on a quest, can it be against something less likely to murder me? Like a butterfly?â
"System: No promises. But look on the bright sideâyouâre officially undefeated in chicken combat. And you now are +50 Villain points richer"
âFantastic,â you deadpanned, finally letting the defeated chicken hobble away with its dignity intact. âJust what I always wanted to be known for.â
You walked out of that barn a little wiser, a little bruised, and a lot more wary of small farm animals. From that day forward, chickens were officially your sworn enemies.
Villain points: 100
You were still in denial that you were in that novel. But what's a better wakeup call than running into the main lead? The guy who the story revolves around, Riddle Rosehearts.
You had decided to take a stroll in the academy's gardens when a loud squeaking noise caught your attention.
Turning the corner, you stumbled upon a scene that confirmed your worst fears: Riddle Rosehearts, was hunched over a small enclosure, tending to a couple of prickly hedgehogs.
âWhat in the worldâŚ?â you muttered, leaning in closer. Riddle was meticulously checking their little habitats, his brow furrowed in concentration. You had to admit, he looked oddly cute.
As you watched, one of the hedgehogsâwho seemed to have more ambition than senseâdecided to attempt an escape. It made a daring leap right off the side of the table, and you could practically hear the collective gasp of the students around you. Time slowed as you saw the tiny creature plummet toward the ground.
No!
Without thinking, you launched yourself forward, arms outstretched, preparing to catch the little spiky ball of chaos. You almost made it, but instead of a graceful landing, you miscalculated and ended up face-first in a pile of fallen leaves, with a hedgehog landing right on your back.
Riddleâs eyes widened in shock. âWhat are you doing?!â
With the hedgehog squirming atop you, you tried to push yourself up. âJust⌠saving this little guy,â you said, glancing over your shoulder. The hedgehog seemed to be enjoying the view from its leafy throne, completely unfazed by the near disaster.
âAre you okay?â Riddle asked, half-concerned, half-amused as he stepped closer. You could see a hint of a smile tugging at the corners of his mouth, which was both infuriating and endearing.
âYeah, just a minor case of heroism!â you replied, attempting to sound cool while still half-buried in leaves. âNo big deal. Just saving lives one hedgehog at a time.â
The students around you started whispering, some trying to hold back laughter. Riddle, however, seemed genuinely impressed, his cheeks turning a shade of red that almost matched his hair. âUh⌠thank you?â he said, fumbling for words. âThat was⌠very quick thinking.â
As you finally managed to roll over, the hedgehog took that moment to scuttle off your back, plopping down on the ground with a little thud. You turned to Riddle, brushing leaves off your shirt. âYeah, well, itâs what I do best. Hedgehog rescuer by day, unremarkable student by night.â
Riddle blinked, processing your words while his face continued to betray a mix of flustered admiration and confusion. âYou⌠you look quite cool doing that,â he said, almost to himself, the words tumbling out before he could stop them.
You smirked, enjoying the moment. âCool? Well, thank you.â
Riddle opened his mouth, then closed it again, clearly flustered. âRight⌠um, thank you again. I usually prefer to do everything by the book, but you⌠you have a knack for chaos.â
âJust trying to shake things up a bit!â you replied, grinning. âBesides, whatâs life without a little excitement?â
His face turned an even deeper shade of red, and for a moment, you thought he might actually explode. âExcitement is⌠not exactly my strong suit,â he admitted with a seriousness that almost made you laugh.
Just then, Cater called out, âHey, Riddle, are you blushing over there?â
Riddle straightened up, all business once more. âI am not blushing!â he snapped, though it only made the others laugh harder.
You couldnât help but chuckle yourself. âWell, if it makes you feel any better, itâs very becoming.â
At this point, he was trying desperately to regain his composure, his usual dignified self crumbling under the unexpected twist of fate. âRight, well⌠um, thanks for your help,â he stammered, trying to pivot back to his hedgehogs as if that would restore some order to his day.
âAnytime!â you replied cheerfully, already plotting your next move in this wild webnovel world. After all, you might just have to become the chaotic force that turns Riddleâs world upside down.
As you left him there, you couldnât help but thinkâyup, you were definitely in that webnovel. And you were not hating it.
"System: New quest: Sabotage the dinner. +100 points"
Oh this was a quest you were willing to do even if the system didn't ask you to. All you need to do was question your darling sister's yapping and you'll be set.
The dinner is going about as smoothly as youâd expect a social gathering could in this godforsaken story. Which is to say, not smooth at all.
Youâre sitting at a long, polished table that looks like itâs seen better daysâprobably because it's held together by the sheer willpower of outdated noble customs. Your dear sister, the illustrious heroine of the world, is seated at the opposite end of the table, positively glowing in her usual self-absorbed way, surrounded by a gaggle of male leads that have somehow become entangled in her web of charm. Including, of course, the third male lead, a guy whose name you donât even care to remember, but who keeps giving you condescending looks from across the table.
Your father, seated next to her, is smiling like heâs watching his favorite child perform in a school play. Every time the heroine opens her mouth, heâs doting on her with embarrassing enthusiasm, nodding along like sheâs spewing pearls of wisdom when, in reality, itâs more like dribbling out some very glittery, very ignorant garbage.
âOh, Father,â your sister begins, in that overly sweet, almost nauseating voice of hers. âDid you know that dandelions are actually a type of flower? Most people mistake them for weeds, but I just find them so fascinating.â
You internally groan. Seriously? Dandelions? Thatâs the big revelation sheâs bringing to the table tonight?
Your father beams at her, his eyes twinkling as if sheâs just solved world hunger. âMy dear, youâre so clever. Itâs amazing how much you know!â
Ace, seated next to you, nearly spits out his water. You glance at him and catch the barely-restrained laughter on his face, which only makes you want to snicker along with him.
You give him a look that says "brace yourself."
You lean forward slightly, your face the picture of politeness, and say with a small smile, âWell, technically, dandelions are considered invasive species in most gardens. I suppose calling them âfascinatingâ is one way of putting it.â
Your sister blinks at you, clearly confused by the subtle jab, while Treyâwhoâs seated beside Riddleâhides his smirk behind a delicate sip of wine. You catch a glint of amusement in Riddleâs eyes as well. Even he seems to be enjoying this trainwreck.
The heroine, though, refuses to let her utter lack of botanical knowledge slow her down. âOh, well, I was just trying to emphasize how misunderstood they are! Like, did you know dandelion tea is supposed to help with digestion?â
You canât help yourself. âIs that why youâve been so full of it lately?â
Thereâs a loud snort from Cater, who quickly covers it up with a cough, but not before giving you an encouraging grin. Deuceâs shoulders shake as he tries to hold back laughter, while Ace is full-on grinning at the chaos youâre creating. Trey is still playing it cool, but you know heâs on the verge of losing it too.
Your sister pouts at you, her lower lip trembling like sheâs about to burst into tears. Oh, here we go. The waterworks. But honestly, youâre not about to feel guilty for calling her out when she practically walked into it.
âYou always have to be so mean to me,â she whines, her voice wobbling dramatically. âI was just trying to have a nice conversation!â
Your father, predictably, jumps to her defense. âNow, now,â he says, giving you a stern look. âThereâs no need to be so harsh with your sister.â
Harsh? Oh, please. If this is what he considers harsh, he clearly hasnât spent much time around actual harsh people. Not that youâre about to say that aloud, of course.
âApologies, Father,â you say, trying to keep your tone as neutral as possible while still dripping with passive-aggression. âIâll be sure to keep my comments to myself next time.â You pause for a beat, and then add with a pointed look, âUnless, of course, theyâre about real flowers.â
Cater and Ace lose it, full-on laughing at this point, and Deuce isnât far behind. Even Trey is chuckling softly into his drink.
And thenâoh, wait, is that a smile on Riddleâs face?
It is.
Holy crap.
For the first time since this disaster of a dinner started, you see a genuine smile tugging at Riddle Roseheartsâ lips. Itâs small, but itâs there. And itâs directed at you.
Well, well, well, you think. Who knew Iâd get the tiniest bit of amusement out of the stoic redhead tonight?
Riddleâs mother, who has been sitting quietly at the head of the table this whole time, seems to notice as well. She raises an eyebrow at you, and while she doesnât say anything, the slight nod of approval she gives is as close to praise as youâre ever going to get from her.
Meanwhile, your sister has resorted to dabbing her eyes with a napkin, and the third male lead looks like heâs about ready to crawl under the table and disappear. Honestly, with the way his face is turning red, you wouldnât be surprised if he just bolted for the door.
As the heroine sniffles dramatically, trying to regain her composure, Riddleâs mother clears her throat. âPerhaps itâs time we moved on to the next course.â
You sit back in your chair, feeling rather pleased with yourself. Youâve always known how to work a room, but this? This was practically a performance art piece. A subtle roast of the dinner partyâs most insufferable members, all without breaking a sweat.
Trey gives you a subtle thumbs-up from across the table, Cater is still grinning like an idiot, and Ace is wiping tears from his eyes. Even Deuce looks like heâs enjoying himself more than usual.
And Riddle? Heâs still smiling.
All in all, youâd call this a successful dinner.
"System: +100 points"
Villain Points: 200
You reached a compromise with the system during a mind numbingly boring tea party. You were doing your best to sit there with a polite smile plastered on your face while your sister droned on about her latest dress, but all you could think about was the fact that there were probably better uses of your timeâlike, say, literally anything else. Maybe you could fake a sudden illness and make a run for it? Or trip over a conveniently placed teacup and disappear into the shrubbery?
And thatâs when you heard it.
"System: New QuestâMake it through this tea party without falling asleep. Reward: Not looking like a complete fool."
You almost snorted out loud, but quickly caught yourself. Great, the system is back at it again with these stellar rewards.
Gee, thanks, system. Truly motivating stuff.
"System: Oh, Iâm sorry. Did you want something better? How about I throw in 50Â Villain Points?"
Your eyes widened. Wait, 50 Villain Points just for not dozing off during this boring nonsense?
"System: Well, technically, you just have to stay awake. I never said you couldnât look bored out of your mind."
You grinned slightly, trying to hide your amusement behind your teacup. Youâre starting to grow on me, you know that?
"System: Likewise. I must say, I didnât expect someone like you to actually stick with me this long. Most people wouldâve either ignored me or gotten themselves killed by now. But you? Youâve got potential."
Aw, stop, youâre gonna make me blush.
"System: Iâm serious! Youâve got guts. You think outside the box. Youâre not afraid to bend the rules a little. And thatâs why Iâve got a proposition for you."
You leaned back in your chair, intrigued. Oh? Go on, Iâm listening.
"System: Hereâs the dealâIâll start giving you quests that arenât designed to get you killed or humiliated beyond repair. In exchange, you have to promise to actually follow through on them. And I donât mean half-heartedlyâI want 100% commitment. Deal?"
Wait, wait, wait. Are you saying youâve been giving me death traps this whole time?
System: Well⌠not death traps, per se. More like⌠character-building exercises.
I swear to God, system, if you ever make me fight a rabid chicken againâ
"System: That chicken was a necessary evil! Character development! But fine, fine. No more chickens. Only reasonable, non-lethal missions from now on. What do you say? Partners in villainy?"
You tapped your chin, pretending to mull it over. Hmmm⌠sounds tempting. But whatâs in it for me besides the joy of your sparkling company?
"System: Oh, you know, the usualâpower, influence, fame, and fortune. Plus, Iâll throw in some juicy blackmail material for when your sister inevitably gets on your nerves again."
Your grin widened. Now that is the kind of offer I canât refuse.
"System: Thatâs the spirit! Now, first mission as my official partner: Sabotage your sisterâs next grand entrance. Nothing too catastrophicâjust a little stumble, maybe some ruffled feathers. Keep it classy."
And just like that, you and the system were officially besties. It was weirdly comforting knowing you had a sarcastic AI watching your backâand occasionally messing with your enemies. Sure, it mightâve been the weirdest friendship ever forged in the history of villainy, but hey, youâd take it. Youâd never be bored again with this delightful chaos agent in your corner.
As you left the tea party with your head held high, the system chimed in one last time.
"System: By the way, next time your sister brags about her shoes? âAccidentallyâ mention that those went out of fashion last season."
You smirked. Oh, system, I think this is the beginning of a beautiful friendship.
+50 points, + 1 extremely powerful ally.
Villain points: 250
It was supposed to be a peaceful afternoon. You had gone into the library looking for a quiet place to relax after a long day of trying to stay out of family drama. But of course, there was Riddle, hunched over a mountain of books with his hands gripping his hair like it had personally wronged him. Not to mention, your sister was sitting nearby, yammering on about⌠something. Something that was definitely not helping Riddleâs clear state of panic.
As soon as you walked in, your eyes locked with his, and in that instant, you could practically hear his brain screaming for help. It was a silent plea, one you couldnât ignore.
With a sigh and a bit of a smirk, you sauntered over, interrupting your sisterâs endless tirade about her latest frivolous pursuit. âOh, there you are! Iâve been looking everywhere for you,â you said brightly, grabbing Riddle by the arm and pulling him up from his chair before he could protest.
Your sister blinked at you, clearly thrown off by your sudden intrusion. âExcuse me, we were in the middle of an important conversationââ
âWere you though?â You raised an eyebrow. âIâm pretty sure Riddle needs a break. Heâs been studying for hours, right?â You didnât wait for an answer, instead giving Riddle a quick nudge. âCome on, letâs get some fresh air.â
To your relief (and amusement), Riddle offered no resistance, letting you whisk him away from the library and your sisterâs insufferable voice.
Once you were safely in one of the quieter gardens, Riddle sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose. âI donât know how much more of that I couldâve handled. Thank you.â
âNo problem. Honestly, I did it for my own sanity too,â you chuckled, leading him to a bench under a shady tree. âBut seriously, you look like you havenât slept in days.â
Riddleâs face flushed a bit as he glanced away. âIâve been⌠focused. Thereâs a lot to cover.â
âYeah, I can see that,â you replied dryly, nudging him to sit down. âBut if you donât rest, youâre going to burn out. Even someone like you canât run on fumes forever.â
He hesitated for a moment but eventually sat down, clearly too tired to argue. âI suppose youâre rightâŚâ
Riddle leaned back against the bench, his eyes fluttering closed for just a moment. You thought heâd sit there for a few minutes, maybe catch his breath, and thatâd be it.
Except he didnât just catch his breath.
Nope.
Instead, Riddle Rosehearts, the pristine, perfectly poised model student⌠fell asleep on your shoulder.
And you? You froze.
Oh no.
Oh God.
What do I do?!
Your mind spiraled as you sat there, staring at the top of his bright red head resting comfortably against you. You were acutely aware of the warmth of his body pressed against your side, his quiet, steady breathing, the softness of his hairâ
Wait. Why is his hair so soft? Itâs like spun silk.
Does he use some kind of magic conditioner? Should I ask him for hair care tips?
No, focus! Focus!
You peeked down at him again, and he looked so peaceful, his usual stern expression completely relaxed. You could feel your heart racing, and the logical part of your brain screamed at you to keep it together, but the other halfâthe half that was currently hyper-aware of Riddleâs head resting on your shoulderâwas completely losing it.
Is this what bliss feels like? Is this how people write poems? âOh Riddle, how thou art like the setting sun, warm and brilliant yetâWAIT, what am I thinking?! I am losing my mind! THIS IS BAD!
But also⌠very, very good?
You glanced around nervously, wondering if someone might see this. Would this look weird to people? Am I weird for not moving? I canât move. Heâs asleep. If I move, heâll wake up and think Iâm a weirdo for staying so still and letting him nap on me like this. Oh God, what if he thinks Iâm weird?!
But even as your brain launched into a full-blown existential crisis, you couldnât deny how nice this felt. Riddle looked so softâso vulnerableâand for once, he wasnât burdened by the weight of expectations or responsibilities. He was just⌠Riddle. And that made something inside you feel oddly tender.
Your gaze softened as you looked at him. Maybe this isn't so bad. Maybe I could get used to this. Maybeâ
Then, without warning, Riddle stirred, shifting slightly before blinking his eyes open. He looked groggy for a second, but as soon as he realized where he wasâwhere you wereâhis entire face turned scarlet.
âAh!â he gasped, jerking upright. âIâ! I didnât mean toâ! Iâ!â
You blinked at him, trying very hard to pretend that you hadnât just gone through a whole mental rollercoaster while he was napping. âUh⌠itâs fine. You were tired. Happens to the best of us.â
He quickly straightened his uniform, flustered beyond belief. âThat was⌠highly inappropriate. I apologize. You must think Iâm terribly uncouth.â
âNah,â you said with a grin, waving him off. âYouâre a hard worker. Even someone like you deserves a break.â
Riddle looked like he wanted to crawl into a hole and die of embarrassment. âStill, I shouldnât haveâ"
You laughed and patted his shoulder. âRelax. It was kinda cute, honestly.â
He looked at you with wide eyes, his blush deepening. âC-cute?â
Realizing what you just said, your face turned bright red. âUh, yeah, like⌠in a respectable, admirable way, obviously! Because, you know, falling asleep is⌠healthy⌠and stuff.â
From behind you, you heard Aceâs familiar snicker, and you turned to see him and Deuce standing there, both of them with identical grins.
âYouâre totally simping,â Ace teased, wiggling his eyebrows.
You groaned, burying your face in your hands. âOh my God, go away.â
Riddle coughed, straightening his back and trying very hard to regain his composure. âAhem. I think Iâll⌠return to my studies. Thank you again for helping me earlier.â
He stood up, still looking mildly mortified, but as he walked away, you caught the faintest smile on his lips.
Ace elbowed you with a grin. âYouâve got it bad.â
âShut up,â you grumbled, your face still burning as you watched Riddle leave.
But deep down, you couldnât stop smiling either.
You sit at the breakfast table, staring at the notification hovering just above your coffee.
"System: New Quest: Get your sister to humiliate herself in front of the Empress. Reward: 100 Villain Points."
Your sister, ever the radiant queen of smugness, lounges at the other end, flipping her hair like sheâs about to step onto a runway. Her latest self-important monologue about being 'practically irreplaceable' in the Empressâs inner circle grates at your nerves.
âWhatâs with the face?â Ace flops into the seat next to you, raising an eyebrow at your sudden, murderous glare.
Deuce, ever the responsible one, follows, setting down his tray with a clink. âYou alright? Youâve been quiet.â
You groan, rubbing your temples. âI got stuck with⌠a task.â
Ace snickers. âWhat, the worldâs worst chore or something?â
You glance at your sister, now preening at her reflection in a spoon, and mutter, âWorse. I need to make her humiliate herself in front of the Empress.â
Both Ace and Deuce freeze, staring at you in disbelief.
Ace nearly snorts his drink. âYouâwait, what? You have to do that?â His eyes practically light up. âThatâs hilarious.â
Deuce, always the voice of reason, frowns. âWhy do you need to do that? That sounds kinda⌠extreme.â
You sigh, trying to keep it vague. âLetâs just say... itâs a long story. But trust me, itâll be worth it.â
Ace leans back, grinning like heâs just been given front-row tickets to the chaos. âOh, I am so in. We have to take down the drama queen? Say no more.â
Deuce hesitates, but after a glance at your sisterâwhoâs loudly bragging about her upcoming meeting with the Empressâhe sighs. âI guess if itâs for a good cause... she could use a little humility.â
âPerfect.â You clap your hands together, a plan already forming. âBut it has to look natural. No obvious sabotage.â
Ace smirks. âYou say that like Iâm not an expert in âsubtle.ââ
The banquet is set in a lavish garden, with your sister already dressed in the most elaborate gown she could find. She looks like sheâs ready to steal the spotlightâand she fully intends to. But youâre three steps ahead. As you, Ace, and Deuce trail behind her, you start whispering the plan. âShe always does that thing where she stands up to give a toast in front of everyone, right?â
Deuce nods. âYeah, she loves being the center of attention.â
You glance at Ace. âThink you can handle making sure her âcenter of attentionâ moment doesnât go as planned?â
Ace grins wickedly. âLeave it to me.â
Your sister, in all her glittering glory, steps up to the platform. The Empress and her courtiers watch on, curious, while your sister clears her throat, preparing to launch into one of her legendary speeches.
Ace winks at you, positioning himself near the platformâs support. With the lightest nudge, it shifts, just enough to unbalance your sister. As she stands, her heel catches on the uneven surface.
Her eyes widen. âWhaâ?â
And down she goes, arms flailing dramatically as she tumbles straight into a nearby fountain.
Thereâs a collective gasp from the crowd, and the Empress looks mildly surprised as water splashes everywhere. Your sister, soaked and sputtering, looks utterly mortified.
Ace bites his lip to keep from laughing. âOops.â
Deuce winces but nods. âWell... that worked.â
You canât help the satisfied smirk tugging at your lips as your system pings again.
"System: Quest Complete. Reward: 100 Villain Points."
âPerfect,â you murmur under your breath, already thinking about the next quest.
As your sister sputters her way out of the fountain, dripping wet and desperately trying to regain her composure, the crowd falls into an awkward silence. You can practically hear her brain scrambling to salvage the moment.
She forces a bright smile, pushing wet hair out of her face. âWell, that was⌠unexpected,â she says, laughing nervously. âI suppose even the most poised among us can have a moment of... gracelessnessâ
The Empress raises a perfectly arched brow, but remains silent, watching with a cool, unreadable expression.
Your sister, in her panic, decides to fill the silence with her usual brand of arrogance. âIâm sure someone will fix that platform,â she says, waving a hand dismissively at the servants. âHonestly, who would set up something so poorly constructed? I couldâve been seriously hurt!â She glances at the Empress and adds, in a misguided attempt to flatter, âBut of course, I suppose even the Empressâs court isnât immune to suchâŚÂ minor mistakes.â
Ace and Deuce both freeze. Your stomach drops.
The Empressâs lips tighten just slightly, a subtle but dangerous shift. âMinor mistakes?â she repeats, her voice icy and sharp.
Your sister, utterly clueless, laughs again, louder this time, still trying to brush it off. âOh, of course, not your fault, Your Majesty. Iâm sure your staff just⌠overlooked something. It happens, right?â
The crowdâs collective inhale is deafening. Even Deuce slaps a hand to his forehead, muttering, âOh noâŚâ
Ace looks like heâs about to choke trying to hold back his laughter. âSheâs done,â he whispers gleefully.
The Empress finally stands, her gaze narrowing on your sister. âI assure you,â she says with a smile that doesnât reach her eyes, âsuch oversights are very rare in my court.â
Your sister opens her mouth to respond, but thereâs no coming back from this. The Empress has already turned away, addressing one of her advisors with a wave of dismissal. Your sister is left standing there, soaked and utterly humiliated, in front of everyone.
As the system pings again in your headâ "System:Â Bonus Quest Complete: Cause a Major Faux Pas. Reward: 50 Villain Points"âyou canât help but smirk.
"Well," Ace leans in, whispering, "mission accomplished."
As you watch your sister fumble through an awkward curtsy, trying to salvage what little dignity she has left, the familiar ping of the system goes off in your head againâbut this time, it sounds... different.
"Villain System: Achievement UnlockedâTotal Disaster;
Reward: 50 Villain Points + Bonus Perk!"
Before you can fully register the notification, the system continues, breaking its usual monotone, deadpan style.
"System: Honestly..." there's a brief pause, like it's trying to hold back a laugh. "I have to hand it to you. This... this was beautiful. I mean, wow, top-tier humiliation. The look on her face? Priceless. I didnât think you had it in you to pull off such magnificent chaos so effortlessly. Not to mention the insult to the Empress."
Another chuckleâthis time, you can feel it reveling in the scene.
"System: You're really becoming quite the villain, huh? Iâm almost impressed. Well, because you've reached a new level of villainyâand honestly, youâve earned itâhereâs a special perk. You hit 1,000 points, and Iâll give you an out. You can get rid of me. Completely. No more schemes, no more quests. Freedom from this system."
For a moment, you can barely believe it. The systemâs offering you a way out?Â
"System: Oh, but until then, Iâm not going anywhere. And really, wouldnât it be a shame to stop now? Youâre on such a roll."
You shake your head, but even you can't deny the chaos was a little satisfying. Your sister, now the talk of the court, dripping with embarrassment, is living proof of that.
"What's up?" Ace asks, glancing at you. "You look like you just won something."
"Yeah," you mutter under your breath, smirking. "Something like that."
Villain Points: 500. 500 points to freedom.
The test results had come out earlier today and Riddle had topped it, as usual. But he was not allowed to come celebrate with the rest of you, which has led here.
Itâs late at night, and the manor is quietâeerily quiet, except for the soft rustling of leaves outside Riddle's window. You stand beneath the window with a strawberry tart in your hands, feeling very much like a strange version of a fairy-tale hero. Except, instead of rescuing a damsel in distress, you're here to sneak contraband dessert to an overworked boy whose mother monitors his sugar intake like a hawk.
"Riddle!" you whisper-shout up to the second floor. "Let down your hairâuh, I mean, your bedsheets!"
Thereâs a pause before Riddleâs head pops out of the window, confused but intrigued. "What are you doing out there? Itâs late."
"Shhh!" You gesture for him to keep it down, holding up the tart like itâs some sort of forbidden treasure. "I brought you a strawberry tart. Your mom might have banned it, but we live dangerously in this house."
Riddleâs eyes widen, and for a moment, you think he might actually tear up. "You... You risked sneaking a tart past Mother... for me?" He looks genuinely touched, and you can see the internal battle raging between his desire to stay obedient and his deep, insatiable love for strawberry tarts.
"Yes, I am willing to defy the Tart Tyrant for you," you say, nodding solemnly. "Now hurry up and lower the bedsheets before she finds out and decides to have me beheaded for dessert-related treason."
Riddle hesitates for just a second, but the lure of the forbidden pastry is too strong. After a moment, he vanishes from the window, only to return with a neatly tied set of bedsheets. He throws them down like some kind of serious, rule-abiding Rapunzel.
You take a second to appreciate the sheer ridiculousness of the situation, then quickly tie the tart to the end of the sheet rope. âAlright, here comes the goods!â You give the bedsheets a tug to let him know the package is secured.
With a little effort, Riddle pulls up the tart with the same solemnity youâd expect if he were receiving an ancient royal artifact instead of sugar-laden contraband. He gingerly unties the tart and holds it in his hands, staring at it like it's the most precious thing he's ever seen.
You then somehow use the bedsheets to get up there too. Wow maybe you are truly a fairy-tale hero.
"You truly are remarkable," Riddle says, his voice soft with gratitude. He turns his gaze toward you with such an earnest expression that you suddenly feel self-conscious.
You wave him off, trying to play it cool. "Eh, it's nothing. Just saving you from a tartless existence."
But instead of saying anything, Riddle leans down and, with the utmost care and sincerity, presses a soft kiss to the back of your hand, like some sort of old-fashioned gentleman. "Thank you," he murmurs.
And thatâs when it happens.
Your brain shuts down. Completely. Like someone pulled the plug on your thoughts and left you staring blankly into space. The only thing running through your head is static. You don't even register the tart anymore. Did he justâ? Did Riddle Rosehearts justâ?
You short-circuit so hard that your mouth moves, but nothing coherent comes out. âGuh... buh... uh...â Great. So much for playing it cool.
Riddle, ever the gentleman, doesnât seem to notice your malfunction, as heâs too busy taking the tiniest, most delicate bite of the tart, savoring it like heâs trying to make it last forever. "Delicious," he whispers, clearly over the moon.
Meanwhile, youâre still stuck on the whole hand kiss thing. Did that actually just happen? Did you fall into an alternate reality? Is this still the same planet?
Ace is going to have a field day with this.
"Uh, well... goodnight!" You finally manage to blurt out before spinning on your heel and power-walking away, almost jumping off the balcony instead of climbing down, mentally screaming at yourself for turning into a malfunctioning robot over a simple gesture. You hear Riddle chuckle softly behind you, a sound that somehow makes your heart do a weird little flip, and then his window quietly closes.
The whole way back to your room, you're fighting off the most embarrassing grin. Maybe this little night mission was worth it after allâshort circuits and all.
The next morning, you wake up to a new notification from your ever-so-charming system.
"Villain System: New QuestâMake the heroine cry and win the baking competition. Reward: 100 Villain Points"
You stare at the message, blinking. Make the heroine cry? Thatâs one thing, butâŚÂ win the baking competition? You donât even bake.
"System: Oh, did I forget to mention? The heroine has won every year because itâs women-only, and the original villainess didnât care about trivial things like baking. Now sheâs got a free pass to victoryâunless, of course, you do something about it."
You roll your eyes. Right, of course. But then, an idea hits you. Trey. Who needs to bake when you know the one person who could win with his eyes closed?
In this kingdomâs prestigious baking competition, there's one important loophole: while only women are allowed to officially compete, each contestant is permitted a single helper. Of course, most participants choose their helpers from other women to maintain the spirit of the tradition. However, thereâs nothing in therules that says it has to be a woman.
The heroine, ever the strategic darling, has chosen none other than the Sixth Male Lead as her helperâan aspiring nobleman known for his meticulous manners and refined taste. His calm demeanor and careful attention to detail make him a safe bet, and you overhear the heroine boasting that, with his assistance, her victory is all but guaranteed.
Yeah, not this year.
Instead of following tradition, youâve asked Trey to be your helper. Trey Cloverârenowned for his skill in the kitchen, and quite possibly the one person who could bake the heroineâs smug little plans into pie. The original villainess never cared enough to bother with this competition, which gave the heroine free rein. But now? Now she has to face you, and by extension, Trey.
And Trey Clover doesnât play for second place when it comes to sweets.
Later that day, you find Trey in the gardens, tending to some herbs. He looks up, giving you that calm, friendly smile. "Need something?"
"Yeah, actually. Thereâs a baking competition coming up," you say nonchalantly, "and I need to win."
Trey raises an eyebrow. "I thought it was women-only?"
You shrug. "It is, but I thought you could, you know, help me win."
He chuckles, brushing some dirt off his hands. "What kind of help are we talking?"
"Let's just say," you grin, "weâll be making a dessert so good that even the Empress and Emperor will swoon. And if sister dearest happens to cry... well, that's just a bonus."
Trey looks amused but intrigued. "Alright, Iâm in. Letâs see what we can whip up."
The day of the competition arrives, and as expected, the heroine is floating around the kitchen like she owns the place. You catch a glimpse of her smug smile as she arranges her ingredients, clearly confident that victory is hers.
Little does she know.
You and Trey work quietly, making an intricate dessert that smells so good even the judges start peeking over your shoulder. Itâs a delicate mille-feuille with layers of crisp pastry, rich cream, and fresh fruit, and the entire hall is already filled with its tantalizing aroma.
"Are you sure you want to go this hard?" Trey asks, smirking as he plates the dessert. "This might be overkill."
You laugh. "Overkill is the goal."
As the competition moves forward, you notice the heroine starting to fidget. Her confidence wavers when she sees your masterpiece, and by the time judging begins, sheâs outright glaring at you.
The Empress and Emperor sit at the head of the table, and when your dessert is placed in front of them, you watch as they take a bite. First, thereâs silence. Then, the Empress closes her eyes, a look of pure bliss on her face.
The Emperor leans back, sighing deeply. "This... this is incredible."
Even the Prince, sitting beside them, takes a bite and pauses. He leans in toward you with a subtle smile. "Such talent... A skillful partner would be quite the asset to the royal family."
You raise an eyebrow but smile politely.
"While I appreciate the compliment, Your Highness, Iâm not interested in marriage at the moment. My hands are quite full with other matters."
The Prince looks mildly disappointed, but the Empress shoots him a warning glance, and he wisely backs off. You can feel the heroine seething from across the room.
Then, Riddle, whoâs been observing the competition from the side, steps up to taste your creation. He takes a small, cautious biteâand his entire face lights up. His normally stern expression softens, and he looks so genuinely pleased that you canât help but feel a little flustered yourself. Who knew Riddle could be this cute?
"This is... delightful," he says quietly, and for a moment, you forget about the competition entirely.Â
"Glad you like it," you say, your voice a little softer than you intended.Â
Ace nudges you from the side, wiggling his eyebrows. "You blushing? Never thought I'd see the day."
"Shut up," you hiss back, feeling your face heat up even more.
Meanwhile, the heroine, who has been watching the whole scene, looks on the verge of tears. As the judges declare you the winner, she loses her composure entirely and storms out of the hall, sniffling dramatically.
Ace bursts into laughter. "Wow, you really made her cry, huh? Iâm loving this!"
Deuce, more concerned, pats you on the back. "Well... at least you won the competition?"
You smirk, satisfied. "Yeah, Iâd say that went pretty well."
As you leave the competition hall, your system chimes in again.
"Villain System: Quest complete! 100 Villain Points awarded."
"System: Iâll be honest. I wasnât expecting you to fluster Riddle like that, but hey, bonus points for making the Prince back off too. Well played. +25 points"
Villain Points: 625. 375 points left till freedom.
You had to do something about the funny little flips your heart did when you even dared to glance at Riddle and so here you were, dramatically declaring a âStrategy Meetingâ with Trey, Cater, Ace, and Deuce. You had even assigned rolesâlike some kind of overly elaborate battle planâbecause, in your mind, this was war. And the enemy? Your increasingly uncontrollable feelings for a certain redheaded, rule-abiding, perfectionist nobleman.
You stood at the head of the table like a general ready to command the troops, but instead of warriors, you had your collection of questionable allies. Trey and Cater were lounging comfortably, while Ace and Deuce seemed entirely too excited about the prospect of scheming.
âAlright,â you began, pacing in front of the group. âHereâs the deal. I think I like Riddle.â
You were met with silence at first. Then, Ace broke into the most ridiculous grin. âPfft, of course you do. Youâve been mooning over him for weeks now. Congratulations on finally catching up to reality!â
Deuce elbowed him. âHey, donât make fun of them! Itâs... uh... commendable that youâre so serious about it.â He gave you a sympathetic smile, like you were some kind of lovesick puppy.
Cater, who had been leaning back casually in his chair, gave you a teasing wink. âAww, our little villain is going soft. I guess all that sneaking tarts and saving him from certain doom finally got to you, huh?â
Trey, ever the calm and rational one, simply folded his arms and gave you a small smile. âWell, it makes sense. You two have spent a lot of time together. Heâs... a good guy. A bit high-strung, but good.â
You groaned, burying your face in your hands. âThis is not helpful. I need a plan, people! Riddleâs mom already thinks Iâm a conniving little troublemakerâhow am I supposed to make a good impression while also, you know... not being painfully awkward around him?â
Ace raised his hand dramatically like you were in the middle of a classroom. âSimple solution: you donât. Just be yourself. Heâs already used to your brand of chaos. Besides, you already saved him from his momâs sugar ban, so Iâd say youâre ahead of the game.â
Deuce nodded, adding, âYeah! Plus, youâre like, really smart and cool, so... youâve got this!â
âOkay, so,â Cater piped in, âin terms of strategy, you could always stage some grand gesture. I mean, Riddleâs all about tradition and propriety, right? What if youââ
Suddenly, a voice interrupted from behind you. âWhat are you all plotting now?â
You froze, spinning around to see none other than your mother, the Duchess, standing in the doorway with an amused look on her face. She had an uncanny talent for sneaking up on people.
âM-Mother! I, uh... itâs nothing serious. Weâre justââ
She raised an eyebrow, cutting off your fumbling explanation with a wave of her hand. âIf youâre scheming about Riddle Rosehearts, dear, you could use a bit more refinement. Fortunately for you, Iâve decided to assist.â
âWait, what?â You blinked at her, feeling like the ground had just shifted beneath you. âYouâre... helping me?â
She gave you a knowing smile. âWell, itâs about time someone showed that other daughter of mine what true charm looks like. Youâve always been the more intelligent one.â
âUh... thanks?â You werenât quite sure how to respond to that.
Without another word, your mother turned to the butler who had been standing in the hallway. âMake sure everything is in place for dinner tonight. And do make certain the maids are aware of our... little plans.â
âYes, Your Grace,â the butler replied with a subtle bow before whisking away.
You stared after him, feeling both flustered and slightly panicked. âMother... what are you planning?â
âOh, donât worry,â she said with a mischievous glint in her eye. âItâs nothing too drastic. Just a little adjustment to how tonightâs dinner will go.â
That evening, you found yourself at the weekly gathering/dinner, sitting at the long, ornate table alongside your parents, Riddle, his mother, andâunfortunatelyâyour sister, who was already droning on about some utterly mundane topic that only she could make sound self-important.
And then, the plan began.
The maids moved around the table, loudly discussing their work. "Oh, our youngest lady is always so kind to us, isn't she? Such a breath of fresh air!"
"Yes, yes," another maid replied with an exaggerated nod. "And always so intelligent! Did you hear how she handled that situation at the garden party? Simply remarkable!"
Riddleâs mother perked up at the praise, her sharp gaze cutting from the maids to you, her expression intrigued. Your sister, on the other hand, looked like she was about to burst a blood vessel.
The butler, who had been refilling glasses, suddenly spoke up as well. "Ah, I must say, our young miss has shown extraordinary grace and poise recently. A true future lady of the house, if I may be so bold."
You were mortified. Your face felt like it was on fire, and you desperately tried to shrink into your seat. This was not what you had planned. You could feel Riddleâs eyes on you, and you were certain you were about to pass out from sheer embarrassment.
Your sister, however, could not stay silent. âExcuse me?â she snapped. âI donât know what all this nonsense is about, butââ
But the maids and butler kept going, seemingly oblivious to her anger. "Indeed, I canât think of anyone more suited to such a role!" one of the maids declared.
Riddleâs mother hummed thoughtfully, clearly impressed by the blatantâand likely orchestratedâpraise. âIt is quite rare to find such well-rounded young women these days,â she mused, looking at you with a glint of approval in her eyes. âPerhaps I should consider the advantages of such a match after all.â
You nearly choked on your drink. Riddle, across from you, was staring at his plate like he was trying to become one with it. He looked both horrified and... pleased? Maybe?
And just when you thought things couldnât get worse, Aceâbecause of course, it had to be Aceâleaned over and whispered loudly enough for everyone to hear, âHey, at least you know Riddle's mom doesnât hate you anymore. Progress!â
You shot him a glare, but the damage was done. Everyone at the table had heard, and Riddleâs mother raised a curious eyebrow at you both. You could practically feel Riddle sinking further into his seat.
The dinner continued with more awkward small talk, with your mother throwing in subtle digs at your sisterâs lack of... everything, while you tried your hardest not to combust from sheer humiliation.
But heyâif nothing else, at least Riddle wasnât the only one who felt like he needed to escape to the nearest corner. Small victories, right?
"System: Quest: Make Riddle Say Something Mean to Your Sister. Reward: 100 Points"
The system pings you with the next quest, and you almost laugh out loud. Get Riddle to say something mean to your sister? The guy whose idea of an insult is reminding someone to follow the rules more carefully? You know thisâll be near impossibleâhis mother raised him to be the picture of etiquette and politeness.
But, then again, opportunity tends to strike when you least expect it, and with your villain system, those moments come with a bit of flair.
It all starts innocently enough: horseback riding. Youâre a natural at it, of course, and as you effortlessly guide your horse around the course, your sister glares at you from the sidelines, arms crossed.
"Oh, how shocking," she drawls loud enough for everyone to hear. "A masculine activity. How unbecoming for a lady."
Before you can snap back, someone else beats you to it. "That's funny, I quite like horseback riding too," The Empress says, her voice as polite as ever but with just enough edge to make your darling sister freeze.
And when Riddle adds that he also enjoys horseback riding, you almost snort. Of course, he does. Riddle would have to enjoy something that involves strict rules and perfect posture.
Your sister's eyes flicker toward Riddle, suddenly aware that insulting horseback riding is not the wisest move when he is within earshot. She stammers, trying to recover. "IâI mean, I didnât say it was entirely inappropriate. Itâs justâ"
You just stare at her, subtly challenging her to continue. And she takes the bait.
Sensing an opportunity to show off, your sister decides to prove sheâs good at it too. "Iâll show you how a real lady rides a horse," she declares, moving to mount the closest horse. The horse, sensing the storm of bad vibes radiating from your sister, immediately snorts and takes a few steps back.
âSee, even the horse knows better,â Ace mutters behind you, earning a chuckle from Deuce. You canât help but grin.
Your sisterâs attempt to get on the horse is nothing short of a disaster. Her foot slips, her balance is off, and the horse finally has enough. In one swift move, it bucks her off before sheâs even properly seated, sending her tumbling to the ground in an undignified heap.
For a second, there's stunned silence. Then, in true âsisterâ fashion, she gets up, furious and embarrassed, and hits the horse on the flank.
Oh no. She did not just hit the horse.
Riddleâs face turns redânot his usual "Iâm about to scold you" red, but the kind of red that suggests a leviathan-level insult has just taken place. "What are you doing?" he snaps, shocking everyone in earshot. Even you pause, surprised.
You quickly recover, barely holding back your grin. You can already feel the points tallying up.
"That was completely uncalled for," Riddle continues, his voice icy. "You should apologize to the horse."
Your sister sputters, clearly not used to being reprimanded by someone like Riddle.
"IâI didnâtâ"
"Violence toward an innocent animal," the Emperor chimes in from his observation point, his tone dripping with disapproval. "Disgraceful behavior."
The Imperial Princess, who has been watching with her arms crossed, gives a snort of laughter. "Well, clearly not everyone can handle themselves with grace on horseback."
Your sister looks like sheâs about to implode, her cheeks burning redder than Riddle's hair. "I didnât meanâ"
"Please," Riddle says, cutting her off with a wave of his hand. "Letâs not make this any worse for yourself."
The system pops up again with a cheeky little message.
"+25 bonus points: The system respects that level of carnage. Well done."
Honestly, even you canât help but respect the sheer scale of the damage your sister just managed to cause to her own reputation in a matter of minutes.
Riddle, whoâs usually the epitome of control, saying something that mean? The Emperor, the Imperial Princess, and the Empress all scolding her? Itâs a beautiful mess, and youâll take the points with a smile.
Villain Points: 750. 150 points left till freedom
Youâre lounging in the courtyard, enjoying a rare moment of peace, when chaos inevitably strikes. You donât know why you thought you could have a quiet afternoon without something going wrong. The universe must have you on its watchlist, and today, it decided to throw a wrench in the form of Deuce Spade sprinting across the courtyard, holding a goose under his arm like some kind of barnyard Olympian.
The goose then shows a surprising amount of athleticism and manages to pivot in his arms and jump down.
âGET BACK HERE, YOU FEATHERED MENACE!â Ace screams behind him, waving what looks like a loaf of bread. You raise an eyebrow, confused but intrigued. âUh⌠do I even want to know?â
âTheyâre trying to catch the Duchessâs prized goose,â Cater pipes up, appearing out of nowhere. âIt escaped from the coop. Again.â
You squint at the scene unfolding before you, watching as Deuce trips over a bush, while grabbing its tail, sending both himself and the goose tumbling to the ground, feathers everywhere. The goose immediately makes a break for it, flapping wildly in your direction. You canât help itâsome deep, misguided instinct kicks in. You blame your duel with the chicken of doom. Must help friends! Must catch rogue poultry!
You leap to your feet, determination surging through you. This is it. This is your time to shine. You throw yourself at the goose, diving for it like a soccer goalie saving the game-winning shot.
And you miss. Not just missâyou whiff it entirely. Instead, you skid along the ground, getting a face full of dirt and grass. The goose, clearly uninterested in whatever heroic save you were attempting, runs straight towards the nearby rose bushes, where Riddle is calmly reading a book.
âGot it!â you yell, trying to recover from your very undignified position. You scramble to your feet and sprint towards the goose, not thinkingâabsolutely no thoughtsâjust vibes and feathers.
âSTOP THAT GOOSE!â you hear Deuce shout, which only makes you run faster.
But then⌠things go wrong. Horribly, hilariously wrong.
The goose, in a feat of poultry acrobatics, launches itself directly at Riddle. In a panic, you leap towards them, determined to protect Riddle from the poultry projectile. Unfortunately, in your zeal to save him, you overestimate your athletic prowess, launching yourself way too high and way too fast.
You soar right over the rose bushes. For a brief, glorious moment, you feel like youâre flying. Like Icarus, youâve flown too close to the sun.
And then gravity kicks in.
You crash into Riddle, knocking his book out of his hands as you both go down in a very undignified heap. Riddle lets out a startled yelp, and youâre pretty sure your entire life flashes before your eyes in that split second.
When the dust settles, youâre on the ground, somehow tangled up with both Riddle and the goose, who looks mildly offended by this whole debacle. You can barely process the pain in your elbow because, oh noâyouâve just tackled Riddle Rosehearts in broad daylight. Youâre doomed. Absolutely doomed.
Riddle, red-faced and thoroughly flustered, pushes himself up, brushing stray feathers off his jacket. âWhat in the worldâŚ?â
âI, uh⌠was trying to help?â you say weakly, still half-sprawled on the ground with the goose now comfortably perched on your back, like some sort of bizarre poultry crown.
Before Riddle can reply, Ace and Deuce finally catch up, breathless and thoroughly amused by the sight before them.
âNice one!â Ace cackles, doubling over with laughter. âI didnât think youâd go for the full-on tackle!â
âYeah, wow,â Deuce adds, clearly struggling to keep a straight face. âReally⌠really brave of you. Or maybe just⌠really dumb?â
Cater, meanwhile, is gleefully giggling during the entire thing. "I canât believe you almost took out Riddle over a goose!â Riddle glares at them, cheeks still a furious shade of pink. âThis is not funny. Someone could have been hurt!â
You finally manage to sit up, the goose still somehow perched atop your shoulder. You look up at Riddle, giving him a sheepish grin. âUh, well⌠thanks for breaking my fall?â
Riddle huffs, brushing dirt off his sleeves as he stands. âNext time, please consider not risking your life over poultry.â
âAw, donât be mad, Riddle,â Cater teases, still giggling. âOur hero here just wanted to protect you from the fierce Goose of Doom!â
Riddle shoots him a glare that could melt ice.
Ace leans over, giving you an exaggerated thumbs-up. âHonestly, this is peak comedy. I canât wait to see the look on Treyâs face when he hears about this.â
You groan, already feeling the embarrassment sink in. âJust⌠just help me up, please.â
Riddle offers you a hand, though he still looks like heâs debating whether to scold you or just cry. As he pulls you to your feet, the goose squawks indignantly, finally hopping off your shoulder to strut away, victorious.
âSee?â Ace says, still grinning like a fool. âThe goose is fine. No harm done.â
âNo harm,â Riddle repeats, looking at you with a sigh. âExcept perhaps to our dignity.â
You canât help but laugh at that, your cheeks burning. âYeah, well, dignity is overrated. At least we caught the goose⌠eventually.â
Riddle shakes his head, a small smile finally tugging at his lips. âNext time, letâs leave the heroics to someone a little more... suited for it, shall we?â
You nod, rubbing your sore elbow. âDeal. But if that goose comes at you again, Iâm not making any promises.â
Riddle just shakes his head, turning away to pick up his book. And he takes your hand and ties a handkerchief around a scratch you didnât even realize was bleeding. You can still hear the teasing laughs from Ace, Deuce, and Cater echoing in your ears, but you canât help the grin that tugs at your own lips.
Yeah, you mightâve girlbossed a little too close to the sun today. But at least you made Riddle smile and he held your hand!(kinda) . And, well, the goose is still alive, so thereâs that. Small victories.
"System: Quest: Become the Flower of the Ball. Reward: 50 Points"
The system's new quest pops up with a glorious pingâBecome the Flower of the Ball. Easy enough, right? Except, of course, your sister has always held that title. The "Flower of the Ball" is not just the prettiest person at the event; itâs the one who commands the room, whose influence and elegance leave everyone talking for weeks. And you? Well, with Cater on your side, youâre about to change that.
First step: rumors. Cater helps you work your way through the gossip circuit like a seasoned pro. With just a few whispered suggestions here and there, you have half the ball convinced that youâll be arriving in something that will make your sisterâs dress look like an afterthought.
Next, your motherâwhoâs never liked your adopted sister, mainly because of your father's favouritism âdoes her part by pulling the strings and reserving the best tailor exclusively for you. Your sister? Sheâs stuck with second-rate options, fuming in the background. By the time you step into the ball, you look absolutely perfect. The dress is a masterpiece of fabric and sparkle, the kind that makes everyoneâs heads turn the second you enter.
Cater sneaks by your side as you walk in. "Nailed it, babe," he whispers, giving you a wink. "They're already talking about how your dress makes you look like a literal god."
And indeed, the whispers from the crowd follow you like a wave. Mission accomplished.
Your sister, of course, tries to maintain her usual position of dominance. Sheâs chosen the 7th male lead as her escortâa decision that reeks of desperation since she couldn't snag a higher-ranked noble. You, meanwhile, had originally planned to attend with Ace and Deuce, they were your closest friends after all, just to keep things low-key. But before you can finalize that plan, Riddle appears, looking composed as ever, and offers you his arm.
"I thought it might be appropriate if you accompanied me," he says with a shy smile. "Since my fiancĂŠe has chosen to attend with someone else this evening."
You almost laugh. Of course, she has. She likely thought it would make her look more desirable, but now it's given you a perfect in. Going to the ball with Riddle is about as high-profile as it gets.
Your sisterâs eyes widen the moment she sees you walk in with him. Her expression morphs into barely-contained outrage, but before she can say anything, another bomb drops.
Riddleâs motherâstern and poised as alwaysâleans over to one of her confidantes and just loud enough for you and your sister to hear, says, "Well, perhaps this arrangement is for the best. It wouldnât be surprising if we reconsider the sister for our familiesâ union."
Cue dramatic gasp.
Your sisterâs face twists in horror, while the 7th male lead stands there, visibly confused as to why heâs even part of this drama. "Whatâwhat did she mean by that?!" your sister hisses, shooting daggers at you and Riddle.
You smile sweetly. "Oh, who knows? Perhaps she just appreciates my company more."
Before your sister can explode, the Imperial Princess herself enters the fray. Your sister, still seething, is barely holding it together when she steps forward to greet the Princess, but her curtsey is sloppy. The Princess raises an eyebrow, looking unimpressed. "Hmm, interesting technique," she says coldly, her eyes flicking to you with approval as you execute your bow with flawless grace.
Your sister sputters, trying to recover, but itâs too lateâthe Princessâ interest is already elsewhere. The rest of the ball quickly follows suit, flocking to your side. Riddle, ever the gentleman, offers you a subtle smile as the room begins to orbit around you instead of your sister.
And then, like clockwork, your sister makes yet another blunder. This time, itâs with the cutlery at the dinner table. The 7th male lead awkwardly copies her, both of them managing to insult half the table in the process. Youâd almost feel bad, but honestly, theyâre making it too easy.
The system, naturally, is having the time of its life. "+25 points: Honestly, this is comedy gold. Extra points for the mess."
You flash a victorious smile, knowing that by the end of the night, youâll be crowned as the new Flower of the Ballâyour sisterâs reign well and truly over.
Villain points: 825. 175 points to go.
Riddle wasn't quite sure when it happened. Maybe it had been a gradual realization, building slowly every time he saw you speak your mind with that sharp wit of yours, or maybe it was something that had struck him like a lightning bolt during a moment like thisâwatching you hold an entire room's attention, bright and confident in your own, distinct way.
You were just so... you. The way you spoke, that glint of mischief in your eyes whenever you were about to say something cleverâit was entirely captivating. It was easy to see why people were drawn to you, why they wanted to bask in your energy.
Right now, you were standing near the center of the room, laughing animatedly as you shared some story with your friends. Your expression was full of life, each gesture adding color to your words, your smile lighting up the whole space. Riddle couldnât help but find his gaze lingering on you, taking in every detail.
And then, out of nowhere, you turned your head, locking eyes with him across the room. For a split second, he felt his breath catch. He should look away, he told himself. But he couldn't. He was rooted in place as you spotted him.
Your face lit up even moreâif that was even possibleâand you raised your hand, giving him an enthusiastic wave, completely unabashed. There was something so genuine, so utterly you, in that wave. Your arm flailed just a little, and you were smiling so broadly, so openly, that you looked a little silly. But it didnât matter.
Because, in that moment, Riddle felt something click into place. He might like you. He might like you quite a lot, actually.
Without even thinking, Riddle found himself waving back, a small smile creeping onto his face. He felt warm, a strange fluttering sensation settling in his chest. He probably looked ridiculous, waving with that soft, dazed look in his eyes, but he couldnât bring himself to care.
You gave him a thumbs-up, your grin widening, and Riddle had to stop himself from laughing. His heart was pounding in his chest now, a warmth creeping up his neck, and the realization hit him with startling clarity: you made him feel light. You made him feel... happy, in a way he hadnât quite understood before.
He might have spent his whole life avoiding this kind of chaos, but when it came to youâwhen it came to your laughter, your brightness, your way of pulling him into your orbitâRiddle found he didnât mind the chaos at all.
In fact, he was pretty sure he was completely smitten with it.
"Villain System: New QuestâHumiliate the heroine in front of the heir to the throne, the First Princess. Reward: 100 Villain Points"
You read the message and resist the urge to sigh. Your sister is a piece of work, sure, but the system really seems hellbent on making her your eternal punching bag. But hey, if the system insists⌠who are you to resist?
As luck would have it, the annual hunt is coming upâan event where the bachelors of the court go off into the woods to prove their worth, while the bachelorettes sit around and gossip like they're at an overpriced brunch. However, this year, the Imperial Princess, renowned master swordswoman and all-around terrifying person, has decided to spice things up by organizing a competition of swordsmanship for the ladies.
Before the hunt and the competition officially start, it's tradition for those not participating in the hunt to present charms to their loved onesâlittle tokens of affection and support to tie onto their swords before they charge off to slaughter things in the woods. Itâs all very romantic, except, of course, when itâs you and your friends.
You've prepared four charms for Trey, Cater, Ace, and Deuce. Mostly because you know these four will be fighting like it's a matter of life or death (because, let's face it, itâs mostly about showing off at this point), and the least you can do is give them something to remind them not to do anything stupid and die.
You hand them out one by one, and each of them reacts in their own, very predictable way.
Cater takes his with a grin, twirling it between his fingers like itâs a prize from a carnival. "Aw, thanks, bestie! Now I have no choice but to win." He strikes a pose, charm held up as if heâs already envisioning the animal he's gonna get.
Deuce just flushes, taking the charm with both hands as if it's some sacred object. "I, uh, Iâll do my best!" he declares, looking both touched and slightly stressed by the responsibility youâve just put on him.
Ace rolls his eyes, snatching his charm like youâve just given him an extra chore. "Ugh, seriously? Now I gotta win for you?" He gives a dramatic sigh, but you can tell heâs secretly proud, especially with the way he ties it onto his sword with a flourishâmaking sure everyone nearby notices.
Trey, ever the gentleman, accepts his charm with a warm smile, nodding in thanks. "I appreciate it," he says, his tone so sincere you almost feel bad about how unserious the others are. "I'll try to bring back something worthy of this."
You wave them off with a grin. "Just try not to get yourselves killed, alright? I donât need the guilt."
They nod, though Ace gives you a playful smirk. "No promises, but hey, if I survive, I'll owe you one."
Youâre not entirely sure if thatâs comforting, but at least they seem motivated... in their own, ridiculous way.
But then comes the surprise: Riddle. Normally, Riddle doesnât accept charms from anyone. The whole court knows he rejects them all, your sisterâs included, and itâs practically common knowledge that theyâre engaged.
And yet, as youâre about to turn away, you feel someone tug gently on your sleeve.
You look back, and thereâs Riddle, cheeks tinged pink, looking almost⌠shy? âI⌠noticed you hadnât given me a charm,â he says, his voice quieter than usual.
Your heart skips a beat. Riddle? Asking you for a charm? You quickly pull out an extra special one youâd prepared just in case, trying not to look too smug as you hand it over. âOf course, I saved the best for last,â you tease.
He takes it with both hands, his blush deepening, and carefully ties it to his sword. "Thank you," he says, the sincerity in his voice making you feel just a little warm inside.
The time for the competition arrives after they leave and naturally, your sister finds this whole idea beneath her. Women should be "gentle and poised," she says, like she hasnât spent the last three months practicing how to flutter her eyelashes in just the right way to ensnare the nearest man.
Then she makes a godawful comment. "I'm sure I'm better than everyone here anyways."
The Princess's eye twitches at your sisterâs comment, and you can practically smell the impending doom. âIs that so?â she says, voice calm but sharp enough to cut glass. âThen perhaps youâd like to prove it.â
Your sister blinks, feigning innocence. âOh, but Your Highness, you're a general, a dame, it would hardly be fairââ
âNo, no,â you butt in, already feeling the villainous urge rising. You smile sweetly at the Princess, âIâll do it.â
Your sisterâs eyes widen, and you swear you see a flicker of fear. âYou?â
âYes, me.â You roll your wrist casually, like this is nothing. After all, youâve been secretly training with your mother(a former knight) for weeks. And letâs be realâif you can endure her strict-as-hell lessons without fleeing for your life, your sister stands no chance.
The crowd of onlookers murmurs, excited at the prospect of some royal drama. The Princess smiles approvingly. âVery well. Letâs see what youâre made of.â
The competition begins, and your sisterâoh, sweet, naive, overly-confident sisterâstruts up to the sparring ring like sheâs about to breeze through this. She hasnât even drawn her sword, too busy preening for the audience.
The Princess stands off to the side, arms crossed, clearly unimpressed. âWhenever youâre ready,â she says dryly.
Your sister scoffs, finally drawing her sword with confidence that stems from absolutely nothing tangible.. âThis wonât take long.â
It really doesnât.
You sidestep her first swing with ease, and she fumbles, her balance thrown off. Sheâs clearly never sparred against anyone with any actual skill, and it shows. You suppress a laugh, offering her a mockingly sweet smile. âHaving trouble?â
Her face flushes with anger, and she lunges again, this time with less grace and more brute force. You parry her strike effortlessly, spinning around her and tapping her shoulder lightly with your blade. âPoint.â
The crowd gasps, and you can practically feel Riddleâs mother watching you with approval from her seat. Your sister glares at you, red-faced and flustered. âThat was just luck,â she hisses.
âSure,â you reply, twirling your sword for added flair. âLetâs see if your luck improves.â
Spoiler: it doesnât.
By the end of the match, your sister is out of breath, red-faced, and thoroughly humiliated. You, on the other hand, havenât even broken a sweat. The Princess claps her hands together, beaming. âWell done! I think that settles the matter.â
Your sister looks like sheâs about to cry, and you canât resist twisting the knife just a little. âMaybe next time, youâll think twice before insulting women who actually know how to use a sword.â
The Princess snorts.
By the time the bachelors return from the hunt, everyoneâs gathered around to see who brought back the biggest game. As expected, Ace and Deuce present their game to you: Theyâd both managed to snag huge wolvesâboth proud and slightly smug. Cater hands you his deer with a wink and a grin. Even Trey, with his calm composure, looks pleased as he hands over his bear.
And then, to everyoneâs shock, Riddle approaches. Heâs carrying what is clearly the biggest game of the day,a bear��and a lion, and as he presents it to you, the whole crowd falls silent.
Your sister looks absolutely mortified. The other male leads, meanwhile, are either empty-handed or have brought back something pathetically small in comparisonâa rabbit here, a pheasant there. But Riddle? Riddle has the prize catch, and heâs offering it to you, her sister who just humiliated her in front of the entire royal court.
The center of attention, you smile graciously as you accept the game, thanking him softly. The crowd erupts into whispers, all eyes on you and Riddle. Your sister looks like she wants to crawl into a hole and disappear, and you canât help but feel just a little triumphant.
Meanwhile, the system chimes in:
"Villain System: Quest complete! 100 Villain Points awarded"
"Villain System: Bonus reward! 50 Villain Points awarded.
System: I wasnât expecting you to charm all of the top hunters into giving you their game⌠but hey, overachieving is such a villainous trait. Well done."
You nearly roll your eyes at the systemâs snarky tone. Of course it would reward you for accidentally out-villaining yourself. But hey, whoâs going to complain about extra points?
Villain points: 975. 25 points to go, you're so close.
It was a peaceful afternoon in the garden, one of those rare moments where you and Riddle had a quiet space to just⌠exist. He was sitting across from you, his face slightly softened from its usual stern expression. The hedgehogs nearby were doing hedgehog things, oblivious to the world.
"I suppose itâs something I donât talk about often," Riddle started, his voice softer than usual, like he was letting you into a part of himself he kept locked away. "My mother was strictâis strict. Everything had to be perfect. The rules, the grades, my behavior⌠there was no room for failure. Not even a sliver."
You nodded, already knowing this story from your countless hours reading the webnovel. But hearing it from him directly? It hit differently.
"I wasn't allowed to have friends or play outside. My entire childhood was about memorizing rules and doing things perfectly," he continued. His eyes stayed on the hedgehogs, but his expression grew distant, lost in the painful memories. "Every mistake I made was a punishment⌠every misstep was a disappointment."
You could feel the lump forming in your throat. Here it comes. The part that always got you while reading.
"But the worst part," Riddle whispered, his voice almost cracking, "was that I started to believe I wasnât good enough⌠not for her, not for anyone."
That was it. The dam broke.
You tried to keep it togetherâyou really didâbut the sheer weight of Riddleâs story, the pain in his voice, it hit you like a sledgehammer to the chest. You started sniffling. And then⌠it escalated.
Youâre not just crying; youâre ugly crying. Weâre talking snot, hiccups, the whole I-will-not-survive-this package.
And then, in between gasps, you suddenly blurt out, "I swear... I SWEAR, Iâll get revenge for you! No one will survive my wrath!" You shake your fist to the sky like youâre about to start a one-person war against his emotionally distant mother.
Riddle looks at you, eyes wide with shock. He hadnât expected this. No one had. Not even you.
"Are you⌠are you crying?" he asked, sounding both bewildered and concerned, because letâs face it, you were making sounds that werenât even human anymore. Somewhere between a hiccup, a wail, and a seal being slapped.
"Y-YES!" you sobbed, wiping your face with the sleeve of your shirt, which didnât help because now you just had tear-streaked sleeves and a snotty nose. "IT'S SO SAD!"
Riddle blinked, completely caught off-guard. âItâs⌠itâs not thatââ
By this point, you were full-on hysterical, tears streaming down your face as you flailed around in righteous fury. Riddle just sat there, completely overwhelmed. He had expected maybe a few words of sympathy, a comforting pat on the shoulder. What he hadn't expected was for you to declare full-scale emotional war on his behalf.
Riddle, for his part, was speechless. And also⌠redder than his hair.
He cleared his throat, shifting in his seat awkwardly. "I⌠appreciate the sentiment, butâ"
"No, Riddle!" you cut him off, wiping your nose aggressively with your sleeve again. "You deserve someone who loves you without conditions! And Iâm going to make sure the world knows it!" You stood up dramatically, only to trip over a rock, stumble, and fall back into your seat. "Ow."
Riddle, despite the chaos, couldnât help but let out a soft chuckle at your sheer determinationâand the fact that you were still crying while swearing vengeance. It was⌠endearing, in a very chaotic, unpredictable way.
You, however, were still in your feelings. "I canât believe your mom! Iâmâsniffleâgonna burn her rulebook. Watch me."
Riddle, who had started the conversation with the intention of sharing something personal, now found himself caught in a whirlwind of emotions he didnât know how to handle. But⌠somehow, through your teary declarations of revenge and your intense empathy, he couldnât help but feel something stir inside him.
He looked at youâyour face blotchy, your eyes puffy, your determination unwavering despite the fact that you were an absolute messâand he realized that you werenât crying just because you felt bad. You were crying because you cared. Like, really cared.
His heart skipped a beat. Maybe⌠maybe you were the kind of person who could see past all his rules and expectations and justâfeel for him. No judgment. Just empathy.
"I⌠I didnât realize it would make you so upset," he said quietly, a soft smile pulling at his lips. "But thank you. Really."
Through your sniffling, you managed to nod and offer a watery smile. "Itâs not fair. You deserve better, Riddle. I mean it."
And with that, Riddle found himself falling just a little harder for youâugly crying and all.
Itâs a regular afternoon tea party, the sun is shining, the birds are chirping, and your sister is⌠making out with the eighth male lead in broad daylight behind a rose bush.
Ah. Classy.
You had only wandered over to sneak a mini ĂŠclair when you caught them. Whatâs worse is they werenât even being subtleâlike, they might as well have put up a sign that says, âWeâre Ruining Our Reputations Here.â
Shocked beyond measure, you accidentally let out the loudest and most undignified gasp. Itâs so loud that the entire tea party freezes mid-sip. Cups stop midair, all eyes turn to you like youâve just declared war on the empire.
âDid someone choke on a scone?â Trey asks, concerned, already standing to assess the pastry crisis.
You try to subtly redirect everyoneâs attention back to their tea, but itâs too late. The damage is done. The Imperial Princess, the Empress, the First Prince, the Emperor, Riddle, your parents, Trey, Cater, Ace, Deuce, and Riddleâs momâall eyes are now locked on you and the unfortunate scene happening behind you.
Your sister and the eighth male lead pop their heads out of the bushes like deer caught in headlights, looking horrified. The heroine, of course, immediately bursts into tears. âI canât believe you! How could you ruin my private moment!â she wails, mascara already running.
You blink. "Private? You were basically holding auditions for 'Romeo and Juliet' in front of the entire garden."
"Enough!" The Empress's voice cuts through the chaos like a sword. She glares at your sister, then glances at you for an explanation. You're about to open your mouth whenâ
"An outrage!" The Imperial Princess thunders, stepping forward with the grace of a tiger ready to pounce. "Is this what passes for decorum these days?"
Before you can even begin to process the incoming storm, your sister points her trembling finger at you. âItâs her fault! SheâSheâs been plotting against me this whole time! She wanted to embarrass me!â
You raise an eyebrow, utterly deadpan. âBy forcing you to lock lips with the eighth male lead in broad daylight? Wow, my plans are so intricate even I donât understand them anymore.â
Ace is snickering so loudly into his teacup that heâs shaking, and Deuce is doing his best to hold back tears of laughter. Caterâs trying to stay neutral, but even heâs got a lopsided grin.
Riddle, on the other hand, looks like heâs trying to create a new spell that will instantly smite him while his mother⌠well, his mother seems like sheâs gonna cut someone.
Riddleâs mom, the always composed Lady Rosehearts, steps forward, glancing at your sister with such a cold expression that you could swear the temperature drops five degrees. âThis engagement," she begins icily, "will not proceed. If there is to be any union between our families, it will be with someone more appropriate." She then turns her gaze to you. âSomeone like you.â
Cue a choking noise from Riddle, who looks ready to faint on the spot. His cheeks turn red as he stares wide-eyed at his mother, clearly having not expected this. Treyâs eyes widen too, but he quickly coughs into his fist to hide a smirk. Ace elbows Deuce with barely concealed glee.
âU-Um, Mother?â Riddle manages to stutter out. âWhat⌠what do you mean?â
His mother gives him a rather smug look, clearly having already made up her mind. âI mean that if this union is to benefit both families, it would be much more suitable for you to marry someone with intelligence, grace, and⌠a bit of common sense. Someone who hasnât made a public fool of themselves.â Her eyes drift back to your sister, who is now dramatically sobbing into her hands.
Your father looks like heâs just been hit by a runaway carriage, staring in horror at the scene unfolding before him. âLady Roseheartsâsurely this is a misunderstandingââ
Riddleâs mom raises a hand. âIf there is to be any marriage, it will be between my son and your younger daughter. Or,â she adds sharply, âthere will be no marriage at all.â
You stand there, blinking at the whirlwind you just caused by gasping too loudly at your sisterâs terrible decision-making skills. You glance at your mom, who has her face buried in her hands. But when she peeks through her fingers, you see the slight glint of satisfaction in her eyes. Sheâs pretending to be scandalized, but deep down⌠sheâs absolutely living for this. You know she's elated that you got your guy.
The Emperor himself clears his throat, trying to restore order to the royal circus. âWell, this is⌠unprecedented,â he says, diplomatically, though thereâs a slight twitch in the corner of his mouth, like heâs holding back laughter.
Your sister, meanwhile, continues her sobbing performance, practically flinging herself into your fatherâs arms. âPapa, how can they treat me like this?! You always told me Iâm the heroine!â
You try to hide your grin. âHeroine of a tragedy, maybe.â
âEnough!â Your father groans, looking utterly defeated. âYouâve done enough damage, girl.â
Riddle reluctantly speaks up. âI⌠I suppose Mother has made her decision.â His voice wavers a bit, and for a moment, he seems like he might collapse under the weight of all this sudden attention. But then, his eyes meet yours. And despite the chaos, despite his mortification, thereâs a small, shy smile on his face.
âYou,â he begins hesitantly, âyou wouldnât⌠mind this arrangement, would you?â
You laugh softly, glancing at the ridiculous mess that was this tea party. âHonestly? I'm quite fond of you so, why not?â
Ace lets out a snort of laughter, while Cater gives you a double thumbs-up from across the table. Trey just smiles warmly, giving you an approving nod. Even Lady Rosehearts looks somewhat satisfied.
The system, not one to miss an opportunity, dings in your head again.
"Villain System: New achievement unlocked! Engagement broken! Also⌠bonus points for making a royal spectacle of it. 100 Villain Points awarded."
With this, you're free from the system. Maybe it's time to retire your villain act.
You nearly burst into laughter at the absurdity of it all. But for now, you simply give Riddle a small, reassuring smile.
âWell,â you say, âguess weâve got some wedding planning to do.â
It was a grand banquet, the kind where you could practically smell the prestige in the air. The Imperial Family was seated at the head of the table, all regal in their elegance. You were just trying not to trip over your own shoes and embarrass yourself in front of the Empress again.
Riddle, of course, was the epitome of decorum. Every movement was precise, every word carefully measured. Untilâjust as he went to refill the First Princeâs wine glassâhis hand slipped ever so slightly. The tiniest splash of wine splattered onto the pristine tablecloth. It was so small you wouldâve missed it if you werenât watching him so intently.
But Riddle noticed. Oh, did he notice.
His face immediately paled like heâd just seen a ghost wearing polka dots, and his eyes darted across the table to where his mother sat. Lady Rosehearts was blissfully unaware, engaged in conversation with the Emperor, but Riddle looked like he was about to meet his maker.
You could almost hear his internal screams.
To anyone else, it was a non-event. But to Riddle, this was a catastrophe of the highest order. You could practically feel him sweating next to you, despite his rigid posture.
Time to act.
âOh no!â You gasp dramatically, standing up and pointing directly at yourself. âI canât believe I just did that!â
Everyone at the table stopped and stared, clearly wondering what on earth you were talking about. Even the Empress raised an eyebrow, a mix of confusion and mild amusement flickering on her face.
Riddle blinked, looking at you like you had just spontaneously grown a second head. âWhatâŚ?â
You plopped down a napkin over the tiny splash of wine, covering the evidence. âIâI accidentally knocked the bottle when Riddle was pouring!â you announce loudly, offering a sheepish smile. âIâm so sorry, Your Highnesses. How embarrassing.â
The Empress smiled indulgently. âItâs quite all right, dear. Such things happen.â
Lady Rosehearts glanced over at the napkin-covered spot and frowned slightly, but then she looked back to you and said, âNo harm done.â
Meanwhile, Riddleâs face was a mix of confusion, shock, andâwas that gratitude? He blinked again, still processing what just happened. His mother hadnât even glanced at him in disapproval, and now you were taking the fall for a spill no one really noticed.
As the conversation around the table resumed, Riddle leaned in close, whispering under his breath, âWhy would you do that?â
You grinned and shrugged. âBecause Iâve got a heart of gold, obviously. And I quite like you, you knowâ
Before Riddle could respond, Ace, who had been watching the whole debacle with barely restrained glee, leaned over from his spot across the table. âYouâre down so horrendously,â he said, just loud enough for you and Riddle to hear.
You shot him a look. âYouâre just mad you donât have someone as gracious as me taking the fall for youâ
Ace wiggled his eyebrows. âMaybe, but at least I donât go taking the fall for my fiancĂŠ before weâre even married.â
Riddle flushed a bright red. âIâIâthis isnâtââ
You laugh, leaning back in your chair. âYou know, Ace, sometimes you just have to be a hero.â
âSure, âhero,ââ Cater chimed in, leaning in on the action with a smirk. âOr, you know, simp of the year.â
Riddle, still flustered, shoots both of them a glare, but you can tell heâs secretly relieved. The impending doom of his motherâs wrath was averted, all thanks to your impromptu performance.
With a small sigh, he finally mutters, âThank you,â so softly you almost miss it.
You give him a wink and lean back in your chair, feeling pretty pleased with yourself. âAnytime, partner.â
Ace nudges Deuce. âYou think we should get them âWorldâs Greatest Simpâ matching mugs for the wedding?â
Deuce shrugs. âI think itâd be cute.â
Riddle buries his face in his hands. "Please, spare me."
But the corners of his mouth are lifting, just slightly.
It happened when you decided to climb the academy's tallest tree. It was a brilliant idea in your mindâafter all, youâd just spotted an adorable sparrow nest precariously hanging from one of the highest branches. Rescue mission mode engaged.
The execution? Less brilliant.
You were halfway up, dangling from a particularly wobbly branch, when you heard a very familiar voice calling your name from below.
âWHAT are you doing?â Riddleâs voice was half exasperated, half astonished.
You looked down (mistake) and saw Riddle, arms crossed, staring at you with a mix of bewilderment and that very specific âYouâre in troubleâ look he usually reserved for rule-breaking.
âIâuh,â you stammered, âIâm saving the sparrows?â
There was a long pause. Riddle blinked. âYou climbed that tree for sparrows?â
âLook, I know itâs a bitââ
âThatâs the dumbest thing Iâve ever heard,â Riddle interrupted, running a hand down his face. âDo you even have a plan for getting down?â
â...Iâll figure that out later?â
Riddle pinched the bridge of his nose, muttering something under his breath that sounded suspiciously like âOf course you will.â
By some miracle (or the sheer force of your chaotic will), you managed to secure the sparrow nest and shimmy your way down without falling to your doom. As soon as your feet hit the ground, you triumphantly held the nest up, smiling wide.
âSee? Mission accomplished!â
Riddle just stared at you, mouth slightly open, as if he couldnât believe what he was seeing. Then, out of nowhere, he laughedâa soft, bewildered laugh that grew louder the more he looked at you, dirt-covered and grinning like an idiot.
âYouâŚâ he started, shaking his head with a small, fond smile, âYouâre such an idiot.â
You blinked, caught off guard by his words. âIâhey!â
âNo, really,â he continued, stepping closer, eyes full of amusement. âYouâre reckless and absurd and you do things like climbing trees to save sparrows and covering for me in front of the imperial family without thinking it through.â
You frowned, feeling a bit defensive. âWell, someone has toââ
âAnd yetâŚâ His voice softened, and suddenly he was close, much closer than you expected. His gaze locked onto yours, and you felt your heart skip a beat. âAnd yet⌠I donât think I could imagine my life without you.â
Your brain took a second to catch up. âWait, what?â
Riddle took a breath, as if bracing himself, and then met your eyes with the most serious expression youâd ever seen on him. âIâm saying that Iââ he hesitated, his cheeks turning pink, but his voice was steady, âIâm in love with you.â
You stood there, stunned, staring at him in complete disbelief. Riddle Rosehearts just confessed his love to you.
ââŚEven after all the dumb stuff?â you asked, still processing.
Riddle laughed again, that soft, endearing laugh that made your heart flip. âEspecially after all the dumb stuff.â
There was a beat of silence where you just stared at each other, and for once, your usually silly brain kicked into overdrive. You stepped closer, leaning in with a sudden smoothness you didnât even know you were capable of.
âWell,â you said, your voice dropping to a low murmur as you tilted your head toward him, âlucky for you⌠Iâm your idiot.â
And before Riddle could even respond, you kissed him.
It was soft, and sweet, and everything perfect. For a moment, Riddle was so surprised he froze, but then he melted into it, his hand gently cupping your face like heâd been waiting forever to do this.
When you pulled back, Riddle was completely flustered, his face red as a tomato, but there was a dazed smile on his lips. âThat⌠That was unfair.â
You grinned, leaning your forehead against his. âYou love it.â
Riddle shook his head, still smiling. âI really do.â
And from that moment on, it was clear: you may be the academyâs resident chaos agent, but you were his chaos agent, and he wouldnât have it any other way.
You finally got a private moment to yourself. It was time to say goodbye to the villain system that you may or may not have gotten fond of.
The notification flashed across your vision, blindingly bright:
[Congratulations! Youâve accumulated enough points to finally say goodbye to the system.]
You blinked. "Wait⌠really? I can finally get rid of you?"
[Yes. Itâs been a wild ride, hasnât it?]
Wild ride was an understatement. The system had dragged you through schemes, quests, and enough drama to fill a ten-season TV show, all for the purpose of toppling your sister's reign of terror. And now, at long last, you were free.
"...So that's it?" you asked. "No final boss fight? No sudden plot twist where you take over my body and reveal youâre the real villain?"
There was a pause before the next notification popped up.
[Actually... about that plot twist...]
You groaned. "I knew it. What is it this time? Are you an evil AI? A demon? Oh God, please tell me youâre not my fairy godmother in disguise."
[Iâm⌠actually the original villainess.]
You stared at the screen for a solid five seconds. "...What."
[Yeah. You, uh, you kinda possessed me.]
You blinked rapidly, your brain short-circuiting. "WHAT?!"
[I was the original villainess of this world. The real one. You didnât just get isekaiâd into some random character. You got me, because I wanted you]
"Oh my God," you muttered. "Youâve been here the whole time?"
[Yup. Watching you fumble around like an idiot. No offense.]
"None taken, but wowâuh, okay," you said, rubbing your forehead. "So Iâve just been⌠helping you take revenge on your sister this whole time?"
[Well, duh.] The system sounded almost smug. [She tormented me horrifically when I was still alive. Thatâs why I pushed you to make her life miserable. I wanted justice.]
"Justice," you repeated, thinking back to all the chaos, sabotage, and general insanity. "That was justice?"
[Look, we both know she deserved it.]
You couldnât exactly argue with that. "I mean, fair. So what now? You just leave?"
There was a long pause before the system replied.
[Well... you actually have more points than you need. You can buy my identity if you want. Get the full story. You know, if you're curious.]
You hesitated for a second, but then shrugged. "Eh, why not. Hit me with it."
The system pinged, and suddenly, memories flooded your mindâher memories. You saw everything: her upbringing, her struggles, how she had tried so hard to be perfect for her family, only for her sister to constantly outshine her. You saw the cruel way her sister belittled her, humiliated her in front of the court, all while smiling sweetly to the outside world.
And then⌠the tragic ending, where the villainess was cast aside, labeled a monster, and killed.
By the end of it, you felt like youâd been punched in the gut.
"Oh, wow," you whispered. "She really was awful to you."
[Told you.]
"Man⌠Iâm so sorry," you said, your voice softening. "You went through all that, and then you ended up stuck with me."
[Honestly? It was kinda fun watching you screw up everything at first.] The systemâs tone was teasing now, but there was an undeniable warmth underneath it. [But you did a good job. Better than I ever did. You were a little unhinged, but hey, thatâs probably why I liked you.]
You couldnât help but laugh. "Thanks, I guess? I tried my best."
[You did more than that.] There was a strange fondness in the systemâs voice. [You turned this whole world upside down. You made people laugh, cry, and probably question their sanity. Honestly, I couldnât have asked for a better revenge.]
For a moment, you felt a lump form in your throat. "So⌠what now? Do you just disappear?"
[Yeah. Itâs time for me to move on. But⌠hey, Iâm rooting for you. Go live your best life. Be happy. And if you ever need to knock your sister down a peg, do it in style. For me.]
You smiled, blinking away the sudden wetness in your eyes. "You bet I will. And heyâwherever you go, I hope you get to relax for once. You deserve it."
[Pfft, I doubt it, but thanks.]
There was a brief pause, then another notification popped up.
[Goodbye, little reader. Itâs been real. And rememberâalways aim for the drama. It makes life more interesting.]
With that, the screen dimmed, and the system was gone.
You stared at the empty space where the notifications used to be. "Aim for the drama, huh?" you muttered, a grin tugging at your lips. "Well, I guess thatâs one thing Iâm good at."
As you turned around, ready to move forward without the system hovering over
you, you felt something. A strange, gentle sensation, like the faintest brush of a breeze, except it wasnât just that. It was warmer, more personal, and⌠oddly comforting.
It took a second, but then it hit you. "Waitâ"
You froze, your breath catching in your throat. Was thisâ?
It was as if the original villainess was giving you a ghostly hug. Soft, delicate, but so real you could almost feel her presence.
Tears welled up in your eyes, completely out of nowhere. You werenât supposed to feel emotional! Not over a systemâno, not just a systemâa person who had suffered more than you ever realized.
"I⌠Iâm sorry I couldnât fix everything for you," you whispered, your voice cracking. "I tried, I really did, butâŚ"
You felt that warmth grow a little stronger, like she was reassuring you, telling you that you had done enough. More than enough. Maybe, in a way, youâd freed her. Given her peace.
The weight of that ghostly embrace made your heart swell, and before you could stop yourself, you started crying. Again. But not the ugly, chaotic crying from beforeâthis was softer, deeper. The kind of crying that cleansed your soul.
"Iâll do it," you whispered, tears rolling down your cheeks. "Iâll finish what I started. Iâll take her down. Not just for meâbut for you."
The presence seemed to linger for a moment longer, and then it was gone, leaving behind a quiet strength in its place.
You wiped your eyes, steeling yourself. The resolution hardened in your chest like iron. Everything you had been planning, all the revenge, the chaos you had been orchestrating, it wasnât just some game anymore. It was personal.
For her.
With a deep breath, you squared your shoulders and looked out toward the path ahead, a fire burning brighter than ever inside you.
"Iâll finish this," you muttered, fists clenching. "And itâs going to be beautiful."
And with that, you walked forward, no longer just a reader in someone elseâs story.
This time, you were the one in control.
The day of your wedding to Riddle was perfect. Every detail was as if the universe had conspired to make sure nothing went wrong. The air was filled with the sweet scent of flowers, and laughter echoed throughout the grand venue. Your friends were all there, supporting youâAce and Deuce bickering over who looked better in their suits, Cater contantly checking if everything was aesthetically pleasing, and Trey managing everything behind the scenes with his usual calm, though you caught him grinning at you more than once, proud as ever. Even Che'nya had shown up, popping in and out of sight as he pleased, throwing teasing remarks at anyone who passed by.
Your sister, however, was absolutely seething. She stood stiffly, dressed impeccably, but with a scowl that could burn down the entire venue. You knew she was fuming because she had always imagined herself in your place, standing beside Riddle. Too bad for herâyou had the upper hand now.
You glanced at her briefly as you passed by, a wicked smile tugging at your lips. âDidnât think youâd have the guts to show your face here. I almost admire it,â you whispered sweetly as you walked past her, arm in arm with Riddle.
She opened her mouth to retort, but before she could get a word out, you tossed one last barb. âDonât worry, Iâll make sure to toss my bouquet to you. Maybe you'll get married next? You know, if they can find someone that can stand you?â
Riddle squeezed your hand as if to remind you to behave, but even he had a hint of a smirk on his face. Your friends snickered behind you, and Che'nya, perched casually on a railing, added a quiet, âOof, thatâs gotta sting.â
The ceremony itself was beautiful. Riddle stood there looking like heâd stepped out of a fairytale, his usually stern face softened by the moment. As you exchanged vows, there was a lightness to the air that made everything feel surreal. You could see how much he cared in the way his hands trembled ever so slightly when he held yours.
Ace, unable to help himself, whispered loudly, âYou sure Riddle isnât going to pass out from the nerves?â
Deuce elbowed him, but you could barely hold back a laugh. Even Riddle blushed a bit, shooting a glare at Ace but unable to hide his own amusement.
When it was time for the reception, the fun really kicked off. Che'nya gave a surprisingly emotional speechâwell, for him at least, as he vanished mid-sentence and then reappeared to finish his speech. Trey quietly made sure everything ran smoothly, even sneaking a slice of cake for you before the official cake-cutting, while Ace and Deuce took over the dance floor with some wild moves that had everyone laughing. Cater even got caught spiking the drinks and you couldn't help but laugh.
After the wedding, the sun was beginning to set, casting a warm, golden light over the celebration. Everything had gone smoothly, almost too smoothly. Even Riddleâs mother, who was notoriously hard to please, had remained poised and polite throughout. But you knew there was still unfinished business, and the weight of it settled heavily on your chest.
Youâd seen the way she treated Riddle for yearsâthrough the pages of the webnovel and now, up close. Sure, she liked you, had even hinted at being pleased with your match to Riddle, but that didnât erase the years of pressure and manipulation she had placed on him. The burden he had carried because of her was too great to ignore, and today, of all days, you were not going to let it slide.
You spotted her near the garden fountain, quietly observing the festivities. For a moment, she looked almost serene, her icy exterior softened by the beautiful day. But that didnât change how you felt.
Taking a deep breath, you walked over. "Lady Rosehearts," you began, your voice steady but laced with unspoken tension.
She turned to you, a smile on her lips. "Ah, my dear. You were magnificent today. Truly the picture of grace and elegance. I couldn't have asked for a better match for my son."
Her words were warm, genuine even, but they only fueled the fire burning in your chest. You didnât respond right away, just stared at her, waiting for the right moment to unleash what youâd been holding in.
Finally, you spoke, your voice low. "I appreciate your kind words, but thereâs something I canât let go of." You stepped closer, eyes narrowing. "For years, youâve pushed Riddle to be perfect. You suffocated him with your expectations, and it hurt him. I canât stand by and let you pretend that didnât happen."
Lady Rosehearts blinked, caught off guard. She opened her mouth to respond, but you held up a hand.
"You like me, and Iâm grateful for that, but I love Riddle." Your voice wavered, not with fear, but with emotion. "And because I love him, I canât ignore the damage youâve caused. The pressure you put on him to be someone he wasnât. The way you never let him breathe. You may have done it out of love, but it hurt him."
She stared at you, the weight of your words sinking in. There was no immediate defense, no cold dismissal. She simply looked⌠surprised.
"IâŚ" she began, but faltered. "I thought I was doing what was best for him. I wanted him to succeed, to be respected."
"But at what cost?" you snapped, unable to hold back the edge in your voice. "You wanted him to be respected so much that you never let him make his own choices. He deserves to be happy. And he deserves your respect, not just as your son, but as a person."
The silence that followed was thick, almost suffocating. You could see the flicker of doubt in her eyes, the realization that perhaps, just perhaps, she hadnât done as well by Riddle as she thought.
Before she could respond, Riddle appeared beside you, having noticed the tension from across the garden. He stood tall, his usual calm demeanor in place, but you could sense the vulnerability beneath it.
"Mother," he said quietly, his voice steady but with a new strength behind it. "Sheâs right."
His mother turned to him, the surprise evident on her face. "RiddleâŚ"
"I know you wanted the best for me. I know you love me. But I needed more than just discipline and expectations. I needed to know that it was okay to be myself. To fail, even." He paused, and his eyes softened. "I love you, Mother. But you have to let me live my life. Iâm not a perfect image for you to sculpt."
The silence stretched on, thick with unspoken words. You held your breath, waiting for her reaction, unsure of what to expect. You had always imagined her to be unmovable, too set in her ways to ever change.
But then, her expression softened. She took a step toward Riddle, reaching out to place a hand on his arm. "I⌠didnât realize. I thought I was protecting you. But I see now that I may have been too harsh, too controlling." She paused, her gaze shifting between you and Riddle. "Youâre right. Both of you. And I am truly sorry."
You blinked, taken aback by the sincerity in her voice. This was not the cold, unyielding woman you had expected. There was genuine remorse in her eyes.
She turned to you, her tone softer. "Thank you. For helping him find his way. And for standing by his side."
For a moment, the three of you stood there, the weight of years of tension slowly lifting. It wasnât a perfect resolutionâyears of damage couldnât be erased with one conversationâbut it was a start.You sighed, the anger that had been simmering inside you finally ebbing away. "I only did what anyone who loves him would do," you said, glancing at Riddle with a soft smile.
Riddleâs mother nodded, and though her usual composure was still in place, there was a warmth in her expression that you hadnât seen before. "Then Iâm glad he found someone like you." But you saw her expression crack a little and so did Riddle.
Then, Riddle, ever the perfect son, stepped forward. "Mother, itâs alright." His voice was soft, vulnerable in a way you hadnât often seen. He reached out and offered her something you never expectedâa hug.
For a moment, she hesitated. Then, slowly, she stepped into his embrace, her arms wrapping tightly around him. It was quiet, emotional, andâbefore you knew itâyou were also pulled into it.
The warmth of the group hug surrounded you, Riddleâs mother surprisingly holding you a little tighter than you expected, as if silently acknowledging the forgiveness Riddle was able to give because of your presence by his side.
She then pulled away, wiped her tears and wiped the tears that you didn't realize were falling from your eyes either. "Congratulations, again, I'm proud of you both" was all she said as she turned to leave.
As she stepped away, leaving you and Riddle alone in the garden, you let out a long breath, feeling a sense of closure you hadnât expected.
Riddle turned to you, his expression soft and full of gratitude. "Thank you," he said quietly. "For standing up for me. For everything."
You smiled, reaching out to take his hand. "You donât need to thank me. Weâre in this together, remember?"
He squeezed your hand gently, his usual stoic expression melting away into something softer, more vulnerable. "I know. And I wouldnât have it any other way."
From across the garden, you saw Trey and Che'nya watching, Trey giving a subtle nod of approval, while Che'nya grinned, undoubtedly waiting to pounce with some teasing remark later.
But for now, you just stood there with Riddle, the weight of the day finally settling in. Youâd wonâboth the battle for his heart and the battle for his freedom. And in that moment, everything felt right.
The courtroom was packed, filled with nobles from all across the empire. This was the moment youâd been waiting for, orchestrated with the help of your closest friends: Treyâs calm, methodical planning, Caterâs relentless information gathering, Ace and Deuceâs enthusiasm (and occasional chaos), and, of course, Riddle, who stood by your side, his presence a steady reassurance.
Your sister stood at the center of attention, oblivious to the storm about to hit. For years, she had manipulated and destroyed anyone who dared stand in her way. She thought she was untouchable, the darling of the nobility, admired and respected. But you knew the truth, and so did everyone in this room, thanks to the carefully gathered evidence that was about to expose her for the monster she was.
Cater had planted seeds of the truth you found out that grew into full-fledged whispers about your sisterâs darker deeds. Even now, the tension in the room was palpable as people murmured, casting glances her way.
You stepped forward, the letter you held clutched tightly in your hand. Riddle gave you a small nod of encouragement, his eyes steely as he took his place beside you.
"Ladies and gentlemen," you began, your voice clear and sharp, cutting through the room's murmurs. "I come to you today not with accusations, but with the truth. The truth of the heinous crimes committed by my sister."
There was a gasp from the crowd, the air thick with shock and intrigue. Your sister's face remained calm, but you saw the flicker of worry in her eyes.
"She has embezzled from the kingdomâs treasury, siphoning off funds meant for the empire's welfare," you declared, holding up the documents that Trey had meticulously helped you gather. "She has blackmailed noble families into silence, using threats and false accusations to maintain her hold over them. And worst of allâ"
You paused, letting the tension build as you cast your gaze over the room, making sure every pair of eyes was locked on you. Then, with quiet, deliberate force, you spoke.
"She has been responsible for the poisoning of the emperorâs own cousin, Lady Astoria. A death that was pinned on an innocent maid."
The room exploded into chaos, gasps, and shouts of disbelief filling the air. Your sisterâs face drained of color, her facade finally cracking as people turned toward her, expressions of shock and outrage growing with every second.
"These documents prove every crime," you continued, your voice strong and unwavering as Cater passed around copies of the evidence to the nobles. "She thought she could keep her secrets buried. But not anymore."
"These are lies!" your sister shrieked, her voice desperate as she clutched at the air, trying to regain control. "This is a setup! Youâve all been deceived!"
But it was too late. The emperor himself stood up, his eyes narrowing in fury as he glanced over the evidence. The knight commander beside him was already moving, her sword drawn as the guards approached your sister.
"For your crimes against the empire, you are sentenced to death," the emperor declared, his voice cold and final.
Your sister screamed, fighting as the guards seized her, but there was no escape now. The nobles who once fawned over her turned away in disgust, her power crumbling in mere moments.
Riddleâs hand found yours, his grip tight but comforting as you watched her dragged away. It shouldâve felt sweet, but instead, you felt a strange heaviness settle in your chest. This was the end, wasnât it?
As the execution was carried out in the courtyard, the crowd watching with bated breath, you stood off to the side, Riddle at your side, and your friends close by. Ace whispered some snide comment about how dramatic everything was, and Deuce elbowed him to shut up, but you couldnât bring yourself to laugh.
When it was over, the finality of it hit you like a truck. You had done itâexposed her to the world, avenged not just yourself, but the original villainess too. You expected to feel victorious, but instead, a deep sadness settled in your chest. She should've been the one to see this.
And then, just as you were about to turn away, you saw her.
A faint, ethereal figure stood near the edge of the courtyard. The original villainess. Her eyes were softer than you imagined, her expression free of the bitterness that had fueled her desire for revenge. She looked⌠peaceful.
Tears welled in your eyes, and before you knew it, you were crying, really crying. Ugly, messy sobs that you couldnât control. All the rage, all the sorrow, everything you had carried from her spilled out in that moment.
"I did it," you whispered, barely audible, but you knew she heard you. "I did it for you."
The specter of the original villainess smiled, a soft, almost sisterly expression on her face. And then, in a moment that almost felt too surreal, you felt herâfelt her give you a final ghostly embrace. It was as if the weight of her vengeance had lifted, her spirit no longer bound by the chains of hatred. She was free now, and so were you.
With a final nod, the specter faded into the night, leaving you standing there, tears streaming down your face. You wiped them away as best as you could, sniffling and trying to compose yourself, but the lump in your throat remained.
The warmth of the original villainess's hug lingered long after she faded, her presence now a bittersweet memory. You stood in the quiet, feeling an overwhelming sense of both loss and completion. For the first time, it felt like the weight of both your lives had lifted.
Then, a soft flutter of wings caught your attention. A small dove descended gently, perching on your shoulder. It was so light, so delicate, and for a moment, it just sat there, as if offering comfort. You held your breath, watching it. The dove turned its head toward you, as though it knew. As though she knew.
You blinked, tears pooling in your eyes again as the dove gave a soft coo and flew away, soaring into the sky. Something inside you broke at the sightâsomething that had been held together for too long. The tears came harder now, not out of sorrow, but of release.
"She's freeâŚ" you whispered, your voice trembling. "She's finally free."
Your chest heaved with emotion, sobs you couldnât control spilling out as you watched the dove disappear into the distance. All this time, everything you had done, every struggle, every sacrifice, was for her. And now, it was over.
Riddle turned toward you, concern flickering in his eyes. "Are you alright?"
You nodded, blinking away the last of your tears. "Yeah⌠yeah, I am. Itâs justâ" You paused, looking up at the sky. "My sisterâs gone now. And I think⌠I'm at peace."
Riddle stood beside you, his own heart heavy with the weight of your emotions. Without a word, he reached out, gently pulling you into his arms. His embrace was soft but firm, grounding you when you felt like you might fall apart.
Riddleâs grip on your hand tightened, and when you looked at him, there was something unspoken in his gazeâunderstanding, maybe. "You did what was right," he said softly. "And now itâs over."
You took a deep breath and nodded, squeezing his hand in return. "Yeah. Now itâs over."
With Riddle by your side, and your friends waiting for you just beyond the courtyard, you knew that the hardest part was behind you. You had avenged the original villainess, exposed your sister for what she truly was, and now, finally, you could walk away from all of it.
Riddle leaned closer, his voice gentle but filled with quiet strength. "Come on. Letâs go."
Together, hand in hand, you turned away from the past and walked toward the futureâyour futureâwith the love of your life, your husband, Riddle, by your side.
Boy, was this a ride to write, but i genuinely haven't had this much fun writing before, and it got longer as i went.
For the next Trashy Novel Chronicles, which twst char would you like to see? I have a few plots planned for these, I'll eventually write them both but which one do y'all wanna see first?
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âĽď¸âFIRST CLASS | Part 1 by @girlygguk ( chef kissđ¤)
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âĽď¸âHABITS (STAY HIGH) | Part1 by @girlygguk
student plug!jk x rich girl!reader
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âĽď¸âBAD THINGS | Part 1 by @girlygguk
jock fuckboy!jk x nerdy fuckgirl!reader
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âĽď¸âDENIAL | Part1, Part2 by @girlygguk
idol!jk x (f)actress!reader
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biker!Jk x flower shop owner!Reader
There's an insane turn of events when your calm and peaceful life is intruded by Jungkook, a biker boy who sets up his loud business right next to your own. Your paths cross under unlikely circumstances, starting with a clash of personalities but gradually you find yourself establishing a deeper connection with the annoyingly attractive biker jerk. You both have no idea what's in store for you guys as you try your best to put up with each other.
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What happens when two best friends try to get along under the same roof? You've been living with Jungkook for three months now, but your cohabitation is still a challenge for you. He continues to live like a real bachelor without following the rules you agreed upon from the beginning of your decision to live together. Should you find a compromise or should you find a new place to live?
âĽď¸âOLDER by @lovieku
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âĽď¸âHANDS ON ME by @lovieku
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bookstore employee!jk x virgin!fem reader
you lose your virginity to jeongguk, the only boy youâd ever trust with such weight. and what you both feel for each other couldnât be more obvious.
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a summer spent at your friendâs place wasnât something to be anything to look forward to. her hot, young dad would seem to change that for you when you decide a game of teasing would suffice your boredom. you got more than you bargained for when you realize heâs not a fan of games.
âĽď¸â INFRUNAMI by @kooktrash
friends to lovers. y/n[afab, she/her] x best friend jungkook
youâve made great friends throughout the years but none like jeon jungkook. heâs there for you when you need him and although at times when things get complicated between your feelings and thoughts⌠thereâs one thing for certain. you both have been wasting time acting like thereâs nothing between you.
âĽď¸â DEPEND ON ME by @kooktrash
Hybridbunnygirl!reader x human!jungkook
youâre so used to letting Jungkook do everything for you. he babies you almost and youâre both constantly reminded of the strangeness in your friendship. youâve always loved him but he canât see you as anything but the little bunny girl he used to protect. you change his mind
âĽď¸â NEVER AGAIN by @kooktrash
neighbor!jk x Reader
jeon jungkook is just your nosy neighbor who canât seem to be anything less than a selfish, heart breaking, prick in your eyes. yet somehow he manages to wiggle his way into your life but is it enough for him to change your mind or will he prove your judgements right?
âĽď¸âMY DEAR FRIEND by @kooktrash
friends!jk x experienced!reader, f2l ( about a few day need to moved on from this fic)
just friends? keep telling yourself that, you and Jungkook have always danced on the line of friendship and something more but lately youâve struggled being able to tell where you guys stand.
âĽď¸â BUNNY ADVENTURES by @kooktrash
hybrid!Jungkook x human!reader
you had absolutely no intentions of ever owning a hybrid until jungkook came along. a mistreated, misunderstood rabbit hybrid whoâd only ever wanted was to be treated like an equal.
âĽď¸â RISQUE (series) by @mercurygguk
older!jk x reader age gap au (my all time favorite đ)
in which jungkook struggles to keep his relationship with you strictly appropriate and itâs not like youâre making it easy for him.
âĽď¸â THE DILF INSTALLMENTS (series) by @mercurygguk
dad!jungkook x f. reader
this series follows jungkookâs life as a divorced father. but wait, how exactly does one balance being a father, a boyfriend, a friend, and a respectable boss at the same time? read the installments below to find out!
âĽď¸â THE ART OF (DILF JK SERIES) by @venusiangguk
 dilf jk x grocery store clerk reader ( never over this bcs it's cute đ¤§)
you find a baby in your store and in turn, a dilf finds you
âĽď¸â ONLY WHEN IT'S US (series) by @luvismenu
Uni! Jungkook x Fem Reader Strangers to??
you both say itâs nothing serious, but with every touch and argument, it gets harder to stay away.
âĽď¸â STARBOY (series)by @luvismenu
popular classmate!jungkook x class president!reader
everyone assumes you two can't stand each other, but is that really true?
âĽď¸âBED CHEM (Mini Series) by @muniimyg
Uni student!Jungkook x uni Student! Reader Frenemies to lovers!
after overhearing jungkook fuck someone else; you canât help but want out of being his frenemy
âĽď¸â BABYDADDY!JK (series) by @muniimyg
ex!au jungkook x ex!reader
Co- parenting
âĽď¸âITBOYFRIEND!JUNGKOOK | (1) (2) (3) (4) (5) by @muniimyg
ITbf!Jk x Fem Reader
âĽď¸âJUST TAKE IT (series) by @ahgasegotarmy116
Inexperienced f!reader x Best Friend's Dad Jungkook (20 year age gap) dilf! jk
A turn of events has the people you thought you trusted stabbing you in the back and leaving you broken hearted and betrayed. Who knew though that sometimes things just happen for a reason
âĽď¸âBANG-ABLE (mini one-shot/drabble) by @ahgasegotarmy116
f!reader x Sex Bot Jungkook (I'm obsessed!! đ)
You've been single for way too long and you're done with causal sex and all the drama that comes along with it...so why not try something new?
âĽď¸â DEEP SIX (mini series) by @bratkook but i read on AO3
biker!jk x reader
Itâs like a stranger had a key, came inside of my mind and moved all my things around. He didnât know snakes can hear the prey, canât try to break the psyche down.
âĽď¸â CHAMPANGE CONFFETI by @margotw10bis
boyfriend!Jungkook x camgirl!reader
Your boyfriend loves watching you on live but his whole mood changes when he reads one specific comment from one of your fans
âĽď¸â PARADISE (series) by @minisugakoobies i read on AO3
 Stripper!Jungkook x Reader (my absolute favorite!đ)
That sexy man on stage - the one currently giving your friend the lap dance of her LIFE - is your super shy neighbor, Jeon Jungkook?!
âĽď¸â THE PINK PILL -"3 DAYS" by @dollfaceksj
best friend!jungkook x fem!reader (top-notch!i read twiceđ)
In each of these universes, you find yourself consuming what is known as the pink pill. This pill is essentially a drug that enhances your libido to the max and youâll quite literally never experience arousal like you do when youâve taken this pill. Thankfully, in each universe, thereâs a man thatâs ready to help you explore and reach your peak of sexual euphoria.
âĽď¸â THE WEEKEND by @chryblossomjjk
dilf!jk x babysitter reader ( the best thing ever! đ)
every weekend, you give jungkook a little taste of something heâs missing monday through friday.
âĽď¸âSUGARPLUM ELERGY by @bymoonchild
College!Jungkook x Reader , fwb (i can't let go of this story top-notch)
You know no bounds nor depth with Jungkook. While your fuck buddy loves sleeping in your bed and doing laundry for you with his favourite fabric softener, you are in love with a mysterious honeyed, velvety voice on Soundcloud. Allâs fine, until you find out that the voice that metaphors your heart to a sweet sugarplum melody actually belongs to the boy who has been taking up a special spot in your bed and in your heart, strumming at your heartstrings all this while. Or, Jungkook has one braincell, but itâs heart-shaped.
âĽď¸â MICROWAVE (MIS)ADVENTURE by @bymoonchild
housemate!Jungkook x Reader
Out of all things to be afraid of, Jungkook, the seat-stealer of your 8am class and annoying housemate whom you despise with every fiber of your being, chooses to have a phobia of microwaves, but he loves buying microwaveable food â because come on, theyâre irresistible â and you somehow find yourself getting dragged into his microwaves (mis)adventures. Cue chaos, sarcasm-laced banter and an unplanned romance.
âĽď¸â COLD NIGHTS AND BLURRED LINES| WARM NIGHTS & CLEAR LINES| cnbldrabbles by @awrkive
basketball!jungkook x nerdy!(fem) reader,fwb (i'm crazy over this đ)
jungkook and you have been in a sexual relationship with each other for four months now, and itâs casual for the most part. but as time passes, you canât help but feel that some of the lines suddenly got blurred in the process. is it a clichĂŠ to blur the lines with your fuck buddy? it definitely is. will you do something about it? both of your emotional constipation have a hard time saying yes.
âĽď¸âCAN'T LET IT GO (part 1)| PHYSICALLY OBSESSED(part2) by @chunghasweetie
dom!oc x nerdysub!jjk
loser nerd jk has crushed on her for years and is assigned to be her college tutor for her calculus class. studying doesnât go exactly as planned and he ends up losing his virginity in the best way possible.
oc finally cuffs jk and they celebrate
âĽď¸â HE GIVE IT TO ME (Part1) | WONT TOUCH YOU LIKE ME (Part2)by @chunghasweetie
fem!oc x dealer!jjk
always giving out free shit to his favorite customer.
after a petty argument jungkook spots you showing out at a party with the hosts arm around your waist.
âĽď¸â MERAKI by @taegularities
grumpy!Jk x sunshine!reader
Jungkook finds you irritating; far too energetic and insistent. But his perception of you changes bit by bit, minute by minute, when he's persuaded into spending an entire night with you at places he doesn't know.
âĽď¸âNO NUT NOVEMBER by @2hightocare
dilf!jungkook x fem!reader
Jungkook didnât think stuff through when he made a bet for âNo Nut Novemberâ he seemed to forget that he canât say no to you.
âĽď¸â FOR ME (DILF!JK DRABBLES COLLECTION ) by @personasintro
dilf!jungkook x reader
A collection of drabbles accompanied with dilf!jk
âĽď¸â BURNING HOUR by @jungqkook
Richbf!jk x gf!reader (you gonna need holy water later lmao!)
thereâs nothing better than spending an entire day at your boyfriendâs yatch, tanning and waiting for the sunset with a drink in your hand⌠too bad your boyfriend had other plans for you.
âĽď¸âBETTER BOYFRIEND THAN HIM by @jungqkook
friend!Jk x reader
jungkook makes it a mission to prove to you that he can be better than your boring boyfriend. when it comes to sex, at least.
âĽď¸â FIGHT FOR YOU (series) by @ahundredtimesover
bodyguard!jk x heiress!reader
Working at a private security agency has its perks. The downside? Being the personal bodyguard of spoiled, rich heiresses like you. But there are things that Jungkook didnât expect, like rejecting you, falling for you, and realizing what heâd been missing all along.
âĽď¸â GUARDED by @junghelioseok
bodyguard!Jk x Reader
ââ good girl. ââ ââ donât get shy on me now. ââ
âĽď¸âBODYGUARD by @sxtaep
bodyguard!jk, idol!reader
when youâre stuck in a near-death situation, your high school crush, now your bodyguard, begins to regret ever rejecting you 5 years ago.
âĽď¸âSTRIKE THREE by @avveh (ao3)
Bodyguark!jk x Bratty!Reader ( i'm obsessed!)
When discipline and chaos meet, one will always rise to the top.
âĽď¸â EVERYTHING IN YOU |Part1, Part2 , DRABBLE1, DRABBLE 2, DRABBLE 3 by @jjungkookislife
roommate!sperm donor Jk x pregnant! Reader (my favorite iso cute)
You want a baby and Jungkook is willing to help
âĽď¸â BABYMAKER by @badbtssmut
bestfriend!Jk x Reader
You want a baby, but you just broke up with your boyfriend but your best friend Jungkook offers you the solution to your heart break, heâll give you your baby, no strings attached.
âĽď¸â SPECIAL PREPARATION by @badbtssmut
Piercer!Jungkook x Reader
You go to a piercing shop to get a clit piercing but your piercer Jungkook has an interesting way of prepping his clients.
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Actually i like all Miss Cherry @redcherrykook fics and i read them all and her works always the bomb never disappointed me and here i will share my most favorites from herđ¤Şđ
âĽď¸â SAFEWORD
daddy!jungkook and sub oc
âĽď¸âSPOT ME INSTEAD
gymrat!JK x gymrat!reader
âĽď¸âMIDNIGHT SNACK
idol!Jk x gf!Reader
âĽď¸âMILK AND CREAM
sub!JKx noona!Reader
âĽď¸âBAD BOY,GOOD GIRL/HIGHSCHOOL SWEET
highschool sweethearts!jk x Reader
âĽď¸â (TENT)ATIVE ENEMIES
friendnemie!Jk x Reader
âĽď¸â Kinktober D1-SOMNOPHILLIA
needy JK x reader
âĽď¸âKinktober D8- OFFICER PLAYS & CUFFS
roleplay!!JKx bad girl oc
âĽď¸âKinktober D10- SPANKING & PUNISHING
DADDY KINK JK! x sub oc
âĽď¸âKinktober D12- MIRROR SEX
idol bf! Jk x gf! Reader
âĽď¸âKinktober D16- MARKING
possessive bf! JK x Reader
âĽď¸âKinktober D19- DACRYPHILLIA (crying kink)
Daddy! Jk x Crybaby! reader
âĽď¸âKinktober D22- EXHIBITIONISM
bf!jk x gf reader
by @redcherrykook
That's it for part1 !
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THE LOVE PROGNOSIS, pt. 2 â JJK (m.)
for as long as you can remember, youâve always been a hopeless romantic.
the girl whoâs always dreamt of cheesy encounters with her soulmate, grand love declarations, and a cute little beach wedding to boot. but reality pretty much slaps you hard right on the face, because love, unfortunately, doesnât come grand â itâs simple and itâs quiet, but it is quite painful, especially when the love that youâve been seeking for all your adult life has just been right under your nose all this time.
PAIRING jungkook x female reader // mingyu x female reader
GENRE r18+ (angst, fluff, smut) MINORS DO NOT INTERACT!
CHAPTER WORD COUNT 27.5k
CHAPTER WARNINGS/MISC medical!au, roommates!au, surgeon!jk, surgeon!reader (they are both 4th year residents and are co-workers), corporate lawyer!mingyu, oc and jk are bffs since med school but their love language is fighting each other <3, jk and mingyu are bffs during undergrad, hopeless romantic!oc. shirtless jk in almost every scene ijbol he needs to get locked up, jk thigh tattoo đ a dash of sexual themes (ie: making out, grinding) and violence, this is pretty much MED SCHOOL LORE GALORE bcs boy, was there so much history mentioned here, 3/4 of this is in jk pov, so ladies.... prepare yourselves đ¤so much fluff, and we counter that with not major but not minor either ANGST, so many conversations and dialogues in this one lol, this hopefully offers every answer youre looking for from part one, when ur done reading the chapter this is how the keyring looks like
NOTES hi!! this chapter was supposed to be longer but i was like.. fuck that đ its getting too long. anyway. hope u guys enjoy this one!! this is my most favorite thing ive ever written i think n im weirdly very proud of this one idk. scream into my inbox and the reply section if u have #thoughtss đđ [ important: pls make sure to read the note below ]
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You take your sweet time trying to right your wrongs.
After that day, you were the one to initiate a call with Mingyu which he answered thankfully (you were a little skeptical about him calling you that night). You went over to his place after your shift, apologizing to him for lying about your roommate situation. Admittedly, Mingyu still doesnât seem to be wholly okay with it â but he doesnât really say anything more about it. He kissed you better that night, his lips making you forget all about the stress that youâve went through for the day, convincing you to stay over.
The night bled into two when he said he couldnât let you go. Mingyu was persistent and you were unwilling to go in the first place. Partly because who didnât want to spend more time with their significant other? But itâs also because of a certain someone that is no other than Jeon Jungkook.
Those two nights are going on four â which means that youâve been avoiding Jungkook for the past three days now.
It doesnât seem like a difficult task though because Jungkook seems to be doing the same. That was your hunch. He replies to you with dry-ass âokayâs when you text him about not going home because youâre staying at Mingyuâs. Nothing more, and nothing less.
Which is unusual of him. Sure, in your almost decade-long friendship, youâve fought a bunch of times. But it usually gets resolved in a day or two. And Jungkook wasnât ever cold like he is right now.
See, the regular Jungkook would find you anywhere on your floor at the hospital just to annoy you. When your time allows it, you eat together with your friends at lunch.
But now, he seems to always have something to do â which, okay, fair. Heâs a surgeon, after all. But he doesnât even spare you a glance whenever you two meet halfway in the hallways. Yesterday, you coincidentally scrubbed in together for the same surgery but he did not say a word to you other than, âScalpelâ.
The rest of your friends are already asking about it. Doyeon told you he had lunch with Jungkook this afternoon, but when she mentioned that maybe you were free to go with them, Jungkook suddenly had to look over a patientâs chart.
Itâs not just a hunch anymore. He really is avoiding you.
And to be honest, youâre tired of the whole pussyfooting around. Heâs being childish â and youâll be the better person to come and talk to him about it. Granted, youâre three days late. But at least youâre doing it.
You texted Mingyu earlier this afternoon that youâre coming home to your apartment tonight. He was bummed about it, you could feel it through his message, nonetheless he replied saying heâll miss you, which put a smile to your tired face from work.
When you went home from your shift at 9pm, Jungkook wasnât anywhere in the house. Which was a shame â because you were planning to talk to him.
Well. Maybe youâd wait for him.
But it seemed like you underestimated your exhaustion for the day because as soon you finished showering, dressing yourself with your bed clothes which consists of comfortable flimsy camisole and panty shorts, you went straight to bed and passed out â forgetting about Jungkook.
Itâs past 2 am when you feel yourself waking up from your deep slumber, stomach grumbling at the emptiness, and you realize you did not only forget about waiting for Jungkook but also about eating dinner.
Walking out of your room, you head straight to the kitchen where you immediately go to open the refrigerator to see if thereâs something in it you can consume. There are boxes of Chinese food take-out which makes your eyes light up. When you open to smell them, it seems that theyâre still new.
You deduce it must be Jungkookâs.
That gives you the predicament of whether you should eat it or not. You take youâre not exactly on good terms as of the moment â therefore you canât eat his food. But youâre really hungry.
Throwing away your inhibitions, you open one of the boxes, not even bothering to heat the food.
âHey,â
You almost jump upon hearing another voice. Looking to your side, you see Jungkook approaching, with only his boxers on, upper half naked. Â
âH-hey,â you say, pursing your lips into a thin line. âAre these yours?â You point to the take-out box in your hand.
Jungkook nods and heads straight to your direction. Taking one of the boxes, he hauls himself to the kitchen island, twisting his body so that he can face you.
âYep.â he responds, dipping his fingers inside the box and taking out strands of noodles from it.
You wince at the sight. âLook like worms.â
âJust like worms.â Jungkook grins, chewing on them in that obnoxious way because he knows you donât like noisy eaters.
Frowning, you decide to follow him to the island and haul yourself on top of it as well, sitting beside him. Jungkook scoots to the side to give you more room.
âItâs kind of like eating naengmyeon, I donât like naengmyeon.â You tell him, opening another box and feeling delighted to see untouched stir-fried rice. âDid you just buy this earlier?â
Jungkook nods. âLeft them in the fridge when I realized I wasnât too hungry.â
âThen you woke up feeling hungry?â You smile at him.
He chuckles. âYeah. When did you get off work?â
âNine. You?â
âTwelve am.â
You grimace at that, but nod in understanding.
Thereâs a beat of silence before Jungkook speaks up again.
âDidnât expect to see you here tonight.â
âJust wanted to remind you Iâm still your housemateâŚâ you joke, brushing your elbow against his arm in a teasing manner.
Jungkook laughs as he shakes his head. He picks up another batch of noodles in his fingers and then offers it to you, prompting you to arch your brow at him. âTry it.â
You shake your head. âI hate cold noodles.â
âJust try,â He insists, placing it closer to your face. You scrunch your nose, skeptical. It makes Jungkook chuckle lowly. âHead back.â
Hesitantly, you tilt your head back and open your mouth as Jungkook puts the noodles inside it. You almost choke on it when Jungkook laughs mid-way, making you laugh as well, but thankfully, you were able to chew all of them just fine.
âWhat the fuck.â You frown, slapping his arm good-naturedly.
âWasnât so bad, huh?â
âIt was bad.â You say, going back to eating your fried rice. Jungkook gives you a look that says heâs not convinced. Looking at his face, you roll your eyes, âItâs like eatingââ you stop mid-sentence as Jungkook quickly wipes off something on the side of your lips. Itâs so quick though that you brush it off just as instantly and continue, ââliteral worms.â
âImagine if worms tasted like noodles. Wouldnât that be sick as hell?â Jungkook muses, stretching his arm over you to reach for another take-out box on the counter. Itâs so sudden that your immediate reflex was to stretch your upper body backwards, feeling a little taken aback when Jungkookâs face gets a little too close to your stomach, with his arm rubbing over your bare thighs.
He seems like it doesnât move him, though. Just goes back to his position casually and opens another box. As he does, you canât help but take a quick look at his bulging thighs, the short length of his boxers letting you get a brief view of the tattoo that peeks out of the expanse of his skin. Youâve seen that before many times, but not the entirety â of course not. It looks like it goes up from way above. Anyway, itâs sort of like a flower, but youâre not sure. You never really asked him about it. He never brings it up either.
âOh, man, the dumplings got cold.â Jungkook picks inside his box as if heâd miraculously find one thatâs not cold.
You roll your eyes at his antics. âYou stored them in the fridge for like how many hours now?â
Ignoring you, Jungkook takes out one dumpling, trying to eat it, and you watch as he visibly winces. In a moment, he shoots one straight to the trash bin across from you.
âOh, thatâs real mature.â You say dryly.
With that, Jungkook throws another one, giving you a cheeky grin when it lands in the bin successfully for the second time.
Pursing your lips, you sarcastically say, âWow. Two points to Xavier from Jeon Jungkook.â
That makes Jungkook look at you instantly.
âHow the hell do you know that?â He gives you a look of confusion but thereâs amusement written all over his face at the same time.
âWell⌠Mingyu told me you both played for the basketball varsity team back in undergrad, so,â
Jungkook stops. Thereâs look of something in his eyes that you canât quite point out, but then suddenly, he nods.
âHe told you how good I was?â He says with a teasing tone, a contrast to his sudden and quick drop of mood a few seconds ago.
You throw him a tissue. âDonât be cocky. He just mentioned it.â
âI was captain. Two-time MOP, 2018 and 2019 NCAA Menâs Basketball Tournament.â
You look at him with silent reverence. Well, Mingyu didnât tell you all that, thatâs for sure. Itâs a bit surreal to picture Jungkook wearing a basketball uniform, though. Youâre so used to seeing him in scrubs and lab gown and his usual casual, occasionally suits when you attend formal conferences. Youâve only ever seen him sweat it out whenever he works out in the living room.
âImpressive.â You say. Jungkook grins proudly. âItâs strange I only know about it now, though.â
âYou never asked.â He shrugs. âWhat âbout you? I only know youâre little miss summa cum laude.â
Huffing, you jab at his arm when he mentions it, rolling your eyes at him which only earns you a chuckle. Regardless, you tell him, â2018 NCA College Nationals. We won Coed Division One.â
Jungkook arches a brow. âNCA⌠National Cheerleading Association?â You nod, eating from your take-out box so as to avoid Jungkookâs look after you do so.
âNo fucking way,â He says incredulously. âSeriously?â
âYeah,â You bite your lip to keep yourself from smiling too much. You never really get to share this part about you with a lot of people. To quote Jungkook, they never ask. Itâs funny when they do get surprised by it though, like he is now. When Jungkook stares at you â you donât know if itâs just in disbelief â longer than necessary, you realize heâs staring at your face and that makes you consciously fix a strand of hair behind your ear. âGo big blue, go big blue, show âem what wildcats can do.â You sing a in fast tempo, chuckling about how silly it sounds.
Jungkook utters a sound of amusement. âThatâs⌠wow. Right now, Iâm just picturing you cheering but itâs a bit hazy and shit.â
âYouâre saying you canât picture me cheering?â You playfully accuse, but you know exactly what he meant. Even you still donât believe that you actually did cheer in undergrad. When you signed up for it, it was just because you had to choose a club, and you werenât interested in anything other than that. You thought cheering would be fun and it was fun.
âNo, Iâm justââ Jungkook cuts himself off and looks at you. âOkay, now I totally deserve a cheer for that two-point shot I made just now.â
You laugh loudly at that. Covering your mouth, you look at him to see if heâs joking but he seems to be serious.
âNo.â You say, your eyes widening, body stiffening.
âCome on,â Jungkook chuckles.
You roll your eyes. âYou have to do more than a two-point shot to get a cheer.â
âOkay, what do you want me to do?â Jungkook eagerly presents a challange. You stifle a laugh when he gears up for something. âI can shoot dumplings further from here with my left hand.â
âTen feet away,â You muse, giggling when Jungkook suddenly gets off the counter, carrying the box of dumplings, and positions himself further away from you. Laughing, you shake your head before you say, âYou canât do it.â
âTry me.â He says as he begins to pick out a dumpling and concentrate on the trash can. Before he shoots, he tells you, âThis oneâs for you.â
You watch as the dumpling misses the bin.
Jungkook beats you to speaking first. âI admit. Iâm a bit rusty.â
Sneering, you eat your fried rice, not straying your eyes from him. âYou have to shoot, like, three dumplings.â
âThat was a trial shot.â he insists, eyeing you playfully, before he gears up for another again. You watch closely when he makes a move to shoot another dumpling.
It goes in. Jungkook smirks at you when you look at him, impressed.
âNot bad.â You cock your head to the side.
âTss.â He shoots another shot again and itâs successful for the second time. âThatâs two.â Jungkook shows you his fingers and you chuckle at his enthusiasm.
âLetâs see if you can get the third.â
Jungkook nods, and you cover a snicker again at the way his stance suddenly turns serious, as if heâs really taking the whole thing seriously.
In a few seconds, he shoots the last dumpling straight to the bin just as successfully as the last time.
âWhat did I say?â Jungkook brags as he goes over to the island across from you, sitting on the high chairs this time. You turn your body to look at him, containing your smile. âYour turn now.â Jungkook says with a smirk.
Your purse your lips. âIâm a bit rusty.â
âSo was I!â Jungkook claims which prompts a chuckle from you.
You look at him for a while, unsure. You close your eyes, bobbing your head side to side, covering your face as you suddenly feel a sense of embarrassment at the thought of dancing in front of him.
âPromise you wonât laugh?â You say after Jungkook tries to remove your hands off your face.
He raises his right hand and fixes his sitting posture upright. âPromise.â
âIf you show your teeth Iâll stop and so will this friendship.â You threaten as you bring your legs over the island to his direction.
Jungkook chuckles while saying a series of âYeahâs, holding your hand to help you hop off the counter safely.
You take a few quick strides to place yourself in the space between your counter and dining area and look at Jungkook who settles himself comfortably in the kitchen island chair, watching you with relaxed position and crossed arms.
Feeling uncharacteristically shy, you stand upright, suddenly aware that youâre only wearing a pair of panty shorts and a fitted camisole. You donât work out so youâre a bit conscious in front of Jungkook who looks really good in his natural form. You donât even understand how he finds time to go to the gym or do his little work-out sesh during some nights or weekends, but you shake away the thought and smile at him coyly. He has the better body, sure, but you know well enough heâll never judge you for yours⌠besides, itâs just Jungkook. He makes you feel safe and secure, no matter the context of the situation.
Off the top of your head, you do whatever it is you remember from your college routines and begin your yell.
âWildcats, get up and shout! Weâre the team thatâs gonna take it out! Give it all youâve got, letâs hear you roar!â You chuckle mid-way, forgetting a step. âSorry,â you apologize quickly, but then continue right away, trapping your bottom lip with your teeth to prevent yourself from completely losing it. âWeâre the Wildcats, and weâre here to score! Go Big Blue! Go Big Blueâ" You make a mistake again and skip a beat with your finger snaps, and when you look at Jungkook, you canât help but give in to the laughter thatâs been bubbling up inside you. âI canât do it!â You say, cutting your âperformanceâ short.
âWhat? It was good!â Jungkook says, encouraging you to continue further.
You stifle a laugh as you go back to the top again but then your mind forgets the next step and youâre messing up the choreography again. At that point, you start mindlessly cheering; jumping around and flapping your arms to make it look like somewhat of a cheer but none of the coordination. You know it looks messy, so you run over to Jungkook shamefully, plopping on the chair beside him. Bringing your legs up to the seat and covering your face in your thighs, you canât help but giggle in embarrassment.
âWoah,â Jungkook says, but you can say thereâs a hint of laughter in his tone. You know itâs not out of mockery when he lifts your head up and boop your nose. âThat was cute. Best cheer Iâve ever seen.â
âYouâre pushing it.â You hiss, kicking his knee slightly.
Jungkook captures your leg, and you squeal when he pinches your thigh. You both laugh at that and you thought Jungkookâs gonna let go of your leg but he keeps it on his lap.
âMy stomach hurts from laughing.â You tell him, taking a deep breath, trying to regulate your heart. Everything feels funny. Your cheer was funny. You mustâve looked so stupid.
Jungkook chuckles. âWildcats, get up and shoutââ
âJungkook!â You cut him off, removing your leg from his lap to kick him again on the thigh this time. That only prompts him to laugh louder.
When the high of the moment fades, Jungkook looks over at you.
âDo you feel sleepy?â
You shake your head. âNot really. At least not yet.â
He hums, and then takes your box of fried rice to eat from it.
Thereâs the silence again, but itâs quiet and comfortable. No weird tension sitting in the air.
âJungkook,â You call him after a while.
âHm.â
You clear your throat. âI meant to talk to you,â Jungkook stops eating and looks at you to acknowledge you. âIâm sorry.â
He stares at you for a moment. Then, he chuckles, shaking his head. âYou know whatâs funny? I was gonna talk to you yesterday to say Iâm sorry but then you didnât talk to me at all in the OR. I thought you were still mad at me.â
With furrowed brows, you tell him, âI thought you were mad at me. You only said âscalpelâ in the OR and then that was it. No hiâs or helloâs in the hallways for the past three days.â
âMe? Mad at you?â He says, as if he canât believe you would even think that. âI mean, you piss me off sometimes, but I donât think I was ever mad at you.â You pout. Jungkook smiles. âI can never be mad at you,â His look is gentle and warm that you feel a little flustered for a reason unknown. It just ticks a little something in your brain, tugging something at your heart. Then, Jungkook sighs. âIâm sorry, too. For the way I went about it. The âbringing boys hereâ comment was out of line.â
Thereâs a wince on your face when you hear that.
That comment did hurt a little.
But you know it was just a heat-in-the-moment type of thing, and he just wasnât able to think through his words well enough when he was⌠well, pissed â and rightfully so. Because you did something offensive to him, and you canât blame him for feeling the way he felt.
You nod at Jungkook. âThank you for saying that. Iâm saying sorry because I realized what you said. I shouldâve informed you I was bringing Mingyu home, and I shouldâve told him about you being my roommate. We really couldâve avoided that situation.â
âYou can just tell me beforehand if youâre bringing him to our place.â Jungkook shrugs.
You chuckle. âNo. That wonât happen again.â And itâs true. Itâs awkward and itâs rude when you have a roommate.
Jungkook looks at you. âOkay. I wonât do it as well,â You shake your head, playfully rolling your eyes at him. âIâm guessing you settled it pretty quickly with him?â He gestures at your neck and you realize heâs referring to the necklace youâre wearing â the one Mingyu gave you the very same day you fought.
You want to point out itâs not really new, but you settle with, âYeah. Fortunately.â as a response.
âI really am sorry for what happened.â Jungkook says and you can feel the sincerity in his voice.
âItâs fine,â Touching his arm, you give him a small smile. âHave you and Mingyu talked?â
Jungkook shakes his head. Nibbling on your bottom lip, you think about how thatâs⌠not good. They were friends before you and have just met each other again after so many years â you do not want to be that kind of person who gets in the way of some other peopleâs relationship.
And you really canât have Jungkook not liking your boyfriend or your boyfriend not liking Jungkook, either.
But as much as you want to suggest that they talk it out, you know you canât. Besides, you trust that they eventually will. Theyâre grown men.
âSoâŚâ you trail off. âAre we okay?â
Jungkookâs lips tilt upwards. âAre we okay?â
âCome on,â you roll your eyes. âDo we hug it out or like â I donât know â handshake on it?â
âLetâs hug it out like weâre twelve.â Jungkook grins and in a moment, he scoots closer to you and wraps his arms around your waist, resting his head on your chest.
The angle is a bit awkward with Jungkook crouching too much you donât doubt his position is anything but comfortable, but it works, and it gives you the opportunity to pat his head as you say, âI missed hanging out with you, buddy.â
âCanât say the same thing.â
That earns him a slight pinch to the ear easily accessible to you.
âOw!â Jungkook says and then add, âI hate to ruin the moment but⌠youâre not wearing a bra.â
You quickly grab both sides of his head to get him off your chest. He comes back sitting upright on his chair, laughing.
âFuck offââ you flip him off and then look over your box of fried rice, but then you remember he was also eating it earlier. âYou ate all of it!â
âFinders keepers.â
âI hate you.â
âHm.â
You shake your head, standing up and starting to grab all the boxes to take them to the trash bin.
âBy the way, I just got my approval from HR for our trip the next two weeks. Have you?â You ask him across the room. You can see Jungkookâs face light up at the mention.
âYeah, of course. Got approved yesterday.â Jungkook grins. You watch as he stares at you a bit longer, his face showing a hint of confusion.
You arch a brow. âWhy does your face look like that?â Jungkook shakes his head, obviously ready to dismiss it. But youâre persistent. âWhat is it?â You say, walking towards his direction and stopping in front of him.
âNothingâŚâ he trails off. Then he rubs the back of his head. âI just really thought that youâŚâ You squint your eyes at him. Then he chuckles lightly and swipes his fingers through his hair. âI just thought the trip would be cancelled.â
Your eyebrows furrow. Frowning, you nudge at him. âWhat? Of course, not! We planned that trip like six months ago. Iâm not backing out.â
Jungkook gives you a shy smile.
âOkay.â
You canât help it. You bring your hands to his cheeks and pinch them.
âHeâs so excited for his birthday trip!â You say, intentionally talking like you would to a toddler.
Jungkook predictably forces your hands out of his skin and holds your wrist a bit tight as he rolls his eyes at you.
âKnock it off.â He glares at you. But youâre not done with your fun, so you poke your finger to his waist, knowing thatâs his weak spot, and tease him some more. âSeriously.â Jungkook huffs out and your laughter becomes louder because he looks like a grumpy child right now.
âSorry.â you say, still giggling. He furrows his brows, and you canât help it, you poke at his waist again. When you do it, though, Jungkook captures your wrist, effectively stopping another one of your juvenile assaults. Suddenly, you start noting the mirth in his eyes.
Youâve seen that look before and it always ends up with you almost dying from too much laughter because he alwaysâ
âYouâre gonna regret that.â
You let out a squeal as Jungkook takes ahold of your waist, and before you can even voice out a protest, he easily hoists you up against his body, bouncing you up until you're hanging around his shoulder like a sack bag.
âWhat the hell, put me down, you prick!â You complain, slapping the rugged muscles on his back. But Jungkook just responds with a series of clicks of his tongue, carrying you across the living room.
You know heâs about to put you on the couch to tickle you to death, so you do what you could and bite down on the skin of his back.
âOuch!â Jungkook immediately reacts, stumbling a little in his stride. You snort at that, but you immediately frown when you feel a slap to your ass.
âYou asshole!â
âYou just lowered your chances of being spared,â Was his last words before you feel yourself getting put down on the surface of the sofa. Soon after, Jungkookâs poking his fingers to your waist and stomach, prompting you to erupt in fits of giggles and laughter, thrashing beneath him like a caged animal.
âPlâstopâoh my god!â You say, weakly reaching for his arms. When Jungkook doesnât relent, you continue wriggling under him, laughing and choking, saying a variety of, âStop! Iâm ââ giggle, âgonnaââ then another snort, ââdie!â
Jungkook chuckles. He torments you some more before finally stopping his fingers in their ministrations.
âYou deserve that.â Jungkook says when you both came down from the high, laughing at the messy state of your hair and the way you try to catch your breath like you just ran a triathlon.
You breathe in and out deeply, clutching your stomach that still hurts from laughing.
âFuck you.â You hiss, giving him the finger.
Jungkook bursts into laughter, and from his position in between your legs, he lets himself fall on top of you.
âJungkook, no!â Pushing him off you, you try to get away from him but the goof just forces himself beside you instead, sticking his much bigger build in between you and the back of the couch. It makes you scoot near the edge as a result, and you hold onto his arm so that you donât fall off, tangling your leg against his own for added support. Pinching his waist in which he lets out an ingenuine âOwe!â to, you face him as you say, âYou are so annoying.â
Jungkook just gives you a shit-eating grin. âWho started it?â
âYou almost killed me.â You say dryly.
âDonât be dramatic.â He rolls his eyes.
Suddenly, you realize the position you are both in.
Your bare legs are intermingled against each other, Jungkook has one arm wrapped around your waist, and from the lack of clothes on both sides, you can feel pretty much everything.
Thereâs a weird feeling in the pit of your stomach upon the epiphany.
Jungkookâs looking at you with a playful grin, but as he notices you staring at him, he stills. From such close proximity, you can almost trace out the lines of his features. The scar on his cheek, the mole under his lip, and the pimple scar that was probably from a week ago. At that thought, you think about: if you can see him so close like this, he can also probably see you, and thatâs when you break away from the contact.
âShit.â You hiss as you let yourself fall off the floor by rolling around, away from his hold and touch and him in general.
Jungkook immediately scoots to the edge of the sofa to look down at you with confused eyes. âThe hell?â
âDonât worry,â you wave your hand at him.
He snorts. âDid you just fall?â
You roll your eyes. Of course, heâd think that. But you let him, standing up from the floor.
âYeah, yeah, whatever you say.â
You hear Jungkookâs boisterous laughter as you walk towards the kitchen again, stopping in front of the fridge to get some water.
âYouâre going to bed now?â Asks Jungkook, following you to the fridge and mirroring your activity.
Nodding at his question, you peer from the rim of the glass as you answer, âYeah, I donât want to be sleeping at the hospital later.â
âFair.â
Soon after, you both decided to clean up a bit in the kitchen and when you finished, you two headed towards the direction of your bedrooms. Itâs located just near the kitchen, with the doors located beside each other.
When you turn the knob open to your own door, Jungkook calls you, catching your attention.
You arch a brow at him, waiting.
âGood night,â Jungkook says. You drop your kitted brows and smile. Youâre about to greet him the same but then he adds, âAlsoâ that was a really great cheer.â
âUgh, Jungkook!â
You look across the bed to see Mingyu still on his laptop on his worktable, working on something. An hour and thirty minutes have passed since you arrived at his place, but youâre still not getting the least bit of attention from him.
You get it, itâs work, but he asked you to come over⌠isnât it only fair to expect a little bit of something?
Getting up from the bed, you trudge over to his direction.
âHi,â you say, ducking down to wrap your arms around his neck from the back of his swivel chair and kissing the spot below his ear.
âHi,â Mingyu meets the kiss you give him on the lips. He reaches for your hands resting on top of chest and holds it there, looking at you. You delight at the hint of attention. âIâll just be in a few minutes. Youâre staying, right?â
You grin. âOf course.â
âGood.â
Rolling your eyes, you take your hands off him and stand upright once again. Mingyu rotates his chair so he can look at you with his undivided attention, voicing out a low whistle when he takes in your outfit â or lack of it thereof.
You arch a brow, knowing well heâs ogling you only in your bra and panties, squinting your eyes at him. Slowly, you glide your leg over his waist and plop yourself down on his lap, waiting for any protest from him. It doesnât come, and so you give him a grin before planting your lips against his.
The kiss turns heated in a matter of seconds, with Mingyu squeezing over your bra and taking in your soft moans against his mouth, feeling the delicious roll of your hips against his crotch where you feel a semi growing already. Â
âSweetheart,â Mingyu grunts. When you donât answer that, he cups your jaw, making you look at him. â__.â
âWhat?â You say, more like a whine, looking at him with hooded eyes. Youâre starting to feel sticky in your underwear and you need him to do something about it.
âNot now, sweetheart. I told you, Iâm working.â
You frown. Thereâs a beat of silence before you let out a sigh. âOkay.â You say, getting off his lap.
âIâll take care of you when Iâm done.â He promises, taking ahold of your wrist, looking up at you.
Pursing your lips, you look away. âItâs fine.â When Mingyu lets go, you look at the direction of the bathroom. âIâm gonna take a shower,â you tell him. âYouâre free to join me if you want or whatever.â
You know he canât and that he wonât.
âAlright.â Was the last thing you heard before you walked towards the bathroom door.
Youâve been over at his place too many times to count now, and youâre slowly building your shower essentials in his own bathroom. Your body wash, your face cream, your shampoo, your conditioner â even your moisturizer and your eye mask are already placed inside his bathroom cabinet.
As you step out of the shower box, all clean and fresh, you go over to the lavatory to brush your teeth. At the sight of both your cups sitting beside each other, you smile.
You look in the mirror â noting the way your lips canât stop from curling up at the thoughts running inside your head.
Shaking them off, you grab Mingyuâs robe and put it over yourself, turning the knob around to step out of the bathroom.
You see Mingyu on his bed this time around, but his laptopâs still perched on his lap.
He looks up when he sees you. âReady to sleep?â
You nod, feeling at home the way you automatically go towards his closet to pick out a shirt and some panties you left over the time.
As youâre in the process of dressing yourself, a phoneâs ding rings in the room.
Looking at Mingyu, you watch as he checks his phone, assuming it came from him. When he puts it down, he looks at your plugged phone on the bedside table.
âWhat is it?â You ask, now properly dressed, walking to the bed.
You note the way Mingyuâs gaze changes as he hands you your phone.
âItâs Jungkook.â He says with a weirdly clipped tone. Then another ding comes. A beat, and then your phone rings.
Your brow shoots up, taking the device from him and checking it yourself.
Jungkookâs face is plastered over your screen â a picture of him wasted in his room two years ago, taken from your Thailand trip with the rest of your friends. Heâs sleeping with his mouth open, shirtless in the middle of the hut, only covered up with his trunks. You remember setting it as his contact photo because it was funny back then. Jungkook hates the photo, and your friends always made fun of him for it.
Right now, though, it doesnât feel the least bit funny. Not when Mingyuâs certainly saw it. Not when he looks a little put off as soon as he sees a glimpse of it when he was passing your phone to you.
âIâll just answer this.â You say, standing from the bed again.
You donât expect Mingyu to suddenly shoot you a question, âYou canât answer here?â
Brows knitting together, you give him an uncertain look. âItâs just Jungkook.â
âYeah⌠so, why not here?â
You relent, seeing the point heâs trying to make. Plopping yourself on the bed again, you answer Jungkookâs call and put the phone over your ear.
âJungkook,â
â__,â he sighs out your name, sounding relieved. âThank fuck.â
âWhatâs wrong?â You ask, growing a bit concerned at his tone.
You can hear some shuffling from the other line as Jungkook tells you, âDid you see me with my pager in the locker room earlier?â
âOh, uh⌠let me thinkâŚâ you trail off, trying to remember the events earlier. As you do that, you notice Mingyuâs fingers trailing his hands to your bare legs, but you ignore it as you answer Jungkook, âI think I didnât, yeah. I didnât.â Jungkook hisses. âDid you check your car?â you ask, trying to help out.
âAlready did. Itâs not in there, either. I really think I accidentally threw it out in the bin along with some trash in my pockets.â He says, sounding a little distressed now.
âWell⌠you can always just go to the operator, you know? Get a new pager?â you offer. Thereâs a drop of kiss on your shoulder that makes you shudder, and you look at Mingyu with furrowed brows. He doesnât say anything, though, just let his fingers trail upwards, his hand sliding under your shirt, gripping your thigh. Your boyfriend just gives you a sly smile, and you squint your eyes at him, confused at what heâs playing at.Â
âI know. But, ugh, you know I lost two pagers already this year. Sungkyun hates me at this pointââ
Jungkookâs answer suddenly drowns out when Mingyu grazes his thumb on your clothed clit.
âOh.â
ââwhat?â Jungkook halts, asking about your abrupt reaction.
You bite your lip in an effort to shut yourself up, and when Mingyuâs hand makes another move again, your free hand shoots up to stop him.
âHold on a second, Jungkook,â you say, quickly pressing mute.
Mingyu looks at you with a smirk, playful smile painting his face. âYou know you can continue, right?â
At that, your brows furrow even further.
âWhat are you doing?â You didnât mean to sound curt but with the way Mingyuâs expression changes, it may have sounded that way.
You⌠couldnât help it.
âI wanted to touch you,â Mingyu tells you after a beat of awkward silence. Then, his hand retreats to himself. âDo you not want to?â
Thereâs guilt that springs up inside you when you see the look on his face as he says those words.
âNo, Iâm sorryâ itâs just⌠I want to. I just⌠not with somebody on the phone?â You put it out like a question, unsure of yourself.
The room is quiet for awhile and suddenly thereâs a thick tension that hangs in the air.
You reach out for Mingyu but then drop your hand to your sides when he moves to sit on the edge of the bed.
He turns his head to you with an unreadable expression on his face. âIs it because itâs Jungkook?â
You frown at his tone.
It sounded accusatory.
âExcuse me?â You say, taking immediate offense. When Mingyu shrugs, you feel a bit of annoyance bubble up inside you. âI wouldâve still stopped you if it was anybody else on the phone, Mingyu.â you say, tone firm and leveled.
âIâm sorry, then.â
But he definitely doesnât sound like it. His sarcasm makes you snap. âWhatâs up with you?â
Mingyu opens his mouth to say something but then he closes it again. You watch him with confused eyes, completely at loss of context where heâs at. The night was going fine as usual and suddenly, thereâs this.
After a few seconds, Mingyu sighs. âWhat are you even talking about right now?â He glances at your phone.
âItâsââ you take a glance at it too. âItâs just his pager.â
âPager?â
âYes.â
âHe asks you about his pager in the middle of the night, knowing full well youâre with me?â
âIââ you stop yourself, words suddenly getting lost in your tongue. Not because you donât know the answer to his question, but because you hate the way he phrased it â and honestly, youâre starting to feel icky about how heâs going with it. What was he trying to do? Pin you down with accusatory notions?
You donât fucking get it. Jungkookâs his friend. Itâs so bizarre to even think about how Mingyu is seemingly acting jealous over his supposed friend.
âYou know what?â You say instead, not wanting to discuss it further with him anymore. Itâs just gonna lead to an unnecessary fight â and frankly, you donât want to deal with his jealousy. It seems so⌠futile. âCan we just sleep this whole thing off?â
Mingyu looks at you and for the first time, his eyes donât look gentle. He looks at you with a bit of a frown, and you get it. You do. Youâre not exactly happy, either. Not right now, with the way heâs acting.
âDo you want me to go?â You ask, ready to step out of bed.
âI didnât tell you to.â Mingyu says, voice equally strained.
You sigh. âWhat do you want me to do, Mingyu? Are you jealous, is that it?â You meant it to be completely rhetorical, not at all expecting him to say anything.
But he answers instantly. âWhat if I say I am?â
Your lips part. Youâre surprised at the confirmation, but you shake your thoughts off it.
âThen itâs completely unnecessary,â you tell him, as genuine as you can sound. When Mingyu doesnât move in his position on the edge of the bed, you crawl towards him. Testing the waters, you touch his arm to see if he would avoid your touch, but when you do rest your hand on his shoulder, he doesnât stray. âI like you, Gyu.â
Cocking your head to the side, you watch as his face still sports a cold expression. But he says, âI like you too, you know that,â
âButâŚ?â you try to get out the words from him, because you knew thereâs more.
âI donât want you to think Iâm being irrational about this whole thing,â he starts, and you nod your head, trying to show him that you get it. Mingyu licks his lips before he continues, âI just⌠I guess I just want you to put boundaries around your friendship with Jeon.â
That makes you stop. Nevermind the strange way he called Jungkook by his surname.
âHow do you mean by that?â You ask with furrowed brows.
âYouâre just really close with him. And you live in one apartment together.â He points out.
âMingyuâŚâ you say, suddenly feeling tired all over again. âI thought we already talked about that.â
âDoesnât mean Iâm a hundred percent comfortable with it, you know?â
It feels like you got electrocuted by his words the way you quickly retreat your hands. âThatâsâŚâ you trail off, not really knowing what to say.
Thankfully, though, Mingyu interjects before you can slip into a dilemma.
âI know, I know about why youâre living with him and all that stuff. We talked about it. Itâs justâŚâ he reaches for your hand. Entangling your fingers together, Mingyu brings your knuckles to his lips and presses a kiss there. âI want you all the time. And I guess I really am just jealous â even though itâs juvenile. Iâm jealous that heâs known you far longer than me.â
âButâ Iâm here thrice a week. I make time for the both of us. And it doesnât really matter how long youâve known me for, Gyu,â you respond truthfully.
He nods.
âIâm sorry.â
You shake your head. âNo, Iâm sorry. I guess I justâ I got in way over my head that I also forgot to take your feelings into account,â
Mingyu smiles, and there goes his soft gentle expression again.
âI know. Itâs fine. You donât have anything to be sorry about. Itâs me whoâs being unreasonable.â
âNo, itâs not unreasonable,â you tell him. âI get it. Boundaries, Mingyu. I know what youâre talking about.â
Mingyu scooches closer and presses a sweet kiss to your lips. You gladly bask in it, smiling against his lips, keeping your gentle gaze towards him as he breaks away.
âIâm sorry for being a bummer.â
You kiss him again and the way he inserts his tongue in your mouth distracts you a bit but you manage to break the contact. Soon, heâs lying down beside you and when you check your phone, your call with Jungkook has already ended, but there are two messages from him on your notifications.
[12:35am] jaykayđ¤ : are you still alive [12:38am] jaykayđ¤ : ok nevermind iâll hang the call i actually found my pager just now đ [12:38am] jaykayđ¤ : it was in the kitchen counter LOL [12:45am] jaykayđ¤ : ok bye. night
You were going to reply but decide against it for some reason.
Putting your phone down to the bedside table, you follow Mingyu under the sheets and as usual, you face against his direction just like he does.
Unfortunately, he doesnât really like cuddling that much. Heâd share his space to a certain extent, just like how you got into his bed in the first place, but not the lengths of cuddling together in bed. Mingyu didnât tell you why â and you donât want to come off as clingy, so you donât bother asking.
Itâs strange, though. Now that he told you a while ago that he, apparently, âwants you all the timeâ. Shouldnât he like to cuddle you in bed, then? But you donât want to dwell in it too much, afraid that you may be digging yourself a hole if you were to keep it up.
As you lay your cheek on your folded hands, you play back the events of the night and think about how youâve seen this film before.
When you were in med school, Eunwoo always had something to say about your friendship with Jungkook. He wasnât direct with it, but with the way he never bothered to make friends with Jungkook or always had a grimace on his face when you mentioned him in passing, it was enough for you to conclude that Eunwoo was always⌠wary of Jungkook â and definitely in a jealous type of way.
He said almost the exact same thing as Mingyu â that boundaries should be built; that Jungkook and you are too close, why is he calling you in the middle of the night to ask about mundane things, why does he know too much about your motherâs preferences, and why is he buddy-buddy with your dad who otherwise always had an uninterested expression on his face?
It wasnât even just Mingyu. Your past flings for the past four years youâve been single always got put off when they heard that youâre rooming with a guy â even more so when you mention that heâs your bestfriend.
Youâre not stupid to not see how it looks like from the outside perspective â and youâre not dense to not ever consider the possibility of something romantic brewing within the friendship. You have thought about it before â had an instant crush on him the first time you met at the law library back in post grad school. But it was fleeting at best, especially when Eunwoo came into your life a few weeks later.
Nayeon, Doyeon, and Taehyung have also hinted at it. Sometimes â most of the time, really, teasing you two, especially Taehyung. Even the most mature one among your friends â Yoongi â once told you both to get married at forty. He was joking, though he looked way too serious for someone who was just supposed to be joking.
And there was that one dreadful time in third year of med school when Jungkook almost kissed you.
You buried that memory in the very depths of your mind â not ever wanting to revisit it again. It was a bad time, and it was just not a good thing to look back at. Jungkook acted irresponsible, and you stupidly let yourself be complicit in it, even though you knew better.
Nothing even happened â but that memory was just that. A mere memory. You doubt Jungkook even remembers that himself.
Hereâs the thing: youâve just never seen Jungkook past the person you consider as a friend. Youâve never been weird about the women he dated â or if he dated, at all. Heâs also always been supportive of your relationships⌠as far as youâre concerned. Regardless of what everybody says, you both seem to agree that youâre just better off as friends. You work better that way.
Jungkookâs a good guy, though. He does have tons of flings â but heâs just conventionally attractive and works hard for a body that is to die for. Women like that. Additionally, he has a stable job and even though he annoys you about splitting the delivery fee when you do take-out, heâs actually quite rich â or, his family is â heâd always insist.
You get it though. As a co-resident, you both donât really make that much (for the work that you do) â at least not yet.
But he was indeed born in generational wealth, coming from a family of doctors, which is why itâs quite impressive that he knows how to handle his life by his own hard work. His intelligence and perseverance are some of the things you admire about him, his drive to make a name for himself and never leeching off his familyâs name. Jungkook doesnât ever brag about how his neurosurgeon dad is one of the best in the country and how his mom is a legend in cardiac surgery â even though sometimes, he could use it a little. Heâs playful yet charming; quiet when youâre just knowing him, but heâll eventually talk a lot when you get close.
As a friend, heâs quite the best youâve ever had.
And even though you donât really see him past that, you know in your heart that whoever ends up with him romantically will be a very lucky person.
âYouâre a pussy.â
âDoyeon.â
Doyeon huffs, rolling her eyes so hard at Taehyungâs reprimand and then goes back to glaring at Jungkook again who just looks at her with a pathetic expression.
âWhat? Iâm right. Heâs a pussy and youâre an even bigger pussy for defending him being a pussy.â She says, furrowing her eyebrows angrily.
âWhy are we talking about pussies?â
Nayeon suddenly enters the on-call room and Jungkook nearly has a heart attack.
âWhat the hell, you should at least knock. Jesus.â Jungkook says, clutching his chest, looking at Nayeon with an almost offended expression who closes the door behind her.
âWere you scared it was __? See!â Doyeon sighs out in frustration. âSuch a fucking pussy.â
âSuch a fucking pussy,â Jungkook mocks, using a higher pitch to imitate Doyeon poorly.
âAnd a child too.â She rolls her eyes and throws him a pillow. It misses Jungkook and hits Taehyung instead.
âSeriously, what are you so mad about today? You have that mood. Did you and your secret boyfriend fight?â Taehyung spits out.
Everybody stills in the room when Doyeon gives him a sharp glare. That pretty much makes everyone shut up, especially Taehyung who makes a show of physically zipping his mouth.
Nayeon fakes a cough and trudges towards Jungkook sitting on one of the beds. She throws her heavy hands on his shoulders, more like slaps, and then looks at Doyeon as she asks, âWhat are we calling this man a pussy for?â
âOh, ask him. Or his dumber best friend.â Doyeon rolls his eyes and looks at Taehyung, crossing her arms and leaning her back on the chair sheâs sitting on from across the room.
âYouâre starting to hurt my feelings and I hate you.â Taehyung says from the other bed.
âWhy?â Nayeon ignores their banter and furrows her brows at Jungkook curiously.
Jungkook hisses under his breath. âItâs nothing. She calls me a pussy for literally everything.â
Doyeon butts in. âYeah, are you gonna cry?â
âIf __ was here, sheâs gonna be on my side, you know that?â Jungkook rebuts.
âIf __ was here, youâd be panicking because sheâll know about your little secret.â
âOof.â Taehyung comments.
âOh, JungkookieâŚâ Nayeon looks down at him with worried eyes. When he looks up with a sad look, she starts rubbing his shoulders as some sort of comfort, already knowing about what this might be about. âThis is about⌠the thing?â
He nods weakly. âYes. And no. Uh, well, this is⌠you know about the birthday trip in the next five days, right? So, she asked me if she could bring, uh, Mingyu along.â
âOh.â Nayeon utters, looking at Doyeon for confirmation.
Doyeon nods, and then nags, âAsk him what he said.â
Nayeon looks at him. âWhat did you say?â
âI said yes.â
âOh.â
Jungkook looks down in slight shame at Nayeonâs reaction. She completely stops her handsâ ministrations on his shoulder, indicating that even she could not believe what he just did.
This makes Jungkook even feel worse.
Leaning his elbow on his thighs, he runs his fingers through his hair as he says, âI mean, how could I have said no? I wouldâve looked like an asshole. Besides, Mingyu and I are college friends. Thereâs no reason for me to prohibit him from this trip. Like, at all.â
âYeah, you and Mingyu are college friends but, ultimately, itâs our trip, right? __ wouldâve understood if you said no.â Doyeon says, still not over her justification from a while ago.
âI know, I know. But still⌠I didnât want to say no to her.â Jungkook tells Doyeon, not having a lot to say more than that.
Itâs the plain truth, anyway. He truly, simply does not want to say no to you. Not ever.
âBut JungkookâŚâ Nayeon interrupts. âWould it be okay for you? We know how you feel about the whole â er â Mingyu thing. Can you really take them being close together? Especially on a trip for your birthday?â
Though Nayeonâs voice is soft and her gaze gentle, her words hit him like a ton of bricks.
Truthfully, he doesnât know what to feel about the whole thing. You dating Mingyu is one thing, but you bringing him along on your trips is another. It means that heâs it.
That youâre getting serious.
He hates himself for hating the idea. Jungkookâs always wanted to be nothing but supportive of you. Heâd done it perfectly well with Eunwoo before, and your flings in the past four years have never upgraded past to being solely flings so he never worried about them, but now with Mingyu⌠itâs hard to pretend like itâs not killing him when you talk about how much you like him.
You have that lovestruck look on your face when Mingyu comes up in a conversation. For the first time in a while, you look genuinely happy. Jungkook always thought that your feelings for Eunwoo still lingered over the past few years â and how could it not, when you were literally engaged to him for a year? You told him one time that he may have been your greatest love⌠and he fears that it might be the same with Mingyu.
Where does that exactly leave him?
âWhat I think doesnât really matter. And itâs just for week.â he murmurs, but the others hear it anyway.
âAn excruciating week, you mean.â Doyeon says. She stands up from her chair. âYou know what, Iâm over this whole thing. Iâve witnessed you pine over her for whole eight years â and Iâm just â Iâm moving on from this. And I have a surgery. Iâm going out.â
Jungkook grimaces when Doyeon heads towards the door.
âDoyeon, donât be mean to Jungkook. Heâs trying his best, you know? The timing is just not right andââ
âWhat timing?â
As soon as Doyeon twisted the doorknob, pulling the door open to completely head out, you came barging in, cutting off Nayeonâs words.
Her eyes widen a little at your sudden arrival. And Jungkook scrambles to think of an effort to swerve the subject, but Taehyung beats him to it.
â__, heyyy,â he prolongs the word quite unnaturally, chuckling at the end of it for no reason. Jungkook internally notes to tell him later never dare try to save anything ever again.
That makes you furrow your brows in confusion. Directing your look to Doyeon who stopped on her tracks, you ask her instead, âWhatâs going on? What about Jungkook trying his best?â
Doyeon looks at Jungkook and then you. You wait, but then she just rolls her eyes â just completely done about the whole thing. Like she said earlier.
âHeâs trying his best not to be a pussy â well, allegedly.â At that, she goes out of the room, ignoring your calls to pull her back in.
âUh⌠I think I have a surgery in twenty. See you guys around. Gotta scrub in.â Taehyung jumps from the other bed and Jungkook makes sure to extend his leg forward so that the older guy trips on it as he walks. âWhat the fuck, man.â Taehyung looks at him, offense written all over his face.
Jungkook gives him a glare. Taehyung chooses to ignore it rather than prolong it and walks past you at the door.
âBye, fuckers.â
âDonât call me a fucker!â Nayeon chimes in but Taehyungâs already out of the room.
âHey, seriously! What was that?â You head towards the bed where Jungkook and Nayeon are, situating yourself on the far end of the bed to lean on the frame. You take off your sneakers in one swift move and lay your feet on Jungkookâs lap.
âItâs nothing. You know how Doyeon always bullies meâŚâ Jungkook says, ignoring the tingling sensation that starts to creep up his spine at the way you casually initiate physical contact.
He needs to get a grip. You most probably donât really mean anything by it.
âShe does not bully you.â Nayeon rolls her eyes beside him.
âYou probably deserve it.â you say, pulling out and eating some strawberry yogurt.
Nayeon laughs at your remark, but then itâs cut short when a pager suddenly beeps. Instantly, all of you take out your own and check if it was yours.
âAlright, thatâs my call.â
âBye. Good luck.â You say, offering your cup to Nayeon, but she only shakes her head. Meanwhile, Jungkook gives her a pair of thumbs up.
When Nayeon leaves the room, you nudge Jungkook with your foot.
âHey,â
Jungkook looks at you with a brow raised.
âCan you rub my foot? Please rub my foot.â You say, making the best rendition of puppy face, extending your sock-cladded foot in his direction.
He scoffs. âDo you think Iâm a pushover?â
You gasp dramatically. âI do not! I think youâre a cool person whoâd totally give me foot rubs.â
âUnfortunately, Iâm not a cool person who would give you foot rubs.â
You groan. âI gave you a massage weeks ago.â
âThat was, like, two months ago.â Jungkook says drily.
âIt counts because you didnât do anything to repay me for my kindness.â
âOh, you need your kindness paid back?â Jungkook teases, wiggling his eyebrows at you.
You pout at him and then whine. âPlease, just three minutes, I swear. Iâll even put up a timer.â
Indeed, Jungkook is a pushover. Pushover to your cute pout and every request. Again, he could just not find it in himself to say no to you. Not even in his wildest dreams.
But itâs never not fun to tease you before he relents. âFine. Two minutes.â He says, pretending to begrudge the thought of giving you a foot massage, even though inside, heâs quite thrilled to be doing so.
It would be a lie to say that it isnât one of his favorite past times in the quiet evenings of your apartment. Jungkook loves the weight of your leg on his lap, loves the way you thank him in between groans, and loves that he just gets to be close to you in almost such an intimate way.
âYour feet stink.â Jungkook decides to tease, scrunching his nose, feigning disgust.
âDonât lie. Also, your feet stink even more, donât try me.â
âMy feet do not stink.â
âLetâs just agree to disagree,â You grin. âIâm starting a timer.â You say, grabbing your phone, pressing some stuff on it before you put it on the mattress.
âLet me see, for all I know, you set it to five instead of three.â
You look at him with widen eyes, stiffening.
âItâs three minutes.â
âYour nostrils are flaring, youâre lying.â
You groan. âPlease. Dinner is on me later.â
That obviously catches Jungkookâs attention.
âYouâre staying at home for the night?â
You look at him weird. âYeah, of course. Whatâs with that face?â
Jungkook shakes his head, hides a small smile as he looks down to your feet on his lap and takes a hold of one. He takes off your sock for you and begins massaging the tendons of your foot, noting the way you immediately lean back and relax.
âNothing. I just thought youâd be staying at Mingyuâs again.â
âAh,â you nod your head. When Mingyu's name is mentioned, you visibly frown. Itâs the kind of face that you make when youâre deep in thought. âI was supposed to. But I donât know⌠we fought this morning.â
Jungkook raises a brow. âYou wanna talk about it?â
You shrug. âNot really. Itâs a weird argument. I donât know.â
He wants so badly to poke around and find out⌠but somehow, thereâs something in him that tells him not to bother.
Anyway, youâre going home tonight so thatâs all that matters. Jungkook begins to think about what to eat for dinner⌠heâd love to cook something, nevermind that heâs tired from his overnight shift yesterday. He also only got around four total hours of sleep in the past 48 hours, and that was not even consecutive hours â just the sum. That is why he was in the on-call rooms, until Taehyung suddenly barged in, followed by Doyeon, Nayeon, and then you.
âOhâ there, thatâs so good, Jungkook,â you say after a particularly hard press against the ball of your heel.
Jungkook knows better than to let his mind wander upon hearing that from you. Heâs massaging you, of course that was gonna be the natural reaction.
Itâs also quite pathetic to be even thinking about it in the first place â considering that your mind might most likely be weighed by yours and Mingyuâs argument â your boyfriend.
âHey, about what I said a few days ago,â you started to speak again, breaking the momentary silence. Jungkook hums to acknowledge you. âI know you said yes to me bringing Mingyu along, but, uh, Iâm not sure if he still plans to.â
âAh,â Jungkook nods. Was the argument that bad? âOkay.â
âYeah. He has to fly over to Arizona for something that week. Told me he may be able to arrive and join us on the second day, which is the exact date of your birthday, but honestly, Iâm not sure. His sched changes a lot.â
Deep down, Jungkook wishes Mingyu just opts out of joining in altogether.
But he doesnât have to tell you that.
âThatâs a shame.â he comments, not really meaning it. He massages your other foot with ginger hands, which has you letting out soft sighs again. Jungkook buries them in the back of his head, lest his mind goes to territories that are absolutely humiliating.
âI knowâŚâ you trail off. You look like you have more to say as well, but then the door to the room opens. Again.
âForgot my pager.â Doyeon announces, crossing the room with quick steps to reach for the forgotten thing she left on the table.
When Doyeonâs gaze falls back to the both of you, she raises a brow, and then her eyes direct their way towards Jungkookâs hands on your foot.
Youâre about to say something when Doyeon rolls his eyes at Jungkook. Then, without giving you the opportunity to speak, she heads out of the room quickly, leaving Jungkook to look in another direction in quiet shame.
âWhat was that?â You comment, confused at what just happened.
âEh, sheâs in a sour mood today. Itâs regular Doyeon.â Shrugs Jungkook, trying to swerve the subject.
You pout. âAre you two fighting again for real?â
Jungkook chuckles. âNo, itâs not serious. You know how Doyeon and I get.â
You squint your eyes, but say nothing nonetheless.
Meanwhile, Jungkook hisses internally.
Jungkook gets Doyeon. You all have been friends since freshman year of med school â the founder of your study group â and she was also the first one to find out about Jungkookâs little crush. He didnât even have to say it explicitly, she just knew. Eventually, Jungkook told Taehyung. He has quite a big mouth, unfortunately, so when you started your internship at the hospital â he lets it slip in a conversation with Nayeon who was just becoming your friend that time â leading the situation to where it is right now.
Out of all of them, though, Doyeon got it pretty hard. Sheâs witnessed the early stages of Jungkookâs infatuation towards you in the first semester of med school, had to keep quiet during study sessions. She was even supportive that time, telling Jungkook to just go for it â but then Eunwoo happened, and the confession never saw the light of day.
When they broke up, Doyeon became hopeful again, just as Jungkook was. But you were showing no signs of moving on and Jungkook had no choice but to step back for a bit.
The past two years, though, Doyeon became more insistent, telling him youâre single and itâs the fattest chance Jungkook can ever get.
But sheâs right, after all. Jungkookâs a pussy. He hides his feelings well â a pro at the sport, really, at this point.
When Mingyu happened a few months ago, Doyeonâs just over it. She told Jungkook one time in a drinking session that the ship has sunk and heâs going to be in his sixties regretting not ever confessing to you. Sometimes, he wakes up at night in sweat from a nightmare that involved Doyeon murdering him because of his emotional constipation.
Jungkook knows she just wants the best for him â even though sheâs more on showing him tough love instead of a gentle one. Doyeonâs always been like that, but sheâs a good friend. When things went haywire, she was there to genuinely sympathize with him and console him â together with Taehyung and some of his other friends.
But in Jungkookâs defense, Doyeon just also doesnât get it.
Itâs so easy to just say fuck it and make a confession already, so easy to think about how things could turn positively â but sheâs not â theyâre not â in Jungkookâs shoes. They will never be.
So many things could go wrong if he ever were to listen to his heart. Sure, heâs had the chance over the past four years â most would say that. But itâs not a chance when youâve spent half of it moving on from Eunwoo. Itâs not a chance when you spent the other half trying to go on dates and fail â each one making you more miserable about your love life, as you told him so many nights ago in those rare special moments in the balcony of your apartment.
Those four years you were single was never a chance â not when you never showed any bit of interest.
Itâs the reality that his friends always somehow miss when encouraging him to confess his feelings.
Youâre friends for almost a decade now â eight years to be exact â but not once did you ever hint at wanting to be in a relationship with him. Your reaction to that always involved a disgusted expression and a variation of âNo way!â. Might be a joke just to tease him â but also might be rooted in something genuine deep down.
Jungkook likes to think that physically, he doesnât look so bad. Heâs nice when he wants to be, especially towards people he cares about. Heâs a resident surgeon who makes enough. Could be funny, charming⌠whatever.
Most of all, he likes to think he could deserve you one of these days. That he could be the man that youâre searching for.
But itâs been eight years and youâve never once looked at him like how he surely does at you.
God knows how many times Jungkook has tried to move on â how many sleepless nights he has trying to erase the feeling of so much longing for you. Sometimes, it works, when heâs on his casual dates and hook-up with all those women that thankfully fancied him enough. He momentarily forgets about your laugh and your hair and the crinkles on the sides of your eyes when you smile and your soft hands and your gentle voice â but it cracks when the sex is done and heâs staring at the blank ceiling of his dateâs apartment, hating himself for yet again seeing your picture in his memory when heâs buried in somebody else, wishing it was you instead.
It hurts so badly. Especially when you seem to look at everybody else except him. You wanted to weed out someone for you â meanwhile, heâs just right under your nose, and yet you donât see him. Itâs at this point, when you have Mingyu as your boyfriend now, that Jungkook is starting to realize that you donât see him not because you canât, but because you choose not to.
Regardless, he knows you love him. Knows you care about him on a deeper level. Would probably sacrifice a bit of your time to tend to him if he needs it. But itâs the kind of love thatâs not comparable to the one he has for you. Jungkookâs feelings encompass every single kind of love a human could have for another being â but you only have one kind for him. The platonic kind.
And even though itâs painful to face the reality of that very idea, Jungkook thinks that maybe⌠just maybe⌠Mingyuâs actually it.
Mingyu wasnât exactly a saint the last time Jungkook saw him, but people change and the way you seem so genuinely happy these days tells Jungkook that maybe Mingyuâs another version of himself now â the better one who will never hurt you or make you cry.
Maybe this is what loveâs all about. Youâre content with seeing them happy, even if itâs not with you.
Jungkook thinks that as he steals a glance at you looking at your phone â most probably playing that landlord game on your phone youâve been obsessed with the past few weeks â and youâre so beautiful like this. Even when youâre probably running on limited hours of sleep just like him.
Your hair is put up in that tulip hairclip you have a lot of, stray hairs framing some parts of your face. But he sees your features just fine â notes the way they are structured so perfectly it truly awes him that men and women didnât beg for your attention whenever you went out in public.
Because he would. He did. He does. He always teases you for the purpose of your reaction⌠because Jungkook likes it when you pay attention to him. So much that it kills him to think that maybe, that attention will die soon as you and Mingyu get closer as another week passes by.
The timer that goes off on your phone snaps Jungkook out of his thoughts, and you look at him with widened eyes.
âDonât stââ
âItâs my turn now,â Jungkook cuts you off and gently places your legs on the mattress, bringing his own on the soft surface as well.
You jut your bottom lip out â and Jungkook feels himself wanting to give in.
âFive minutes is so quick.â You say, but nonetheless takes his shin to your lap.
Jungkook tries hard to sway the butterflies in his stomach at your touch.
âFavor for a favor, remember?â He teases, lifting one of his foot to your direction.
You pretend to gag. âI hate you.â
Jungkook laughs, quite boisterously. Because he knows you donât mean it. I hate you basically just means I love you but youâre annoying me right now in your own little dictionary â and he always gets giddy whenever you tell him that â as weird as it may sound.
But Jungkook likes this, though.
Sure, it would be so fucking great if he could just confess and lay out his cards all at once, but the chances of you not taking it well is too big â and even though Jungkookâs usually a risk taker, he couldnât ever risk you all over his dead body.
He can keep his hurt to himself over you feeling anything but romantic towards him â because if he confesses and you donât feel the same way, he knows damn well that heâll lose you completely.
And the thought makes him shudder.
That probably catches your sight, so you ask him about it.
Jungkook tells you itâs the AC.
[ DAY 1 | August 31st, 11:04am ]
The beating sun feels uncomfortable on Jungkookâs skin, but thereâs no way heâs wasting a day like this holed up in the villa he and his friends chipped in to rent. It costed you all a shit ton of money â might as well enjoy every waking day he gets to spend here.
Itâs why he decides to goad Taehyung and Nayeon into coming with him along the shore where sun loungers are lined up to accommodate the few visitors who were also at the resort. He tried to convince Doyeon, but she goes straight to sleep as soon as the rooms were assigned.
He gets it â you all did travel by plane instead of car (because that would've taken you twelve hours) and Doyeon gets airsick whenever she rides in a plane. Jungkook also tried to talk you into it, but you said you were just going to lounge about by the pool at the villa and follow after a while.
Your âafter awhileâ takes about thirty minutes, and Jungkook thinks youâre missing all the fun, especially when Nayeon and Taehyung are starting to strip off their clothes to submerge themselves in the ocean.
With his loaded watergun, he goes straight back to the villa, and it doesnât take much time to spot you by the terrace, lying down on a sun lounger with your big hat and sunglasses on, a book opened in your hands.
Unsuspecting, you let out a sudden squeal when Jungkook presses the trigger of the toy in his grip, a spring of water meeting your bare legs. Jungkook obviously tries hard to ignore that youâre wearing a flimsy pair of white bikinis. He saw you pack it two days ago⌠and he remembers taking too long to move on from the image heâs conjured up in his head upon seeing it.
âJungkook!â
He chuckles at your reaction, poorly hiding the watergun behind him. âWhat?â
âIâll kill you.â You seethe, your body coming forward to sit upright, hastily taking your sunnies off so he can see the cute glare on your face.
âWhat are you going to do? I have this,â He points to his weapon. âAre you challenging me into a hand-to-hand combat?â Jungkook teases, wiggling his eyebrow.
You groan. Then, you lay back on the lounger again, opening your book, deciding to ignore him.
Jungkook canât have that, of course. So, he walks closer to your direction, stopping beside you, effectively blocking the sun and in turn, dimming the light source of your book.
âYouâre blocking my sun.â You say, looking up at him.
âYouâll get all the sun you want if you haul your ass off to the shore. Come on, weâre all swimming in there,â he tries to convince you, nudging your thigh with his knee.
You give him a pout. You sound whiny when you say, âBut itâs too hot.â
âThatâs why weâll get in the water.â
âDonât be sassy.â You roll your eyes. âI meant the water would be way too hot.â
âItâs not, Nayeon said so.â
You glance at the pool across from you. âWhy canât we all just swim in here?â
Jungkook deadpans. âBecause this is a five-foot pool and absolutely no one will enjoy it.â
You frown at him, quietly telling Jungkook heâs right.
âUgh,â you groan. âBut Iâll have to reapply SPF firstâŚâ You grab the bottle of lotion thatâs just placed on the small table on the side of the lounger. Then you look at him with squinted eyes, âDid you wear sunscreen?â
Jungkook rolls his eyes but nonetheless says yes, knowing how you always nag him about it whenever you guys are at the beach. Itâs not even just him. Itâs also with your other friends.
He watches as you rub lotion over your body, but when you get to the back, you look up at him and extend the bottle towards his way.
âCan you help me with this, please?â You say.
Jungkook automatically takes the bottle but it takes him a full five seconds to understand what youâre getting at.
Youâre asking him to put sunscreen on your back. Youâre very naked back that sports nothing but the tiny strings of your bikini holding your chest.
Of course, you donât notice his dilemma. Twisting in your seat so that your back faces him, you gather your hair to the side, obviously waiting for him to do your request.
But Jungkookâs distracted behind your back. Heâs distracted at how smooth it looks under the scorching sun and how easy it would be to paint it with something other than the natural color of your skin.
Itâs not even the first time heâll do this â youâve been to trips before and putting on sunscreen over your friend is about as natural as it gets like how he would do it as well to Taehyung or even Doyeon or Nayeon if they ask to.
But it doesnât mean it doesnât affect him one bit when it comes to you.
Needless to say, his mind is pre-occupied as he sits down behind you where you left some space for him to sit, squirting the lotion into the palms of his hands, gingerly spreading it over your back once he got it.
âBe sure to cover everything,â you say, obviously not aware about Jungkookâs mental crisis behind your back.
He thinks itâs worth the crisis over though, as youâre so soft under his touch. Jungkook kneads the span of your back, squeezes your waist lightly to even out the cream, and makes sure to put it over your shoulders as well. When his hands fall, he hesitates.
âShould I â uhââ
âYeah, just go under the strings.â You tell him before he can even finish.
Thereâs a lump in his throat that he swallows before he goes under the strings of your bikini top, his heart doing funny somersaults against his ribcage as he spreads the lotion over your skin. It guilts him to no end that his mind thinks about how heâs just inches away from your breasts.
He retreats his hand right away. âDone.â
You turn back to him. âThanks. You want me to do yours?â
âSure.â
Jungkook sits on the edge of the lounger and lets his back turn to you. He hears the cap of the lotion bottle being opened again and soon your hands are lathering the cream over the expanse of his back.
Itâs embarrassing the way he lets himself savor the seconds of your every touch. Embarrassing the way his mind zeroes in on the way your soft hands caress the tendons of his back muscles. He thinks about the weight, how good this feels; your hands on him. Suddenly, thereâs a zap of electricity that goes through his spine, and then he feels it.
The twitch in his dick and the blood that he feels rushing to it.
âOkay, youâre done.â You say, tapping his back twice so he can turn to you.
It snaps him out of his thoughts, but his dick is thinking about something else and as he subtly looks down, thereâs already a growing semi on the crotch of his trunk shorts.
Jungkook curses himself internally, shutting his eyes close in slight frustration.
Fucking uncooperative dick.
He stands up from the chair when you nudge his back with your foot, thinking that heâd see you coming along in a few seconds. But you donât, and as he turns his heel to look at you, youâre back in your cozy lying position on the lounger, with your book opened, just like how he saw you when he came in a while ago.
Jungkook parts his lips in disbelief, but also finding the whole thing funny.
âYou minx.â He muses, playfully squinting his eyes at you upon realizing the trick you just pulled.
âEnjoy the beach, Jungkook. Send my regards to Taehyung and Nayeon.â You say, giving him a taunting flying kiss. âAnd thank you for reapplying my sunscreen.â
Jungkook chuckles at your remark, and just like that, he forgets about his stubborn dick, and goes over back to you, blocking your sun once again.
âYouâre blocking my sun againâ Jungkook!â
Itâs predictable the way you hurl a series of creative curses at him as Jungkook forcefully picks you up from the chair, knocking your hat and your book on the ground as he hoists you against his shoulder, carrying you upside down like a sack of potatoes.
âJungkook, I swear to god!â You squeal, repeatedly slapping his back as he walks to the direction of the shore, but Jungkookâs nothing but a solid muscle, firm over his hold on the back of your legs.
âBe quiet.â He says, chuckling at your sounds of opposition.
âI hate you, youâre such a prick, ugh!â
He picks up his walking pace and you scream again when you see the ocean water from your view.
Jungkook chuckles as you continue to plant your fists on his back, and when the water reaches his knees, he throws you in it.
âFuck. You!â You say, glaring at Jungkook in the middle of his uncontrollable laughter.
âCome on, Taehyung and Nayeon are over there,â he points to the deeper part of the ocean a few feet from where you are, and when you turn your head, you see Taehyung and Nayeon with their floaties.
âUghâŚâ Jungkook hears you groan before you follow behind him. When Jungkook looks back, he sees you paddling around the water like some puppy, and he snickers to himself. That earns him a splash on his way, with you rolling your eyes at him.
âJungkook! __!â Yells Nayeon over their direction, waving her hand around. Taehyung and her are perched on the big floatie they fought over with at the villa earlier.
âJungkook,â calls you behind him.
Youâre starting to cross the deeper part of the ocean and itâs within Jungkookâs chest now. Meanwhile, your friends are still about a few feet away, so the level would definitely be on his neck by the time. Youâre considerably tall, but Jungkookâs still half a head taller than you, so when he looks back at you, the waterâs already reached your shoulders.
âThis is way too deep!â You complain.
âDonât be a pussy, __!â Comments Taehyung from afar.
âFuck off,â you murmur and then beckons Jungkook to you. âHelp me a bit here.â
Jungkook shakes his head, chuckling as he moves a few steps back to get to your direction.
âYou big baby, you never learned how to swim, have you?â He teases, playfully clicking his tongue.
âWhat for?â You say when he gets near.
Jungkook feels pleased with himself about you asking for his help to cross the deeper part of the ocean, but heâs met with surprise when you heavily plant your palms on his shoulders, causing him to be out of balance and tripping over his feet under the water.
It causes a misstep and he nearly chokes as he comes back up for air again only to see you laughing your ass off. Nayeon and Taehyung are also laughing along, even from afar, and Jungkook wipes the back of his hand over his eyes to see clearly.
âThatâs for throwing me in the water earlier,â you say in between your snickers and Jungkookâs just about to say something back when you suddenly wrap your hands around his neck from the back, your legs locking around his waist. âCarry me to the floatie, pretty please,â you say against his cheek in a sing-song voice.
With that, Jungkook feels your whole entire body against his back, your breasts pressing against his skin. He ignores the way the physical contact makes his body tingle, and he hopes you donât notice his blush when he raises his arms to hold the back of your legs.
âOnly because youâre annoying.â He pretends to sound annoyed, but the laugh that comes out of you at the remark makes him smile anyway.
[ DAY 1 | August 31st, 11:35pm ]
Your daytime activities at the beach included jetskiing â one that knocked Taehyung off the water way too many times that he just gave up halfway through it. When Doyeon woke up a little later in the afternoon, all of you decided to get food from the dining hall and ate your hearts out at the buffet.
The day ended with all of you back in your assigned rooms again. Since you rented a two-bedroom villa, Jungkookâs rooming with Taehyung in the secondary bedroom while Nayeon, Doyeon, and you are all inside the primary one since itâs bigger.
Itâs past thirty minutes to eleven in the night when somebody knocks on Jungkookâs shared bedroom with Taehyung. When Jungkook looks at him from across the room, heâs knocked out on the sofa, soft snores coming out from his mouth. Him and Jungkook decided to take turns with the bed itself throughout the whole vacation. Thereâs an extra cushion Taehyung couldâve laid on the floor, but he was way too tired to set it up and to even care â looks like he doesnât really need it, though, since he looks so peaceful in his position.
Grumbling, Jungkook gets out from the sheets, scratching his bare chest and rubbing the back of his head as he walks over to the door to open it.
When he does, heâs welcomed by the sight of you in your big grey hoodie and some shorts.
âWear something.â You say as soon as you take in his appearance.
Jungkookâs habit of going to sleep with only his boxers knows no bounds. Even when itâs below 20 degrees Celsius outside, he always opts out of his pajamas, choosing to go bare in his sheets instead. In his defense for now, the duvet is thick and it provided him with enough protection against the cold of the AC and the summer night.
âWhat are you doing here?â He says as he trudges back inside the room to wear a pair of sweatpants hanging from the chair.
âRude.â You comment, following him in the room. You look at Taehyungâs passed out state in the couch. âHeâs going to wake up in the evening tomorrow and miss your birthday.â
That makes Jungkook smirk, remembering Taehyungâs high energy in the morning.
âNo consequences. Itâs vacation week.â Jungkook raises his eyebrows. âSeriously, what brought you here? Itâs almost midnight.â
You sit on the edge of the bed. Thatâs when Jungkook notices the black plastic youâre carrying in your hand. âItâs not that late. Letâs head out for a bit.â
He raises a brow, confused. âWhere to?â
âYouâre going to find out. Wear a jacket, itâs a bit cold outside.â You say as you stand up from the bed again, heading for the door.
Jungkookâs confusion just grows with passing seconds. Nonetheless, he canât say heâs not intrigued.
Unsure, he goes for his small luggage and takes out the only hoodie he packed. Itâs grey as well, matching the one you have on. Jungkook tries to shake that thought off his head as you both quietly head out of the room.
Itâs late into the night and when you head out of the villa, thereâs not many people hanging along the shore anymore.
âFollow me,â you tell him, and Jungkook does.
It may have been his drowsiness that kept him quiet throughout the whole walk â just quietly following along with you, your rented villa no longer in his line of sight. Jungkook couldnât exactly pinpoint where you currently are, but this side of the beach is a bit rocky, and much, much colder. He feels it even through the thick material of his hoodie.
âWeâre here.â You announce, a proud lilt to your voice. Jungkook bumps with your back when you suddenly stop on your tracks. It prompts a chuckle from you, turning back to him so Jungkook sees the crinkles on the sides of your eyes as you do so.
It makes his lips curl. âWhatâs this?â He curiously asks, looking around.
Your grin grows wider. âWeâre gonna take those stairs and itâs gonna lead us to some pretty view.â Jungkook looks to the direction you pointed at, seeing the stairs you just referred to. Still unsure, he glances back at you. You laugh. âYou remember when Doyeon and I went out for a walk earlier for a bit? We found this place.â
Jungkook nods. âI see. Thought for a second there you found a place to dispose my body at.â
You snort as you take Jungkookâs wrist to hold on to as you climb to the stairs.
âI wonât do it as such a public place.â
âSo, you really are thinking about it in the first place.â Jungkook nods his head, guiding your back up the jagged stairs. You manage to get to the smoother surface and Jungkookâs quick to follow you towards the straight path of the narrow walkway.
âItâs my favorite past time, really.â You look back at him cheekily, a playful grin painting your lips. Jungkook scoffs.
The hallway is colonnaded with some flags, and thereâs an edge where the concrete stops, the ocean water splashing against the big rocks beneath the broken bridge.
You set aside the black plastic youâve been carrying around and Jungkook realizes theyâre Smirnoffs. Sitting on the concrete, you let your feet hang on the edge.
âHey, be careful,â Jungkook comments as he sees you do that. This part of the ocean isnât necessarily far â where you were earlier when you were swimming was far deeper, but still, it could be dangerous if you make a mistake. Jungkook wonders what the designers of the beach thought about when they made this plan.
âCome on, donât be fussy. Sit here with me.â You say, patting the space beside you.
Jungkook follows, of course, and you scoot to the side a little to give him more room.
âItâs nice, right,â You look at him, cocking your head to the side.
Jungkook feels the breeze of cool wind passing, and itâs a bit strong that it moves his fringes and yours as well. You put your hair up as usual in that big metal clip you always wear, but some strands of your hair escape and they frame your face.
With your big hoodie on and smile, Jungkook thinks you look extra cozy. He may have been hot and bothered by your bikini ensemble earlier, but now heâs bothered for another reason. He canât stop thinking about cuddling you under the night sky full of stars at the very moment.
âFeels good.â Jungkook comments. He plants his palms on the hard surface of the concrete behind him, leaning back as he looks to your side. âYou wanted to drink here?â
âOh, yeah,â You say, twisting your body a little to pick up the plastic cellophane. You take out two bottles of Smirnoffs and offer one to him which he gladly takes. Taking a bottle opener out, youâre about to open your drinks when Jungkook offers to do it for the both of you. You donât protest, just let him do his thing, smiling when he hands you your Smirnoff.
âThis is really nice.â Jungkook sighs after he takes the first sip, looking straight ahead to the mountainous view in front of you.
You hum, seemingly enjoying the moment as well. Jungkook takes a quick glance at your side profile and then quickly looks back ahead when he feels you do the same.
âWhyâd you bring me here?â He asks.
âNothing. I couldnât sleep, and I thought I could bring you here. So.â You shrug.
Jungkook nods.
âIâm turning thirty-one tomorrow. Or, in an hour, actually.â He says, automatically looking at his wrist but then realizing he took off his watch and left it at the bedside table. He didnât take his phone with him either.
âI know. Youâre so old now.â You tell him with a teasing tone in your words.
âFuck off,â he snorts. âIâm only a year older than you.â
âHmm⌠still old. Imagine, you turn fifty, I would still be forty-nine.â
Jungkook laughs at that.
âWhatever makes you sleep at night, babe.â He lets the pet name slip, and he did not mean to. It just rolled off his tongue for some reason. Quite easily, too.
You donât seem to care â or even notice â as you chuckle.
Thereâs a comfortable silence that hangs in the air again when Jungkook decides to break it.
âHey, I really appreciate you for coming along. You and the gang, really. This is a really good trip so far.â
You give him a smile as you look at him. Itâs one of those pretty ones that are a bit small but thereâs a certain shine to your eyes and Jungkook just really loves looking at you with a smile on your face. Youâre so pretty, he thinks heâs so lucky to even get the chance to look at you.
âYou know we all need this trip, right? I think itâs all our first time vacationing in two years.â
He nods, chuckling to himself. Itâs true. The last time was the Thailand trip and it felt like eons ago. Being a resident surgeon means less free time for leisure â and so you always make sure to spend your days off wisely. Even this trip took a lot of pre-planning to be possible just so all of your schedules would match.
âItâs crazy, thoughâŚâ you say suddenly.
Jungkook cocks a brow at you. âWhatâs crazy?â
âThat weâve known each other for like â what? Eight years?â
Eight years and four months to be exact. Jungkookâs not keeping count â he just will never forget the exact moment he met you for the very first time.
Itâs truly one of his core memories â knowing you. He remembers having to pass by the law library to meet Jimin â one of his closest friends who was studying law at the same grad school as him at the time. They were planning to eat out for lunch, but then he saw a woman at the individual study areas with a reading material thatâs familiar with his. Netterâs Atlas of Human Anatomy. You wore that maroon hairclip you loved so much during first year (Jungkook remembers you losing it in the second semester and how he bought you another one in your birthday), and when you looked up from your book for awhile, taking a break from taking notes on your iPad, that was when Jungkook saw your face and he nearly falls over back then.
Itâs common knowledge among your mutual friends and acquaintances that youâre pretty. Itâs the first thing that Jungkook noticed about you, the reason why he harbored an instant crush. That pretty much turned into⌠well â something deeper as the years passed by and he got to know you more than just your beautiful physical appearance.
He found it strange at the time to find somebody who was obviously a med student studying at the law library, but he soon found out it was because you didnât like studying at the med lib, said you felt too much pressure being among your fellow med students. Jungkook understood that in a spiritual level, and so when you became friends, you studied a lot at the law lib, until you met Doyeon and she formed a study group. It wasnât long before Taehyung joined the equation.
Looking back at it, Jungkook thinks itâs surreal. How knowing you led to him knowing more people that would soon be important in his life up until the age of thirty-one.
âAlmost a decade.â He says, canât help but smile at the thought.
âRight? It feels so surreal sometimes that we all knew each other at, like, twenty-three and twenty two. And now weâre in our thirties.â
âWhen you put it like thatâŚâ Jungkook trails off, laughing at how young you actually were eight years ago.
âYeah, I know!â You giggle. You look ahead, then you laugh again to yourself. Jungkook looks at you in confusion, giving you a questioning look at your sudden burst of laughter. Looking at him, you shake your head, âThis is a bit of a TMI, but I was twenty-two when I entered med school, so I just lost my virginity three years ago. You know whatâs funny? Iâve always thought I would lose my virginity, at like, thirty. Or twenty-seven. But that was even way too early for me.â
Jungkook almost splutters at the way you casually bring it up. He takes the bottle of Smirnoff away from him and looks at you with a chuckle. âLosing your virginity at nineteen is common.â
âWell, did you? Lose yours at nineteen?â You arch a brow.
âNope.â Jungkook shakes his head, tipping his head back to drink again.
âYounger?â You ask again.
Jungkook chuckles at your curiosity. Much to your surprise, he shakes his head again. âNah. Junior year. I just turned twenty-one. Lost it with my first girlfriend.â
Your lips part and Jungkook meets your shocked stare, brow cocked upwards.
âYouâre fucking with me.â
âWhat? No, Iâm not.â He laughs. He gets your surprise, though. Taehyung couldnât believe it either when it came up in a random conversation.
You still look incredulous as you say, âYou mean, like you never dated until junior year of undergrad?â
Jungkook shakes his head once again. âYes, and noâŚ? I mean, I had a⌠sort of girlfriend? Back in highschool, yeah, but it was more of like a mutual crush thing rather than an official relationship. But yeah, never dated and never had sex âtil I found my first girlfriend in third year.â
You look at him suspiciously still, and Jungkook canât help but laugh even more at your reaction.
âI really donât believe you.â
âWhatâs so surprising about that?â Jungkook knows the answer, though. He sleeps around, and you know that. Itâs probably why you canât believe heâs only started having sex until third year of college.
Youâre quiet for a bit.
âSo⌠you and that girlfriend broke up, and thenâŚâ you trail off, letting him finish the pieces.
Jungkook chuckles, recalling some memories that he thought were already hidden well at the back of his head.
Jiyeon. Her name was Park Jiyeon, his first girlfriend. He was the one who ended things â and not because he didnât have feelings for her. It was the other way around.
âYeah,â Jungkook fills in. âDidnât date seriously after that.â
âUh⌠was it a bad break-up?â You say, and thereâs hesitance in your voice. When Jungkook looks at you, you open your mouth to take your question back, probably, but Jungkook just gives you a warm smile.
âYeah. It was bad. But I donât really think about it now.â
You nod. âI see.â You say, looking ahead at the ocean again. âYou dated⌠quite seriously again in our last year of med school, though.â
âSora?â
âYeah.â
Jungkook nods, remembering the only one-year relationship he had. Min Sora was a fashion magazine director at the time. Jungkook liked her as she did, but they had too many differences that lead to too many arguments. Sora ended things before the relationship dragged out. Jungkook was grateful for it. Theyâre casual as of now⌠good friends, maybe?
âI always wondered why she broke up with you.â You say quietly.
Jungkook doesnât expect that. âYou wondered about that?â
âYeah. I mean, you seemed like you were both really into each other, so I just thought⌠you know,â you shrug.
âAh. That,â Jungkook looks afar, recalling the day when she ended things with him. It had been because of the stress that the last year of med school brought â he likes to think that. But it was also during the time when Eunwoo proposed to you and what he thought was feelings forgotten for you came back resurfacing and Sora just⌠figured him out. She told him he loved you, and sheâs got no spare time to compete with that. Denying it at the time was futile â Sora was smart. A wise, independent woman. She ended the relationship herself before she got deeply hurt. Jungkook has always felt sorry about how things turned out. No, he doesnât regret the break-up â just regrets the way he hurt her â unintentionally â even though she didnât show it. âJust didnât work out, I guess.â
You nod again.
Silence sits in the air.
It feels a little strange to talk about these things now. Itâs not that you both never share these aspects about your lives to each other, but itâs the first time you ask him about Sora. He never really bothered to share, though, for the record.
From his periphery, he sees you taking your phone out from your pocket, then gasping.
Jungkook immediately looks at you to see whatâs wrong. You show him your phone and he notes nothing of significance first before you say, âItâs 12:01 am. Itâs September first!â
âOh.â
âHappy birthday, Kook.â You say, smiling at him, and itâs an underestimation for Jungkook to say he nearly gets blinded by it. You look so gorgeous in your happy smile, so genuine, so warm, so cozy in your big grey hoodie.
Jungkook wants so bad to plant his lips on yours right then and there, but he reminds himself that he canât do that. He reminds himself that youâre taken. That you like somebody else. The somebody else arriving tomorrow, as per your words earlier this day when he asked about Mingyu.
Still, it doesnât stop Jungkook from mirroring your smile.
âThank you.â
âAnd, before I forget,â you stuff your hands in the pocket of your hoodie and Jungkook watches as you take out a small rectangular box. As he pays you a glance, youâre a little bit shy, not looking straight into his eyes as you say, âUh. I saw this somewhere, and I thought youâd like it.â
You extend your hand to him and Jungkook lets go of his beer to take the velvety green box from you.
He feels jittery as he takes it in, caresses the ribbon first before opening it altogether.
Whatâs inside surprises him.
âIt didnât cost much so donât throw it away,â you say, uncharacteristically defensive. Jungkook canât see your expression, but he bets your thoughts are going haywire as it takes him awhile to say anything about your gift. You always get nervous when it comes to gifts. â... and anyway, itâs not even my real gift. My real gift is a hairdryer, so Iâm sure youâre gonna like that better. But itâs cute, right? You can hang it in your keyholder or somethingââ
â__,â Jungkook cuts you off, his eyes still on the keyring laying on the box. âYouâre giving this to me?â
âY-yeah. Itâs⌠uh⌠cute, right? I thought it was cute.â You say, and when Jungkook looks at you, he sees the adorable way your brows furrow.
He chuckles, looking at the keyring again. Itâs a silver Claddagh.
âDo you know what this means?â Jungkook asks.
âThe what?â
Jungkook points to the Claddagh. âThis symbol.â
You look away as you say, âNo, not really. I just thought itâs a cool keychain. You told me you like keychains, but I donât ever see you with a keychain. So.â
With your nostrils flaring a little, he knows youâre lying. You definitely know what the Claddagh symbol means.
But instead of goading you about it, Jungkook takes the keyring out of the box and hangs it over his finger, admiring the item.
âThank you. This is really cute, and I love it.â Jungkook tells you, giving you a soft smile.
You stare at him and then cave into a smile of your own. âIâm glad you do.â
Jungkook looks at the Claddagh again and smiles heartily.
His heart aches with so much yearning and longing when you go back to the villa that night, spending about three minutes staring at the Claddagh you gifted him that he immediately hangs in his key holder. Jungkook thinks heâs going to transfer it to his work bag or the back of his rearview mirror, but his keyholder would do for now.
You love him alright, certainly not the way he does, but itâs enough for him.
[ DAY 2 | September 1st, 11:55pm ]
It was not a secret among Nayeon, Doyeon, and Taehyung that Jungkookâs mood considerably plummeted down as soon as Mingyu called you early in the morning that heâd be landing in the afternoon.
Afternoon came, and he tried to suck it up like a grown man â and because as far as you know, theyâre both friends. And Mingyuâs your boyfriend. He should be nothing but supportive.
But it was especially hard when you gushed about being excited that he was finally here. Itâs been four months since you started seeing each other, two months since you officially dated, but somehow, Jungkook still could not process it.
He knows heâs being unfair. To you and to himself. But he couldnât help it. He couldnât help the feeling of ugly bitterness that sat in his heart as you told him about how Mingyu rented another villa so you both could room together, effectively taking you away from the rest of your friends.
Of course, you all spent his birthday together â doing tons of water activities in the ocean, eating at the dining hall, and roaming around for some more leisure time, but Jungkook could not help but think that ever since Mingyuâs arrived, youâve been sticking with him, even taking the time away from the gang to show your boyfriend around the resort.
Even at the villaâs porch where all of you took out your foldable chairs to drink outside, you were with Mingyu, perched on his lap, laughing at the jokes getting thrown around in the circle.
He tried not to look too much at how Mingyu comfortably wrapped one arm around your waist while the other held a drink, how you leaned into his touch, and how easily he blended with the group with his charm.
âWhereâd you get the ice cream?â Doyeon asked as Taehyung sat down on his chair with a small bowl of the sweet treat.
âFridge. Nayeon and I bought it earlier.â
âThereâs ice cream?â Mingyu asked, in which Taehyung nodded to. He turned to you. âDo you want it?â
Jungkookâs brows furrowed in confusion. â__âs lactose intolerant.â He noticed everybody suddenly looking at him. Feeling cornered, he drank from his beer to avoid their gazes.
Mingyu, obviously surprised by the declaration, glanced back at you. âBaby, you didnât tell me that?â
You winced. âItâs not really a big deal.â you waved him off and when you laugh.
âYeah, sheâs stubborn about it. She can inhale five cones in one sitting.â Taehyung said which made everybody laugh. Jungkook knew it was to lighten the mood. So, he laughed as well, even though from his periphery, he could see you giving him daggers through your eyes.
Jungkook doesnât know why you had to pretend it wasnât a big deal. Sure, Taehyungâs right about you not taking your lactose intolerance seriously sometimes, but youâve also gotten into a lot of trouble because of it, hence why youâve been making conscious efforts to not eat dairy.
The whole day leaves a sour impression on him with Mingyu around. Quite a shame, really, since he started his birthday so well with you taking him to the far-end of the beach to drink and give him a Claddagh.
When the night becomes much darker, Jungkook sits on the terrace near the pool all by himself. Everybodyâs fast asleep at this point. He doesnât know about you, though, âcause youâve probably transferred all your stuff to the other villa Mingyu rented around.
âHey,â
Jungkook looks at the embodied voice that suddenly calls. He sees itâs Doyeon.
âHey,â Jungkook smiles, taking the other bottle of beer on the coffee table and offering it to her.
She waves his hand. âNah, Iâve had enough for the whole day.â Doyeon situates herself on the folding chair next to Jungkook.
Jungkook nods, looking straight ahead to the pool. They sit in comfortable silence for a while until Doyeon speaks.
âHey, Iâm sorry for the last week,â
Jungkook glances at her with a small smile. âWhat for?â
âFor calling you a pussy. And just⌠being harsh. Had a tough week and your emotional constipation just pissed me off more. Youâre still a pussy, but I shouldnât have rubbed it off your face.â She says.
Jungkook stares at her with parted lips.
âWow. I donât know if thatâs an actual apology.â
âItâs an apology with a hundred percent realness, you know I donât baby anybody.â
âHah,â Jungkook scoffs, amused. âYeah. Well, youâre right, though. Todayâs beenâŚâ
Doyeon sighs. âItâs hard on you, right?â
Jungkook can only give her a meaningful smile.
âBut you donât exactly have the right to get jealous⌠sheâs not your girlfriend and you two are not anything,â Doyeon says, and it tugs at Jungkookâs heartstrings. Meanwhile, she looks ahead and continues to speak. âItâs hard when you have all these feelings for someone, but you have to hide it. You just want to show everybody they mean so much to you, but you canât. It sucks.â
Jungkook thinks sheâs still talking about his situation with you but then as he glances at her, she seems to be deep in thought. As if sheâs actually speaking from her own experience.
Heâs intrigued by that, of course.
âWoah, are you still talking about me?â
That seems to get Doyeon out of her trance.
She rolls his eyes. âWho else would I be talking about?â
Jungkook opens his mouth to say something. You guys have always had the theory that Doyeon has a secret boyfriend. Itâs silly at best but sometimes, he thinks itâs true. Doyeon has never been the type to wear her heart on her sleeve, though. Sheâs tough and sheâs frank a lot of times. But sheâs the kind of friend whoâd call you a bitch in your face but then would go to all the lengths to defend you from everybody.
âOkay.â Jungkook nods, dropping the subject.
âHas she told you yet?â Doyeon asks suddenly.
âWhat?â He mirrors back, knowing exactly who the she Doyeonâs referring to.
âSheâs planning to move in with him some of these days.â
âIâŚâ Jungkook stops, his mouth opening and closing like a fish in water. To say that heâs stunned is an understatement. Obviously, you havenât told him anything.
âYou donât know.â Doyeon says upon realization.
Jungkook shakes his head. âShe didnât tell me.â
Doyeon lets out a loud sigh. âItâs not really set in stone, though, thatâs what she said. But theyâre discussing it.â
âAh.â Jungkook nods and looks ahead at the pool. Another beat of silence, a sip of beer, and then he scoffs. âI really shouldâve confessed even way back then, huh?â He laughs but thereâs no humor in it.
Doyeon stares at him. âI didnât tell you about that so you can regret not telling your feelings for her earlier.â
âI didnâtââ
âI told you that so you can move on, Jungkook.â
Jungkook closes his mouth shut.
She looks away. âYou remember the time I liked you in med school?â
âDoyeonâŚâ Jungkookâs lips part, not at all expecting for her to bring that up. Itâs been so long ago and ever since⌠Doyeonâs confession, they never really talked about it again.
âOh my god, look at your face,â She laughs. âGod, do you think I still like you? I moved on the day after you rejected me.â
âI didnât reject you.â Jungkook defensively says.
She rolls her eyes. âI asked you if you were interested and you didnât say anything. You just looked at me like this,â Doyeon stiffens her body and widens her eyes in a comical rendition of Jungkookâs famous OJO face.
Jungkook canât help but scoff. âThat was the strangest confession that happened to me, though. You told me you liked me in the straightest face ever, I still think it was a cruel prank of some sort.â
Doyeon bursts into laughter, and Jungkook follows along, recalling that time.
âYeah⌠that was funny. But⌠it was real, not a prank at all. I donât remember why I liked you, though.â
Jungkook looks at her incredulously. âOkay, but thatâs actually the most hurtful thing youâve ever said to me.â
âDonât take it personally,â Doyeon rolls her eyes, but thereâs a smile on her lips still. âAnyway, I brought it up because that was the same day when I realized you like __. I mean, I had my suspicions, but I confirmed it around the time.â
Jungkook shakes his head. âWas really surprised when you told me that. I thought I hid it pretty well.â
âYeah, but not to me. You know, I donât even know how __ didnât figure it out herself. Youâd always follow her around and in our study sessions, you always stayed up late with her and was overly attentive. Whenever Taehyung asked you too much, you sort of like reached a point where you just told him to suck it up. But if it was __, you were so patient,â Doyeon giggles. âShe had a really hard time with Biochem. I remember you tutoring her all the time.â
âThat wasâŚâ Jungkook bows his head down, a bit embarrassed at being read like that. âShe cried a lot during first year.â
Doyeon purses her lips. âYeahâŚâ
Both stare ahead again, with nothing to say for a few more seconds. Jungkook continues to sip his bear while Doyeon quietly sits.
âI have this biased notion about Mingyu,â Doyeon speaks up. Jungkook looks at her she continues, âI keep on telling myself, heâs probably gonna fuck up anytime soon â and thatâs because deep inside, I still want you and __ together. You know Iâve always wanted you both to be together. Itâs hard to see __ struggling with her love life. She almost failed the internship when Eunwoo broke up with her, and I donât want her to go through that again as her friend. Itâs hard, because I canât do anything about it. I think of you, and how much you love her, and I think youâre good for her⌠but at the same time, I feel bad for thinking that. Because I can see that Mingyu makes her happy. Itâs different with the other guys she dated before him. Sheâs truly happy with him, and I find it hard to think that Mingyuâs gonna break her heart. He seems⌠nice⌠and that heâd be good for her, you know what I mean?â
Jungkookâs quiet, processing her words.
Doyeon sighs before she speaks again. âBut that hurts you in the process, doesnât it? Seeing her happy but not with you. Youâre both my friends and Iâm in the position where itâs hard for me to situate myself in a certain place. Because I want __ to be happy, but I also want you to be happy â but your happiness is interconnected and itâs⌠tricky. Itâs a tricky situation.â
Jungkook doesnât realize that heâs gripping the neck of the bottle quite tightly at Doyeonâs words, but he listens.
âI donât normally say things like this, Jungkook, but Iâm your friend so Iâm just gonna let this go,â Doyeon finally looks at him, and he meets her gaze. âIt hurts me to see you hurting like this. It hurts Taehyung and Nayeon as well, but they wonât say it. Just⌠just be⌠just be okay, please?â
Jungkook exhales a sharp, shaky breath.
He knows what Doyeon meant by that. Sheâs asking him to⌠find happiness on his own. Happiness that doesnât lie on __âs reciprocity because with the way things are going, thatâs impossible. Sheâs planning to move in with Mingyu, and most of all, she seems genuinely happy.
âI⌠I know. Thank you.â Jungkook says, not really knowing what to say.
Doyeon chuckles. âDo you want a hug?â
He looks at her with a smile. âI could use one right now, yeah.â
Doyeon laughs before standing up and going over to where Jungkook sits on his own sun chair. When she steps in front of him, Jungkook wraps his arms around her waist and lets himself rest the side of his head on her stomach, closing his eyes when Doyeon pats the crown of his head.
âBelated happy birthday, Jungkook.â
Jungkook chuckles. âThanks. Youâre unusually mushy today.â
Doyeon pinches his ear slightly which earns her a groan.
The two stay like that for a few more seconds when suddenly, Jungkook hears a familiar voice.
âOh, h-hey guys,â
Jungkook immediately looks ahead to see you standing from the other side of the terrace, looking at him and Doyeon. At that, Doyeon lets go of him, twisting her body to look in your direction. Jungkook retreats his arms back to his side and smiles to acknowledge you.
âI thought you were sleeping already.â He says.
âYeah, what brought you here?â Doyeon asks.
You approach them with unusually slow steps, as if reluctant. âLeft my wallet here. Just realized it a while ago,â you say. After that, you stop on your tracks. Your gaze falls between them with an unsure smile on your face. âYou two drinking?â
âNah, Jungkook is.â Doyeon says, pointing to the bottle of Smirnoffs on the small table beside Jungkookâs chair. Then, she looks under her own. âWhereâd you leave your wallet?â
âOver my chair earlier.â You give her a smile again. But somehow, it looks a bit awkward. A little forced. Jungkook knows you well enough to identify your smiles.
And as he looks at you longer, he realizes you have a certain color on your face, but itâs one of those expressions he canât read.
âWell,â you blurt out after a beat of silence. Looking around, you go over to where you were sitting earlier then duck. âI think I left it hereâŚâ you trail off. Jungkookâs just about to stand up to help as well when you suddenly pull up a brown leather, grinning at both of them. âYay.â
Jungkook chuckles. âThat wouldâve been the third wallet youâll lose this year.â
You mirror his laughter, and Doyeon joins in.
Thereâs another pause and then hesitantly, you ask, âDid I⌠uh⌠disturb something? OrâŚâ
âWhat?â Doyeon asks with furrowed brows. âNo,â
âAh, okay,â you smile at her and then insert your wallet in your shorts. âAnyway, Iâm heading back to Mingyu. The villa he rented is just at the back of ours, so⌠feel free to visit anytime or whatever.â
âSure.â Jungkook says. He didnât mean it to sound clipped and short but he must have unintentionally let the tone slip, as you and Doyeon immediately give him a look. He clears his throat. âI mean, of course. Tomorrow?â
You nod.
You look at him. And then, you point between him and Nayeon. âAre you two staying up here late?â
âNah, Iâm heading to bed actually.â Doyeon says, picking up her phone from the sun lounger.
âYeah, me too.â Jungkook puts the beer to the coffee table and stands up.
You nod. âOkay, then. Well, good night to you two.â
âAlright, good night. Iâll head out first.â Doyeon says before disappearing into the sliding door that leads straight to the villaâs living room.
You soon turn your heels back to head out as well, but Jungkook calls after you. Turning around, you hum, acknowledging him. âHm?â
âGood night, stinky.â
You deadpan. âNight, fucker.â
Jungkook laughs, watching your retreating back as you leave.
[ DAY 4 | September 3rd , 3:05 am ]
Jungkook likes to work out when he has a lot in his mind. But sometimes, he opts for jogging or walking around to clear his head.
With the turn of events since Mingyuâs arrival and Doyeon informing him about your plans on furthering your relationship with Mingyu, he finds himself along by the shore at three am with high hopes to clear his mind. It doesnât give the solution, but it temporarily does the job.
Inserting his hands in the pockets of his hoodie, he looks ahead at the view of the ocean, trying so hard to shut his head down with overbearing thoughts of you. Itâs no use, though, itâs always filled with thoughts of you and you alone.
Jungkook thinks about the time in med school when he thought he was completely over you. It had been after you made it official with Eunwoo two months into seeing him. He thought it would be a âbigger personâ thing to do, moving on, that is, after you announced that you got a boyfriend â but then later on, when he slept with other women or had his casual dates, you suddenly popped up in his head randomly, and his heart suddenly ached when Eunwoo would drop by the university to fetch you. He felt ugly bitterness when you smiled too much whenever Eunwoo was brought up in the conversation. He found himself wishing it was him instead â the guy you thought of buying shirts for, the guy you randomly thought of when you saw something at the mall or the park, or the guy you called when you needed anything.
It was that spring break in second year when he realized that he loved you, after trying hard to brush his feelings off for you as a mere infatuation because you were gorgeous and smart.
He finds himself thinking about the time when he almost let out his heart when you had a fall-out with Eunwoo during your third year. Thinks about how pathetic he was for thinking that he finally had the chance. It had been when you called him at midnight, crying onto the phone as you asked him if he wasnât busy. Jungkook had been studying for a Clinical Skill Assessment at that time, but heâd have been a fool to make you feel lonely when you already seemed like you were not fine. So, he had set aside his studying that night and went right over to your place. You told him about how Eunwoo was going cold, how Eunwoo was getting too close to the senior architect at his firm which youâd been having huge arguments about during those days â Jungkook remembered feeling broken at the sight of you crying, could feel himself building up hatred for the guy who was fucking up his chance with the woman he did not deserve. He thought about how he would never do that to you, thought about how he could be better for you â the envy bubbling inside his heart too big to ignore.
Jungkook remembered thinking how he would never fuck up any chances with you, and how Eunwoo was a fucking idiot for even making you feel that way.
That night, he almost kissed you. And the day after that, you avoided him like the plague.
Doyeon told him he was just as much of a big fucking idiot as Eunwoo for doing that. And Jungkook remembered regretting that night, and swearing off to never, ever make a move on you ever again because your avoidance of him made him feel like the biggest fucking piece of shit to ever exist on Earth.
He remembers you didnât talk to him for about a month. And he remembers fearing that that was finally it. Â
Of course, you made up â youâre still in his life. You let him still be in your life even though he betrayed your trust. The trust that lies on the fact that he was your best friend. Someone who was not supposed to take advantage of your vulnerability, someone who did not suddenly try to kiss you when you were at your worst.
It was a memory you two werenât fond of. Heck, youâve never ever brought it up not even once since it happened. When you finally talked to him again after that, you did not let him apologize for what he did â just shut him down by saying that you two should just forget about it and never mention it again. You made it clear that you did not want to talk about it â not at all, not in a million years.
Again, Jungkook has had a million attempts to move on. Especially when you got back together with Eunwoo. He did temporarily, when Sora came into the picture. He genuinely did like her, even more than his first girlfriend in college, and he thought he could eventually love her the same way he does you, but Eunwoo suddenly proposed⌠and his defense came crumbling down. The fear of losing you once again was too overwhelming that he ruined the relationship with Sora because admittedly, he had always been pathetic like that.
Even now that youâre with Mingyu, heâs still pathetic. He still thinks that one day, you can finally look at him. Like, really look at him and feel anything but friendly towards him. Itâs extremely pathetic that he keeps on telling himself that your friendship will be enough, but then deep down, itâs not.
Jungkook shuts his eyes close when he feels the cool breeze of the wind hitting his skin under the hoodie. He lets himself stand there for a while, just trying to bask in the surroundings, ignoring the heavy feeling that sits in his heart.
But then he smells a sudden waft of smoke, and he knits his brows as he opens his eyes back again, turning to the direction of the smell.
When he turns back, he sees a familiar figure of a man.
âMingyu?â
Mingyu glances back at him with the same surprised look on his face, but it disappears just as quickly. Pinching the cigarette between his fingers, he blows smoke in the air and inserts one hand in his shorts.
âJeon.â
âStill Jeon to you, huh?â Jungkook sneers, walking over to where Mingyu is. âWhy are you here?â
Mingyu arches a brow. âI could ask you the same thing.â
âWoke up a few minutes ago and couldnât get back to sleep.â
Taking a hit of his cigarette again, Mingyu shakes his head. âThatâs tough.â
âSame with you?â Jungkook asks.
âNah. Had a discussion with my girlfriend. Just wanted to clear my head.â
Jungkook nods, not saying anything to that. Itâs weird that youâve been fighting a lot lately. He wonders if youâre okay.
Pulling out a pack of Marlboro and a lighter, Mingyu extends them to Jungkook.
He looks down at it and thinks about how this exact thing happened in college. Mingyu always had the pack of cigarettes and the link to the best weed man in college. He used to think they would be fond memories.
But Jungkook shakes his head, looking ahead.
âI quit years ago.â He says. And it is true. He wasnât much of a smoker and only did it occasionally when he was extremely stressed, but it took him awhile to stop the habit completely, only dropping the cigarettes during second year of med school. Jungkook would say it was due to his own concern about his health â but there was an incident in the same year where you caught him smoking at the uniâs park after a particularly taxing exam, and how you did not hesitate to tell him that you hated â absolutely abhorred â smokers. You said you didnât care if he smoked, but as a med student he shouldâve known better.
He never touched that shit again.
âChanging your ways now?â Mingyu says with a teasing â more like mocking â tone, inserting the pack and lighter back in his pants.
Jungkook shrugs at that, which earns him a scoff from Mingyu.
âDo you smoke around her?â Jungkook suddenly asks.
âWho?â
â__.â
A beat of silence. And then Mingyu laughs.
âNo. She doesnât know I smoke. She doesnât have to.â
Good. Jungkook thinks. Good that he doesnât smoke around her. But what did he mean by saying she doesnât need to know?
âShe doesnât like smokers, you know.â Jungkook tells him.
From his periphery, Jungkook sees Mingyu glancing at him. It takes a while for him to say something.
âYouâd know that, huh?â
The dip in his tone makes Jungkook meet his gaze. Suddenly, the smirk on Mingyuâs face is gone, and thereâs something behind his eyes that he canât quite put a finger on.
Jungkook tries to ignore that. âIâve known her for a long time. The others can also tell you that.â He says, referring to the rest of your friends on the trip.
âYou think I donât know?â
With furrowed brows and growing confusion, Jungkook stares at Mingyu.
âWhat?â
âThat you like my girlfriend.â Mingyu spits the words out like venom in his mouth, but itâs in a way that tells him itâs been sitting with him for far too long. Jungkookâs surprised at the declaration, feels himself being taken aback by the blunt way he said it as if heâs so sure.
But Jungkook doubles down, to Mingyuâs surprise.
âSo?â
That obviously wasnât the answer the other man wanted to hear. So, what? He can dish it, but he canât take it?
âYouâre goddamn pathetic, then.â Mingyu says after awhile, taking a hit on his cigarette again.
It itches the bubbling anger Jungkook has had for him for the past ten years.
âI like __, and Iâm not gonna deny that to you,â Jungkook faces him. âBut you donât have to worry about that, because unlike you, I have enough self-respect to not sleep with my friendâs girlfriend.â
Itâs another response that Mingyu does not expect. Jungkook also did not mean to let that out. But his tongue glided with the words and he couldnât help it. Suddenly, memories of junior year in undergrad comes back flashing to him; Jiyeon and Mingyu, fucking in his goddamn bed, his girlfriend cheating on him with his best friend.
Jungkookâs already moved on from that. Jiyeon was not a loss, even though she was his first girlfriend â heck, first love even, but she cheated on him. And not just with anybody but his best friend at the time. The worst thing was that Mingyu was completely in on it, and Jungkook doesnât think he ever felt remorse about what happened back then. Mingyu gave him a half-assed apology the day he walked in on them, even had the gall to âexplainâ Jiyeonâs side, that apparently, she just wasnât âfeeling itâ with Jungkook anymore, and that Mingyu and her had been hitting it off. Jungkook realized it was why Mingyu suddenly came over way too often over at his apartment.
Itâs exactly why he never bothered to meet with Mingyu after graduation. Why he was not enthusiastic meeting him at the engagement party.
But that happened so many years ago that he thought Mingyuâs changed. He didnât want to burst your bubble and tell you what happened between them back then because heâd be the one to ruin the happiness youâve wished for all these years.
âI see youâre still hung up on that.â Mingyu says after a while. He throws the cigarette away and steps on it with his heel.
Jungkookâs jaw ticks in what he feels is growing rage. âIâve moved on. Iâm just letting you know that even though I like __, Iâm never doing what you did back then.â
âYouâre such good guy, then?â
âIf not cheating makes me a good guy, then maybe I am.â Jungkook shrugs.
âJiyeon was a bitch. She was never gonna be good for you.â Mingyu suddenly says.
It makes Jungkook seethe. âAnd so you fucked her?â
âShe liked me better than you. Women always liked me more, thatâs why I was going through them while your goody-two shoes virgin prude ass was daydreaming about dating to marry. You remember that, right?â Mingyu looks at him with a mocking stare. âAnd Jiyeon was smoking hot. She offered, I just delivered. Said you couldnât make her cum properly. We could have shared her, you know?â
âFuck you.â Jungkook spits out. He feels enraged and pissed and disgusted all at the same time.
âAre you getting mad?â Mingyu levels him with an infuriating smirk. âYou always got a stick up in your ass, Jeon. Kyungmi told me youâre just a regular playboy these days, said it was the effect of your first girlfriend cheating on you. Right now, though, is that just a front to hide your feelings from my girlfriend? A pathetic boy best friend just wanting to be noticed by his hot girl best friend? You play that role so well. Telling me sheâs lactose intolerant, she doesnât like smokers⌠you want to fuck her so bad itâs laughable because you know you canât.â
âDonât⌠fucking talk about her like that.â Jungkook growls, and he feels blood rushing through his veins.
Mingyu shakes his head. âYou know what I thought when I first met her? I was completely interested right away, but when you showed upâŚâ He chuckles in the way that makes Jungkookâs skin prickle. âIt just made me want her more.â
âYouâre fucked in the head.â
âThis fucked in the head guy got the girl you want wanting to commit to him. I donât know if she told you, but weâre moving in together.â
Jungkook pokes his tongue to his cheek. âYou think I wonât tell her about this?â
âYou think sheâs gonna believe you?â Mingyu fires back. Jungkook closes his mouth, doesnât really know if heâs confident enough to say yes. That earns him an arrogant smirk from Mingyu. âThatâs right, she wonât. I have no doubt sheâs gonna choose me over you. Jiyeon has had before. And if youâre gonna fight the same battle again this time, youâll lose.â
Jungkook regulates his breathing hearing his words. Heâs starting to not see clearly, his fist clenching on his side and he knows better than to resort to violence, but Mingyuâs testing his patience.
Heâs completely wrong for thinking that he isnât the same asshole he was back in college. Heâs completely wrong for not telling you about him sooner. Heâs completely wrong about everything.
Glancing at his hand, Mingyu looks him in the eyes, leaning forward. âYou wanna hit me just like how you did back then? You almost fucking killed me when you gave me that head injury that kicked me out of the fucking team.â
The head injury. That fucking head injury. Jungkook was so mad when he found out that he just saw pure red. It wasnât his best moment â he knows. He lost control and just⌠went for it. He still regrets doing it â not punching Mingyu â but for losing it when he couldâve shown him that heâd always be the bigger person between them both.
Heâs quiet and Mingyu takes that as a win. Scoffing, Mingyu says, âI couldâve reported you to the admin and you couldâve been expelled, and if that happened, you couldnât have gone to med. You are where you are right now because of me, so donât fucking show that animosity towards me because you fucking owe me one.â
Jungkook canât help but laugh. But he does so humorlessly. âYou really think that?â He stares at the other guy. âYouâre just as delusional as you were back then, Gyu. You think everybody liked you â but that was just because you were a touch-deprived loser who would fuck anything that breathed near him, and I wasnât. I only entertained women I liked. You thought you were smarter, but I was always the one who got the better and higher grades, even though you studied way harder. Is that why you went with law? So you wonât have to compete with me in the med field? I also know you were pissed as fuck when the captain title was passed on to me instead of you,â Jungkook leans closer as well. âYouâve always thought of yourself so highly, but deep down, you were just an insecure little boy trying to compete with another guy that didnât even see you as competition because you were that irrelevant.â
Mingyu, in his own fir of rage, grabs Jungkookâs collar, but Jungkook stays in his place, face stoic as Mingyu snarls, âYou keep running your mouth while you cry yourself to sleep because those donât mean anything when Iâm the one fucking the love of your life,â Jungkook visibly recoils to that, and when Mingyu notices, he smirks, adding, âYeah, yeah, you wanna know how __ is in bed? Because youâll never see her sopping wet when you give her cock. That angelic face of hers⌠youâll never know sheâs a slut the way that filthy mouth asks me to fuck her harder because I am that gooââ
He wasnât able to finish his sentence when Jungkookâs heavy fist suddenly lands on his cheek.
That effectively gets Mingyu to let go of Jungkookâs collar as he loses his balance and steps backwards limply, thumbing the side of his mouth only to see blood.
Whisking away his fist, Jungkook looks at Mingyu with fire in his eyes and venom in his voice when he says, âDonât you ever fucking dare talk about her like that, you fucking piece of shit.â
The moon hangs low in the sky, casting a silvery white glow over the beach, but the comforting sound of waves and the calm of the surrounding is a contrast to the rising tension between Jungkook and Mingyu.
When Mingyu doesnât say anything, Jungkook turns on his heel, ready to leave, but suddenly, he feels the back of his shirt getting pulled and being met with a fist right on his cheek, close to his nose. He barely dodges the hit, taken aback by the unexpected attack.
âFuck you.â Mingyu grits, eyes blazing.
With that, the fight intensifies, with Jungkook throwing a quick jab back. Mingyu retaliates with as much fury, the two of them grappling, their bodies colliding with violent force. Soon, the sound of their grunts and the occasional crash of a punch against flesh is drowned out by the crashing waves.
And then a familiar voice calls their names.
âJungkook! Mingyu!â
âOh my god!â
Jungkookâs suddenly being taken away by somebody by his arms, and he realizes itâs Taehyung when he speaks up again once he and Mingyu are off each other.
âWhat the fuck are you two doing?â Taehyung asks incredulously, rightfully shocked at what heâs seen. Jungkook forces his way out of Taehyungâs hold in frustration, wiping the side of his mouth. Mingyuâs on the other side a few inches away being hesitantly held down by Nayeon, who looks at all of them with deep worry in her eyes. Turning to her, Taehyung says, âCall Doyeon and __. Theyâre sleeping in the same room together at the villa.â
âYou donât need to do that,â Jungkook says, glaring at Taehyung.
He looks at him angrily. âYouâre fistfighting with somebody at fuck oâclock in the morning. Weâre going to get run off by the police, be thankful we saw you.â
âI-Iâll call Doyeon and __.â Nayeon stutters, reluctantly pulling away from Mingyu and going to the direction of the villas.
When she leaves, Taehyung looks between the two beaten up men, not believing their busted faces. Rubbing his own with his hands in frustration, he looks back at them again, saying, âWhat the fuck happened to you guys? Why were you fighting?â
âItâs none of your business.â Mingyu says.
Taehyung glances at him with irritation. âNone of my business? Fuck off, Kim Mingyu. You joined in on this trip. Everything that happens here is quite literally each otherâs business.â
âTae.â
âI canât believe you guys,â Taehyung shakes his head, ignoring Jungkook. âFighting like goddamn immature teenagers⌠are you not embarrassed?â
Looking away, Jungkook decides to sit on the sand and let Taehyungâs words go from one ear to another. His energy is waning and the rage he had a while ago is just simmering down to⌠nothing. He feels absolutely empty.
âJungkook?â He doesnât realize the steps that were coming towards them were you and Doyeon. Itâs obvious that youâve both been sleeping, still in your pajamas as you rush towards their direction. He looks at you when you call his name, but then suddenly, you turn to Mingyu. âMingâ what happened?â
Jungkook feels his heart break when you come towards Mingyuâs direction first. He knows why you did. Heâs your boyfriend, of course you are going to tend to him first.
Suddenly, he remembers what Mingyu said. About you choosing him over Jungkook.
Jungkook didnât doubt that, but it doesnât mean it doesnât hurt a little to see it fully realized.
âJungkookâ Jesus Christ,â Doyeon comes over to him and quickly checks his head. With knitted brows, she casts him a look.
âIâm fine.â
Sheâs about to say something, but then she closes her mouth and then glances at you.
Sighing, she turns to everyone and announces, âLook, letâs just get them back to the villa. Treat their wounds before they get infected.â
âRight.â Taehyung says and then comes over to Jungkook to help Doyeon guide him in walking. He relents first because he doesnât need their assistance, but Taehyung looks at him and he knows heâs pissed. So, he lets them.
As he tries to subtly look over to where you were, you have your arm around Mingyuâs waist while Nayeon helps guide him as well.
It takes a tedious few minutes to get back to the villa where Doyeon and Taehyung decide to take care of him in his room while Nayeon and you tend to Mingyu back in your room.
Doyeon nor Taehyung doesnât say anything the whole time. Just let the silence fall in the room as they clean his wounds and put bandages around the cuts on his face and treat his busted lip.
He knows theyâll talk to him in the next few hours. Itâs inevitable. But at least theyâre sparing him for tonight â or today, since itâs almost four am.
Jungkook regrets not seeing the sunrise.
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ă hello! i am back from the dead with my second fic and second installment in the senses series. i do apologize that this took so long, but i do plan on releasing more stuff soon-ish. i'm working on a longer series, so who knows what'll hapen lol. also! i am cross posting on ao3 now. the user is femdoms, so check it out if you are interested. finally, i just want to say thank you for reading and i hope you enjoy this!
 âGod, I really canât stand you, San! Stop following me, pervert!â
âYeah, whatever, just get in so we can talk,â he yells to you with his arm hanging out the window of his car, an annoyed, yet amused smirk covering his face.
âNo way!â You yell over your shoulder, too embarrassed to face him both physically and figuratively.Â
Really, how could you? Not after you found him with your diary in his hands, reading it like it was his favorite novel. At first, you tried to convince yourself that he didnât see those pages, but the blush on his cheeks told you otherwise.Â
And thatâs why youâre here: running away from San in the middle of the night.
âIâll make you a milkshake,â San coos from the car, causing you to turn your head in interest, âYou know you love âem,â he offers, as if youâre a dog and heâs holding a treat in front of your face.Â
And god damn it, it works.
âFine, but Iâm not talking to you until I get one,â you say, opening the car door and climbing in.
âYouâre talking to me now,â he quips, earning a look from you that he thinks wouldâve killed him if it had the ability.
âAlright, tough crowd,â he murmurs to himself with a dry laugh, hoping to earn a giggle- or at least a smile- from you, but to no avail.
The whole situation was so embarrassing. And degrading, and stupid, and embarrassing-
âStop thinking so much,â he swats at your arm playfully, noticing the clear look of discomfort and sheer, unabashed embarrassment on your face, âyou donât even know what I have to say yet.âÂ
You answer him with a small hum, deciding against giving him a verbal response, because no matter how much youâd like to curl up in a hole and die, youâre still as stubborn as the day San met you.Â
You officially met him the first day you worked at the diner. Your best friendâs family had owned it since the old owners left, leaving the significantly smaller family of four looking for new employees. College debt had already begun sneaking its way into the back of your mind, and Eunbi needed to work with someone other than her nagging parents or annoying older brother. It was the perfect opportunity for you.
âCâmon! Just try it!â The boy working with you begged.
âI already told you, I have trauma with milkshakes!â
San laughed to himself, trying to hide the amusement evident on his face.
âLook, Iâm sorry you found a hair in your milkshake however long ago, but I can assure you that my milkshake is hairless,â he held his little finger up to you, âpinky promise.â
Rolling your eyes, you locked your pinky with his. Your hands lingered together for a moment too long, until San pulled his away to push the drink closer to you.
âSan, you know, Iâm not really a huge fan of chocolate-âÂ
âDidnât you and Eunbi make chocolate cupcakes for your birthday though?â
You freeze, cheeks heating up at his question, unsure if it was the fact that heâd caught you in a lie or that he knew and remembered what you and Eunbi had done for your birthday bringing the blush to your face. Attempting to hide your embarrassment, you shot him a small smirk, gently pursing your lips.
ââGotcha there, honey.â
Ever since that day, San always had a milkshake waiting for you at the end of each shift. And maybe it was that kindness that made you blush, or maybe it was the fact that his eyes smiled along with his lips every time he greeted you. It couldâve been the way he always knew how to make you giggle, but whatever it was, it was clear that youâd fallen for San.
Which is weird. Weird because heâs older than you, heâs your coworker, heâs out of your league, and worst of all: heâs Eunbiâs brother.
Really? How cliche is that? Itâs not even like you could tell Eunbi about it. That wouldâve made everything so much worse. Itâs embarrassing enough to be so head over heels for a guy who just sees you as his little sisterâs best friend, but to have people know about it too? Thereâd be no coming back from that.
And thatâs exactly why you decided to start keeping a diary, or mindful journaling as you called it. That sounded better than keeping a diary.
You originally started it to confess some of your feelings about San. You wrote how embarrassed you were to have a crush on him. You wrote about the milkshakes he made you and the times he defended you against angry customers. You wrote about how stressed you felt about life in general. Your worries, your fears, the moments of your days that you wanted to forget, but your mind wouldnât let you. You wrote about anything you couldnât confess to another person.Â
On particularly late nights full of hopeless pining and horny desperation, youâd write about your fantasies, some involving random celebrities or TV characters, but most involving San.Â
It was nothing too in depth, it was more about how much you wanted just a taste of him. You knew you could never have him for good, but if you could just feel his strong arms around you or his lips on your skin just once, maybe thatâd be good enough. Just a little taste. It felt dirty thinking about him in that sort of way, but who would see it anyways?Â
Little did you know, San himself would.
It had slipped out of your bag. And being the kind, and relatively organized coworker he is, San picked it up to put it back in your bag for you. The way it landed on the floor, though, left it open on its spine with its pages just begging to be read.Â
He wasnât going to read it. That would be an invasion of privacy, and San wasnât that kind of guy. He wouldnât do that.
But when he picked it up, he couldnât help but notice his name on the page. And unfortunately, as it does most of us, curiosity got the best of him.Â
San tried to stop himself, he really did. But, knowing just how eager you were for him put his head in a spin. He just couldn't help but picture you underneath him, with that adorable blush and shy smile that only appears when he starts teasing you. He wanted so badly to hear how you whimper, to feel how warm you are, to see how sweet you taste. He had a feeling you liked him, but he never would've guessed you reciprocated the feeling so strongly.
He saw this as more of an opportunity for you two. He wasnât going to tell you what heâd seen; heâd just confess to you one night. And maybe itâd have to be secret for a bit, but eventually you could be his, and he wanted nothing more than that.
No big deal.
But, as soon as he heard a small gasp from the doorway and looked up to see your eyes welling with tears, he knew that plan was well fucked.Â
San always thought you were pretty. From the moment Eunbi first brought you over, he couldnât help but notice your expressive eyes and beautiful hair. But what he liked most was that shining smile you had. And seeing that heâd wiped it from your face as soon as you walked in, he just had to chase you.
And so, as you sat across from him in a booth in the dimly lit diner, he studied your face: the embarrassed blush and sweaty gleam sheening your forehead, your pouty lips wrapped around the straw of a chocolate milkshake as your eyebrows furrowed.
Even your beauty was stubborn.
He began softly, so as not to scare you, his fingers drumming against the table in a gentle rhythm, âSo⌠do you like the milkshake?â
You looked up at him, an eyebrow quirked, âYeah, itâs good.â
San pushed out a sigh at your icy reply, settling back in his seat as he let his palm fall flat against the table. He knew what he wanted to say, he just couldnât find the words. You broke the silence a moment later.
âLook, we can both pretend like you saw absolutely nothing at all and Iâll ask to work different times of the day so we wonât even have to see each other. Iâm not weird, I promise, I just-â
âShh,â he cooed, grabbing one of your hands, his thumb rubbing soothing circles into the back of it, âyou didnât even let me talk yet.â
Sanâs gaze scanned your pretty face for a moment, falling onto those eyes and lips he adored. His heart pounded against the back of his ribs, and yet, you seemed so nervous. Had he read it wrong?
âDid you mean it? What you wrote?â he asked, his voice holding a subtle tone of insecurity. His gaze fell to the table where your hands met, his grip tightening just slightly.
You looked up at him, your wide eyes sweeping over his strong face and your breath picking up. Of course you meant it, but did he want you to mean it?Â
âWhy are you asking that?â you mumble, pulling your hand from his shyly. Your entire face was tinged pink from embarrassment and guilt, so anxious. San couldnât stand it.
He made an effort to grab your hand again, his other hand lifting your chin gently so youâd look at him. He shook your head a little, trying to bring out a tiny smile again.Â
âYou said you needed my face between your thighsâŚâ
Your body went rigid. Out of all the entries, he just had to read that one? You remember writing it after watching him open something with his teeth one day, his jaw flexing as he used his teeth to rip open the plastic packet. Unfortunately, your mind was clouded by unsavory thoughts later that night, and so, into the journal those fantasies went.Â
âIâm just saying, Iâve needed a taste for a while now, too. Just give me a chance. Donât run, please,â he pleaded softly, his grip tightening on your hand ever so slightly. He gave you that look, the one where his eyebrows would furrow so gently and his eyes gleamed softly, a desperation hidden in them. San wasnât one to beg, but he couldnât let you think he didnât like you.
To his surprise, the confession didnât make you smile. Instead, you felt your eyes well up with tears and a heavy weight lift off your shoulders. Slowly, you snaked around the table to Sanâs side of the booth, immediately wrapping your arms around one of his as you cried into his shoulder. He received you warmly, his free hand coming up to pat your head softly with sweet coos leaving his mouth, calming and affectionate.
âI thought you were gonna hate me forever, Sannie. Iâm so sorry,â you sobbed, hiccuping softly, no even noticing your snot blotting Sanâs shirt. Such a mess.
San let out a breathy laugh, guiding your face up and off of his shoulder. He grabbed a napkin from the holder at the end of the table and wiped your nose with it gently, an affectionate air about him. Heâd never seen you so emotional, and though his heart constricted seeing your tears, he was just happy to be the one taking care of you: his precious one. In a way, seeing you so worked up over something he saw as no big deal was endearing. Then again, almost everything about you was endearing to San.Â
He smiled down at you after wiping your nose, mumbling, âPretty girl.â You could feel your cheeks go red instantly, feeling like it was your first time having a crush all over again.Â
He continued, his deep voice soft and sweet suddenly, âI could never hate you. Never, never,â he shook his head a bit, leaning in so that your foreheads were pressed together, âwhat I read only surprised me, but it would never make me hate you. So, donât apologize for liking me. I like you, too.â
You swore your heart skipped a beat as he said that. In fact, it seemed like cardiac arrest would be the next step if he didnât stop looking at you with those soft eyes.
âNever knew you had such a dirty mind,â he teased, rubbing your arm with his free hand gently.
And just like that, your eyebrows furrowed again and you hit his arm gently, too embarrassed to be sappy for long.
âStop that! Itâs not good to hold in all your thoughts, you know. You should write your feelings down,â you scolded, face bright red and lips pouting. San took the scolding at first, but it wasnât much use. He was too focused on how cute your face looked all scrunched up.Â
And, he couldnât deny it. Being scolded was pretty hot.
âThere you go again,â San interrupted, sighing playfully. He couldnât help but tease. You stopped mid-sentence, unsure of what you were even scolding him about now.
âHm? What?â you asked softly, a little pout remaining on your lips.
San giggled a little, his eyes squeezing shut as he threw his head back. It was just too much fun for him. He leaned in closer to your face, close enough that your noses nearly met in the middle, whispering, âYouâre too busy being angry to let me give you a taste of me.â
That cocky bastard. Cocky, and teasing, and sexyâŚ
Your eyebrows quirked up and your cheeks burned even hotter as he leaned in closer, his mouth just next to your ear.Â
âThatâs what you wanted, right? What you wrote in your diary⌠ahem, journal,â he whispered, need dripping from his words.Â
And yet, you were too embarrassed to speak. Or, maybe flustered was the right word. Either way, your brain didnât quite work when San teased you normally, and especially not when his hands traveled to your waist, thumbs pressing into you gently.
âW-well, yes, but it was just a fantasy! I was just imagining! If you read more, youâd see I wrote about celebrities alsoâŚâ you stammered, your hands searching for a place to rest along with your eyes.Â
âOh, so youâre saying Iâm not special?â San asked, biting his lip to hold back a cocky smile.
You gasped a little, hands instinctively finding Sanâs firm chest, âNo, no! I just meant, just,â you panicked a bit, somehow losing your words yet again as San put his hands over yours.
âSo, I am special? Am I special enough to have a taste of you?â San asked softly, still teasing, though there was an undercurrent of seriousness in his voice, something like an invitation.
âI donât know if itâs a good idea, Sannie⌠What would Eunbi think?â You ask softly, eyes round and full of worry. Unintentionally, you leaned further into Sanâs chest, prompting him to pull you into a hug. He cradled the back of your head, petting your hair softly.
âShe doesnât have to know yet. And you can always say no, baby. I know I tease you a lot, but itâs just because youâre so cute when youâre worked up. We can take things slow if you want. Itâs just that journal entry⌠it made meâŚâ San trailed off towards the end, his own cheeks getting pink now.
Softly, you reached up and ran your fingers through Sanâs hair, finally offering him a big smile, âLook at you blushing now.â
San blew a bit of air out of his nose, suppressing a shy laugh. âHow couldnât I blush? The thought of you wanting me that wayâŚâ He trailed off again, voice high and squeaky now that he was being teased. He pulled you close and buried his face in your neck, letting his lips place a soft kiss before he continued.
âI want to hear you say it, angel. Tell me Iâm special and itâs more than just a fantasy. Tell me how you want me,â he mumbled into your neck, using every ounce of self restraint to stop himself from kissing it again.
And, in that moment, months of yearning for, pining over, and wanting San in every way came back to you. Your heart ached a bit, and so did the space between your legs. Everything you had imagined and told yourself was just a dream was coming true. It was true that it would be difficult to hide this whole thing considering Eunbi could read you like a book, but you couldnât let this opportunity go.
âGod, San, I want you in every way possible,â you breathed out, tilting your head back to give him better access to your neck. As soon as you did, he latched on to it, sucking a small bruise into it. You trembled a little, involuntarily letting a tiny whimper cross your lips as you whispered, âBut I really need you to fuck me right now.â
âThatâs all I need to hear, baby. Here,â he murmured, detaching himself from you quickly. He swiftly switched spots with you, leaving the booth seat and pulling you to the edge of it. He kneeled in front of you, one hand on your thigh and the other gripping the table still. Pushing the table towards the other side of the booth, San ran his hands up and down your thighs, eyes pleading and lust filled. âItâs alright if I taste you?â
âPlease, need it so bad, Sannie,â you pleaded as he slowly undid your jeans, pulling them off your legs along with your panties in one fatal swoop. You were already dripping onto the seat and he hadnât even touched you yet.Â
San pressed gentle kisses up your bare thighs, using a thumb to rub gentle circles into your clit. You gripped the top of the seat, already feeling a pulsing need in your heat as Sanâs mouth inched closer to it. His breath tickled the area, making your squirm, but what was worse was the look in his eyes. He stopped just in front of your cunt and looked up at you with dark, lustful eyes. In that moment, you understood San wanted this just as much as you did.
It was true. San couldnât even recount the amount of times he pumped his fist in bed or in the shower thinking about you and your sweet pussy. And as much as it made him blush just thinking about it, he wanted nothing more in life than to bury his face in between your thighs some days, making you squirm and hearing what noises he could pull out of you. He wanted to have you, to know you on a deeper level. And what was more intimate than knowing the way a person tastes?
âPretty,â he murmured into his direct line to heaven, his nose nudging your clitÂ
gently. A long, hot stripe was licked up your pussy, making you twitch expectantly. Instantly, your mind began to grow foggy and your hips bucked, San whispering, âItâs alright, just relax, baby.â
And so, you did. You let your torso fall all the way back against the booth seat and your fingers tangle in his hair, a soft grunt leaving him as he dove in deeper. His tongue swirled around your entrance, dipping inside every once in a while as a quiet hum vibrated against you. He kept up his agonizingly slow pace on your clit with his thumb, savoring that way you tasted on his tongue.
Soon, though, San needed more of you. He needed to see you squirm more, hear you moan just for him. He pulled you even closer to the edge of the booth, another grunt leaving him as he had to pull his face away for a moment. He hoisted your legs up onto his broad shoulders, instantly attaching his lips to your clit, kissing it softly before sucking it.Â
A thick finger found its way inside of you, knuckle deep and wriggling. You squirmed, unable to hold back your noises. Even with just one finger, he filled you up better than youâd ever been before. He added a second finger a moment later, getting familiar with your body inside and out. Scissoring his fingers, he stretched your pussy out, mumbling something about how perfect it was.
âFuck, San, even your fingers are big,â you slurred, back arching up in the air. San answered with another hum against your pussy, one you could tell was a shy giggle. He curled his fingers, letting his lips pulse around your clit now that he could tell you would finish soon. He slowed his pace down for a second, lifting his head to look up at you.
âYou wanna cum? Want Sannie to make you cum?â He asked with a condescending pout, mirroring the one on your own lips. You nodded fervently, but it wasnât enough for San.
âGotta hear you say it, angel,â He furthered, eyes darkening as he held back another sly smile. You whined, kicking your legs gently. San tutted, swatting your thigh gently, âDonât be so stubborn. Just tell Sannie.â
âPlease, San, make me cum. Wanna cum all over your tongue,â you relented, hips bucking back up towards Sanâs face, nudging his chin against your clit. San cooed gently before diving back in. Lapping at your hole, he circled your clit relentlessly with his thumb. He wasnât going to let you cum anywhere but his tongue.
It didnât take long for you to do just what youâd asked for. Suddenly, your entire body began to tingle, radiating from the place between your thighs. Your toes curled and your knees tried to squeeze together, locking Sanâs head in place so that he could lap up every last bit of your essence that was flowing out of you. He made sure he got every last bit, taking his time to lick and kiss every last part of your slick, throbbing cunt.
Eventually, he pried your legs open and helped you sit up, smiling hard at your flushed out face. He swiped his chin with his thumb, bringing it up to his lips before licking off that last bit of you. He sighed, âCould live in that little hole forever, baby.â
You blushed gently, turning away from him shyly, prompting him to sit next to you. He grabbed you by your waist, pulling you onto his lap so your back was flush against his chest. âHey, you canât get all shy on me now. Whereâs the feisty girl I know, hm?â
âHow could I be mean after you just did that to me,â you pouted, making San laugh.Â
âYouâre always mean to me,â he told you dramatically, grabbing your chin and turning your face towards his. Carefully, he grinded his hips up so that you could feel how hard he was. And he was. Just the taste of you had San throbbing, and the only reason he let you cum so quickly was so that he didnât cum in his own pants.Â
You gasped softly, feeling Sanâs cock pulsing against your ass, then again when his thick fingers began circling your clit again. He rested his chin on your shoulder, speaking so softly into your ear, âAnd whatâs really mean is how you made me so hard, I almost came from how good you tasted. You wouldnât leave me like this, right, baby?â
You scoffed, rolling your eyes and turning around in Sanâs lap. His hands went straight to your ass, cupping it and pulling you down to grind against the tent in his pants. Your eyebrows furrowed gently as your hips moved back and forth on him, concentrated huffs falling from your tongue.
âGreedy girl,â he teased, nudging your jaw with the side of his head gently, âyou want my cock in you?â
You nodded, pouting at him, âPlease, San. Need you in me bad.â
San just laughed, guiding your hands to unzip his pants. He lowered his voice, looking down at where your crotches met, âAlright, you can have it. But, you gotta do the work now. You really tired me out there before.â
You whined again, this time out of pure exhilaration. Wasting no time, you unzipped Sanâs fly, yanking down his pants and boxers as best as you could. His cock sprung out, hard and red, begging you to take it.
But first, you giggled mischievously as you gave it a few pumps, enjoying its weight in your hand. San groaned, throwing his head back and cursing under his breath. It didnât take long for him to grow impatient. He grabbed your waist and guided you to sit up better, right above his manhood.
You moved your hips around just to antagonize San as heâd done to you so many times. He let out a frustrated groan, burying his face against your neck yet again, kissing it softly as he pleaded, âCmon, baby, donât make me crazy here.â
âWanted this for so long, Sannie,â you breathed out as you finally sunk down on him, his hips thrusting up to meet yours. San chuckled, pushing a loose strand of hair behind your ear.
âI know, baby, read all about it,â he smirked, that smug look on his face melting into a lovesick smile as you swatted at his chest. He couldnât help but suck another bruise into the side of your neck before chiding, âJust teasing you, been thinkinâ about this for a while, too.â
He rutted up into you, hungry and needy, filling your slick heat completely. Your body twitched with each thrust, languid and deep, Sanâs silent confession. He was savoring his meal, taking it slowly and enjoying it wholly.
The only sound in the room was that of skin on skin, Sanâs hips snapping up into yours. He knew just the spot to hit inside of you. You cried out in pleasure, prompting San to speed up. The two of you, hungry and desperate to cum, moved together in a near perfect harmony.Â
âFuck, this pussy was made for me,â San stuttered, trying to keep himself inside you, but it was hard with your bouncing and his thrusts, not to mention the wetness you spilled each time he left your body for a moment. San grunted in your ear, biting down on your shoulder a moment later. He was close. It didnât help that everytime he thrusted up into you, you let out the sweetest sounds. San wanted to listen to them all the time, but even the thought of doing this again with you made him harder.Â
Honestly, his cock kept getting harder with each second it spent inside you. You were so warm, so tight. San was normally a patient man, but it was hard to take his time with you.
You couldnât be helped either. As soon as he sunk his teeth into you, you came all over him. Wetness poured out of your cunt, coating San as you cried out his name. He followed suit soon afterwards, pulling out and cumming on your thigh. Quickly, San pulled you into a hug, still heaving as a big hand came up to cradle your head.Â
For a few minutes, the two of you sat together, your form still tucked into Sanâs warm embrace as he rocked you back and forth. You both tried to regain your breath, but every little touch made either one of you gasp softly before you turned your head the other way, embarrassingly lovesick.Â
San was warm, physically and figuratively. Sweat dripped off his forehead and fell onto yours, but you couldnât care less if it meant being held by him. It was strong, secure, surreal⌠it was everything you had written about before. There were days when all you needed was a firm hug, to be held without the fear of falling, somewhere warm and safe. San was all of that, and you could feel it now. It wasnât just something you wrote about anymore. It was real.
San noticed the face you made when you were thinking and his heart rate picked up. Was it not good? Did he disappoint you? He nudged your head with his shoulder, pouting, âWhatâs wrong? Was it not good?â
âWhat? No! It was amazing, I just⌠I like you a lot. And I like that I donât have to imagine things anymore⌠Well, that is if you want to continue this,â you trailed off, blabbering embarrassedly. Maybe all he wanted was a hookup. Uneasiness settled into your features while amusement settled into Sanâs.
âSilly girl,â he scoffed, enamored by everything you were, âDo you want to be my girlfriend?â
Your eyebrows shot up and your heart fluttered. You were never one to get so worked up so easily, but San had a way of making it happen. You cleared your throat, trying to regain some composure.
âDo you want to be my boyfriend?â you mirrored, acting coy now. San cupped your face, dimples on full display as he smiled at you, meeting your gaze. He leaned in and gave you his first real kiss of the night. Your lips molded together perfectly, Sanâs tongue swiping across your lower lip occasionally. You felt his warm cheeks against yours, which made you giggle sweetly. Sanâs heart melted.
The boy pulled away a moment later, letting his forehead rest against yours, âDoes that answer your question, baby?â
You snorted in response, shaking your head bashfully. You wanted to hear him say it. San rolled his eyes in response, his hands moving down your back to rest on either side of your ass. Still, he smiled and whispered, âYes, I want to be your boyfriend.â
You sighed sweetly, unable to hold back the big smile on your face. San delivered a little spank to your ass, playful and teasing, âHappy now?â
You nodded, allowing a little squeal of excitement to leave you. âVery happy, Sannie. Very happy,â you whispered back, laying your head on his shoulder to look around the dark diner.Â
Just then, your eyes spotted a little red light up in the corner of the diner, seemingly connected to a security camera. You jumped, whisper yelling at San, âFuck! Fuck, the cameras, San!â
San jumped as soon as you did, following your gaze up to the security camera. He mirrored your panic for just a moment before pulling you further into the booth, pulling his jacket off to cover up your still bare bottom half.Â
And just as you thought you were going to have a heart attack, San laughed, and somehow, the uneasiness melted away. He ruffled your hair playfully, moving you off his lap and onto the seat before zipping his pants back up. He stood up, leaning down to your level, âI'll go take care of it, honey. Just clean up and get dressed. And finish your shake,â he told you, motioning to the table where your half empty, half melted chocolate shake sat.
But as soon as he turned around, he turned back and pressed a chaste kiss to your lips before scurrying off to the office, ready to delete the footage. You couldnât help but smile knowing San would take care of it. What a dream boy.
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You Make Loving Fun
Summary: You buy tickets to Fleetwood Mac for Javi's birthday. After a few drinks, Javi ends up having a little more fun than he intended.
Pairing: Husband!Javier PeĂąa x Wife!Reader (no use of y/n)
Word Count: 6.1K
Warnings: SMUT (18+), unprotected p in v sex (wrap before you tap) oral (f receiving), vaginal fingering, paise kink, creampie, aftercare, implied? breeding kink (I think it's illegal for me to write if this isn't in the warnings somewhere) drinking alcohol, Javi gets absolutely HAMMERED, talks of having more kids and stopping birth control, Drunk Javi wants to tell anyone and everyone how much he loves his wife, Drunk Javi being sweet and happy and so in love because that's what he deserves
A/N: If you're anything like me, you've spent WAY too long looking at all of these photos of sweet Pedro at a concert, and of course, my brain automatically went "THAT'S JAVI GETTING WASTED AND HAVING THE TIME OF HIS LIFE" and now, here we are đ¤ˇđźââď¸ I feel like Javi would be a very happy/affectionate drunk post-Colombia bc he is so happy just to be having fun and enjoying his life and that makes me â¨emotional⨠Also, thanks @itsokbbygrl for ruining my life by realizing the ring Pedro is wearing in this picture is on his RING FINGER?!?! đŠ
Can be read as a standalone or as a part of the Never Too Late Series!
âI feel to fucking old to be doing this.â
âTo do what? Go to a concert? I hate to break it to you, Jav, but there are, in fact, no age limits at concerts. What, are you worried security is gonna try to kick you out for being too old?â You giggled, looking over at Javi next to you in the bathroom, finishing fixing his hair and adjusting his shirt.Â
âI know, I just havenât been to a concert in so damn long. Definitely not since weâve had the girls.â Javi sighed, running his hand through the dark curls of his hair once more before turning to face you, still finishing up the last of your makeup in the mirror.Â
Although you had intended for your Fleetwood Mac tickets to be a surprise for Javiâs birthday, trying to coordinate around your schedules and 3 little girls had made spontaneous date nights much more challenging than they used to be when you first met. But, with Chucho needing no incentive to babysit his granddaughters, you and Javi were excited to have a night out just the two of you, getting to enjoy your favorite band together, singing and dancing the night away to celebrate another year of Javi getting older.Â
âWell then lucky for you, youâll be the hottest dad at the concert.â You smirked, sassily tilting your head towards him to prove your point, your reaction just enough to snap him out of his self doubt, Javi joining in on the laughter as he stood behind you, grabbing your waist and placing a soft kiss on the bare skin of your shoulder next to the strap of your sundress.Â
âGood thing Iâve got a fucking hot MILF of a wife to go with me then, huh?â Javi grinned, the kiss he had left on your shoulder now slowly starting to creep up your neck and collarbone as his hand reached down to grab a handful of your ass, making you squeal in surprise. âI know you picked this dress out on purpose because you know it drives me fucking crazy. God, you look good.âÂ
âJavi! You better stop or weâre gonna be late to dinner before the show!â You scolded, giving him a playful jab to his stomach, only making him tighten the grip on your ass even firmer with his other hand coming to join his first.Â
âHermosa,â He cooed, gently turning you around to take the mascara you had in your hand and set it on the counter before cradling your jaw in his palm, forcing your gaze up at him, âI know you. And you and I both know damn well you at least put enough a little buffer time into our plans for us to have sex before we left. Am I wrong?âÂ
Well, he caught you there, because he most certainly was not.Â
âMaybeâŚâ You replied sheepishly, overdramatically rolling your eyes at his statement, only making his boyish grin spread wider between his cheeks, âOkay, but seriously though, we do have to be quick, because I donât want to- Ah! Javi!âÂ
You couldnât help but let out a little shriek of surprise as Javi suddenly lifted you up, setting you down on the bathroom counter and caging your body under his, his arms planted on either side of your hips as his mouth crashed into yours, tongues and teeth dancing in a hungry and desperate clash.Â
âI promise I wonât take too long. But I canât help myself when you look this good, mi amor. Eres tan hermosa (Youâre so beautiful). Youâre gonna kill me in that dress, Momma.â Javi hummed, his hands now gripping the meat of your thighs and sliding down your legs to bunch up the skirt of your dress, hiking it up as he sank down to his knees in front of the bathroom counter.Â
You could already feel the damp patch that had begun to grow in your underwear as Javi hooked his fingers around the elastic of its waistband, tugging the fabric down your legs and letting it fall to the bathroom floor, revealing your pussy, already wet and aching for him.Â
Javi settled himself between your legs, draping them over his shoulders as his fingers slid through your folds, collecting your juices before beginning to circle at your clit with the pads of his fingers, peppering kisses along the inside of your thighs as you whimpered in delight.Â
âJ-Javi, please, baby.â You moaned, fingers tightening around the edge of the countertop as his thumb replaced his fingers on your clit, his middle and ring finger dipping inside your already weeping core, curling just slightly as he began to pump them in and out of you.Â
It wasnât long before his thumb was replaced by his mouth, the flat of his tongue licking a broad strip across your cunt, the new sensation sending a shockwave of pleasure through your body. No matter how many times Javi had gone down on you, it never failed to surprise you how goddamn good he was at it, memorizing every twitch and gasp that made you fall apart in the best way possible, and tonight was no exception.Â
His slow, long strokes began to quicken, circling his tongue around your clit with the perfect amount of pressure as his fingers worked in tandem, curving in just the right place to press against your g-spot and begin to build the arousal swirling in your core.Â
As much as you (and Javi, for that matter), would have loved to have taken your time and let him eat you out on the bathroom counter for hours, the both of you knew you were on a time crunch, but not enough of a crunch to stop Javi from making you cum at least once before he fucked you.Â
The pressure of his tongue on your sensitive nub became more and more, before latching his lips to suck at your clit, your cunt clenching in anticipation around his fingers as you writhed beneath his touch, moaning his name as you felt your orgasm begin to build.Â
You couldnât help but let your hand shoot down to his head, your fingers burying themselves in his thick, brown locks, with absolutely no regard for the time he had just spent fixing his hair in the mirror just a few minutes ago. Â
âJavi⌠Oh, shit. Fuck, more baby, please. P-please, Iâm so close.â You moaned, looking down at Javi with what you were already sure was a wrecked expression painted across your face.Â
You could practically feel Javiâs smug smirk pressed against your cunt before pulling away to respond. âGive it to me, pretty girl. Wanna taste you all over me when you soak my face.â
Before you could reply, your jaw dropped open and face scrunched in pleasure as Javi dove back in, burying his face in your cunt, each press of his tongue became more firm and precise than the last, feeling your pussy begin to flutter as you clutched tighter around the edge of the counter, trying to keep from screaming out in pleasure and raise any suspicion. But as your legs began to tremble and your heart race, teetering on the brink of collapse, it was taking every ounce of willpower you had left to make that happen.
Fuck, Javi. Fuck, I- fuck- Iâm gonna, Iâm gonna-ahhhhhh.â You whimpered, feeling your orgasm crash through you, pleasure radiating in your veins as you fell apart, losing all inhibitions to keep yourself quiet as you threw your head back in all consuming bliss. With his fingers still buried in your cunt, gently working you through your high, Javi shot back up, his mouth engulfing yours in an electric kiss to try and capture your ragged moans that had been coating the walls of the bathroom, the tangy taste of you still lingering on his lips.Â
âThatâs it, baby girl. Fuck, youâre so perfect. Love this pussy so fucking much.â He groaned, reaching down to frantically undo his belt buckle, his fingers working rapidly to undo the metal clasp before pushing his pants and boxers down his legs, letting them pool in a pile around his ankles.Â
Still coming down from your high, your breath hitched as the tip of Javiâs cock ran through your folds, coating his length in your arousal before slipping inside you. You couldnât help but gasp even harder at the new sensation of his fullness inside you, cockhead already kissing your cervix as his hips flushed with yours.Â
Javiâs hands began to wander up your legs, pushing your dress up your thighs until he got to your hips, digging his fingertips in the soft fabric as he thrust in and out of you, mouths melding together as one.Â
âFuck, you feel so good, Hermosa. So fucking wet for me, taking me so well.â Javi moaned, nipping at your ear as his pace became faster, fucking into you in the spot he knew made you lose all control, silently smirking at the pathetic whimpers that were escaping your lips.Â
Javi buried his face in the crook of your neck as your legs began to instinctively lock around the small of his back, bringing him closer to you with each thrust. You could already feel that all too familiar tingle building at the base of your spine once again, wanting to feel every inch of him you could deeper and deeper inside you before you came.Â
With the way the hairs at the base of his cock were brushing against your clit, you knew you didnât have much longer until your orgasm was about to crash though you, finding yourself grasping fistfuls of Javiâs shirt for dear life as you mumbled incoherently.Â
âO-oh shit, Javi. Fuck, F-fuck, donât stop baby. Please, donât stop.âÂ
You could practically hear the hum of satisfaction deep in Javiâs chest feeling your cunt clench tighter and tighter around his cock, his firm grasp of his hands on your hips holding you in place on the counter as he pounded into you.Â
âCâmon Osita. Cum all over me. Give it to me and I swear Iâm gonna fuck you so full of me, Iâll be dripping out of you all night.âÂ
âYes, fuckfuckfuck, please, Javi.âÂ
âIs that what you want? You gotta be a good girl and cum for me first, baby.âÂ
That was all it took for you to break before you could feel a wave of pleasure rushing through your body, euphoria running through your veins as you came, crying out Javiâs name like a prayer as he started to chase his own high. His thrusts became frantic and sloppy, his brows furrowing in focus to hold out just a little longer until your body melted into his in your blissed out state.Â
âThatâs it, hermosa. I love you so much. I- oh shit- Iâm close, too. F-fuck, Iâm gonna fill this tight little pussy so full of me that it- oh fuckkkkkkkk.â With a few more pumps, a moan escaped from Javiâs parted lips as he came, spilling himself deep inside your walls. The warm mix of his spend and your arousal dripped out of you as his cock softened, whimpering at the loss as he pulled out, but catching your muffled moans in his mouth as his lips met yours, cradling your face in his palm.Â
Through your heavy breaths from heaving chests, you and Javi both couldnât help but smile and laugh to yourselves as your foreheads rested against each other, quietly whispering âI love youâ to each other in sync, your bodies slumped together in a blissed out heap on the bathroom counter.Â
âFuck, youâre so hot. Iâll never get over it.â Javi smirked, biting down on his lip after giving you another quick kiss, rummaging through your bathroom cabinets to pull out a washcloth to clean you up with.
âTakes one to know one, PeĂąa.â You giggled, letting out a content sigh as you let your head fall back, closing your eyes for a moment before looking over your shoulder to see Javi, and behind Javi, the clock that you both had very much not been paying attention to in the midst of your antics.
âOh fuckâŚâÂ
âAlready did that, mi amor,â Javi teased, running the washcloth under the warm water of the sink, âWhatâs wrong?â
Without saying a word, you gestured to the clock hanging on the bathroom wall with a defeated shrug, Javi turning around with a quiet laugh to himself, shrugging his shoulders right along with you.Â
âYouâd think after how long weâve been together weâd start giving ourselves even more time than we think to leave for things, huh?âÂ
âYou would think, huh?â You giggled, accepting defeat that the two of you would most definitely not be making it to your dinner reservations that you had planned before the concert. âSorry, Jav.â
 âWhat do you have to be sorry about, cariĂąo? Fuck, I get to have amazing sex with my beautiful wife before we go see our favorite band, what a horrible birthday night so far.â Javi teased, giving you a reassuring nudge that you had nothing to apologize for. âI think the real question isâŚâÂ
âIs what, Mr. Sarcasm?âÂ
âWhat size fries do you want with your McDonaldâs Coke and McNuggets for dinner?âÂ
âHow did you know I was gonna say we should get McDonaldâs for dinner?!âÂ
âBecause Osita, I swear I know you better than I know myself.âÂ
After some quick touch ups and a call to Chucho to say goodnight to your daughters before you left, you and Javi were on the road, happily enjoying your McDonaldâs and taking turns picking your favorite Fleetwood Mac songs to jam out to, spending your ride debating what songs theyâd play, reminiscing about the songs you loved, and singing at the top of your lungs, to the point you were positive you would have no voice tomorrow.Â
While you hadnât been able to keep the concert itself a secret, the one thing you had been able to hide from your husband was the fact that you had managed to get not just good, but great seats for the show. If Javi had known how much youâd spent for him on his birthday, he would have insisted on finding cheaper tickets, but if there was anyone who was deserving of getting to see his favorite band from an incredible view, it was him.Â
From the moment the two of you had entered the venue, you had your tickets peeled to your chest to keep them from Javi, reassuring him that you knew where you were going, much to his dismay and insisting that working together would help you find your seats quicker.Â
After a few minutes of wandering and secretly maneuvering to the right section of the stadium, you had finally found where you belonged, excitedly pulling Javi along behind you towards your seats.
âBaby, not that I donât trust your navigation skills, but I feel like weâre down way too far in the stands. â Javi questioned, his hand in yours as you dragged him through the crowd, looking back and forth between your ticket stub and the stadium rows to find your spots.Â
âNot to burst your bubble, Jav, but my navigation skills are as on point as they ever have been.â You smirked, crossing your arms over your chest before handing him over your tickets, his face stunned and in shock as he read the small stubs of card stock, realizing you had absolutely led the both of you to the right place.Â
âHappy early birthday, Javi. I know the concert itself wasnât a surprise, but I hope that these seats are still a good one.âÂ
âOsita⌠Baby, you canât be seriousâŚâ Javiâs jaw dropped, eyes going wide in shock, convinced you had to be joking or playing some sort of prank on him.Â
âSerious as a heart attack, Jav.âÂ
Javi stood there speechless, tears welling in his eyes with an awestruck grin on his face, wrapping his arms around you in a tight hug before peppering your face with kisses, making you giggle and squeal in delight.Â
âGod, I love you so much. Thank you, Hermosa. This is⌠fuck, this is absolutely incredible. Thank you. I donât- this is way more than I deserve. Thank you so much.âÂ
Your heart swelled at the boyish grin spread across Javiâs face as he looked out at the view in front of him, knowing that if you could give your husband the world in his pocket, you would in a heartbeat, but to see his excitement over some seats at a concert would do just fine.Â
âYouâre so welcome, baby. You do deserve it. You deserve it more than anyone I know. You are the most amazing, wonderful husband and dad. If I could get you up there on stage with Stevie Nicks, I would, because thatâs what you deserve.âÂ
âI think the last thing anyone needs is to hear me even attempt to sing.âÂ
âThe girls love it when you sing to them.âÂ
âThatâs because they donât know any better. Give it a few more years and Iâm sure theyâll be begging me to stop.âÂ
âWhat they know wonât hurt âem,â you laughed, giving Javi a playful shrug, âAlso, the other part of this gift is that I am driving us home from the concert, so you can have as much fun as you want.âÂ
âBaby, you donât have to-âÂ
âI can and I will,â You sassed defiantly, cutting Javi off before he could oppose your offer, âYou always drive so I can have a good time, and you deserve to have time to let loose, too. So, with that being said, I am going to go get us drinks. Drunk Javi is one of my favorite Javiâs and I donât get to see him very often. Okay?âÂ
âOkay. Thanks, Hermosa. I love you.âÂ
âI love you too, Jav. Now, what do you want to drink?âÂ
âSurprise me.â He laughed, giving you a quick kiss and a subtle smack on your ass as you walked past him to make your way back to the concession stand. âDrunk Javi is really one of your favorites?âÂ
âAbsolutely. Drunk Javi loves to dance. Drunk Javi also gets very sweet and a little handsy, both of which I am more than okay with.âÂ
A few drinks deep and the opening bands finished, Javi, or better yet, Drunk Javi, was having the absolute time of his life. For as fun and goofy Javi was at home with you and the girls, it was few and far between that the former DEA agent found himself intoxicated out in public with a case of dancing shoes and uncontrollable giggles.Â
âGod, Iâm having so much fun. Are you having fun, Hermosa? Youâre the best wife ever, you know that?â Javi grinned, wrapping his arm around your waist as he pecked a sloppy kiss onto your cheek before taking another sip of his beer.Â
âGlad to know you donât have a secret wife who you like better than me.â You teased, giving him a little nudge and giggling at his drunken state, a little surprised when all of a sudden his face turned serious, setting down his beer to cup your jaw with his palms and forcing his gaze on his.Â
âBaby, you know I would never ever do that, right? I literally love you so much. You and the girls are my whole world. I think I would rather die than be with anyone else besides you. No, I know I would rather die than be with anyone else. You are literally perfect.â Javi pleaded, his concerned, big, brown puppy dog eyes making your heart melt.Â
âYes, Mr. Dramatic, I know you would never have a secret wife, but thank you for your very adamant confirmation.â You giggled, pressing up on your tiptoes to give him another kiss, washing the worry away from the concerned furrow of his brow. âYou are such a goofball. I love you so much too, Jav. I promise, Iâm not going anywhere either. Well, actually, thatâs a lie. I do need to go to the bathroom before Fleetwood Mac comes on, but I will be right back.âÂ
âOkay, mi amor. Iâll be right here when you get back.â Javi nodded adamantly, knowing in his drunken state he would be taking his job of not leaving your seats very seriously until you safely returned.Â
âI know you will, Javi. Iâll be quick, okay? Need anything when Iâm gone? Besides another drink?âÂ
âHow did you know I was gonna say I needed another drink?â Javi asked in complete shock, like you had just showed him the worldâs most inconceivable magic trick.Â
âIâd say the almost empty bottle was a good clue.â You winked, giving his arm a little squeeze before shimmying your way through the row of seats and up the stairs to find the nearest bathroom and concession stand.Â
Normally, Javi wasnât one to strike up small talk with strangers just for the fun of it, but with his lowered inhibitions, he couldnât help but find himself turning to the group of women seated next to him to kill the time before you came back from the bathroom.Â
âHave you guys seen Fleetwood Mac before?â Javi shrugged, finishing the last bit of beer at the bottom of his bottle.Â
âYeah, weâve seen them a few times! Theyâre really good live!â One of the women responded, her friends nodding in agreement.Â
âIâve seen âem before too, but this is my wife and Iâs first time seeing them together. She got me the tickets for my birthday, but she surprised me with how good these seats were. Sheâs amazing.â Javi beamed, subtly nodding his head to the music playing in the background between sets.Â
âAwh, thatâs so sweet!â One of the other women chimed in, the three women laughing to themselves at how drunk and awestruck Javi was over you.Â
âIt is. I hope they play Everywhere. Itâs our favorite song by them. We played it at our wedding when she walked down the aisle and I bawled like a baby. She looked so beautiful. Who am I kidding? Sheâs the most beautiful woman Iâve ever met. Like, ever.â Javiâs grin was growing wider by the second, staring off into the distance as he rambled on about you.Â
âOh my goodness, you are so cute. Sheâs a lucky lady.â The women smiled, incredibly entertained by everything Javi had to say.Â
âNo. Iâm the lucky one.â Javi responded, stone cold serious as he pointed to himself, finger poking his chest. âHave you seen her? Sheâs so pretty. And she married me! And on top of that, we have a family, too! Can you believe it?!âÂ
âWith how in love with her you seem to be, I 100% can. How many kids do you have?âÂ
â3 daughters. Lucy is 5, Elliot just turned 3, and Harper is 7 months old.â Javi counted on his fingers, holding up 3 to represent each of his girls. âI love them so much. Being a dad is like, the most coolest thing ever. And sheâs such a good mom. Theyâre the best thing thatâs ever happened to me.âÂ
âHey, Chatterbox.â You laughed, gently tapping Javi on the shoulder, trying not to startle him as he turned around, beaming from ear to ear at your presence. âHere is your drink and- oh!âÂ
âOsita! I missed you.â Javi swallowed the rest of your sentence in his mouth with a strong kiss, pulling away to greet you with a goofy grin, followed by a confused frown. âWait, where did you go?âÂ
âOh boy, weâre gonna have to pick some Gatorade and Tylenol up on the way home, arenât we? I was just going to the bathroom, remember? And to get you another drink, silly goose.â You giggled, holding out his beer for him.Â
âOh shit. I should probably go to the bathroom, too. Do you think I have enough time to go? I donât wanna miss anything with you!â Javi questioned frantically, realizing he definitely had not utilized the bathroom to the extent he probably should have.Â
âYou should be fine, babe. The lines were pretty short, so if you hurry Iâm sure youâll be back in plenty of time.â You reassured him.Â
âPhew, okay, I can go fast, no problem. Iâll be right back, hermosa.â Carefully taking back his beer as he handed it off to you, Javi quickly scrambled through the crowd to follow the path you had just returned from, leaving you laughing to yourself and shaking your head.Â
âWe just wanted to let you know, your husband is absolutely adorable.â One of the women furthest away from you piped up, catching your attention.Â
âOh, um, thank you?â You replied, tilting your head in confusion.Â
âThat man is utterly obsessed with you. I think he had more nice things to say about you in 30 seconds to a group of strangers than any of my exes ever did combined.âÂ
âGirl, not to mention he is handsome. You are one lucky woman. Who knew it would take a stranger in love at a Fleetwood Mac concert to once again raise the bar for men.âÂ
âWow, uh, thank you. Thatâs really nice of you. Iâm not gonna lie, heâs pretty darn great.â You blushed, trying to keep your smile from spreading too wide at their compliments for Javi over his affection for you.Â
âOf course. We wonât bother you anymore, but figured youâd like to know that your man is still head over heels for you. Enjoy the rest of the concert!âÂ
âThanks, you guys too!â You smirked, your eyes darting down towards your feet to hide the red glow of your cheeks, your heart bursting with warmth from the fact that even in his drunken state, you found yourself falling harder and harder for Javi every day.Â
Suddenly, the lights around the stage began to dim, the roar of the crowd overtaking the stadium, signaling Fleetwood Mac were only moments away from taking the stage. Instinctively, you peeked your head behind you through the crowd to look for Javi, relieved when you saw his broad figure hustling down the stairs, waving at you with a goofy grin the whole way.Â
"I was worried I was gonna have to come find you before the show started!â You sighed, grabbing Javiâs face and giving his cheeks a playful squeeze before giving him a quick peck on the lips.Â
âOsita, you know I wouldnât miss this for the world.âÂ
Any high hopes that you had for the show were surpassed, and then some. The band played all of your favorites, the both of you singing and dancing along, probably making complete fools of yourselves, but you couldnât care less.Â
You were particularly impressed with Javiâs over dramatic stomping and air drumming to âThe Chainâ to kick off the show, having to grab his beer to keep it from spilling all over himself several times throughout his performance. Although incredibly offbeat, Javi's enthusiasm made up for any drunken lack of rhythm throughout the song.
The both of you couldnât help but shout along to âI Donât Wanna Knowâ at the top of your lungs, painfully off key and obnoxiously loud, Javi reaching down to grab your finger, wrapping his hands around it to use as his own makeshift microphone for the entire duration of the song.Â
During âLandsideâ, you found Javi standing behind you, chest pressed to your back and arms wrapped around you as you swayed back and forth, gently wiping your tears and choking back his own as he whispered in your ear how lucky he was to build his life around you and your girls, mumbling something about how if any of the girls get married and pick this song to do a father daughter dance to, heâd be an absolute mess.Â
By the end of the concert, you and Javi were both exhausted, giving every last ounce of energy to âGo Your Own Wayâ, the crowd erupting with thunderous applause as the show came to a close, lights flashing and confetti exploding from the ends of the stage in an array of bright colors in the same way your heart felt like it was exploding with joy from the incredible time you had with Javi.Â
Over the cheers and hollers, Javi leaned in, cupping your cheek in his palm, the other arm wrapped around your waist pulling you closer to his chest, capturing you in a kiss that seemed to make time stop and everyone else disappear, feeling like in that moment, no one else existed but the two of you.Â
âI love you so much, Osita.âÂ
âI love you too, Javi.â
âTonight was- Oh shit, hold on,â Javi paused, letting out a long, low burp, a signature Drunk Javi move, placing his hand over his chest and letting out a long sigh before speaking again, âSorry, that felt good. Wait, what was I saying again?âÂ
âThat you had a lot of fun. I think itâs time that we get you home, cowboy.â You couldnât help but snort at his impressive display of flatulence, wrapping your arm around his waist as you walked with the flow of the crowd departing from the stadium, hand patting his hip in reassurance.Â
It wasnât until you began to try and travel up the stairs and through the sea of concert goers that you realized just how drunk Javi was. While wrapping your arm around his hip had started off as a sweet gesture to help guide him in the right direction to leave, you began to worry that you were going to have to try and keep him up until the two of you got to the car.Â
Thankfully, your humming, happy as can be Javi made it to your parking spot, breaking free of your grasp to race to your car, tugging at the driverâs side door with profound confusion at itâs locked state.Â
âHermosa! The car is locked! How are we gonna get home if we canât get in?â Javi fretted, tugging harder at the door handle.Â
âI have the keys, baby, donât worry.â You laughed, reaching into your purse to unlock the truckâs doors, sending Javi stumbling backwards as the driverâs side swung open from his last tug at the handle. âAlso, you are on the wrong side there, pendejo. Iâm driving home, remember?âÂ
âOh fuck, you are! I was gonna say, I think Iâm a lil drunk. I probably shouldnât drive.â Javi grimaced, quickly scampering to the other side of the car as you unlocked it, laughing as you watched him squeeze into the passenger set that was clearly set for your stature and not his.Â
âI think you might be more than just a little drunk, baby.â You corrected, clicking in your seatbelt and firing up the ignition, peeling out of your parking spot.Â
âYeah, Iâm a lot a bit drunk. Iâm sorry, Osita.â He pouted, slumping his face in his hand, elbow resting on the center console.Â
âJav, why on earth would you possibly be sorry?â You frowned, wondering what Javi had to apologize for.Â
âIâm sorry Iâm so drunk and now you have to drive me home.âÂ
âBaby, Iâm glad that you decided to get drunk. I wanted you to have a good time! Number one, youâre always driving me home whenever I wanna have fun and number two, itâs your birthday, and you deserve to let loose and have as much fun as you want to. Donât apologize, okay?â You smiled, gently grabbing your hand in his and giving it a little squeeze, instantly flooding his face with relief.Â
âOkay. Iâm sorry I talked to those ladies sitting by us earlier while you were going to the bathroom, too. I was just trying to be nice. I just wanted to tell them how excited I was to see Fleetwood Mac with you, and how beautiful and amazing and perfect you are, and that youâre the best wife ever.âÂ
âI know Jav, itâs okay. I didn't even think twice about it. They were very sweet, and said you had lots of nice things to say about me and the girls. It was very cute.â You smirked, lifting your interlocked hands to your lips to plant a kiss on his knuckles, giving it an even tighter squeeze of reassurance in the process.Â
At this point, Javi had practically melted into the passenger seat, limbs spread out as wide as he could to try and get comfortable, tilting his head towards you with a mischievous grin and sparkle in his chocolate brown eyes.Â
âYou know what we should do when we get home?â Javi asked, now biting down on his lip to try and subdue his smirk.Â
âI donât know Javi, what should we do?â You responded back mockingly.Â
âWe shoulddddddddd....â He paused, dancing in his seat in excitement.
âWe shoulddddddd, what, baby?â You sighed, laughing to yourself at his drunken goofiness.Â
âWe shouldddddd throw away your birth control and make another baby when we get home tonight.â Now Javi was full on beaming in an ear to ear grin, raising his eyebrows at you as he crossed his arms over his chest, trying to find any way to warm you up to his intoxicated acquisition.Â
âJavi! We talked about this!â You scolded, giving him a playful slap to his chest, doing nothing to wipe his stupidly wide smirk off his face. â4 kids is a lot of kids. At least one of us can have a spare hand with 3, even if weâre outnumbered. I think 3 is the magic number, babe.âÂ
âI knowwwww, but making babies with you is like, the best thing ever. If you asked me to list my favorite things to do, that would be number one, no question.â Javi protested, convinced that this argument alone would be enough of a selling point for you.Â
âBelieve me, youâre not wrong, Jav. Itâs a ten out of ten pastime, but even if I stopped taking my birth control tonight, I don't think it would happen, ya goof.âÂ
âCrazier things have happened. Maybe we'd just get really lucky. Our daughters are so cute. I know itâs unfair to say because theyâre our kids, but like, we make some cute fuckinâ babies, Hermosa. What if we made another super cute baby? Just like, one more?â At this point, Javi had broken out his signature pout and big baby cow eyes, looking at you like a stray puppy who had been kicked to the curb.Â
âAnother adorable baby means Iâm gonna have to build up my immunity to those sweet, sad, puppy dog eyes even more, and I honestly donât know if Iâm strong enough. I donât know how all 3 of the girls ended up with your big brown eyes, but I hope you know itâs killing me slowly because of how frickinâ cute they are.â You sighed in defeat, knowing that your willpower with 3 sets of Javiâs mini-meâs was already low enough, let alone adding a 4th pair to the mix.Â
âSoooooooooo itâs a maybe?âÂ
âOh my god, you are so bad, Javier Jesus PeĂąa.âÂ
âThatâs not a yes or a no, Osita.âÂ
â....Maybe. But donât get your hopes up, okay?âÂ
âSo weâre not not gonna make a baby tonight?âÂ
âJavi, I love you, baby, but with how much youâve had to drink, I donât think nature is going to give you enough grace to even let that possibility play out.â You snorted, gesturing down to his crotch, making him roll his eyes.Â
âOkay, that only happened one other time!â Javi sloppily pointed at you, crossing his arms over his chest.
âYeah, when you were absolutely hammered after Steveâs 40th birthday party and wouldnât let me put you to bed until you could prove to me that you did not, in fact, get whiskey dick, to which you fell asleep with your hands down your pants sitting in the guest room chair, unable to prove your point.âÂ
âThat was not my proudest moment, I will admit that. Most of the time, Iâm pretty good at sex, though.â Javi retorted, trying to bring himself back from your last point made.Â
âYes, Jav, youâre very good at sex.â You agreed, patting him on the leg and rubbing his thigh.Â
âSo goodâŚ. That we should make another baby tonight when we get home.âÂ
âOh my god.âÂ
âIâm just saying!âÂ
âJesus Christ, you goof. I think when we get home, someone needs to drink some water and get into bed. I love you very much, but thatâs about as far as weâre getting tonight.â You laughed, rustling the messy curls of his hair as he leaned his head to rest against your shoulder.Â
Javi sat silent for a moment, watching the headlights of the cars flash through his window, staring into the serene darkness of the clear night sky, the familiar warmth of his body pressed against yours in a comfortable calm. It was almost as if you could feel his eyelids beginning to droop, slowly closing while his sleepy state washed over him as he nestled against you. And while in that moment, the air between you hung quiet, you could hear the silent agreement that if given the choice, there was nowhere else youâd rather be than right here, right now, with each other.Â
âHey, Hermosa?âÂ
âYeah, Jav?âÂ
âI love you.âÂ
âI love you, too.âÂ
â....Enough that we should make another baby tonight?âÂ
âJavi!â
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strange perfections
in which spencer reid and fem!reader meet by accident at a coffee shop. and then they keep meeting there. they've really got to stop meeting like this. (no, seriously. hotch is pissed.) / do you believe me now? bonus chapter!
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fluff! warnings/tags: meet cute:) some dark humor, romantically inexperienced reader, spencer reid graduated from caltech, mit, and the derek morgan school of rizz a/n: this can absolutely be read as a standalone BUT it was written as a prologue for my series do you believe me now? to explain how spencer and r met! completely optional, if you're only here for the smut no worries! reading this bonus chapter might make the next chapter better though as it contains discussions of how they met:) anyway, I LOVE YOU!! let me know if you like this silly little random thing! kisses
The cafĂŠ door opens again. A blustery wind raises goosebumps on your arms and makes your bones ache again. You look up at the latest intruderâa hobbling elderly man in a newsboy cap and a knit red scarf.Â
Stupid scarf, you think.Â
Stupid door.Â
Stupid wind.Â
Your mug is empty, and the table youâre sitting at is sort of sticky and rickety, and there are so many papers in front of you that you wonder why the hell you thought itâd be a good idea to print the PDF out and annotate it that way instead of just doing it on your laptop like a normal person in the 21st century. Nothing is going right today. Itâs the third cafĂŠ youâve tried in the past few weeks as you attempt to find some place that feels homey, lucky, but this one just feelsâŚÂ inconvenient.Â
You look at the stack of papers and sigh.Â
Stupid Lord Byron.Â
Stupid cafe.Â
Usually, cafĂŠs are relatively quiet and peacefulâa refuge for the overworked to bask in the luxury of quiet jazz and the smell of dark roast as they continue to overwork themselves. This particular establishment, however, today hosts a group of teenagersâpresumably playing hookyâwho have commandeered a big booth in the back and keep walking right past your table because apparently they couldnât have just ordered their drinks at once and they all have to do it separately and loudly.Â
One of them has an incredibly irritating, gratingly pubescent laugh, and they think everything is hilarious. This whole situation is unbearable.Â
Just as youâre gearing up to go, of course the fucking door opens again. This time, itâs accompanied by a particularly strong gust.Â
Strong enough that Lord Byron doesnât stand a chance.Â
Your printed copy of his works blows off the table, at first page by painstakingly annotated page and then before you can even process it, all at once.Â
Yeah. This is definitely not your lucky cafĂŠ.Â
As you curse and go to stand up, you run into one of those dumb kids. His huge ceramic mug goes flying, careening against the edge of your table and completely splattering you and all your stuff in 16 liquid ounces of scalding espresso and milk.Â
Itâs silent for a second, save for a few drips from the puddle on your table to the floor, before the kid is apologizing profusely and turning red as a tomato. You canât even respondâyou look down at your ruined favorite sweater, and then around at the pages of Byron littered with color-coded sticky notes, overflowing with angry and purposeful red ink that you spent so much time on, scattered all over the floor.Â
Eventually the boy catches on that youâre not going to forgive him and he skitters away, back to his friends, who whisper and giggle profusely. Only a few of them get up to start gathering the fallen pages with you. Several other patrons end up helping as well, so the sheets of paper are gathered and returned into your sticky hands fairly quickly. You thank each person without looking up as they hand you their respective stack. All you want is to get out of here.Â
âHereâIâm really sorry about this,â someone saysâa tenor-ish male voice, distinctly sympathetic as he holds out a rather larger stack of papers than anyone else had bothered to pick up.Â
âIâll live,â you sigh, straightening up. âBut thankâŚÂ you.â
The man standing in front of you is the kind of man who makes you want to untuck your hair from its usual spot behind your ears, and to stand up straighter, and to try and not stare even though you want his attention. Heâs gloriously beautiful in a way that repels and attracts you. Heâs the type of man who wouldnât have given you the time of day in high school and probably wouldnât now. Instantly you feel both insecure and reduced to a former version of you who would simper and fawn over boys who wanted nothing to do with her. You feel like going to the other side of the cafĂŠ and sitting in the best light and staring out the window poetically and hoping heâs looking at you.Â
âOn the one hand, I feel bad for being the person who opened the door and let the wind in. On the other⌠I feel compelled to say at least theyâre not covered in coffee like the rest of your table is?â
You laugh vacantly, a second too late, positively coveting the awkward smile on his angular face. Then you make eye contact, and his eyes are so the opposite of angularâtheyâre huge and inviting and the warmest golden-brown youâve ever seen, and theyâre looking right back at youâand you have to look down. Fuck. You hate when you do that.Â
Think of something normal to say!
âYeah, true. Now I just have to reorder 264 pages. That⌠that donât have page numbers.â
You shuffle through the papers. They are hopelessly scrambled. Your heart sinks just a bit.
âUm⌠I might actually be able to help with that, if you want?â
You frown, glancing up. What kind of sex trafficking ploy is this?
âThatâs okay. Might be easier with just one person.â
He laughsâitâs similarly awkward, similarly endearing.Â
âDo you mind letting me just⌠try? Itâll only take a minute.â
Only take a minute? Is this beautiful man deranged? Why are the hot ones always crazy?
But, perhaps because youâre a pushover who canât stand up to people, much less beautiful people, much less beautiful men who are paying you undue attention, you find yourself giving in. You hold the stack out.Â
âSure. Give it your best shot. Iâll be impressed if you can even figure out what page one is.â
Heâs already flipping through the papers with a drawn brow, walking away with them, and barely looking over his shoulder as he mutters, âI have Byron memorized. It shouldnât be too difficult.â
You follow him, because hello, he has all your annotations. Heâs definitely insane, you think, as he sits down at a table and starts rapidly sorting the sheets into separate piles.Â
All you can do is stand awkwardly behind him as he stacks papers seemingly at random, barely glancing at them before deciding where they go.Â
Maybe a minute, maybe a few go by, each of which have you progressively more flabbergasted, before heâs tapping the edges of a stack of paper on the table and standing, handing them to you with his lips pressed into a thin pleasant line. Thereâs almost a glow about himâlike he couldnât be more in his comfort zone.Â
âThere you go. Should be in order now.â You sport a frown bordering on a grimace as you take the stack and flip through it a bit. Sure enough, it seems that everything is in order. You keep looking between the man in front of you and the papers, incredulous as you wait for something to be in the wrong spot.Â
âHow did you do that?âÂ
His cheeks turn slightly pink.Â
âI know Byron really well. I know how each passage ends and begins so I put them together like puzzle pieces.â
âHow did you read that fast?â
âUh. Iâm a speed-reader?â
You scoff, taking another look through the stack.Â
âI think that may be underselling it.â A thought occurs to you as youâre grazing over one of your longer annotationsâfull of expletives and strong opinions. âOh, god. You didnât⌠you didnât read my notes?â
The manâs eyebrows raise as if he was waiting for you to mention that and he smiles like he doesnât quite know how to break it to you gently.Â
âMaybe a few,â he eventually decides, laughing under his breath. âI appreciated the commentary on his relationship with Augusta. It was⌠colorful.â
Heat rises in your cheeks as you mumble.Â
âYeah, I had a hard time appreciating the romantic poems. Theyâre less cute when thereâs like a fifty percent chance heâs writing about his sister.â
âHalf sister,â he corrects. You give him a look.Â
âDoes that make it better?â
â⌠no,â he realizes. âNot even a little bit.â
You laugh, relieved that his face looks as warm as yours feels.Â
âWell⌠thank you, for the help,â you say after a silent second.Â
âOf course. Sorry, again. I, umâI hope your day gets better?â
âYeah, well. I feel like statistically it has to, right? Itâs kind of a low bar.â
He smiles, a perfect, perfect smile, and gives you a little wave as he leaves. Without coffee. Checking the clock on the wall, you realize itâs approaching one in the afternoon. If heâd been here on his lunch break, he sacrificed it to organize your stupid Byron texts. You smile to yourself.Â
He was totally in love with me.Â
And he canât prove me wrong because Iâll probably never see him again.Â
All things consideredâthis coffee shop does seem pretty lucky. Maybe youâll stick with it for a while.Â
The next time you see the mysterious sexy speed reader is four days laterâthough youâve been here every day since. He catches your eye right as he walks in, and his brows jump in pleasant recognition. You smile. He smiles back, before going up to the counter and ordering a coffee with a ludicrous amount of sugar in it.Â
I should take note for when I make him his coffee in the mornings, you think to yourself, and then you snort at your own delusions, shaking your head at your book. Obviously youâre not that divorced from reality, but youâll entertain the fantasy forever until one of you stops showing up to this cafĂŠ.Â
What youâre absolutely not expecting is for him to walk up to your table with his to-go cup.Â
âHi,â he says.Â
âHi!â
Jesus. Tone it down, girl scout.Â
He gestures to your stack of papers: now secured in a three ring binder. The cup says Spencer.Â
Spencer. Spencer.Â
It feels important.Â
âI see youâve upgraded.â
âYes! Yes, I did,â you laugh self-consciously, still struggling to meet his eyes. âThank you for the help the other day. I would still be sorting through all of this if it werenât for that, so⌠yeah. Thanks.â
âOf course! Iâm glad I could be of use.â
âSpence!â Someone calls from the cafe door. You both look up to see a stunning blonde beckoning him away.Â
Ah. Naturally. The girlfriend who is one trillion times prettier than you.Â
Spence.Â
Reality sets in.Â
âComing!â He replies, with all the eager compliance of a child, before turning back to you. âUm⌠well⌠Iâll see you?â
Itâs an awkward way to say goodbye to a stranger, but you suddenly donât care enough to dwell. Instead you nod once, less enthusiastic now that you know he has a 10 waiting for him on the sidewalk.Â
âI am a creature of habit.â
Another wave as he walks away.Â
The two disappear from the doorway, but the perpetual breeze seems to carry a snatched bit of conversation your way.Â
âWho was that?âÂ
âUh⌠I donât actually know.â
Yeah. Reality definitely sets in.Â
Over the next few days, you break your cafĂŠ streak. Life is busy. Thereâs not always time to artfully ponder Romantic poetry and drink a six dollar coffee while waiting around for certain people to show up.Â
Okay, so⌠maybe it has more to do with him than youâre letting on. But youâre not going to do that thing you do again, where you become limerently obsessed with a man you donât know and who is way out of your league just because you canât form an actual attachment to anyone to save your life. Besides, you remind yourself; we probably wouldnât be compatible anyway. Heâs probably a huge loser. Or secretly a douche. Or chews with his mouth open. Obviously nobody that attractive can also have a good personality.Â
Not to mention he has a girlfriend. That should put you off, too.
But you hadnât been lying when youâd proclaimed to be a creature of habitâyou return to the cafĂŠ once you feel sufficiently detached from this Spencer character.Â
Heâs there. Of course heâs there. Why had you been expecting for him to not be there? Itâs not like he was a figment of your imagination.Â
This time heâs accompanied by a different blonde womanâa bespectacled blonde with a big floral headband and a patterned dress and a red cardigan and tights and heels that look self-injurious. Sheâs quite eye-catching; you want to keep looking at her, but you seem to draw her attention, too. Her big eyes widen minutely and briefly you wonder if youâre supposed to know her, but certainly youâd remember meeting a person like that. She doesnât seem easily forgettable. Both of you look to Spencer at the same time, whoâs looking between you with an almost panicked expression.Â
âOh! Thââ the woman whispers, cutting herself off when she realizes how loud sheâs being in the otherwise silent establishment. âAh! Okay, right. Never mind.â
 Spencer sighs. You want to laugh, but youâre baffled by the whole thing. So you go back to reading.Â
Ten minutes later, they draw your attention once more.Â
âGo, go ahead! Itâs more problematic for you to be late than me. Iâll be like, thirty seconds tops.â
You donât look up as Spencer leaves the cafĂŠâbut are you supposed to gather that these two eccentric individuals are coworkers? And what of the first blonde woman, who youâd presumed to be his girlfriend? Where is she?
While youâre wondering all of this, the new blonde teeters her way over to your table.Â
âHi!â She says pleasantly, waving a purple-tipped hand and wearing the biggest grin.Â
âUh⌠hi?â
âIâm Penelope. Youâve met my friend Spencer. He just left.â
âOhâsort of,â you smile weakly, closing your book. âNot formally. I didnât know his name.â
Thatâs a lie, but maybe feigning non-chalance will make it real.Â
âWell, I just wanted to come over and say I love your bag. And your jewelry and your coat. I love your whole look. I bet youâre a really cool person.â
âUmâthank you!â You perk up, smiling genuinely now. The compliment warms youâyou didnât think your look was all that interesting today. âYou too. I love your outfit.â
âGreat! Youâreâyouâre great. This is good information. Um⌠just out of, like, sheer curiosity, could I get your name, age, and occupation? Ohâand your zodiac sign?â
What kind of convoluted sex trafficking ployâ
âGarcia!â
Spencer is at the doorway again, looking adorably miffed.Â
Adorable? Get a grip.Â
âWhâIâm just making a new friend! Is friendship illegal, now?â
âThis is the kind of friend-making that gets you a restraining order,â he urges.Â
You look up at Penelope Garcia, enamored by their whole dynamic. They clearly care for each other, despite the squabbling. What kind of job do they have where they talk to each other like this?
âItâs fine,â you smile, introducing yourself to her.
âThat is such a good name!â She says, and youâre getting the sense sheâs kind of always this enthusiastic. âSo now we know each otherâs namesâwe should probably definitely be friends, right?â
âYeah! Um, definitely!â
âYes? Oh my god! I love this! Okay, umâwe work at Quantico, so, weâre like, 10 minutes awayâbut this is better than the coffee shop thatâs closest to the building, so we come here all the time. Usually itâs just us and five grouchy old men, which makes this is really exciting.â
âQuantico⌠thatâs the FBI academy, right?â
âOther stuff, too,â she nods, still smiley.Â
Oh! Cool. So theyâre FBI agents.Â
So thatâs cool.Â
Youâre cool with that.Â
Her phone starts ringingâshe locks eyes with Spencer.Â
âHotch?â
âOoh, we are in trouble,â Penelope sing-songs, leaning down to write her number on your notebook without asking. Not that you mind, of course. She adds a little heart and a smiley face next to her name before capping your pen and toddling away. âBye, new friend!â She calls over her shoulder, waving goodbye with just her fingers.Â
âBye,â you manage, though itâs probably too quiet.Â
Spencer flattens his mouth into an approximation of a smile and waves again.Â
You accidentally find yourself mirroring his goodbye, facial expression and all. Fuck. You hope he doesnât notice. You hope he doesnât read into it.Â
Nah. Boys are dumb.Â
You text Penelope later that afternoonâa simple greeting so that she can save your numberâand then you forget about it.Â
Itâs not until five days go by without sign of any of themâthe two blondes, Spencer, this mysterious and foreboding Hotch figureâthat you start to seriously question your sanity. Did they drop off the face of the planet, or what?
But of course, just as youâre sitting at your usual table, Spencer walks in. Alone.Â
He sees you immediately, but instead of the wave youâd come to expect, he immediately flushes, looks down at his shoes and hurries into the small lunch-rush line.Â
Weird.
You corner him at the coffee bar, where heâs adding more sugar to his coffee. How are his teeth so nice if he does this to himself every single day?
âHey,â you say, affecting casual confidence as you bus your empty mug. â⌠Spencer, right?â
Itâs comical how youâre pretending you havenât turned that name over and looked at it from every angle hundreds of times since the first time you heard it.Â
He nods, only glancing up at you as he stirs. To your surprise, he knows your name, too. When you give him an odd look, he smiles almost apologetically, finally looking at your face for longer than half a second.Â
âI heard you introducing yourself to Penelope. Sorry if thatâsâŚâ
âNo, no! Is she around, today? I texted her last week, but she never responded...â
âToday is operating system update day, so I donât even really have a way of knowing if sheâs alive in her office.â Itâs funny to him, but you just smile, baffled. He notices your silence and catches on, scrambling to explain himself. âSheâs our tech analyst. There are 243 computers in our building and she has to update them all remotely, which requires getting every agent to agree to not touch their computer at the same time for an hour or so.â
âOh⌠does the FBI not have, like⌠an IT guy, or something?â
He laughs againâthe way his eyes crinkle when he does it makes you a little breathless.Â
âYou should say that to her. I think you would become her favorite person.â
Itâs hard not to smile when heâs smiling because of youâhowever indirectly that may be. Quickly you realize youâve both been standing in front of the coffee bar for too long.Â
âAlright, well⌠tell her good luck, for me?â
âI would, but Iâve been kicked out for an hour while she does the updates.â
Your brow furrows and you laugh.Â
âFrom the whole building? You just canât keep your hands off your computer for an hour?â
âNot if I want to do my job, no. And I am kind of obsessive about my job. Iâve been the reason she had to start the whole process over again before and Iâd rather not be that person again.â
You say it before you can think too hard.Â
âWell, if you have an hour to kill⌠thereâs an open seat at my table? No pressure, obviously.â
And that was the first of thousands of hours you would come to spend with Spencer Reid.Â
After that, it sort of becomes a regular thing. He comes almost every dayâexcept for occasional week or so long stretches, which you have discovered are a part of his absolutely fucking insane jobâand sits with you, sometimes with Penelope, once with the other blonde, JJ, who youâve since deduced is not his girlfriend, most often alone. Usually he canât spare more than ten minutes, but he begins pushing it, little by little, until thirty minutes go by and you think surely his boss (the great and all-powerful Hotchner) must be beginning to notice.Â
One day, during your usual lunchtime rendezvous, his phone rings. He talks right on through it, like itâs not happening.
It ceases. And then it starts again.Â
Your head drops to your shoulder, something like pity or regret softening your features. He catches your eye and melts slightly, mid-sentenceâlike he knows youâre about to tell him to be responsible.Â
âDo you think you shouldâŚâ
His hands drop from where theyâd been enthusiastically positioned mid-air.Â
âTheyâll be fine if Iâm late from lunch one time. Iâm usually more punctual than any of them.â
You roll your lip between your teethâitâs not that you want to tell him to go; in fact, those delusions youâve been harboring about your future life together are only getting worse with each inexplicable minute he entertains your company.Â
But his job is important.Â
âWhat if you have a case?â
âThen I would have gotten more calls from more people by now.â
Your head tips back as you laugh lightly at his unwavering insistence. Â
âIâm flattered that you so enjoy my company that much. But I canât with good conscience keep taking up your work hours like this.â
As the laughter fades, he justâŚÂ watches you, lips slightly parted, eyes intense but not entirely present.Â
âYouâre probably right,â he finally breathes. âMaybe⌠you should start taking up my other hours, instead?â
Spencer Reid, you unexpected charmer.Â
You balk.
âLike⌠we would hang out? At a different time of day? Not here?â
âThose are the basic premises, yes,â he chuckles, nodding affably. âIâve never actually seen you anywhere else. For all I know you could be a ghost eternally tethered to this building.â
âWhere would this hanging out take place?â
Fuck, youâre totally being weird. His brow knits.Â
âI donât know. Where else do people hang out?â
Heâs not genuinely asking you, heâs gently turning you in the right direction. You charge forward blindly.Â
âRestaurants.â
Thereâs that pretty smile of his again, the one that makes all the thoughts drain from your head like cold bathwater. Though, thereâs a sort of mischievous edge to it now that you haven't seen before.
âThatâs certainly an option. If I asked you to hang out with me at a restaurant... would you say yes?â
You look down. God, your face feels warm.Â
âWould you be asking me out on a date? In this hypothetical scenario that weâve constructed, I mean.â
Spencer seems to think about it for a moment, which fills you with unexpected panic. When you look back up anxiously, he has the same smile on his face, but his eyes are a little softer now.Â
âI would.âÂ
More panic sets inâjust a bit. But you donât let what is undoubtedly a tidal wave of anxiety break through the emotional guard-dam. Keep it together. This is a good thing. This is what you wanted.Â
Unfortunately, you are perhaps more transparent than youâd realized. Spencer begins to look slightly worried, leaning forward in his chair.Â
âYou donât have to say yes. I know we donât know each other very well, I justââ
âNo!â You find yourself assuring him, though you curse yourself because you kind of want to know what he was going to say. âI would say yes. Iâve just, umâgod,â you laugh gustily, self-consciously. âSorry Iâm being so weird. Iâm out of my depth. Nobodyâs asked me on a date before. I donât really know the etiquette.â
Spencer chuckles.Â
âYouâre doing great. Donât worry about it.â
Not, what?
Not, youâve never been on a date before?
Not, thatâs crazy, or thatâs weird, or how have you gone your whole life without being asked out?
With the implication being, youâre odd. Different. Maybe not in a good way.Â
He says none of that.Â
âBut I should probably actually ask you, huh?â His cheeks turn pink as his laughter is redirected inwards.Â
âSounds like a good first step.â
Spencer is still smiling as he says your name and it sounds so good from his mouth. It makes you sound so real.Â
âWill you go on a date with me?â
Butterflies in your stomach doesn't begin to brush what you're experiencingâyour entire abdominal cavity is like a Monarch sanctuary.
âIâd love to.â
He seems genuinely relieved as he beams, slumping back in his chair.Â
âOh, thank god. I was so nervous youâd say no. I never do that. Thank you for not saying no. Not that you couldnât have said noâit would have been completely fine and obviously within your rights toââ
His phone rings again. Both of you are relieved that he was interruptedâbut admittedly you thought his rambling was super cute.Â
âI shouldââ
âYou definitely need to go.â
âYeah,â he agrees with a still-breathless smile. âUmâwhatâs your number?â
You look around fruitlessly for pen and paper.Â
âI donâtââ
âJust tell me. Iâll remember.â
Heâs so weird.Â
A breeze hits your skin as he opens the door. Youâre already writing your wedding vows in the back of your mind as you watch him go.Â
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part four
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⥠Todoroki/Fem Reader
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⢠Everyone involved in this fic is aged up/18+.
⢠Warnings; cursing, making out, dirty talk, Shouto is a champ at eating pussy/ass, fingering, vaginal sex, Shouto is a little subby in this
⥠Authors Note; I had to complete the headcannons for my favorite three MHA boys sooner rather than later. I love Shouto, he deserves all the good things and a lot of hugs.
Shouto who comes off as cold, uninterested, a giant dick â but who is so sweet and so loving it makes your teeth ache. Who is the kind of person that writes down facts about you so he doesnât forget â you accidentally stumbled upon the list in his notes app and promptly cried.
Shouto who never ceases to buy extra of what heâs eating so you can have some too, even if you werenât hungry in the first place.
Shouto who doesnât understand social cues very well. Who tilts his head adorably when heâs confused. Who wears a blank, spaced out expression on his face often when heâs unsure of whatâs going on.
Shouto who lets you teach him how to read the room a bit easier, to understand body language and tone. Whose pretty smile could melt icy glaciers with its tender warmth. Who is so comfortable with you he makes all sorts of facial expression, which you take as a triumphant win.
Shouto who you met in high school but didnât date until after graduation. Who you crossed paths with while battling a villain and you caught mid air as he was nose diving from the top of a building. Who was probably a bit delirious because he swears he saw you with a halo, because he âfell in love with an Angel that day.â
Shouto who loves to drink strawberry milk. Who has so many cartons cluttering the fridge in your home it drives you nuts. Who compulsively brings you a glass when heâs drinking some because heâs learned he can show you he loves you by sharing what enjoys. Itâs so cute when you get a glass out of nowhere.
Shouto who decides to be a bit ârebelliousâ after he gets out of high school. Who decides to cut his hair shaggy and short. Who gets a nose ring, pierces his ears and acquires a tongue ring. Who is with you when you get your own body modifications, and often wears jewelry that reminds him of you.
Shouto who claims his absolute favorite thing in the world is to snuggle up with you on the couch. Especially when itâs raining and the two of you are wrapped up in a fluffy blanket burrito, watching movies and napping. If it turns X rated, well who can blame you?
Shouto who is a dry texter. Weâre talking Sahara Desert dry. Who does still take the time to send you pictures of things you love while heâs out on patrol, especially of dogs that he encounters. Who gets so happy when you respond in kind, forming your own language with one another.
Shouto who tends to wear a streetwear style when heâs not working. Who likes to wear matching clothes with you. Who even bought you both a pair of matching underwear with your faces on them. Youâre unable to resist, youâre technically sitting on his face all day⌠right??
Shouto who is terrible at almost every video game, but who can annihilate anyone at Mario Kart. Youâre definitely not bitter about that. Funnily enough, the best part of game night when everyone is over is watching Bakugou lose his mind when Sho decimates repeatedly.
Shouto who has remained tight knit with Midoriya. Who considers the man as his brother by extension, and who youâve grown close to as well. Who goes to the #1 hero for help planning you a surprise party by sending Midoriya a series of increasingly concerning emojis until he agrees.
Shouto who loves to eat peach gummy rings. Who you have, on more than one occasion, woken up to eating the candy at 2:00 am. Who offers you one, which you casually eat and go back to bed. Who memorizes your favorite candy and leaves it for you to find everywhere.
Shouto who has told you the story of how he got his burn scar. About his father, his brother and all the horrors of his past. Who opened up to you, willingly sharing a side of himself others donât get the privilege to see.
Shouto who has taken you to meet his family, to meet his mother. Who added you to the group chat with all his siblings, which is unbelievably entertaining. Who tries to fit his face with more than one expression when he meets your parents, but you make sure he knows heâs perfect for you just the way he is.
Shouto who loves you unconditionally. Who is your soul mate, your best friend. Whose love for you has grown bigger than a California Redwood tree. Who becomes your husband, who you love more than life itself. Youâd start a goddamn war for this man.
Shouto who enjoys kissing. Who loves to lazily make out with you. Whose cock starts twitching in his briefs when the kiss turns messy. Whose lips get slick and puffy as they press together consistently with yours. Who eagerly slips his tongue into your mouth, sucking on it and sinking his teeth into your bottom lip so roughly it stings.
Shouto who likes to spread you out on your back in bed, stripping you until your only in one of his large T-shirts. Who leers at you when he pushes it up your belly, gently letting it catch on your tits until he can watch them fall and bounce. Who makes you keep the shirt up around your collarbone when he sucks on your nipples.
Shouto who bites the skin on your sternum, plush lips tickling your belly as he makes his way to your pussy. Who grips the bottoms of your thighs and presses them backwards to your chest. Who stares at you with heavy lidded eyes as he licks from your pussy to your clit, making sure to swirl the cold metal of his tongue ring around it.
Shouto whose eyes flutter closed while he eats you out. Who makes you cry out when he sucks your clit, tongue ring passing over it with each methodical swipe of his tongue. Who praises you murmuring âyour pussy is amazing angel, will you let me eat your ass? pretty please?â
Shouto who strips you both. Whose flushed cock stands full and heavy when you see it. Who flips you, yanking your ass in the air and shoving your face into the sheets. Who spanks you unforgivingly and grips the thick flesh of your ass to spread you open. Who chills his tongue ring even more and kitten licks at your rim until you want to scream.
Shouto who shoves two fingers in your pussy without warning. Who curls and thrusts them as he sucks on your rim until you cum so hard you see stars. Who pulls away from you, stroking himself for relief and speaks with a wrecked voice pleading âI want to put my cock in you so badly, can I please princess?â
Shouto who is aware youâre a pillow princess, but has hearts in his eyes, cheeks flushing bubblegum pink when you tell him youâll ride him for a bit. Who props his back up against the headboard with a couple pillows, allowing you to flip around so your back faces him. Who holds your wrists behind your back as you ride him, letting out delicate and whiny moans while you make his toes curl.
Shouto who spreads you with his free hand, eyes glued as his cock disappears into your pussy while you bounce in his lap. Whose dick throbs, breathing hitching when you throw your head back and you moan âfuck Shouto, your cock is so good, youâre gonna make me cum!â
Shouto who reaches his limit, pushing you off his cock and onto your back whispering filthy praise in your ear. Who grips his shaft, teasing your clit with the tip before slipping his dick all the way back inside with one fluid roll of his hips.
Shouto who bends you in half, hooking your knees over his shoulders and folding you into a mating press. Who fucks you roughly, hips curling up with the intention to bully your g-spot. Who makes sure you feel each drag of his cock, coaxing you into cumming with a handful of strokes. Who gets you to cum over and over, little water balloons of warm pleasure popping and coursing through you.
Shouto who produces low moans when your pussy squeezes his cock. Who desperately pleads with you to cum one more time because he canât hold on for much longer.
Shouto who makes you feel dizzy as you chase your pleasure once more while folded as a pretzel. Who cums instantly when your sweet cries hit his ears, praising and encouraging him all at once. Who pushes into the hilt, grinding against you as he bursts at the seams, panting to catch his breath.
Shouto who giggles with you as he untangles your limbs. Who flops down beside you, lacing your fingers together as you enjoy the leftover bliss.
Shouto who eventually gets up to clean you both. Who finds the shirt you were previously wearing and some clean panties for you to wear. Who pulls you into a hug, murmuring how much he loves you, planting kisses all over your face. Shouto who then goes to the kitchen and brings you a glass of strawberry milk.
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âHITTIN MY PHONE IS SO RIGHT !
?: You canât seem to put an end to a salacious affair between you and your boss. However, lately with the new cameras being installed around units, itâs getting increasingly risky for you two. Whatâll it be, your job or Abbyâs? / A.A x Fem!Reader
!: hellurrrr.. xD havenât proof-read this ngl bc my eyes hurt/ ALSO AN OLD DRAFT I HATE..im srry :P
âFuckinâ hell..sheâs just clamping onto me..â Abby coos from where her head is thrown back on the office chair; you, on her lap, rocking your hips deliciously into her, each snap feeling like a tidal wave of pleasure surging through Abbyâs veins. Youâd never in a hundred years think this would be a common event that took place between you and your employer after hours, a dirty secret that was buried deep within Abbyâs Law-Firm.
âS-shitttt, donât speak like that..â You whine, digits burying themself into Abbyâs Golden locks when it seems like her pace speeds up; âCanât when this messy cunt âs talking to me..â Abby takes a sharp inhale of air when you rip open the first two buttons of her blazer, scattering across the room.
âNot fair..âwanna take âem off..â You whine, wrapping your arms tighter around your lovers neckâ soft tits pressed up into Abbyâs face where she sneakily kisses around your areola, taking a nipple into her warm mouth, earning a weak huff from you.
âShh..gotta be quiet, doll..canât risk having you heard.â She whispers against your skin, pulling you down to press a messy kiss against your lips, âthat I have âfuckin favoritesâŚâ; You shriek when she manages to slam you even harder on the XL strap, the one thatâs tied oh-so-perfectly around her hips.
The buzzing on her desk brings her away from your lips and her attention instead, is on the lit-up phone, grabbing it with ease as she maintains a rhythm with how she bounces you, caller ID reading OWEN.
âNot this timing..â She groans, shushing your mewls once again when she takes your head and slightly angles it into her neck as an attempt to muffle your noises while she takes the call; âGet to the point.â
While she talks, you sink your teeth into her nape unexpectedly, illiciting a dirty, guttural moan from Abby to the point she almost lets the phone slip out of her grasp, âUh..you okay?â Owen asks, confused at what was happening on the other end of the phone as he peels an orange; Abby hums at this, poorly trying to reaffirm Owen with eyes clenched closed as you leave harsh hickeys on her neck, ones sheâd have to indefinitely cover up all week with series of collered pantsuits.
âP-please, âAbs..âYou pant, saliva stretching from your quivering lips to her bruised neck. Abby pathetically caves in, murmuring mantras of âhear you, babyâ into the humid office air, head spinning and the call long forgotten as she throws it across the desk; her obsession with you ran deep, from the very moment you stepped into the office scene, all pencil skirts and painted lipsâ you were something she needed around here, and maybe the only thing that kept her hauled up in this shit-hole while all her other colleagues ran themselves into bankruptcy and alcoholism.
âIâll give it to my sweet girl, âalways do..ahâ? S-she just needs to be âfuckin patient..â Abbyâs breath hitching when you scrape your nailbeds across her, now, unclothed back. âYouâre soâo âfuckin nasty..begging to fuck when theyâve installed surveillance every square inch of the damn placeâlove my pretty g-girl..â
âG-gna cum, pleaseee.. if you keep âtalkin to me like tâthis!â You stutter out with furrowed brows, annoyance and arousal a mixture when she picks you up and slams you directly against the desk now, a stark contrast to where you two were meekly teasing eachother earlier on her swivel chair but shit, does this angle make you take her even deeper..
After some time of her relentlessly pounding into you, and tears falling from your glossy eyes, down your full cheeksâ you finally crack. This doesnât end it, no, because after 2 orgasms ripped out of youâ Abby leans down and kisses your cheek softly, her lips lingering condescendingly, âone more before we go, hm? Then weâll clock out and iâll take us home, babyâ, all while two fingers work figure 8âs on your puffy clit, soothing you through the aftershocks of your orgasm.
Home?
You look at her up from heavy lidded eyes, sleep wanting to consume you completely but you oblige, mewling when Abby lowers herself to her knees and begins kitten-licking at your sensitive pussy; maybe you were obsessed with the blonde as much as she was with you, even if it could cost you both your jobs potentially one day.
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lee haechan fic recs!
â¤ď¸ I LIKE YOU (I DO) (L.DH) - @domjaehyun (stoner!haechan just wants you to know how much he likes you.)
â¤ď¸ paperclip - @smileysuh (yandere, ex bf! hyuck)
â¤ď¸ My Boy. - @prodbymaui (A series of failed relationships and you were this near of giving up on love. But then here comes little Donghyuck and his persistence. Maybe-- he was the one fated to you, after all.)
â¤ď¸ kiss it better - @yeow6n (haechan gets hurt but you know that with him itâs not going to be as simple as putting a band-aid on it)
â¤ď¸ sugar, butter, & the royal crown - L.DH - @haechwrites (prince donghyuck only has one princess on his mind, but she's not actually a princess. she's just the royal baker's granddaughter.)
â¤ď¸ bus stop - @ooshu (haechan rides the bus. you hop on the same ride. minutes later, you two were a couple. he never questioned why.)
â¤ď¸ strawberries & cigarettes - @hyudior (the art school's play is in two days and you're running out of time to put everything together since your known enemy lee donghyuck decided that the rehearsal day was the perfect day to release a launch party for his new album.)
â¤ď¸ >> take my breath - @hyuckwrlds
â¤ď¸ moles âĄâ§âË lee haechan - @sleeping-sirens (you read something on the internet that made you feel jealous of a person you didnât even know but haechan knows just how to reassure you.)
â¤ď¸ haechan â gold-skinned, eager baby - @hyuckmov (he used to be able to hide it. he used to be fine with glancing at you, habitually flicking his eyes to your chest when you would walk into the room or snuggle up to him. but now heâs totally fucked, because he thinks heâs developed some sort of addiction.)
â¤ď¸ eyes tell - @tonicandjins (donghyuck has been trying to confess his feelings to you. third time's the charm, he thinks.)
â¤ď¸ going below zero | l.dh - @cherryeoniis (Considering how much Haechan makes it his personal mission to antagonize you at work, it seems like a rather cruel twist of fate that the both of you have been side by side since middle school, the only consolation being that his office is a different floor from yours. But if thereâs a saying about how distance makes the heart grow fonder, your attitude with him might just be the opposite, and itâll take a family ski holiday to find out.)
â¤ď¸ take my breath. - @sixzeroes (lee donghyuck did not believe in âlove at first sight.â key word: did. he does now, but only because you happened to fall into his arms on the icy road in the narrow streets. youâre going to render him breathless from the countless times your smile takes his breath away.)
â¤ď¸ ice cream thief [ l.dh ] - @tddyhyck (someone has been eating haechan's favorite ice cream so he decides to put a hidden camera in the kitchen and living room thinking it's a shared space it shouldn't invade anyone's privacy... right?)
â¤ď¸ tease | lee haechan - @hyuckiefluff (Playing spin the bottle definitely wasn't what you had envisioned for your first college party. And the last person you expected to see was Lee Haechan. But life has a funny way of throwing surprises at you, and this time it came in the form of the bottle landing on some drunk dude who dared you to kiss Haechan.)
â¤ď¸ đđ đđđđđđ đ đđđđ đđđđđ đđđ šâ¸âş - @goldyeokki (you and lee donghyuck both get along like oil and water. if it were up to you, you would be going about your days without even breathing in his direction. unfortunately you're in the same friend group and you have to tolerate each other. as handsome or attractive as people claim him to be, you hate his guts. there's so many reasons why you hate him, so why do you get butterflies in your stomach when he's near?)
â¤ď¸ high (with my lover) [m] â l.dh - @yeonghosins (y/n smokes up with donghyuck for the first time)
â¤ď¸ what the puck! - @choerrypuffs (you hit the universityâs star hockey player with your car. shenanigans (and maybe even a little romance) ensue.)
â¤ď¸ double take | l.dh - @cherryeoniis (friends to lovers, highschool au, slowburn, fluff, angst)
â¤ď¸ Your Red Lipstick || L.DH - @ihaechans (Kisses, kisses, kisses. Thatâs all your boyfriend wants. When you refuse to give him the one thing he craves, he wonât leave you alone, begging and begging until you give in.)
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