#hes so sad please let me hug him please
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i want to hug him SO bad
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Rosy? Every time I look at your pics, you look so lovable and adorable that I imagine giving you a big hug. I would want you to feel really comfortable, safe, loved, and appreciated. I love your pics because they evoke those caring feelings in me and that makes me feel calm and relaxed. You never need to post any more pics, I don't want you to feel any pressure to do that. I know you have been dealing with a lot. I just want you to know you are loved and appreciated!
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What a surprise this was â you didnât have to do this !!
Yet what an honor it is to be worth receiving such beautiful sentiments ⥠âĄ
(I mean to think you see so many nice things in me ?? Me ???)
Iâm genuinely at a loss for what to say, but these words are precious to me, and I will remember them for a long time to come âĄ
Thank you so *so* much !!
It has been a difficult time, but God is with me so itâs ok! He takes care of me, and gives me all I need to take care of others c:
Cus Iâm not the only one out there struggling, and I still want to be here for those people !!
(Even if all I do is answer asks and post photos of my outfits or the books Iâm reading, but you never know whose day it might brighten !! Well that is why Iâm still here hehe âĄ)
I want to say that *you* are extremely loved and appreciated, too, however! Your presence is very needed on this earth, and I for one am thankful you exist ⥠âĄ
Just look at what a blessing you were to me today :D
Sending the warmest hugs, and all my fondest well-wishes just for you! I pray you will be safe, loved, and joyful for all your days to come ~ !!
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#âĄ#ask#i am sorry if i worded myself poorly :â)#this genuinely was *so* nice i felt overwhelmed !#thank you for this kindness friend âĄ#honestly i have been trying to take it easy cus most of the time i do feel pretty sad#so i am genuinely grateful you still enjoy my blog and i am able to brighten your day !#i try to think of the apostle paul during these times#he was in jail and endured much hardship but Christ sustained him and that is what He is doing for me to !!#you matter as well though !!#so please make sure to keep well and take care of yourself !!#stay safe and find joy where you can c:#you are worth SO much !!#so donât let anything happen to you or i would be very sad#sending hugs love and lots of cinnamon rolls !!#please take care and all the best to you ~ !! âĄ#xo ! âĄ#đ€ * Â·Ì©Í đ§ž Ë . đ©° âč Ë đ§
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Ok Melania as much as I love u, Morgott is now my favourite
#SAD OLD MAN WITH A TAIL#LITERALLY THE BEST THING#AND HES TRAGIC AS ALL FUCK??? OHHHH BOY IT RLY IS CHRSITMAS#I love him sm your honour#yeah so can someone link me a mod where I can hug him please thank u#GOD WHYYYYYYYY#LET HIM HAVE ONE GOOD THING#I WILL be drawing him thank u v much#him and my tarnished are besties#elden ring#morgott the omen king
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...tatsuya doesnt get a happy ending does he :(
#bobtalk#p2posting#please.please. please please. at least Some closure#i havent beat ep still but guys its not looking good for my bestfriend.#WHY are 2 and 3 such downer games. ok i like 3's ending. come on 2 throw me a bone PLEASE#man memory shit always gets to me....#i will actually cry if anything too bad happens to him dont test me im attached.#ok maybe i wont bc i dont actually cry alot over sad stuff (didnt cry over royal and u know how i feel abt royal) but GOD#he loves his friends so much.hes such a good kid!!! please let Something go right for him#guys i think the punishment might really be eternal. suffering forever.#can we at least give him a hug because god damn does he need one rn.
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Hearing some thoughts on Rin's lines about Clear Wing.
I don't disagree that it feels off-putting or wrong (whichever you prefer to describe it as), but I imagine her reasoning doesn't necessarily boil down to seeing herself as above Yuugo (though it's very possible it partially is; they both lived in a dog eat dog world - the City - and they're commons to boot - so they're fighting one another to duel Jack up until she's kidnapped, even if Yuugo says they were going to do it together), as much as it boils down to her being the responsible one.
Yuugo really isn't, so it might possibly be that, given how dependable of a monster Clear Wing (and Crystal Wing) are, Rin thinks her burn deck is a better fit for such a monster than Yuugo's luck based deck. The answer to this is obviously no as soon as anything to do with Zarc or Ray comes into the picture (Clear Wing and Yuugo are both cut from the same quarter of the Supreme King Dragon, even if it was by En Winds.)
Or, Rin is probably jealous she doesn't have effect negation in her monsters, and is bullying Yuugo about it because she's seemingly never really dealt with her frustrations in any other way (because Yuugo's always there.) Or maybe because Clear Wing is a unique card and Rin wants a copy too.
Alternatively, this is somehow the same thing as Yuuri's sadistic streak; a hold over from their Original self, and Ray decided Clear Wing should've been one of her monsters. As if Zarc would lose one of his dragons without a fight, though.
(Additional note I think is important but couldn't figure out where to put it in; Rin's defeat line in the overworld implies to me that Yuugo expects her to win her matches, like it shouldn't be hard for her. Yuugo's never gotten angry at her even if she's gotten angry at him multiple times and she's probably afraid of what he'd think - either this hasn't happened and she's worried all his frustrations with her would ungracefully tumble out, only putting up with her because she wins and can get food on their table even if we know that wouldn't happen - he loves her so much he'll ramble about her to anyone given half a chance, or it has happened before and Rin doesn't want to experience that sort of thing again, as though it would embarrass her.) (So her self esteem is either rock bottom when it comes to losing. or she's got too much pride to admit any of her losses to the one person who adores her)
#marwospeaking#The City done fucked up these two kids. they gotta win or they're considered nothing more than dirt at the bottom of the slums#Not excusing her at all on this though. it really is rude of her. but it does present an opportunity to explore what's going on in her head#You know its bad when. out of the two responsible ones. Yuuto is somehow the less mean one. Rin what the hell#It's also possible these are things she'd never actually say in front of Yuugo. but DL doesn't have that so she says these words anyway#(she might not have ever wanted to voice that opinion either. but DL has her do so anyway)#I wonder how Clear Wing feels on this; She is more than dependable in getting a 7 out. designed to do that even#(which makes me think that Ray wanted to get a hold of Clear Wing - none of the others can intertwine their decks so easily..#.. so what reason/s could there be for that? other than it's the easy option for a character who only physically shows up in the last..#.. stretch of Arc V.)#But as There For Yuugo as Rin can/could be. she's still a part of Ray in the end. and Clear Wing is still scared of Ray from the last time.#I am willing to give DL the benefit of the doubt that Rin's feelings might be made clearer. and that this is just misdirection by omission#but this event also has Ruri to contend with. so I can only get so optimistic about Rin's character exploration here#on an unrelated but related note. Rin *please* just let Yuugo hug you. even just once. He missed you more than he'd miss anything else#Seeing him get nothing but kneed in the gut for wanting to hug Rin makes me more and more sad for his situation
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when you hit capitano, he let you.
you were angry, you were frustrated and he understood that very well.
your family was gone, your friends were gone and all of this carnage was caused by his sword.
when you hit him again, trying to shove him, he removed his helmet for you - hit him wherever you pleased, and he'd allow it.
he didn't feel sorry for your family, nor did he feel sorry for your friends - he didn't even feel sorry for taking you from your home. it was something he deemed a necessary evil.
you weren't happy where you were; maybe now that everyone you once knew was gone, you were trying to convince yourself that you cared for them, that you were closer to them than you truly were.
you scratched at him, leaving a long stinging mark on his cheek. his eyes had hearts in them as he looked down at you - you were perfect, you deserved nothing less than the best.
you grabbed a pillow from his bed and started beating him with it.
"you're so- ugh, you make me sick!"
you were getting frustrated with him. the captain felt for you, he just wanted you to be happy, "hit me harder if you must, stab me if it pleases you, rip out my hair, spit in my face for all I care."
"sh-shut up... what's wrong with you...?"
you sighed, your arms were sore and you were tired - you'd been crying and yelling at him for hours it seemed.
the captain raised a hand and reached for your face, wiping away a stray tear rolling down your cheek, "I love you... too much-"
you smacked his hand away, glaring at him.
he lowered his hand. "(y/n), I'd like for you to understand why-"
"stop talking! you're making everything worse. just shut up!" you cried over, covering your eyes and cried into your hands.
he wanted to hug you, comfort you, and ease the sadness you felt but he was well aware that that would make things worse.
so, he watched instead.
it was as if he was admiring you even in your weakest moment - he couldn't see you in a negative light, ever. he loved you, that last thing he wanted was for you to think otherwise.
but it seemed you already did.
he'd have to make it up to you, he reasoned.
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summary: in which for you, jungkook would commit crimes and his mother would peel oranges.
idol!jk x reader | fluff, angst | word count: 9.5k
warnings/content: oc passes out in the shower / jk does something crazy iâm literally insane about this / baby bam cameo đ„ș / stitches >:( / blood draw / mention of speeding / jealous not but rlly jealous oc is pissed owfffff at the nurse who has a crush on jk lmao / jk and his mom loves them to death tho so obv who wins / love is beautiful letâs all cry <3
> in which masterlist!
note: *sitcom sound effect of crowd cheering* IâM BACK đ„° hope u enjoy the product of my madness during finals season hehehe. and special thanks to my cutieful proofreader rio!! youâre one of my most favorite people iâve ever met đ„șđ + my beloveds who came to the rescue when i had medical questions !! i didnât expect to receive help from soooo many and iâm so freaking grateful i could cri :")
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âi ordered it the other day. how did it arrive so early?â
jungkook walks back inside the apartment, arms occupied by a stack of boxes that arrived in the mail yesterday.
he arrives at the living room, head tilting to the side in confusion when he realizes that the netflix show he was watching on the television is no longer playing. instead, there is the news channel.
he gasps.
âbaby, youâre alive!â
your swollen eyes flicker up to him.
youâre lying on the sofa with your legs lazily dangling on the edge. thereâs a toothbrush in your mouth, foam of bubbles between your lips, but your arm barely exerts the energy to make it do its job.
âyou were asleep from afternoon to morning. do you know that? youâve never done that before!â he exclaims, carelessly tossing the boxes on the floor. âi was getting scared!â
you only hum to acknowledge his existence, pushing yourself up from the sofa and unknowingly dodging the hug your boyfriend wanted to greet you with.
he ends up collapsing face first on the empty space you left, hurt and offended.
the bathroom door opens and closes.
he flips over, whining. âyah, we didnât see each other for a day. didnât you miss me?!â
still not a single word from you. sleeping that long must not have cured your exhaustion, jungkook surmises. you tend to be glum and cranky when youâre feeling unwell, as is usually the case when you wake up as unrested as before.
he doesnât always know how to make you feel better, but he always tries anyway.
âour new bedsheets arrived!â he announces from the other side of the bathroom door, making himself loud so that you can hear him despite the shower running. âdo you want to unbox them with me?!â
he allows the seconds to pass, but with his hands on his hips, he eventually begins to tap his foot on the floor.
âbaby? may i go in?â
he turns the knob, just to be prepared incase the answer is a yes, but it doesnât turn. a sad pout forms on his face.
huh? why is it locked?
you must genuinely donât want to be bothered today.
âguess thatâs a no.â he mutters to himself before calling out to you. âokay, iâll wait for you!â
with a crestfallen sigh, he begins to walk back to the living room.
he doesnât go far, however.
only several steps later, a series of loud crashes is heard from the bathroom and his heart thunders in his chest with a combination of numbing shock and fear.
â____, what was that?! did you fall?!â
he aggressively pounds at the door, extremely desperate this time around. he has no plans on leaving until he knows that youâre safe and sound.
âbaby! open this! are you alrightâŠ? are you hurt? youâre scaring me. please, answer!â
he pauses, catching his breath as his mind runs a thousand miles per hour.
â____!â
he strikes the door with an open palm one more time, more so to express his frustration that is only growing worse with every tick of the clock. he only ends up hurting himself in the process.
âthatâs it! iâm opening the door!â
he frantically whips his head around, racking his brain for the location of the key. there are two copies of it somewhere in the apartment, but in his panicked state, he is unable to pinpoint either of their specific spots. and he canât fucking afford to waste any more time.
âah, fuck!â he curses, left with no other choice but to give in to the instinct of breaking down the door with the strength and durability of his body alone.
he would most definitely break his shoulder first before the door.
only after the first try, that much is clear.
and so, with madness inconsiderate of his agony, he resorts to kicking it over and over again.
the repeated loud collisions rattles poor bam from his slumber. not long after, the dogâs barking creates a booming dissonance with his grunts and kicks at the door.
when it finally swings open, the force of his own body sends him stumbling on the bathroom floor, but he doesnât waste time in bouncing back to his feet.
the twisting of his stomach is instantaneous.
there lies your naked, unconscious figure behind the glassâ surrounded by bottles of hair and body products that must have fallen when your hands were searching for something to hold on to.
his voice cracks, breathless.
âbaby, no⊠no, no, no.â
he kneels on the floor, and despite the strong urge to carry you out of there, he tries to calm down. itâs the first rule in every emergency case; professionals reiterate in seminars and news channel segments.
keep calm. keep calm. keep calm.
he wonât be able to forgive himself if he ends up causing more harm than good.
â____, can you hear me?!â
his instinct tells him to inspect every inch of you for any sign of injury, but then his vision becomes too blurry. he curses at the hindrance and forces himself to turn off the showerhead that was left running.
he harshly wipes his face, rushing back to you.
âplease, please, please. wake up.â he begs.
he has a feeling that itâs futile. you canât hear him and heâs wasting his breath. the thing is he doesnât know what else to do.
âbabyâŠâ
he carefully turns your head over, almost relieved because he hasnât seen blood so far.
almost.
at last, he gets a full view of your face, and he finds blood dripping. this has always been one of his most paralyzing fearsâ seeing you get hurt. now that itâs become a reality, thereâs a part of him that wants to believe this is some kind of twisted dream.
âhow- how did this even happenâŠ?â he cries out, his own blood running cold.
for everything that happens after, his body acts on its own. bam is a constant presence in his peripheral, but he is barely in his right mind to acknowledge the presence aside from, âbam, move. daddy might step on you.â
he carries you out of the bathroom, kicking aside the beaten up door. he has made up his mind about bringing you to the hospital, but he canât bring you like⊠this.
he lays you down on the bed, all that gentleness switched off in a split second so he can sprint to the walk-in closet. he hastily grabs whatever is on top of your neatly folded stacks of shirts and pants; and then a fresh towel on the way out. the gentleness returns as he pats your face dry, the pure white stained with dark red. he flips the towel and uses the other side to wipe the rest of your body, in a race against time but mindful of treating you like fragile glass.
once that is over, he dresses you in a pair of gray sweatpants, and with some difficulty, an orange t-shirt.
any person with functioning eyes will be able to tell that the shades donât go together.
if you were conscious, youâd definitely berate him for making you wear this outfit.
but youâre not.
jungkook effortlessly swoops you in his armsâ dripping wet hair, his and yours, leaving behind a trail of raindrops from your apartment floor to the cemented parking lot.
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your body feels like itâs floating.
are you dreaming�
you must be dreaming.
you hear an uncoordinated symphony of voices, but you canât comprehend a word. in pursuit of clarity, you force yourself to open your eyes.
the voices grow a little louder. faceless figures hover you; a bright light shines over your face.
your senses must be playing cruel tricks. now it feels like youâre drowning, sinking into the unknown, and your body has succumbed into numbing defeat.
you want to sleep a little more.
you must truly be exhausted. itâs okay.
youâve fought hard until now. youâve done enough⊠has anyone tried in life as much as you did?
just as your eyes flutter shut, you regain sensation of your hand; a soft squeeze and a call of your name.
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jungkook gently strokes your hair, sighing for the nth time since you got transferred to a private room. heâs relieved that all the scans came back clean so serious head and brain injuries have been ruled out. the doctor also asked him questions and ran some other tests before concluding that electrolyte imbalance caused you to pass out; the culmination of stress and fatigue from work, as well as your strong period, most likely being the main reasons. he didnât even know about the latter until you stained the white sheets with blood.
it was fucking frightening being in the sidelines as they rushed to check on your vitals and to administer oxygen. even now, itâs unbearable to see you with a needle in your hand and a few stitches above your eyebrow. he already anticipated you not being pleased with having to get stitches specifically either; gasping and sitting up as soon as you heard the word come from his lips post-consciousness. consequently, the dizziness hits you. the doctor wasnât happy about that.
âthis is so annoying. i donât want a scar.â you whine as you study your face on the camera of jungkookâs phone. âdid i have to fall on my prettier side?â
âwhat are you saying? youâre pretty from any angle.â he interjects. âbe careful. the wound might open up.â
you jut out your bottom lip, looking up at him with glassy eyes. the sight instantly tugs at his heartstrings, and he pulls you in for a hug. maybe heâs a little sad that you donât appear concerned about the fact that you passed out, but god is he relieved to finally hear your voice again.
âah, i should call the doctor.â
but his face remains buried in your hair.
âthey told me to do so.â
âyou should-â
âwhy?!â he abruptly reacts, drawing back. âdoes anything hurt?â
âchill. you said that they told you to.â
âoh, thatâs right.â he sheepishly smiles. he canât help but to overreact; he hasnât turned off the alarms in his head. âiâll go tell the nurse to get her.â
he starts to walk towards the door, but a tug at his shirt holds him back.
you shyly look at him with a scrunch of your nose. âiâm nervous. hug me for five more seconds.â
fuck, he would move heaven and earth to protect you from everything that can cause you harm.
âwhy would you be nervous? iâm right here.â he scolds you lightheartedly, not hesitating to seize the chance to hug you again. âi love you.â
âi love you more.â
you pull away after five seconds, and heâd be disappointed about you being too true to your words if you didnât kiss him on the cheek so ardently.
his heart almost jumps out of his chest when you gasp out of nowhere as if you just realized that you left the gas tank open at home. your eyes nearly pop out of their sockets.
âbam!â
oh, right. your child.
âmy brotherâs house!â he eases your mind.
you breathe out in relief, the heel of your palm pressing against the left side of your chest where your heart lives. âgood⊠i was worried. he was probably more scared because he didnât understand what was going on. i feel bad.â
you love bam so much; it makes him so happy. youâre so concerned about him even when youâre the one on the hospital bed. you make pretty good parents, huh?
âthatâs right. he was worried about you, too. thatâs why you need to recover quickly so he wonât be sad!â
â
the doctor kindly asked jungkook to give the two of you some time alone, so heâs been idly sitting at the lobby after buying a bottle of water. heâs pretty much used to visiting the hospital for routine checkups considering the nature of his job, but it always feels strange to be here for the other different purposes of the place.
is there any other building sadder than this?
if you heard him utter this question, he could easily predict what youâd say: but is there any other building with more love?
if he tries hard enough, he could listen to your voice and paint you in his mind.
you see love in every place that you step foot into.
his curious eyes continue to wander around. he spots people carrying flowers, baskets, and containers of food. thereâs also a teenage boy in his high school uniform, carrying a teddy bear larger than him.
not that he wants you to stay longer, but if you have to, he writes down a mental note to bring one of your favorite plushies.
he eventually gets tired; considers scrolling on his phone again, but he decides against it when his gaze lands on a little boy sleeping soundly on his motherâs lap. suddenly, he is reminded of his childhood before he moved to seoul.
how simple life can be when youâre innocently sleeping on your motherâs lap, trusting that everything will be alright.
âah, i miss my momâŠâ he utters absentmindedly. âi miss my mom so much. i should call her.â
his reminiscing is interrupted when a wheelchair rolls by infront of him. it is leisurely being pushed by an old man who wants to bring his wife outside for some fresh air.
in a parallel universe somewhere, jungkook can imagine them as you and him.
he sits up straight, looking back at the clock on the wall.
how long has it been? he wants to be by your side again.
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âjungkook!â your face lights up as soon as your boyfriend steps into the room. âwhat took you so long?â
âi know. sorry, baby. i got a little distracted outside.â
âiâve been waiting.â you pout. âwhy? were people bothering you?â
ânot at all. donât worry.â
you pat the empty space beside you. âhere.â
âi think the bed is meant for only one person- damn, okay, okay-â
he swiftly gives in upon seeing the hurt on your face, occupying the space you reserved for him. âi love you. donât be sad.â
youâre aching too much to wait for him to get settled. you wrap your arms around his waist like youâre a magnet attracted to steel, clinging to him for comfort.
if youâre being honest, you donât know how you feel about being in this situation. overwhelmed? maybe a tiny bit relieved. in the past, it didnât matter whether you were sick or not. you needed to work or else it was guaranteed that you wouldnât survive. life is easier now. you have the luxury to use this as a reason to take a break. you have someone who takes care of you as naturally as he breathes.
âhow was the doctor?â
âsheâs nice⊠she just asked me about the things i remember before i passed out. then about my work, diet, sleeping schedule⊠stuff like that.â
you pull away a little, just enough so you can see each otherâs face. you squint at him suspiciously. âdid you have to get an expensive room?â
he chuckles. âhow did you know? they didnât tell you that, did they?â
âi literally have the perfect view of the fountain from here!â you point at the large window behind you. âi just passed out. i wouldâve been fine downstairs.â
âdonât say it like that. it couldâve been so much worse.â he says with knitted eyebrows, palm cupping the back of your head and caressing softly.
he heaves a sigh.
âi was so scared that you injured your head. seriously, i thought iâd go insane if i lost you! i went past the speed limit driving you here!â
the distress he was under is apparent. you canât help but to be racked with the guilt. you always do this, making him worry himself to death. you donât usually do it purpose, and that only makes you feel shittier.
âyouâre right. iâm sorry.â
âwell, iâŠâ he sighs. âitâs okay. i know you didnât want this either. itâs not your fault.â
you press your lips into a thin line. âit kind of is.â
your lost eyes meet, and a connection is established like itâs a constellation sending a secret message. your heart flutters when he giggles, dimples and starry eyes and crinkled corners.
âstop it. itâs impossible to scold you when youâre so cute and self-aware.â
âthen donât scold me.â you sniffle sadly to kindle pity in him. âiâve had enough of it from the doctor.â
your brain still works well enough to help you escape from trouble. thatâs a good sign, right?
âmy poor baby.â he coos, cradling your cheeks.
his hands are warm. you put yours over them; a wordless signal telling him you donât want him to go away.
âletâs not get hurt again, please. we need to stay healthy and take good care of ourselves so this wonât happen again, alright?â
you nod in obedience. your eyes are fixed on him but youâre not certain if youâre registering what heâs telling you in your pitiful, shaken brain.
âthe hospital already did me many favors. if we go back, i might have to build them another fountain as a gift.â
and knowing jungkook, with his golden heart and his black card, jokes become half-meant.
âwhat do they need that for?!â
he bursts out laughing, yet again, after you chide at him for his ridiculous and unnecessary expenses.
ânothing, iâm just grateful! i was really so scared but iâm relieved now thanks to them. i canât remember the last time i felt that way.â
âyouâre not scared of a lot of things.â you point out.
âthatâs right.â he agrees. âonly you scare me these days.â
you grimace. âam i scary?â
âyou are, sometimes.â he laughs, squishing your cheeks together. âbut i mean the things that could hurt you.â
as if on cue, your stomach grumbles and bellows like a monster stuck in an empty cave. your eyes grow twice its size in bewilderment, which then morphs into embarrassment.
âmy stomach hurts.â you say quietly.
your nostrils flare as jungkook miserably fails to hold back his laughter. one of his hands leave your face, rubbing your tummy over the thin hospital gown.
âoh no, what are we going to do? where does it hurt? here?â he pouts. âshould we go feed you now to make it go away?â
âwhat is wrong with you?â you slap his shoulder in annoyance. âiâm not a baby!â
âyah, be careful!â he yells, wincing as if he is the one in pain. âbe gentle with the one with the iv!â
â
âyou know one good thing that came out of this?â you gush out of nowhere.
youâre mixing up the ingredients of your bibimbap bowl with a spoon and a pair of chopsticks.
jungkook noisily drinks the final sips of his banana milk. afterwards, he makes a game out of shooting the box in the trash bin.
âwhat could that be?â he asks, doubtful.
he sits on the chair beside your bed. you greet him with a delighted grin, licking your thumb stained with gochujang.
âyou proved your love. you committed a crime for me.â
he gasps to humor you, body freezing as if heâs currently processing the newly-learned information in his brain.
âoh? youâre right- i did! and you know what? iâd do it again!â
with a mouthful of rice, you shake your head in disagreement furiously. âyouâre cute. but thatâs the first and last.â
âbut how are you sure that itâs the first?â he raises an eyebrow quizically.
silly enough, you envy him for being able to do so.
you hum in thought. âi guess youâve stolen a few things for me, too.â
âfew? you mean a loooot?â
âyouâre the one who brings home food and random things.â you roll your eyes. âi never ask you to.â
âyou told me you wanted the service bell!â
you feel yourself become flushed with sheepishness. heâs not lying. youâve always found the object fascinating as a child, so you couldnât help but to tell him to sneakily take one home after filming a competitive run bts episode.
did you have a silly phase where you and jungkook used it to summon each other just to laugh together about it?
perhaps.
âwell, youâre rich. you couldâve bought me one instead.â
âbut it was already there.â he reasons with a wide grin, gesturing infront of him. âi wanted to give it to my lover right away.â
his lover?
jungkook has successfully replaced your frown with an enamored smile.
âi made your heart flutter just now, didnât i?â
a hospital stay has never felt this comfortableâ not terrifying. you have stitches on your face and to add to that, this hospital gown feels super unflattering. somehow, your boyfriendâs loving gaze remains steady and you are melting.
âshut up,â you mutter, flustered, handing him the pair of chopsticks. âplease eat with me. i canât finish this on my own.â
â
âwhy would you let them put the needle in my dominant hand?â
you stomp your feet on the ground as jungkook squeezes some toothpaste onto a newly-bought toothbrush.
âiâm sorry! i was too stressed out so i just pointed! i think i got confused with- with left and right.â
you didnât realize this while you were eating; that you were unconsciously holding the spoon with your non-dominant hand because the other felt uncomfortable. maybe because it was a simple task, scooping food and bringing it to your mouth. brushing your teeth, on the other hand⊠can be quite an arm workout.
âeeeee!â
he shows his complete set of teeth, urging you to do the same. you stare at him blankly.
âeeeee!â he repeats with heightened enthusiasm.
left with no other choiceâ you copy his awkward smile.
âthere we go!â he praises you with an over-enthusiastic beam.
he carries on to brush your teeth, gingerly holding your chin to keep you steady as he does his job.
this is the first time jungkook is doing this for you. today is definitely not one of your finest moments. it feels a bit silly to be in this situation, and you feel bad for putting your boyfriend in this position in the first place. you can see that heâs trying his bestâunnecessarily focusedâand that he loves you, but you just hate giving him a hard time.
with a soft smile, he wipes the bubbles that overflowed past your lips.
âokay, spit.â
you spit out more of the bubbles on the sink. you assume that heâs finished, except heâs making another vowel sound for you to mimic the mouth shape of.
âahhhh-â
âthis is embarrassing!â
âbaby, really? this is where you draw the line?â he playfully squeezes your cheeks together. âitâs almost over! ahhhh!â
and you let him do this thing, but not without a glare that is masking the embarrassing truth: you might be enjoying this more than you care to admit.
âsee? was that so bad?â
as he tenderly pats your face dry in the aftermath, he says: âiâm sorry. bear with it a little more. let me take care of you so youâll be healthy again.â and you feel every ounce of his sincerity pierce through the barriers surrounding your soul.
âstop itâŠâ your voice suddenly comes out broken.
you want to put all the blame on your period for the tears that are now brimming your eyes, but jungkook is your biggest weakness of all and that is an explanation enough.
âwhy are you crying?â he panics. âwhat did i say?â
âitâs your fault.â
you break down into loud sobs, incapable of even keeping your eyes open. you never understood why we close our eyes when we cry, but right now, you know that you canât bear to witness his reaction.
âyouâre so sweet.â
the towel that was wiping the water from your mouth is now drying the tears from your stained cheeks.
âam i making you sad?â
you furiously shake your head. how could he say such a thing? he is the greatest joy of your life.
âno?â
âno!â
âokay, come here then.â
he wraps his arms around your trembling figure, caging you in the solace of his entire existence. a sense of calmness washes over your system, especially as he runs his hand across your back in gentle strokes. this isnât his goal though, it seems. you hear none of his quiet shushes beseeching you to stop breaking his heart. he hopes you let go of everything that has been weighing on you, but he has already eased all your pains by loving you.
âugh, i probably look horrible right now.â you force a chuckle to lighten up the mood, wiping your face with the back of your free hand. âi feel gross.â
âthatâs not true.â he gazes at you fondly, brushing your hair with his fingers. âitâs actually infuriating how you look so beautiful still.â
âi know. iâm nice to look at; thatâs why you tolerate my attitude.â you conclude in jest.
âyeah, sometimes.â he rides on the joke.
âwhatâŠ?â
âiâm joking!â he rushes to take it back with a laugh. âof course iâm joking!â
you pout. âare you really?â
âoh, come onnnn.â
he coaxes you with a kiss on the lipsâ a good morning kiss long overdue. youâve been spoiled rotten with affection; he knows you need more than one. he interrupts himself several times to kiss you.
âyou know iâll love you until our hair turns white and our skin all wrinkly.â
to be brutally honest, youâre not fond of imagining that far ahead. itâs daunting. you doubt your capability to age with grace. youâre horrified by the thought of having the majority of your life behind you. nostalgia has always been more bitter than sweet. but maybe this memory could be the sweetest of all, if jungkook truly stays by your side until then. in a cottage at the countryside like he said once, or a cabin by the ocean.
youâre both so young; so arrogant when it comes to making promises that are a shot in the dark. so fucking in love.
âme too.â you half-smile, scrunching your noseâ a telltale sign of your joy. ânow, get out. i really need to pee.â
his face becomes drained of blood. âbut youâre st-â
âi wonât lock the door this time.â you cup his cheek, looking at his eyes reassuringly. âwe donât need property damage added to the bill.â
â
âdid you not hurt yourself?â
âme?â
âyou broke down the door. thatâs not easy to do.â
you and jungkook make the best out of a bad deal. youâre squeezed together on the bed, browsing through television channels that seem to never end.
âit was easy because you were on the other side of it.â
that is what he claims confidently, but you are not fully convinced.
âwow, why do they have more channels than we do at home?â
âyou didnât answer my question.â you pout. âdid you hurt yourself?â
âi didnât hurt myself. iâm totally okay. i promise.â
he maintains eye-contact as he speaks. given the assurance, your tight chest unrestricts. jungkook is not a good liar. itâs a trait that causes him inconvenience every now and then, but it helps you to sleep soundly at night.
âshould we just watch funny animal videos on youtube?â
âi guess thatâs fine.â
it doesnât show but you feel excitement run in your veins aside from the iv fluids that feel peculiarly cold.
from under your cheek, his chest vibrates with a giggle. âokay, hold on.â
as he pulls up the application, you tangle your legs together beneath the thin blanket. you hear the rapid tap tap tap of the remote control navigating the keypad while he types on the search bar, but your attention is someplace else. youâve found the crook of his neck to sneak into, lazily kissing every inch of his exposed skin. your lips eventually trail up to his jaw. he smells so nice. youâre addicted.
âbaby, someone can enter any minute.â
âiâm not doing anything.â you mumble.
you smile against his lips when he gives you a kiss as sweet as honey anyway.
âiâm curious about another thing.â
âwhatâs that?â
âdid you cry?â
he comes to a still. the answer to that question requires a little time and thought.
âalmostâŠâ
âwhy almost?â
âno time. i had to bring you here, of course.â he replies.
you huff a laugh, exhaling a twinge of melancholia. âdonât cry.â
âi wonât. iâm happy now because youâre awake and fighting with me.â
âow-â
your cry of pain is silenced when he squeezes you in an embrace that makes it nearly impossible to breathe.
âred panda!â
a squeal assaults both of your hearing as soon as your eyes land on the wide screen infront of the bed.
âi want one so fucking bad.â
the enunciated curse makes your boyfriend crack up in amusement. âthat much?!â
â
jungkook opens his eyes to a nurse lightly nudging him awake.
âiâm sorry, i had to wake you up. i need to check vitals and draw blood.â
âshit, iâm sorry.â he panics.
his brain is foggy from the nap, but he still carefully sits up on the bed, wary of the iv line connected to your hand.
âi⊠was tired and i fell asleep.â
âitâs no problem; donât worry.â
she smiles at him, but he doesnât see it.
âyou look adorable sleeping.â
âah, really?â he awkwardly responds, absentminded. âitâs embarrassing.â
he stands on your side, about to disturb your peaceful rest much as it makes his heart ache with guilt, but youâre already stirring due to the absence of his warmth.
your heavy eyelids blink at the nurse in curiosity. âoh⊠do you need my blood?â
âyes, but iâll take your blood pressure and temperature first.â
âokay,â you mumble, offering your arm. âit might be higher now because iâm scared.â
she chuckles at your joke. jungkook tries to share an endeared look with her and non-verbally communicate adorable, right?
âi promise iâll be quick. although we definitely want it to be higher than earlierâs.â
you wince as the cuff around your upper arm goes as tight as it could, and you sigh at the same time that it begins to deflate.
âgood, good, good,â she chants with a mumble. âitâs back in the normal range againâŠâ
she brings out a digital thermometer from her pocket.
âyou know where this goes.â
she hands it over to you, and you awkwardly place it in your armpit, holding it in place. itâs quiet as you wait for the device to make the beeping sound, except for her pen creating friction with your chart as she takes down notes.
âhowâs your stitches? do you feel any discomfort?â
âitâs fine. thank you.â
not long after, you hear the beep. you return the thermometer to her, but not before taking a peak at the numbers displayed on the tiny screen. 36.8°C. you think youâll live.
âiâll draw your blood now.â
the nurseâs voice is sweet and reassuring, but it doesnât quite ease the nervousness evident on your expression. your pupils shake as you watch her disinfect the area, and then comes out the long needle.
another one, jungkook laments inside.
â____, iâm right here.â
you crane your head, whimpering out his name. âjungkook,â
âit will be just a pinch. iâm inserting the needle now, alright?â
you take a sharp inhale.
if only he could switch positions with you, he would do it in a heartbeat. unfortunately, all he can do is caress your hair and whisper that it will be over soon.
âit hurts.â your damp eyelashes flutter, face twisting in discomfort. âi donât like it.â
really, just a pinch? obviously a lie.
âhey, baby. look at the tv.â
the autoplay was left turned on after you fell asleep together. inside the screen is a puppy rolling around a snow-covered lawn. the wagging of its tail, the wide smile, and the pupils as big as boba balls: they all scream the happiness of an innocent.
âitâs so cute⊠i miss bam already. can we go to a dog park again?â
âof course!â
that promise sparks your smile. you turn to your side, and jungkook also catches a glimpse of the cotton taped to where you were poked.
âall done. you can go back to resting.â
âthank you. will you need to take blood again?â you inquire at the nurse.
âhm, probably. it depends on the doctor based on the results we get from this one.â
âcanât you just do it while iâm asleep? or is that not allowed?â
âbabyâŠâ jungkook snorts, hiding his face behind the palm of his hands.
the nurse laughs at your desperate suggestion. âthat is honestly not a rare request, but the thing is⊠you might wake up in the middle of it and injure yourself. we canât do that.â
âthat wonât be a problem!â you passionately argue your case. âiâm a deep sleeper. seriously!â
âah, thank you so much for your hard work!âjungkook intervenes, bowing to the nurse out of respect and gratitude. âiâm sure youâre busy. i will handle this!â
âoh yes, yes- thank you. please donât forget the medicine for after dinner.â
âi wonât!â
âif you need anything, you know where to find me again.â
âyes,â he nods, chuckling. âthank you.â
âthen i should leaveâŠ? but youâll see me again later! bye!â
the door shuts, and his attention lands on your unimpressed form: a blank stare and arms folded infront of your chest.
uh-oh.
âdid she seriously wink while saying that?â
âwhat?â he freezes, genuinely clueless. âi donât know. i didnât see anything. i was looking at you.â
âiâm right here- iâm the patient. why would you need anything from her? huh? why is she so excited to see you again?â you ramble angrily.
âright?!â
he climbs on the bed, reclaiming his spot next to you.
âthat was weird.â
âwhat if she made it hurt on purpose? thatâŠâ you frown, glancing at your arm. âthat didnât really feel like a pinch to me.â
âey, calm down. she wouldnât.â he makes a doubtful face, laughing off the accusation. ââŠi donât think so?â
you blink, exhaling in disbelief. âare you taking her side now?â
âof course not! baby, iâm just saying⊠a professional wonât do that.â
âwhy not? sheâs still human. humans do stupid things when they like someone. she obviously likes you.â
âand so what?â
he grins with a spark of mischief, leaving an inch of a distance between your lips.
âiâm obviously yours.â
but you turn your cheek and your eyes fall on your lap, a pout highlighting your downcast mood.
âitâs so annoying.â
the regret sinks in after. he shouldâve stuck to the golden rule: agree with everything that you say. thereâs no point in having an argument no one will win. does it matter whoâs right and wrong if each otherâs sadness is contagious in addition to their own? your gut has almost always been right, and heâs old enough to be conscious of not allowing a stranger to put a dent on your relationship.
âare you serious? are you uncomfortable?â he tilts his head to try and get a better look at your face. âshould i request for a different nurse?â
itâs quiet for a beat and he feels inclined to fill the silence with whatever enters his mind.
âi love you.â
almost immediately, your features soften and he knows your heart is also melting. the two of you bite the inside of your cheeks to hide a smile.
âno, thereâs no need for that.â
but he still canât help but to be worried. your peace of mind is his top priority. he doesnât want you to be more stressed out, especially by things that he has the power to solve.
âare you sure?â
âshe pissed me off. i need to piss her off too.â
of course, his ever stubborn and competitive lover. he sits up properly, amused and curious.
âand how will you do that?â
âi donât know,â you nonchalantly shrug. âiâll come up with something.â
â
âcome up with what?â
to your surprise, a voice you havenât heard in weeks echoes from the door.
âmomâŠ?â
youâre stunned after only hearing yourself react to jungkookâs motherâs unexpected entrance. your head whips to his direction; your eyes wordlessly interrogating him.
âi need to go to work so i called her to watch over you.â he explains.
âwhy would you do that?â you argue with him as quietly as possible, lips barely moving as you try to hide your face from your mother-in-law. again, not one of your finest moments. âyou didnât have to. i can take care of myself.â
âbut you donât have to because you have us.â
jungkook marks the conversation finished with a kiss pressed to your temple, leaving you dumbfounded. he jumps off the bed and for a split second, you make eye-contact with his mother before he towered over her for a quick hug.
her kind smile is embroidered in your memory; a memory that wraps your heart in a type of warmth only a mother can provide.
âmom! iâm sorry. i really, really, really need to leave now. but! iâll try to come back early so you can go home early too.â
âaigoo, stop stressing yourself out.â
jungkook receives a slap on the back, somehow more loving can scolding.
âi can stay the night so do what you need to do. you donât have to worry.â
âitâs not only because iâm worried!â
she sassily puts a hand over her waist. it takes everything in you not to laugh out loud.
âthen what else?â
âmom! what else?â he cheekily smiles. âof course iâll miss ____ too much.â
did your boyfriend just� to his mother? your jaw becomes slack from the shame.
âi missed ____ too!â she contests. âgo to work and give us our alone time.â
you shyly smile when she transfers her attention from her son to you.
âhello, my baby. are you hungry?â
â
âdoes my son feed you well?â
âhe does! but itâs funny- other mothers ask the opposite. are you feeding my son well? do you make sure heâs comfortable?â
you think out loud, transfixed on how she peels oranges with ease. your hands would always be stained by the juices, (and eyes red and teary from accidental splashes) (itâs too embarrassing to even think about) but hers are still magically clean.
âis that so?â
you graciously accept the slice she feeds you. she laughs when your face lights up like a christmas tree one more time. itâs way sweeter than you anticipated. you canât get over how delicious it is.
âmhmm!â
perhaps you relied too much on dramas when it came to your expectations of what a relationship with your in-laws would look like. you imagined yourself running around like a dog trying to prove yourself worthy of their son, yet for some reason, it looks like they adore you for simply existing. it makes you feel extremely grateful, but you donât understand.
âmom, i have a question⊠i know itâs probably too late to ask this now, butâŠâ
âwhat could that be?â
âare you really not against me and jungkook living together?â you swallow your fear of the possibility of an unpleasant truth. âare you not⊠worried⊠that iâm receiving too much from him?â
because you would understand the apprehension. as a parent, oneâs main concern would be their child. to outside eyes, itâs easy to come to the conclusion that jungkook is being taken advantage of and heâd be better off dating someone with the same status. sometimes you wish you were that someone too.
she utters your name sadly.
âhe receives happiness and love from you. those are the most valuable things you could give to a person.â
she caresses your hair like she wants to erase the anxiety poisoning your mind.
âmy dear, how come youâre worried about that until now? havenât we told you? youâre part of the family. forget about my sister! i donât welcome her negativity in our house!â
âliving together is different. itâs a big deal. it normally happens in a relationship afterâŠâ the following words feel foreign in your mouth; they come out quieter than the rest of your sentence. âgetting married.â
âthen tell me. why did you agree to live with him?â
because youâre selfish. because you want more time that you can have him all to yourself. because you want to be accessibleâ the first person he runs to when heâs seeking comfort and stability. because you want goodnight and good morning kisses. because you were afraid of the risks but youâve grown addicted to the thrill of love.
âhe said⊠no matter how hard i push him away, he will stay within my reach.â
you hear your own shaky breathing. that momentâ itâs still burned into your memory. youâre still holding on to it. itâs a promise he is yet to break and you pray that he never, ever does.
âi donât want to push him away. i want to be within his reach too.â
youâre two people loving each other with everything within your means. after the endless pains and the deafening noise, you like to think thatâs what makes this relationship worth fighting for.
âdoes my opinion still matter knowing that? will you let me stop you?â
âno, i wonât. iâd make you change your mind.â
if you had a machine connected to you, she would see how your heart rate has gone off the charts. but youâre known to say whateverâs on your mind and that, much to your dismay, isnât switched off despite sitting infront of the woman who birthed and raised the love of your life.
you sniffle, pursing your lips nervously. âbut i feel like there might be a right answer to that one.â
what you didnât expect was her to laugh until her belly hurts; placing a hand over her mouth in an effort to calm herself down and keep grace.
âmom! stop, iâm so embarrassed!â
âno, ____, donât get me wrong!â
she is teary-eyed as she gathers herself together.
âthe more time i spend with you, the more i realize why jungkook loves you so much. iâve seen him show incredible commitment twice. do you know that? first, when he went to seoul to become a singer. second, when he told us he got an apartment because he wants to be with you⊠of course, as his mother, iâll admit that heâs young when he made those decisions, but he always proves to me that heâs smart and responsible.â
the urge to cry returns and strengthens as she speaks. you feel your eyelashes become damp with unshed tears. you donât know how to act. you fiddle with your fingers. you stare at the strings and peels of the oranges you can still taste.
âi believe we both know jungkookâs personality well. he wouldnât have let me stop him either. iâm happy to know that youâll fight for him too.â
âthank youâŠâ
âtsk, tsk, tsk- what is there to cry about? jungkook will get angry at me if he discovers that i made you cry.â
she wipes away your tears; however, the unmistakable scent of oranges that has clung to her hands and the affection in her tone bring forth a waterfall.
âseeing this makes me sadder.â she laments, referring to the stitches on your face.
âme too,â you babble in the midst of quiet sobs. âit makes me sad. itâs so ugly.â
â
you canât remember the last time you felt this alone. perhaps itâs the effect of staying in an unfamiliar building of complete strangers. without your mobile phone, may you add. you managed to persuade jungkookâs mother to leave an hour ago because you didnât want her to sleep on the uncomfortable couch.
the lights are turned off except for the lamp beside your bed, and with the television muted, you could hear a hairpin drop.
youâre alone and you can do whatever you want.
you dragged the visitorâs chair infront of the window to admire the garden like itâs a painting in motion. you watched people converse, stroll, and drink coffee. you watched them run for shelter when the clouds became too heavy and the sky began to fall. oh, so thatâs why you couldnât see the stars.
at this moment, thereâs nothing left to amuse yourself with but the trembling of the leaves and the raindrops forming temporary rings when they fall in the water fountain.
your senses crave for more. you reach over and crack open the window, just enough to allow the sound of the rain and the scent of it permeating the earth to enter your room.
âthis is kind of peaceful.â you whisper, amazed by the new lightness carried by your heart.
you close your eyes and you breathe in the petrichor deeply. you want nature in your lungs as a reminder that youâre alive. you welcome the cold wind kissing your face. you can feel your hair touching your neck. you always do, but for once, youâre choosing to acknowledge it. your thumb slowly brushes across the palm of your hand, perceiving the texture of your skin, the softness, and the lines. and your feet, theyâre in the clouds, the fluffy slippers jungkookâs mother bought outside because she knows theyâre your favorite to wear.
youâve loved and despised this body for a million different reasons. your mind and heart have accepted defeat countless times, but your body wakes up to every brand new day without fail. your body implores you to live. did it finally give up on you today?
âbaby!â
you look behind to search for the source of the sound.
you get your answer from the kiss planted on your lips.
you only saw his face for a split second, but even if you had your eyes closed, youâd know it has to be jungkook kissing you.
you can smell him. youâve memorized the way the shape of his lips fits with yours.
oh, the sounds of his kisses too. you like to call them the butterfly call because they make butterflies appear in your stomach.
you could trace the scar on his cheek with your finger if you want to.
god, what a privilege it is to experience life in this vessel.
a knock on the door forces you to part too early. the same nurse from earlier enters and you internally scream all the curse words in your dictionary. jungkook acknowledges her with a bow and a quick âhelloâ before squatting down infront of you.
âi committed another crime for you today.â
âhuh?â
your wide, confused eyes take a glimpse at the nurse who is doing something with the controls of your iv line.
hahaha⊠she knows heâs not serious, right?
âwhat did you do?â
his smile is so big that his eyes have turned into little crescent moons. youâd make a guess but there is an infinite amount of things jungkook could possibly be this excited about.
âŠapparently, one of them would be strawberry cake.
you gape at the transparent box he was hiding behind his back all along.
âdid you steal somebodyâs birthday cake?!â
âitâs a producerâs birthday and he received lots of cakes, so he told me i can take one home.â
âhow is it stealing if he allowed you to take it?â
he tosses his backpack on the couch as he sets down the box on the table. he rummages through the bag his mother left behind, successfully bringing out a spoon. meanwhile, you get your blood pressure taken again.
as he opens the box, he sends a smirk your way.
âno. i hid the strawberry cake because thereâs so many who wanted to eat it.â
âare you crazy?!â
the nurse clicks her tongue. âdonât talk and stay still, please.â
âoh,â your hand flies to your mouth on instinct. âiâm sorry.â
âiâm sorry.â jungkook also apologizes.
you and your boyfriend secretly share a look, exchanging a smile that is stifled laughter inside. your lips remain zipped as the nurse restarts the process of taking your blood pressure. on the other hand, jungkook eats a spoonful of cake, teasingly wiggling his eyebrows at you. you roll your eyes and he tries harder to laugh without a sound.
seconds later, he grumbles about the room being too warm. he wipes the beads of sweat on his forehead using the back of his hand, and he does the worst thing he could possibly do at this moment. he reaches for his back, pulling his sweater over his head. naturally, his inner shirt rides up and allows wandering eyes a peak at his glorious toned abdomen.
passed out in the shower. busted your eyebrow open. front-row seat for a woman flirting and ogling at your boyfriend.
how fucking great.
âhello? i think itâs done.â you snap.
âa-ah, yes.â
you hear her swallow as she removes the cuff from your arm. she may be wearing a mask but sheâs hot and red all the way to her ears. youâve only read about it in books. you didnât even believe this could happen in real life until now.
âi will check your temperature too.â
âgo on.â
you repeat the same process from hours earlier, drumming your fingers on your thigh as you wait for the beep.
âyah, why is the window open? youâll catch a cold.â
jungkook, yet again, steals the attention of every person in the room when he rises to his feet. his shadow casts over you as he closes the window.
âi wanted to smell the rain.â
âis the room getting too stuffy for you?â
you shrug. âi just wanted to smell the rain.â
you feel the nurseâs stare. you offer her a smile and her nameplate briefly gets caught by your vision. kang ji-woo.
âji-woo; thatâs a pretty name.â you pay her a sincere compliment. âitâs healing, donât you think?â
âyes? uh-uhm, y-yesâŠâ she replies, unsure and confused by the sudden small talk. âactually, itâs been linked to a reduction in stress and anxiety levels.â
âthank you! babe, did you hear that?â
âuhuh, think about my stress and anxiety levels.â he leans against the window with his arms crossed, raising an eyebrow at you.
so now heâs flexing his arm muscles. cool, cool, cool. you know heâs not doing it on purpose and his entire existence is just naturally hot and itâs infuriating.
âiâve been worried sick about you all day.â
his statement makes you frown for a new reason. at the same moment, the thermometer beeps.
âcould you please tell him that iâm fine?â
â37.3, uhhh- thatâs slightly above normal. how do you feel? does your head hurt? are you cold?â
âi feel fine though?â
âokay. please take a lot of rest and stay warmâŠâ her gaze lingers at jungkook who is blocking the window. âkeep the window closed. hopefully it wonât be higher when i check again later.â
seriously?! you could cry. you want to go home where itâs comfortable. where itâs only you and jungkook and bam.
but you bet somebody would be happy if you had to stay longer.
âiâll look after ____.â your boyfriend sighs, pulling out a jacket from his backpack.
âyou shouldnât have kissed me. what if you get sick?â
your blatantness causes the nurse to pause in updating your chart. she awkwardly clears her throat. âyeah⊠that⊠that isnât currently advisable.â
âiâm sorry. iâll control myself.â
you earn a glare from jungkook, then he fakes a smile which you gladly return.
âbefore you go, may i request for a new blanket? sorry, i spilled something earlier.â
âsure thing! iâll come back with that right away.â
â
âshe seemed happy to leave.â jungkook remarks. âi canât tell if you were actually being nice or being passive aggressive.â
you smile innocently, taking a bite off the strawberry you stole from the top of the cake. âiâm a fucking angel.â
damn it, why is he suddenly turned on?
were you serious about the no kiss rule?
âwould you rather i be the type to pull their hair?â
he shakes his head with a laugh. âbut you did slap someone once.â
âyou want to see me that furious again?â
ânever in my wildest dreams.â
he kisses the top of your head, producing an exaggerated âmmmwah!â sound that makes you giggle happily.
âhere, have some more cake.â
he offers you a spoonful of cake.
no, itâs bigger.
as a matter of fact, the piece could probably pass off as a cupcake.
you gawk at it as if youâre figuring out the logistics of putting it in your mouth. his heart does a flip when you tilt your head and do your best to take in the whole thing. however, in the middle of it, you decide that you canât, and you end up biting it off a little more than halfway.
oh my god, he loves you. he loves you. youâre so fucking cute.
your cheeks are full as you struggle to chew. you cover your mouth with your hand but they donât touch. youâre so elegant in your ways and sometimes he wonders how youâre still attracted to him after he acts stupid.
also, plain white nails? thatâs new. you always want colors.
âyour nails look pretty.â
he is so focused on you that he fails to take notice of another presence occupying the room.
âyour mom did them for me.â
âi figured. she wants to do mother-daughter things with you.â
the short break of silence speaks volumes. you look at him, blinking with eyes hinting at a type of joy youâre lost on how to express.
âdid you choose white?â
âno. we were watching a drama and it was the coupleâs wedding.â
oh, that makes total sense.
âlet me guess,â he trails off with a half-embarrassed, half-entertained smile. âshe asked when we will get married?â
âwhy would she ask me that? how would i know?â you scoff.
his heart starts at a thousand miles per hour. fuck, are you hinting at him? are you messing with his feelings again? with you, he always needs to remind himself to be rational.
âi need more time to prove to you that iâm husband material.â
âwhat? stop it. i donât care. i donât need a ring.â
your unpredictableness pushes him to the edge of his seat.
âdonât pressure yourself. you already treat me way better than most husbands do their wives.â
the pride painted on your face is unmistakable. he feels his heart swelling in his chest. has he been doing a better job than he originally thought? after what happened today, he was terrified that he hasnât been paying enough attention to you.
âiâm so happy with what we have.â
you offer him a delicate smile before eating the rest of the cake that was left on the spoon. he swears thereâs a glowing halo above your head.
could your temperature have magically dropped in the past five minutes? would you kill him if he kissed you right now?
âis there anything else i could assist you with?â
and then he is rudely snapped out of his hopeless adoration and daydreaming.
âthatâs all! thank you for your hard work!â you chirp.
he turns to the nurse with a lovesick grin.
âplease come to our wedding.â
the unforeseen wedding invitation earns him a slap on the chest. he clutches the affected area, wincing in pain.
he hears you mutter. âdonât invite strangers to our wedding.â
the irritated glare he predicted to face isnât there. rather, youâre wearing the flustered smile he only sees when he knows that he did something to make you fall for him all over again.
before ji-woo left, she tried to subtly reject the invitation by jokingly saying that sheâd die to go, but most probably, sheâd have to work that day. you know⊠being an overworked hospital employee and all. you caught her glancing at you with bitterness failed to be guised as indifference. you get it. youâd hate it if another person was in your place. frankly speaking, you could be miles pettier.
your boyfriend wipes the corner of your lips, thoughtless as he licks off the cake frosting from his thumb.
damn it, you wish she was also here for that.
âyou havenât stopped smiling.â
âyou love me and you never let me forget that.â
you give an answer despite the lack of a question mark.
you just made his world stop spinning on its axis and youâre not even aware.
jungkook knows the heavenly feeling of knowing that he is loved, but he has never deeply considered the joy and relief when the person he loves believes that he loves them.
âiâm so lucky. i love you.â
you push yourself up to plant a kiss on his forehead. itâs a rarity he treasures and keeps.
âi love you too.â
he cries infront of you.
almost.
he excuses himself to the bathroom and cries in there a little.
youâre so easy to loveâ thatâs why it makes him want to do difficult things for you. like commit more crimes?
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When They Call You Clingy So You Distance Yourself PT. 3 | Hyungline
Warnings: Cursing, Mentions of Suicide
Pt1, Pt2 Maknaeline
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BANGCHAN|
You ran your fingers through your hair as you walked up to your front door.
The past week had already been stressful enough. After arriving at the airport, you realized that somewhere between you getting off the plane and getting to your parents' car your phone had fallen out of your pocket. You had to attend a funeral, your flight home had been pushed back by a day, and you still had a shit ton to do before you moved. Not to mention it ate at you the entire week that you were gone all you could think about was the argument you and Chris had.
Overall you felt absolutely shitty and you just wanted to crash.
You unlocked your door and slipped your shoes off and walked into the kitchen and set your purse down. You had left your luggage in the foyer, and were contemplating how nasty it would be just to leave your things in there until you unpacked at your new place.
You made your way into your room and flicked on your light and gave out a quiet yelp when you noticed someone in your bed.
Your heart slowed slightly when you realized that it was Christopher in your bed, hugging the bear he bought you in Europe when he was on tour.
He was curled in a fetal position, and knowing his nature, you knew he must have been staying in your room the entire week you were gone.
Your heartbeat sped up as you walked over to him, knowing what confrontation awaited.
He whimpered quietly in his sleep. Sadly.
"Christopher." You whispered, shaking his shoulder slightly. He whimpered again and you could swear you heard him say your name.
He must be having a nightmare.
"Baby." You said shaking him awake, harder this time.
Chris startled awake and looked at you. He stared for a moment as if you weren't real.
"Y-Y/N?" He asked quietly.
"Hey-"
His chest collided with yours as he pulled you into an embrace, and you immediately felt his tears wet your shoulder.
"I-I'm s-sorry b-babe. I didn't m-mean any of it- I didn't pl-please d-don't l-leave me. I'll do any-anything. I'll qui-quit wo-working so I won-won't be stressed an-anymore. A-Anything I-I mean it-"
"Love, shhh. I'm not leaving you." You said as you stroked his hair. It felt gross, and he smelled a little stale, and he looked worn out overall. You could tell that he probably hadn't moved much all this week.
"Did you really stay in my bed waiting for me to come back?" You asked quietly. He let out a whine into your shoulder refusing to let you go.
"Chris, I promise I'm not leaving you."
"But the boxes..."
You chuckled and stroked his hair again. "I'm moving, yes. But not away from you. The neighborhood I live in isn't the safest, and I figured you would like it better if I moved closer to the dorms, so you didn't have to travel as far in the opposite direction of your home." Chris still held onto you, and you could feel the downturn of his lips pressed into your shoulder like a soft kiss.
"You didn't answer my calls...I thought you broke up with me..."
You sighed and pushed him away from you slightly and you could see his heart sink a little until you kissed the edge of his lips, his slight stubble exfoliating your own.
"While I will admit, what you said wasn't very kind of you...I know that isn't you." You murmured, caressing his cheek. His brown eyes were wide and sad but filled with hope. "I understand you were stressed, and I understand I can be clingy at times, but that's only because I have so much love and affection for you, I have to get it out in a physical way. Or else I might actually explode." You giggle as you pinch his cheek.
His eyes widen slightly, and he opens his mouth to speak but you press your finger to his lips.
"Let me finish. I didn't answer your calls because I lost my phone at the airport when I went home. My cousin's spouse took her life so I went to go attend the funeral. I wasn't informed until a few days before, so I went to the studio to tell you I was leaving." You let out a breath. "I also wanted to ask you while I was there is you could help me finish packing since I have to be moved out in two days."
Chris looked at you. "I'm sorry for your loss, baby. I'm also so-"
"Shhhhhh." You said placing a quick yet super soft kiss on his lips. "Thank you for your condolences. But don't apologize for snapping at me Chris. I already forgave you the minute you did it."
His bottom lip trembled, and he started to cry, little hiccups coming through as he still apologized, even though you knew he meant it when you said he didn't. He repeatedly apologized.
"You're too good for me." He said once he calmed down, his quiet sniffles and hiccups infrequent.
"And you're too handsome for me." You said as you kissed the tip of his nose.
"You're beautiful though. Way more than me." He said staring holes into you. "When we get married and have kids I want them to look exactly like you."
You laughed and shook your head. "They need your smile though, which I have yet seen you give since I arrived." Your voice held mock sternness as you tried to look serious but ended up letting out a loud chuckle.
He was finally able to give you and actual smile, and his adorable little giggle finally peeked through. You poked your pinkie in his dimple and he giggled again.
You ruffled his hair once and then made a face.
"You need to go shower, love." You said your nose wrinkling.
He pouted and wrapped his hands around you, laying his head on your stomach. "Mmmm, just a couple more minutes. Let me hold you."
You sighed, a smile on your face as you looked down at the boy you knew you would spend the rest of your life with. You scratched his head affectionately.
"Who is the clingy one now?"
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MINHO|
"Y/N!" Minho had been running around for almost an hour. His voice was hoarse and the wind was biting at him through his coat as he ran. Knowing your stubborn ass you had probably only left the hotel in a thin jacket, with one or two layers at most.
He took a second to catch his breath and looked around. "Y/N!"
He was about to start off in a different direction when his phone buzzed in his pocket.
"Did you find her?" Minho asked when he picked up a call from Jisung. All the members of both Stray Kids and TWICE were looking for you.
"Sort of? She asked me to go pick her up from in front of the Louvre - she said she lost track of time but she's too scared to-"
Minho started running again. "Thank you! I'll call you when I have her-" He hung up and felt his legs move faster than he thought was humanly possible.
Please God...Universe...whoever please just please let her be okay.
He arrived and he looked around for you. When he didn't see you he started to panic until he noticed your figure swamped in one of is hoodies hunched over on a bench dozing off.
"Y/N!"
You perked your head up and saw your boyfriend running towards you, his long coat nearly flying off his shoulders.
He stopped in front of you and you braced yourself for him to start yelling at you after he caught his breath.
But instead of yelling at you his pants turned into desperate weeps.
"Minho-"
He fell down on his knees and you quickly joined him on the ground.
"You-you scared me I tho-thought..." He couldn't even look at you.
"I'm sorry Minho, I didn't mean to...I..." Your voice was wobbly. You hadn't ever seen Minho cry before in the entire time you had been together. You didn't know how to comfort him, or what to say to get his cries to stop.
It made you want to cry how vulnerable he sounded. How weak and broken.
"Its not safe here. Anywhere. Thats why I was so scared." He whispered looking up at you, his eyes rimmed red. "One of the girls said they couldn't find you and I panicked. I've been running around for almost three hours."
You felt a pang of guilt strike you in your heart.
"I-I'm so-sorry..." You began to tear up as the pain of being mad at Minho seemed to hit you like a ton of bricks. You missed your boyfriend. "I'm sorry for being clingy too. I thought you wanted to be alone so I hung out with the girls...but I felt like maybe they'd think I was clingy too so I thought I would just spend today alone-"
"Y/N stop. First off the girls will never and I mean never find you clingy." He wiped his face and chuckled, a small smile forming on his face. "We were in a meeting last week and they were playing rock paper scissors over who gets to marry you. I told them that you were mine and Tzuyu said 'did you guys hear something?'"
He licked his lips and took a breath. "Secondly you don't need to apologize, Jagiya...all of this...this was my fault. I shouldn't have called you clingy. Because your clinginess...its something I love. Adore even. You know how to respect boundaries when needed as well. But it's obvious I have work to do on that, because I crossed a line I never should have crossed. So I am so, so, sorry Y/N. I'm sorry that I can't manage my frustrations in a way that won't hurt you. And I'm sorry that I'm horrible at communicating. I'm sorry that I say things that never should come out of my mouth."
You look at your boyfriend and the sincerity in the words his is saying. You swallow as he continues.
"I'm sorry that I cause more trouble than it's worth sometimes. That I make things a little more stressful than they need to be as well. I'm sorry that I can't express my love in the way you need either." He takes a shaky breath and he looks at you; your hear thumping in your chest at his apology.
"I love you. I love you. So much, Y/N. But I struggle to express that love and affection properly...which isn't fair to you." He lets go of your hand and you instinctively reach out for the warmth of it again. He lifts up one of his knees from the ground.
"So please be patient with me. Be patient with me so you understand the depth of my love for you. It is going to take a long time...if I had to guess..."
He pulled out a navy blue velvet box from his coat pocket. You watched as he opened it and a dainty but elegant ring was placed in there.
"It will the take the rest of my life to be able to show you." His voice trailed off and he trailed his eyes up to yours as he waited for you to say something...anything.
"I love you Y/N L/N."
You shook your head. Minho felt his heart start to shatter until you giggled and wiped away your tears.
"You idiot, it's Lee. Not L/N. Lee." You held your hand out and Minho slid the ring on your finger, his own trembling.
"I'm sorry I ruined your elaborate proposal."
Minho cocked his head as he helped you up, pulling you as close as humanly possible to his side so he could wrap you up in his coat as well.
"How did you know about that?"
"Jisung told me when I called him earlier..."
Minho chuckled as you guys walked along.
"Thats why we should probably wait to tell him about our engagement." You admired your ring with a bright smile.
Minho shook his head. "I'm gonna tell him when we get back. Because I want the world to know."
You looked at each other and immediately bursted out laughing because you both had the same thought.
"And that will be the quickest way for them to know."
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CHANGBIN|
Changbin had sped past three red lights to get here.
He would not lose you. He couldn't. The past couple of weeks had been grueling for him.
Your presence was something he was missing in his life. And that furthermore showed him how much he needed you.
How desperate he was to keep you.
He pulled into the lot illegally and ran into the small coffee shop. All the memories he had with you flooded his mind, since this was you and his favorite coffee shop. He had just been so busy that you guys never had time to come here anymore. It was more than half an hour away from your house and his dorm. And even further from the studio.
He scanned the small area and almost immediately pinpointed you with another person. A guy.
He was in a nice outfit as well. Very clean and put together. Lean and tall.
He watched as you both got up and hugged each other and watched as you smiled brightly at the guy and laughed at something he said.
"Alright I'll see you Wednes-"
"No! You will not see her Wednesday!" Changbin said as he pulled you from the guys embrace. "Listen, I don't know who you think you are but I'm her boyfriend! And she hasn't properly broken up with me yet so you can't have her! And if even if she did I wouldn't allow it!" He stared the guy down. Or rather up.
Damn he's even taller than he looked.
"Y/N-ie did you not tell-"
"I'm the only one who can call her that! Well...me and the guys but you're not the guys so you can't." Changbin mumbled angrily like a frustrated toddler.
"Changbin! Quit being such a fucking dumbass!" You said smacking him above the head lightly. You turn to guy and apologize profusely. "I'm sorry, Bin is a little...possessive." A nervous laugh escaped you. "Like a Chihuahua...but not the kind quiet sweet ones more like the ones who have a bark bigger than themselves." You said looking at your boyfriend with frustration in the lines of your face.
He looked down as you apologized to the guy once more.
"It's okay Y/N-ie...I think this is a memorable meeting. I'll definitely bring it up in my speech when you guys get married." He laughed. "I'm Justin Kim. Y/N's brother-in-law." He held his hand out and Changbin looked between the two of you. Justin had a smile on his face while you were looking at Changbin with annoyance.
"Ah! I'm so sorry...uh..."
"I think I'm older than you but I didn't grow up using honorifics so you can just call me Justin."
Changbin bowed and apologized, but held his hand out to shake.
"My wife and I are moving here settling down here soon. She's back home but will be here next week with the last of our things. She was stationed here for a little bit when she was in the military and loved it and since her only sister found love here and doesn't have much time to come see her since she's dating an idol, she thought it would be nice to move here. I agreed since it is beautiful, and this where our family is." He motioned his head towards you.
"Although she might be a little upset that I met you before she did. Especially since she'll be entrusting you too take care of her little sister...although I feel like its more so because she's quite a big fan of you guys. Ever since Y/N-ie said she was dating an idol she's been keeping up with culture and your band, so she can better understand."
Justin smiled and looked over at you. "I'll uh...let you guys talk though. Y/N-ie I'll have your sister call you when I get home. She might be a little flippy floppy though because she went through the stock of pregnancy cravings I bought her." He hugged you one last time and pulled Changbin into a hug as well before walking off.
"Changbin are you really that idiotic?" You looked at your boyfriend and he tried to sputter out a response, but you interrupted him befroe he could form coherent words. "I think you are, I fear." You let out a defeated sigh as you slunk back into your chair. You looked tired.
"Jiwon, can you grab me my usual. And do you remember Binnie's?" Changbin turned to see a barista nod at you and start to prepare your order. He sat down across from you and quickly realized that he was mistaken about a lot of things.
"Binnie I would never break up with you. I may break your head open because sometimes my God I want to slap you upside it so hard, but I would never break your heart." The sigh you let out was deafening. "If you were so jealous about me talking and hanging out with Minho so much why didn't you tell me? You really think flirting with a barista to make me jealous is a good idea, babe? Really?" Jiwon placed two drinks in front of you guys. "Chan told me. I think he spotted it pretty quickly, and noticed how you were turning down her advances when I wasn't around. Also, rather rudely too apparently - because Seo Changbin what do mean to tell me when Chris said you made a gagging noise at the poor girl!"
Changbin's eyes widened, and his lip popped out in a small pout. "I'm sorry Y/N."
"It's okay Binnie. But there isn't a need to be jealous baby. I'm not leaving you for Minho, he's just an extremely close friend. I'm not leaving you for anyone else period. And I'm sure as hell not going on any dates. I had to dress nicely because we were doing a photoshoot." You gestured to the cafe you guys were currently sitting in. "Justin and I are going to be co-owners. I thought it would be nice to have a location closer to where we live so we can go more often, and that one little restaurant closed down so I thought it would be a good opportunity." A soft smile painted your face. "And it's partially selfish reasons...I can't help but think of us when I think of this place."
Changbin's heart swelled with affection. So much affection that it hurt him.
"So while I have been upset with you for the past three weeks I'm over it Binnie. I miss you so much." Changbin got up and moved next to you.
"You mean it?"
You chuckled and placed a kiss on his lips. "100%." You said connecting them again, a little bit more passionately, but pulling back when you felt a mass amount of messages come through your phone, and then it immediately started ringing. Changbin pouted as he stared at your lips as they turned into a nervous grin.
"Although...you might have a shit show in store when it comes to my older sister."
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HYUNJIN|
You sat with Hyunjin the couch as you two watched your favorite series together. Today was your yearlong anniversary. You had been in bright spirits for the occasion as you guys went out and did things together.
Hyunjin slowly ran his long fingers through your hair, and he felt you slowly dozing off.
"Baby..." Hyunjin whsipered, "Are you sleepy?"
"Hmm, just a little..."
"Can we talk?" Hyunjin paused the show, not giving you a choice.
You sat up and you felt your heart thump in your chest.
"Yeah we need to."
Hyunjin nodded. "You go first."
"No you"
You both spoke at the same time.
"Marry me-"
"We should break up-"
You looked at Hyunjin dumbfounded and he looked at you with utter digust.
"First off... that is utterly disgusting that you would even consider breaking up with me? What are you some sadist? Deriving pleasure from my pain and humiliation?" He said putting a hand to his chest dramtically.
You looked at him with wide eyes. "W-Well are you some sort of crazy person?! What the hell do you mean marry me?!"
Hyunjin pouted. "Well you can call me crazy all you want I'm being serious." He ran a hand through his brown bangs. "We've been together a year. And I know I want to be with you for the rest of my life. And I know for a fact you do because how the heck could you not want to marry me? I mean we'll quite literally be the most beautiful couple God has ever put on this earth." He said rolling his eyes in a joking manner.
You didn't see amused, rather your lip was shaking slightly and your eyes watering.
Hyunjin bit his cheek and pulled out a little ring from his pocket.
"It's a little cliche, I know. And some will probably say too soon. But I know what I want." He said quietly.
He took a breath and spoke slowly, switching to his native language.
"Cling to me Y/N. For the rest of your life. Ask me how you look. Let my eyes cling to you when I admire you. Let my words cling to you when I say just how beautiful you are. Cling yourself to me every night before we fall asleep, and let me cling to you every morning when we wake up. Let yourself cling onto me when you feel like you aren't enough, and let me cling onto you so I can show the world that you are enough-that you are more than enough; and you will always be more than enough. Let me cling to you in the times where I feel you need reassurance, and I'll let you cling to me the times where you feel like I'm not sufficient enough. We may not be perfect but Y/N no couple is. I don't care what people think about us. We can be perfectly imperfect together. I'll let you cling to me so those hateful words have no room to stick. I'll let you cling to me so everyone around us knows that I am not me without you. That you're the one who completes me. Cling to me so tightly that if God forbid you ever leave you would take everything of me with so no o that no one else could ever cling to me. Because I won't let anyone else do that. No matter how much they claim to know what is best for me, they don't. Because if they did, they would know that it's you. And it will always be you. Thats why I'm so sure of this."
He slid the ring on your finger, as you watched him admire it on your hands. He didn't look up as he murmured quietly.
"Cling to me Y/N...I'm begging you."
You looked at Hyunjin and felt a few tears fall onto your hand as he held it with both of his own.
"You...you knew?"
Hyunjin shook his head. "Not when I said what I said. But Y/N I swear I didn't mean it in a mean way." He looked up at you helplessly. "In retrospect now I realize they meant it in a vicious way but...I genuinely thought that clinginess was a good thing. Isn't that how it's supposed to be when you love someone? Aren't you supposed to want to be with them?"
His brown eyes searched your face. "Because that's how it is for me. How it will always be. I don't want it to be any other way."
You felt your eyes prick up with tears.
"Did you really mean it when you said you want to break up?" He whimpered.
You shook your head aggressively. "No, Hyunjin no- I was just feeling insecure. I see how everyone reacts at us and sometimes I feel like I'll never be accepted as being your girlfriend."
"Fiancée." He corrected. "If they won't accept you as my girlfriend then I'll make them accept you as my fiancée. And if they want to be asses after that than tough luck because if anyone dares to not accept you as my wife than I'll find a way to deal with them." He said in complete seriousness.
You couldn't help but laugh as you moved your hands to cup Hyunjin's cheeks.
"Hyunjin I haven't said yes." You said quietly.
He gives you a determined look. "But you will say yes..."
He waited patiently for you to say yes.
"Jagiya. Three letters. Y-E-S. You just have to move your mouth to say it." He said stubbornly.
You shook your head.
"I'm not going to say yes Hyunjin."
His eyes widened and he opened his mouth to protest but instead you kissed him lightly, resting your forehead against his own.
"You won't say yes?" He whined.
"Nope."
"Why not...do you not want to say yes? Can you give me a straight answer Jagiya? Because I won't accept it until you say no. Until then I'll assume you are just being stubborn."
You smiled as your eyes met. Hyunjin looked at you waiting for you're answer. Which was so much more than a yes.
"I'll cling to you Hyunjin. Always. As long as you promise to do the same."
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My motherly instincts are strong and make me go absolutely stupid at times
#miranda talking shit#If i didnt care about how others felt etc i would be clingy and hugging everyone i loved and shit but i#Am too anxious. So instead im like... Do you want a drink? An popsicle? I got candy. Do you want a fruit? Im bringing you a cookie#And it makes me so happy when i can do that. Im giving out juiceboxes to people working assisting me#Magnus is so hard to make accept things he always sounds like hes held by gun point#Meanwhile oliver is like 'yeah. I want that' 95% of the time and it makes me sososo happy#I never thought i was much of an acts of service type of person ... Bc i feel like i am not since my limited energy keeps me from doing#Much for myself even. But then im out there feeding my friends and paying for their food/items when we are out shopping#All my friends make me go stupid at small times but oliver is my top one.#Bc of his past and basically how he is . An sad/deppressed little guy with attachment issues and im therr like đ„ș#Hi... Hi there... Im bringing you a snack... He the biggest one that makes my instincts go off and at times i catch myself like... Miranda#Thats mom Miranda speaking. Please take a step back from the little man...#Id never tell him bc i know that would terrifie him but like man...#Im not saying i want a gf or bf that i can be a mom to... But emotionally ... A bit actually yes#Id never be able to be a good full mom bc i cant do like 70% of super moms do for their families#But emotionally i want to care for people i love like... Come let me sooth you. Let me hold you. Let me cheer you up. Let me cheer you on#Im proud of you and i see how hard youre working sweetie i love you#Anyway yeah. If i didnt have better self control id have 70% less friends bc i always have to hold myself back physically
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i love that in tsats nico you can see that was that little 10 year old who got exited a lot and thought the monster sent to kill him was cool. yeah trauma changed him but it didn't erase what he already was
#reblog#this made me sad#and so happy#because heâs still that little kid#like he really is just a little kid at heart and he loves so much#let me hold him PLEASE#let me hug my baby
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Yuu Needs a Hug 2
SUMMARY:Â What their comforting hugs are like when you're feeling sad or under the weather? And how would they behave if you started crying in their arms?
CHARACTERS: Scarabia (Kalim; Jamil); Pomefiore (Vil; Epel; Rook); Ignihyde (Idia; Ortho*) & Diasomnia (Malleus; Silver; Sebek; Lilia)
*Platonic
TAGS:Â Fluff; GN Reader; Comfort; Bullet Points; In a Relationship
WORD COUNT:Â An average of 370 words per character.
COMMENTS:Â When I feel a little sad and down, I often imagine these things to help me fall asleep. I thought you might like them too. đ
(I don't know why I keep increasing the number of words as I go through the dorms.)
Yuu Needs a Hug 1Â (Heartslabyul / Savanaclaw / Octavinelle)
CONTEXT: This is what they would do if they were already in a relationship with you. Except for Ortho, he's more like a cute little brother.
Of course Kalim already hugs you on a daily basis. And in public or private it is completely indifferent to him. His hugs range from casual (as if simply standing next to you wasn't an option) to loving and affectionate.
And it's more towards the latter that he tends to go for when you ask him for a hug. His arms completely wrapped around you, his cheek touching yours. His reassuring smile asking you what you need. "You can ask me for anything! You know that, right? Oh! I know! How about a carpet ride? Do you think that might help?"
Let's face it, he's not the type to cuddling with you while the two of you are lying on a couch resting (Jamil would love that, less work for him) No. He's the type to cuddling with you, yes, but lying on a flying carpet who knows how many meters from the ground. Or maybe lying in the Oasis if you show him that you're afraid of being that high without safety measures.
He will hug you like he never wants to let you go again. He will offer you fruits and other things to snack on, talk to you, etc.
If you happen to be so depressed to the point of crying, part of him will panic, but the big brother part of him will stop him from showing it so as not to worry you even more. He will hug you tighter and kiss your forehead and cheeks. âDon't worry, you can cry as much as you need. Everything will be fine in the end, you'll see.â
When your crying calms down or stops, he will take his magic pen and, with his water powers, make a rainbow appear over you. A way for him to try to make you smile again.
Jamil ONLY hugs you in private. He hates being the center of attention and/or showing his feelings in public, especially affection. BUT when he hugs you when the two of you are alone and he can finally rest, his hugs are charmingly peaceful.
He loves to lay with you, wrapping his arms restfully around you. He's always stressed, but with you, he can rest, and his cuddles show that.
He likes both having him lay on top of you with his head on your chest, letting you play with his hair, and having you lay on top of him and him being able to caress your head. He's also not at all shy about giving you kisses, quite the opposite, he likes to be himself with you, even if it means being naturally seductive.
But when you are sad, he will restrict himself to being sensitive and reassuring. He will probably prepare your favorite food or dessert to make you feel better. And, while hugging you, kiss your forehead.
If you happen to be so depressed to the point of crying, he will panic a little (as you are used to seeing when Kalim does something that puts himself at risk) You're the one who's going to have to calm him down first before he can calm you down. â*Sigh* Please don't do this to me.â he'll say with a subtle pout, which might make you smile a little too. He will hug you tighter, something that is extremely rare for him, and let you cry all you need.
When your crying calms down or stops, he'll use his magic pen to bring tissues to you, so he doesn't have to move away from you. And as you wipe your tears, he will pat your head and say: "Whatever is worrying you, I'm sure it will pass."Â in a reassuring, loving voice that only you know.
Vil just doesn't hug you in public because he's a public figure and he prefers not to be the target of gossip, much less involve you in it. He doesn't hide that you're in a relationship, but you know, the less people see about the two of you, the less headaches you'll have. If it weren't for this, he would have no problem showing his affection for you. So he just demonstrates it in private.
However, he is more of a kisser than a hugger. It's more characteristic of him to kiss your cheek, or hold your chin to kiss your lips, than to hug you. Which ends up making these comfort hugs even more special and exclusive.
He'll start hugging you standing up, but if you really want to sit down then he'll let you sit on his lap. This will probably wrinkle his clothes, but he knows his priorities, and you are at the top of his list right now.
Just like him, his hugs are delicate and elegant, but firm enough to convey the feeling of protection and care. One of the arms is always around your waist, while the other is always on the top of your back or on your head, to be close to your face. That way he can caress your cheeks. And he will always plant a kiss on your forehead here and there.
If you happen to be so depressed to the point of crying, youâll probably have the reflex to move away so as not to stain his clothes, and apologize. But at that moment you will feel his hand, stopping you from moving away. âDon't be silly.â he will tell you âAnd honestly, it hurts me a little that you think I value my clothes, which can simply be washed, more than you.â And he will encourage you to cry on his shoulder, remaining calm and understanding.
When your crying calms down or stops, he'll get all the tissues he needs and start explaining all the steps of a facial cleansing routine for when you cry. If you ask him how he knows so much about it he will answer you with a smile: "My sweet potato, don't tell me you think I never cry."
In public, Epel likes to hug you as a way of showing off your relationship. But cute, comforting hugs? These are only for when you are alone.
This is one of those moments when you bring out his prideful side. You wanting him to be the person who comforts you when you're sad is a way of showing that you see strength and reliability in him, right? And it makes him proud of himself and happy that you can feel safe with him.
He will be extremely sweet and cute with you. He knows that this is what makes other people, especially you, more calm and comfortable.
He doesn't like hugging you standing up, especially if you're taller than him, even if it's just 1cm. But, the same, or worse, happens if he lets you sit on his lap, so it's most likely that he'll sit next to you. OR if you can and want, he prefers to lie with you with your head on his chest. If you're shorter than him, scratch everything, he'll hug you in any way.
After a while, he will probably get distracted by something else that doesn't stop the two of you from holding each other, like reading a book or studying a little.
If you happen to be so depressed to the point of crying, he'll panic a little, to the point of asking you what's going on in his dialect that you barely understand. What he needs to know most is if you're crying because of him. He'll be very relieved to know it wasn't him, and will hug you tighter.
When your crying calms down or stops, he will ask you how you are feeling and suggest that you two do something he used to do with his grandmother or his parents when he was also sad and needed to feel better.
Few things are as indifferent to Rook as showing his love for you in public as he does in private (with just a few reservations). So he will hug you whenever you ask, regardless of where you are, so be careful when and where you ask.
Despite everything, it's rare for him to kiss or hug you. It's not that he doesn't like it, quite the contrary, he likes doing these two things so exclusive and special that he ends up keeping them as a "reward" for the two of you.
But this case is an exception to his love game. After all, one of the players is injured.
His comforting hugs are full of love and care, yet gentle despite so much emotional intensity. He will gladly hug you however you wish, standing, sitting on his lap, lying under the shade of a tree or anything else, even if unusual, he will do it with pleasure.
And of course he will use his charming and flattering vocabulary to try to help with your emotional recovery.
If you happen to be so depressed to the point of crying, you will feel the surprise in his body, and he will hold your face with both hands to gently move you away from his chest and look at your face. If you try to hide your face he will say: âOh non, trickster! Such a display of feelings is beautiful. Such a neglected and hidden beauty. Please allow me to appreciate it for a moment.â he will caress your cheeks with his thumbs âI promise this will only make me love you more and better.â and he will kiss your cheeks, also tasting the saltiness of your tears.*
He is extremely patient and will do nothing but hug and cuddle you until your crying stops completely and/or you are the one who breaks the hug when you feel better.
It's OBVIOUS that Idia doesn't hug you in public. He can barely SHOW UPÂ in public. All your hugs, kisses, flirting, etc. are TOP SECRET!
He loves it when you sit on his lap while he is at the computer, especially when he is playing. You can sit however you want, but what he loves most is when you have your back to the computer, your chest against his, your legs behind the chair and your head lying on his shoulder. Or your chin on his shoulder while you play on your phone. The naturalness and relaxation with which he has you close to him like this is quite reassuring.
1000% chance he created a new chair with a design that both of you are comfortable in that position.
There's a good chance he'll simply respond "Same..." if you mention that you're sad or depressed. If you laugh, he might say "Hey, weren't we supposed to be sad together? Traitor! You literally just did the IRL version of sending a crying emoji while you were actually laughing behind the screen. Like, who does that? What is socially accepted is for you to pretend you are happy when you are sad.â And if this makes you laugh even harder: âStop laughing! It's contagious! Hee hee hee.â
If you happen to be so depressed to the point where you suddenly start crying on his shoulder, he will PaNiC! Heâll immediately let go of the mouse and keyboard and hug you! âWHAT?! WHAT DID I DO?!â You'll have to calm him down first before he can "try" to calm you down.
He will completely understand, even if you don't even know why you're crying. But he won't know how to console you and he'll admit it. He will simply hug you, not tighter but more affectionately. And bury his face in your shoulder too, and whisper a muffled: "...Same...".
You'll probably laugh at the same time as you'll be frustrated with him. âIt's true!â heâll say âWhy do you always laugh when I share my sadness with you?!â he says knowing it's not true âWhat do you mean the WAY I say it? ... Weirdo~â he says smiling.
Unfortunately Ortho cannot hug you. At least not how he would like. The flame in his chest can burn you, and the heat exhaust ports too.
The first time he saw you sad and in need of a hug, he was also sad for being unable to hug you and then he had an idea: "Let's ask my brother to make huggable gear!"
âWhat do you want me to do? A teddy bear gear or something?â Idia will say, but then he will realize that if he does it HE will also be able to hug Ortho. âIâm on it!â
If Idia starts working on it, but for some reason he runs out of motivation because he thinks it's boring or a useless gear, Ortho will choose one of the following 2 options: A) convince him to do it because he reeeeeally wants to hug you and his big brother. Or B) He will say that if Idia doesn't do it, whenever you are sad Ortho will force him to be the one to hug you.
"I wouldn't mind that much..." Idia whispers. "What?"Â Ortho asks. "NOTHING, Nothing... Iâll make the gear."
After Gear is ready, whenever you feel sad and need a hug, Ortho will be very happy. "YAY!!! HUG GEAR TIME!!!"Â and will take you to Ignihyde to change gear.
Your comfort hugs will end up being three-way hugs because Idia also wants to hug his little brother. And maybe after a while he'll start hugging you too?
Ortho will also suggest you play with him to cheer you up. That and he also loves playing with you. And suggest other ways to cheer someone up, which he found on the internet.
Malleus has no problem hugging you in public. He just doesn't do it because everyone who cares about him (especially Sebek) says that, in his position, it's better to keep these romantic gestures private. A way to prevent annoying gossip.
He doesn't initiate hugs, but he absolutely loves it when you ask him for them (And they are always the best solution for when he has his "tantrums") Your wish is his command. He's just sorry that he can't hug you with the same strength that he loves you. But with each passing day it seems that he gets better and better at measuring his strength for you.
He loves to hug you in anyway. Even if he has to use his magic to levitate you if you are both standing, due to the great difference in heights. But comfort hugs are special, and whenever you ask for them, he immediately stops whatever he might be doing and sits on a couch so you can sit on his lap and lay your head on his chest or shoulder.
Whatever you ask he will do. âWhat do you need to feel better? Would you like me to create a fireworks show? Make flowers grow and drawing your image in a garden? Order my attendants to create a show to entertain us, and a banquet? ... What? You just want my company?â he will laugh with joy, not only because you ask little of him, but because you simply want him.
All his attention will be on you. He will talk to you, suggest that you have tea together, and kiss your forehead and cheek from time to time.
If you happen to be so depressed to the point of crying, he will look at you on maximum alert! âWhat is wrong, my love? Did I make a mistake? Am I hurting you in some way?â He will loosen the hug out of fear that he might be hugging you too tightly without realizing it.
After you reassuring him by telling that it's not his fault that you're crying and that he's doing everything right, his questions will change to: âIn that case... is it someone else's fault you're crying?â You will hear thunderstorms forming outside. âYou can tell me the name. I will make sure they never disturb you again.â You will have to calm him down again and explain that it is no one's fault.
Only then will he relax a little, hug you again with care and affection and let you cry on his shoulder, while stroking your head. âAnd he will tell you that IF one day someone hurts you, no matter how small the damage may be, you can tell him, okay?â
"Or you can simply mention how close you are to Malleus Draconia and they will run away screaming for forgiveness and mercy." Lilia will say another time.
Malleus won't let go of you until he's completely and absolutely sure that you're okay again. Or not, the truth is that he likes having you like this in his arms. (Just five more minutes~)
Silver is not the type to initiate hugs because he's to oblivious for that. But he always hugs you when you ask, regardless of the reason. You may not even have a reason, you want a hug so it's a hug he delivers.
And he's also not the type to change his behavior towards you depending on whether you're in public or not. He gives you all the hugs you want anyway.
Normally what happens is that you'll ask him for a hug, he'll say "Sure, but is there a reason?" and if you answer that there is none in particular, he will simply smile (that rare smile that only those closest to him know exists) and accept your answer, opening his arms so you can hug him.
If you say you want a hug because you're feeling sad, he'll continue with his natural poker face, but anyone who knows him will know that he's worried, but calm so as not to worry you.
He will hug you any way you want. If you want the two of you to sit down so you can sit on his lap, he will do it. He might even pick you up to do it, and if you ask him why he's taking you to a bench or couch like that, he'll say something like, "Oh, I thought you wanted to sit down because you were feeling tired. Sorry." If you say it's no problem, he'll smile and continue carrying you in his arms until you both sit down.
He'll just hug you like he normally does. Despite his strong arms, he hugs you with care and affection. Having you like this in his arms puts him at ease, to the point of... zzz... where he fell asleep, with his arms without letting go of you.
But if you start crying on his shoulder, he'll sense it! He will wake up faster than any alarm could wake him up. And when he sees you crying, he will immediately ask what happened, and apologize for sleeping when you needed him.
Even if your answer is that you don't know, that will be enough for him. He will hug you again in a surprisingly sweet and delicate way, and somehow, he won't go back to sleep until you feel better. He is now on guard!
In the same way that he only hugs you when you ask, he only lets go of you when you tell him to let you go. If you tell him he "can" stop hugging you, he won't do it until you are absolutely sure that that is what you want.
If Sebek is dating you it's because he adores you as much as he adores Malleus and Lilia. In a different way of course, but if he got to the point of becoming your boyfriend it's because he went through the phase of seeing you as an "inferior human" and somehow you turned a switch in his head that made him start to adore you.
There are times when he still treats you the way he did before, but when you need him, like when you're sad and need a hug, he becomes your servant (practically).
He will treat you like royalty in much the same way he treats Malleus. The difference is that he sees you as someone "weaker" who is incapable of changing the fact that you need his protection and so he ends up being more caring.
He doesn't initiate hugs even if he wants to. First he will flatter you until you want a hug from him, even if it is just to thank you for your compliments. Basically, he only hugs you after you give him your consent.
Just as he has no shame in showing the respect and adoration he has for Malleus and Lilia, he also has no problem showing affection for you in public if you so desire. But there are still certain things he prefers to do when it's just the two of you, like these comforting hugs. He also lets you sit on his lap if you want, but it will take him a long time to get used to it.
Since he has always dedicated himself to his training as a soldier and guard, he is not very good at hugging. You will always feel that he is a little tense due to his lack of experience and you will have to be the one to relax him if you want better hugs.
Even if you suggest that he read a book while you're hugging on the couch, he'll decline it. If you're so sad that you, don't want, but need a hug, it's because you need him, and if you need him, he'll automatically enter his guard mode, which means all his attention will be on you.
If you happen to be so depressed to the point of crying, what was once the closest thing to a relaxed hug becomes tense again, and he will panic in his own way, controlling himself so as not to accidentally raise his voice. âWhat happened?! Is there something wrong?! Did I do something wrong!?â You'll have to calm him before he can calm you... or at least try.
If you say that you don't know why you're crying or don't have a specific reason, he'll sigh in frustration and say: âYou can't just start crying out of nowhere! I mean... you can, but... I wasn't trained for this. I don't know what to do.â You explain to him that you don't need anything special, just him, but this may take longer than a simple explanation.
He will guard you in his arms until you are both absolutely sure that you are feeling better.
Of course Lilia already hugs you in public on a daily basis, out of nowhere, and often he is the one initiating the hugs, knowing of course that you also want to receive them.
And of course he knows very well how to give comforting hugs. After all, heâs a loving single father.
Many times you don't even need to ask, he will simply look at your face or posture and offer it. âAw~ You are not using your usual smile. Are you feeling well?â and even if you barely answer he will understand âNo? Does my little thorny flower need a hug~?â
But if you're the one asking for the hug, his eyes will widen in surprise and then he'll break into a huge smile. âAwwww~ But of course I'll give you all the hugs you want! Khe he he. You really can surpass me in cuteness sometimes. How could I say no to you~?â
Even though he likes to give you hugs in public, he knows that these types of hugs are better in private, so you feel more comfortable too.
He gives one of the best if not the best hugs. They are firmly affectionate. At the same time that you feel his arms comfortably wrapping around you with a light loving grip, you also feel that they are strong enough to protect you from anything.
He's more of a hugger than a kisser. At most, he can give you light kisses on the cheek from time to time.
If you happen to be so depressed to the point of crying, he won't panic at all. He will simply and calmly look at you, tilt your head up by placing his fingers on your chin and ask: âAw~ What's wrong, my thorny flower?â as he wipes away one of your tears with his thumb. âIs this moment too cute to handle? Khe he.â
Regardless of your answer, he will say with a reassuring smile:Â âIt's okay. You can cry on my shoulder all you need. As long as I can glimpse your wonderful smile again.â
After you feel better, he will suggest cooking one of your favorite dishes or desserts to make you feel better. SAVE YOURSELF!
*Don't look at me like that. We all know Rook is weird. I'm just trying to be true to the character.
If you would like to read more from me, you can find it in my pinned post: INDEX
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I KNOW BETTER THAN TO CALL YOU MINE
Pre outbreak Joel Miller x f!reader || 7k
Summary: Joel lets himself have a treat. You.
Tw: 18+ mdni, smut, fluff, slight age gap (readerâs in her early 20s, Joel is 30), sex work, idiots in love, soft Joel, praise kink, size kink, f/m oral, cum eating, alcohol consumption, m!masturbation, sex toy usage, bondage, protected/unprotected piv, creampie, light pussy spanking, somno, aftercare, mention of degradation, pet names (baby, sweetheart, honey). Reader has hair, wears dresses. Pics are for the mood only, reader has no specific physical descriptions.
A/n: this is for @janaispunk âs 1500 kisses challenge. My prompt was âfirst kissâ with Joel Miller. Congrats again, Jana, and thank you for the fun challenge!đ The pic in the m/b is from this post by @liminaltourist. Hugs and kisses to @milla-frenchy for beta-ingđđ« dividers by @saradika-graphics đ The title is from the lyrics of âLetâs fall in love for the nightâ by FINNEAS. Hope you will enjoy this story! Love you all!đ
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Joel met you at Tommyâs birthday party and was instantly attracted to you. You were beautiful, sweet, funny, a little shy which he found charming. You told him that you worked as a waitress, meanwhile looking for a steady job after graduating college. He spent the whole night talking to you. The whole night being a couple of hours when he had a sitter for Sarah. Joel noticed a trace of sadness in your gorgeous eyes while you two were saying your goodbyes and for a second he regretted the way his life turned out. A single father at the age of thirty, working tirelessly to give his daughter the best life he could. But all the regrets vanished into thin air the moment he returned home and saw Sarah, sleeping peacefully in her bed. He planted a gentle kiss on her temple and quietly went to his empty bedroom. She was his life and he was ok with it.
Next time when Joel went out with Tommy for a drink, he asked about you in passing. He tried to make it seem like a simple curiosity but his younger brother still gave him a knowing smirk. Joel really liked you but his life was hectic enough. Work and being a single parent took all his time and he couldnât squeeze in a relationship. He wouldnât be a good boyfriend, he thought, and you deserved only the best. But your imageâ your eyes, your smile, your body, was flashing behind his eyes again and again, reminding him that he had needs and desires.
After a few beers and tequila shots, their conversation circled back to you and Tommy blabbed out that you worked as an escort. Joel was astonished. You seemed shy and sweet. He had never been against sex work but he always imagined a different type of people in that business. He didnât know what to make of it but he felt his cock twitch, thinking of how sexually liberated you were.
He thought about asking for your number, but Tommy would tease him to death and he decided not to.
The next time you met Joel was at another Tommyâs party. Joel agreed to come, wanting to see you again. You talked and laughed like before but the air was almost electric between you two. The glances were darker, your hand brushing his skin here and there made him want moreâ touch you, feel you close against his body. He could save up and do all that if you agreed. So he made a decision and offered to drive you home when the party was over.
As soon as Joel parked his car at your driveway, he cleared his throat and asked if he could see you sometime.
âAre you asking me out on a date?â Your voice was soft and a shy smile tugged at your lips.
âEhm⊠fuck, I âI know what you do,â Joel admitted, turning to you slightly in the driverâs seat, âTommy told me when he was drunk. Forgive him and me, please, ok? Andâ I donât know what you call that, butâ can I meet you for an appointment?â
Your face fell and you were blinking at him with a mouth agape. Joelâs heart froze- what if Tommy had been fucking with him and you didnât sleep with people for money.
After a few longest seconds of his life, you took a deep breath and gave him a little nod. Joel asked you about the details and you explained to him what he needed to do to book a session with you and though you were talking about sex, it sounded cold and dry. You gave him a little smile before getting out of the car and he drove off with the thought that he had made a mistake.
He really didnât plan to call you, thinking he had killed whatever spark and connection you two had, but his thoughts returned to you again and again. He was hearing your laugh everywhere and your face was behind his eyelids every time he went to sleep.
One night after a few beers he imagined you in his bed and his hand flew to his already stiffening cock. He shut his eyes and saw you next to him, naked and ready for him. Pleasuring himself, Joel imagined your hand wrapped around his length, sliding up and down, then your mouth sucking on his tip and soon he was spurting his load all over his stomach and fist. He could have you, you already agreed to it, and he deserved to feel good, to treat himself once in a while. With those thoughts on his mind he texted you and booked a session.
Joel tried to be on time for your first meeting, but everything seemed to go wrong that day and when he arrived at a hotel, you were already waiting for him at the bar. He showered you with apologies for being late but you assured him that it was ok. He felt the flames of desire, when he took you all in. Your black dress was hugging your body perfectly and he couldnât wait to take it off you.
You had already got a room for them so Joel followed you to the elevator. He had never been that nervous in his life. You must have noticed it, so you took his hand and gave him a warm smile.
âIâm so glad weâre doing this, Joel.â
âNever done this before,â he admitted when the elevator doors opened and you walked to the room.
âItâs ok, Joel. Iâm sure weâre going to have a great time,â you said, smiling to him, and opened the door.
When Joel stepped inside, he saw a typical hotel room with one big bed. You turned to him and asked,
âBefore we start, do you have any questions or suggestions about what you want us to do?â
Joel swallowed loudly.
âI want â, he scratched the back of his neck and continued, âjust the usual, I guess.â
âThe usual?â you repeated with a little smirk.
âYeah, just sex.â
You pouted your lips in thought, then smiled with mischief in your gaze and slowly came up to him.
His breath hitched when your behavior changed in front of his eyes, like a little kitten turned into a panther in a matter of seconds. You looked the same but there was an allure in your every move, each glance was magnetic, as if you were calling for him to touch you, fuck you. You were irresistible. Your body was inches away from him, your perfume subtle but enticing, enveloping him, and you purred,
âI donât think we want it to be âjustâ sex, Joel. How about we make it special.â
Your tongue caressed your lower lip and he slowly leaned down. You swiftly swerved him and instead of tasting your lips, he nuzzled your cheek.
âIâm sorry, Joelâ I donât kiss on the lips during sessions.â
âOh fuck, sorry.â Joel felt really bad and explained, âI got carried away... Iâve read the rules you sent me⊠I remember no kissing part, like in âPretty Womanâ,â Joel chuckled, rubbing his scruffy cheek in a nervous gesture.
You giggled, too, probably trying to make him feel more comfortable, âYes, just like in âPretty Woman.â
Without noticing it, he tried to memorize the sound of your laugh, how pretty it was. You slightly pulled away from him and tilted your head.
âHow about I take the lead at first and then weâll see how it goes?â
Joel nodded. He wanted to take your dress off, carry you to the bed and fuck you till you screamed his name. But he was afraid to do something wrong, heâd never been in that type of situation. You took his hand and gently caressed it, your fingers dancing over his hardened skin. Then he watched you bring it to your red lips and kiss his palm. You glanced up at him with your big beautiful eyes, not taking his hand away and his whole body reacted to your gentle touch. He was getting hard.
You led Joel to the bed, your fingers intertwined with his, and gently pushed on his shoulders to make him sit down. You slowly took your dress off and he tried not to start drooling like a cartoon wolf, seeing you in front of him in a black lacy set.
You stood between his spread thighs and bent over to tug at the hem of his dark tee. He helped you to take it off and when you kneeled in front of him, he almost moaned. Your beautiful face was so close, he wanted to kiss you so much but he couldnât and heâd never do anything you didnât want.
You unbuckled his belt and softly asked him to take his jeans off.
Soon Joel was sitting there in his boxer briefs with you on your knees between his spread thighs.
"You're so hot, Joel," you whispered, as your dark gaze slid over the expense of his broad shoulders and chest, and your nails slightly scratched his muscular thighs.
He breathed out a laugh, shaking his head. He wanted to tell you how gorgeous you look, wearing your lingerie and your high heel shoes, how much he'd been thinking about you since the day you'd met but his mouth was dry and he felt himself like a teenage boy who was trying to compliment a hot girl.
You weren't aware of his inner torment. As always calm and confident, you leaned closer to his torso and kissed a spot on his chest, right over his heart. Joel took a sharp breath and shut his eyes for a second, trying to calm down. He couldn't believe what just a gentle chest kiss from you was doing to him, but he was already painfully hard.
Your lips glided lower and you started leaving open mouth kisses, tracing a path down to the bulge in his boxers, and he opened his thighs wider to give you more space. When your face was close to his clothed cock, you rested your head on his left thigh and looked up at him.
âFuck,â Joel cursed and growled at the sight of you so close to his already throbbing manhood. You were so pretty, so obedient but even on your knees he felt that you controlled the situation.
âJoel?â
âYes, baby?â
You smiled hearing the pet name and asked,
âCan I take you in my mouth?â
His cock visibly twitched when he heard your soft voice and the words you uttered.
âIf you want.â
You bit your lower lip and asked, rubbing your cheek on his hairy thigh.
âI do but would you like me to?â
Joel nodded eagerly, maybe too eagerly but he didnât care. He wanted you so much.
With a content smile, you sat up straight and shifted on your knees, getting comfortable. Then you pulled at the waistband of his boxers and in a second they were on the floor and his cock was bobbing in front of your face. Your breath visibly hitched and you glanced up at him.
âYou have a gorgeous cock, Joel Miller,â you whispered and he wanted to kiss you again, hearing the praise. But instead he brought his hand to your face and cupped your cheek. You purred into his touch but parted from his palm in a second when you lowered your face and kitten-licked the fat tip of his cock. Joel sighed and bucked his hips already impatient for more. You didnât make him wait long.
Your lips soon welcomed his cock between them as you started taking him deeper, covering his length with your warm saliva as your hand was firmly wrapped around his girthy base.
Joel moaned loudly at the sensation, he didnât care what sounds he was making, completely lost in the pleasure your soft lips and skilful tongue were giving him.
Your mouth was slowly caressing his cock as your curved up lips were sliding over his sensitive skin and your tongue danced around the fat head, now and then stroking the leaking slit. There was so much precum, he saw you swallow it again and again. Your hand was gently massaging his balls and his big palm was lying on your head, not pushing, just showing you how much he needed you at that moment. Joel was in heaven.
Soon you took all of him and your throat contracting around his length was the last straw. He was dangerously close to coming and painting your mouth creamy white. But he had other plans for you.
âShit, baby,â he cupped your cheek and gently pulled you off his ready-to-explode cock, âyouâre too fucking good at it. I wonât last. And I wanna..â
He lost his words as you were looking at him with sparkling eyes, full of understanding and warmth.
âOf course, Joel.â You slowly got up on your feet and took off your high heels. Then you padded to the nightstand and opened the drawer. Joel saw a few toys lying there and his heart started to beat faster when he imagined using them on you. Maybe he could suggest it, he mused inwardly, but when you started sliding your panties and bra off your body, he lost his train of thought.
Now completely naked you came up to him and placed your hands on his broad shoulders. Then you planted your knees on each side of him and got on his lap.
âYouâre beautiful,â Joel said in a low voice as his hands found your hips and he rubbed your skin with his calloused thumbs.
You thanked him, smiling, and opened the package with your teeth. You brought the condom to his hard cock, slid it on and then got up on your knees, your pussy hovering over Joelâs tip.
You searched for his eyes and as soon as your eyes locked, you started sinking on his thick length.
Joel watched pleasure twisting your face while his cock was slowly parting your insides. He moaned at the sensation of your wet warm pussy welcoming him, grasped your hips tightly and when you took all of him, your ass was flush with his balls, you both loudly sighed.
âYou feel so good, baby. So warm and tight.â
âThank you, Joel. Your cock is so fucking big.â
He took a sharp breath, hearing you curse, and at the back of his mind he wondered if you said it to every client but he drove the thought away. He needed you too much.
Your breasts were right in front of his face and he asked, looking up at you, as if you were a goddess he was praying to.
âIs it ok if I kiss your body?â
âYes, Joel, please. You can do anything to me.â
âJust not kiss your beautiful lips?â
âJoel,â you whined and he felt you clench around his hard cock.
He scolded himself for those words as soon as they left his stupid mouth. It was the thing you kept for yourself, he understood and accepted it but his desire drove him insatiable.
âIâm sorry, baby, I know itâs a rule. I understand it. Itâs jusâ my brain doesnât work properly, all the blood is down there.â
âOh, right,â you softly giggled, âLet me shut you up then.â
You lifted your hips, making his cock almost leave the heaven of your cunt, but when the tip was close to slipping out, you sank back down on his manhood inch by inch, gliding your hands over his broad chest.
Joelâs mouth got slack and you both moaned at the ecstatic sensation of him, filling you up again.
With a groan Joel swiftly put his mouth on your breast and you whimpered when he swirled his tongue around your perky nipple. While he was gently sucking and licking your tits, you were languidly riding him, as soft whimpers were leaving your half parted mouth. At one point you nuzzled his forehead and your hot breath on his lips let him imagine you kiss him. His fingers dug into your hips but just for a second. Afraid to hurt you he glided them over your back and arms. He raised his lips to your neck and kissed your skin there.
Joel knew that he was getting close. His hand slithered to your pussy and he slipped his thumb between your folds. He found your clit hardened and throbbing for attention. He began stroking it slowly and you reacted immediately with the sweetest sound heâd ever heard.
âJoel,â you breathed out and he clenched his jaw, trying not to explode right then and there.
âWant you to come on my cock, baby.â
You stopped bouncing on his member and he saw you furrow your brows in concentration.
He made his thumb dance faster over your bud and soon your pussy was pulsating around his cock. Your contracting walls sent him over the edge and he started coming, filling up the condom inside you. Oh, how he wished to paint your walls with his creamy load but rules are rules.
As you both started descending from your highs, panting heavily, Joel held you in his big arms and you rested on his broad chest. You were breathing into the crease between his neck and shoulder and at one point he thought youâd fallen asleep.
But the next second you sat up straight on his lap with a satisfied smile. You gently kissed his scruffy cheek and he tried not to purr like a happy cat.
You cuddled a little bit more but soon his time was over.
âCan I see you again?â He asked when you got out of the bed.
âIâd love to, Joel,â you replied, putting on your underwear, âText me when you have a day in mind.â
You looked like you wanted to say something but stopped yourself. You put on your clothes, kissed his cheek again and left.
After the first time with you Joel knew immediately it wasnât the last. The need to have you, to be with you again squeezed his heart as soon as that hotel door closed behind you. But he wasnât rich. He couldnât spend all his money on you. So he started saving up here and there, anything he could, without damaging the level of life of his daughter.
He texted you as soon as he had enough to pay you and you told him that your regulars got a discount which was a nice surprise for him.
Joel invited you to his place. Sarah was at a sleepover and he had the house for himself for a night. He needed just a couple of hours, no way he could afford a whole night with you.
When you arrived at his place, wearing a pair of tight jeans and a tank top, his mouth immediately started watering. He tried to be a gentleman and a good host and gave you a tour of the house, but when you stepped into his bedroom, all his decency came crashing down. Soon your jeans were discarded on the floor while his head was between your trembling thighs. Joel was licking up your juices straight from the source, grunting into your wet cunt and fucking his tongue into your clenching hole. He was fully clothed, grinding his hard cock against the bed and staining his gray sweatpants.
You were singing for him so beautifully when he began plunging his thick fingers in and out of your heat while his mouth was gently sucking on your throbbing clit. Your back was arched and your hands were clutching his dark curls. He curled his fingers, pushing on that soft spot inside your creaming pussy once, twice and you came, crying out his name, while your walls were fluttering around his digits.
When he parted from your puffy glistening cunt, he saw tears in your hazy eyes. Joel was happy he still got it but what filled his chest with pride was that he made you cry and writhe with ecstasy.
"I'm here, baby. You did so good for me," Joel praised you, climbing up the bed and taking you in his arms. You were trying to catch your breath and he gave you a respite, manhandling you so your head would be resting on his broad shoulder.
"Thank you, Joel, you didn't have to," you mumbled.
"Have to? Sweetheart, it was my pleasure."
He heard your giggle, followed by a content sigh. His hard cock was tenting his gray sweatpants but he didn't care. He was happy to hold you, breathe in the fruity scent of your hair, and when a few minutes later he saw you peacefully sleeping in his embrace, his heart almost burst with affection. He closed his eyes for a second and drifted off too.
Joel woke up in the middle of the night when he felt you move in your sleep. He must have woken you up as you started to shuffle next to him and then sat up straight.
âFuck! I fell asleep?â You asked, eyes widened, covering your naked thighs with a bedspread.
âYeah, me too.â
âIâm so sorry, Joel. Itâs never happened before. Oh my god, itâs so unprofessional.â
He hastily sat up next to you, taking your hands in his.
âHey, no. Itâs ok. I loved sleeping with youâ next to you.â
He smiled, leaning closer to you and rubbing your hands with his thumbs, trying to reassure you and it seemed to work because you gave him an apologetic smile but he felt you relax a little.
âI wonât take any money from you today.â
âNo, you spent so much time with me. I owe you even more.â
âJoel, you ate me out, made me come, and then I fell asleep. I definitely donât deserve to get paid,â you giggled. âThe way I see it I owe you now.â
âIâll think about the career change,â Joel chuckled and at the same time he felt his cock get harder when you talked about the oral. The arousal he had felt before falling asleep came back with a renewed force and swept him away.
He wasnât smiling anymore, his gaze slid up and down your body and the air in the room got heavier.
âWhat did you like the most?â he asked as his eyes darkened.
Your breath hitched and even in the dim light of the room he saw your pupils dilate. You dropped your gaze for a second and when you raised your eyes, they were filled with need and desire.
âI loved how much you enjoyed it. How good you were. It felt amazing when your mouth was on my clit. When you were sucking it,â you bit your lip almost shyly and your words went straight to his cock.
You whispered, âShould I go orâŠ?â
âI wanna fuck you,â Joel interrupted you, palming his stiffening bulge, and you quickly nodded before throwing away the bedspread and taking off your top. Your tits bounced as you straddled him and he wrapped his big arms around your naked body.
Joel let you take off his shirt and when your lips latched onto his neck he held you closer and flipped you on the bed, covering you with his body.
You gasped at the fast shift but then moaned when Joel pulled his cock out of his sweatpants.
It was already hard as a rock and wet with precum under his fingers. He gave it a few pumps to spread it over his heated skin.
âShit, condoms.â
He hastily reached to grab a pack from the nightstand. He opened one, while your fingers were caressing him, dancing over his torso and arms. As soon as the protection was on, you pulled him closer and he pushed his length into you without any warning. He had already stretched you with his tongue and fingers so his tip easily slipped into your crying hole.
âOh, yeah, baby,â Joel breathed out and started rolling his hips. His lips were caressing every spot he could reach and you were kissing his shoulders and neck.
Without pausing he braced his hands on the bed, hovering over you, his dark gaze locked with yours. He wanted to memorize every lip bite, every twitch of your brows when his cock was sliding in and out your needy cunt. You were so wet for him, he felt your juices on his balls and inner thighs and he closed his eyes trying not to come too soon.
âLook at me, Joel,â you purred and he immediately did what you asked. Your gaze slid from his dark eyes to his lips and it took everything from him not to kiss you right now.
He leaned down and instead gently kissed your heated cheek, leaving a wet spot on your soft skin. With a whimper you wrapped your legs around his waist and started grinding your hips, chasing your orgasm by rubbing your little clit against his pubic bone.
âDo ya wanna come, sweetheart?
âOnly if you want me to, Joel,â you breathed out and he furrowed his brows, reminded of the nature of your relationship.
â âcourse I do.â
With that he pulled away from you and sat up on his knees between your sweaty thighs. âLet meâŠ,â he pulled out and you whined.
âOh, baby, so impatient.â
You bit your lip with a sly smile but Joel quickly wiped it off your face when he took the condom off and asked,
âCan I slap your pretty pussy with my cock, sweetheart?â He gripped his cock at the base, squeezing it a little to postpone his climax and when you whispered a sultry âyesâ he slapped your clit with the tip of his throbbing length.
âOh my god, Joel!â you cried out with a jerk, looking up at him with your brows pulled together and eyes rolling back.
âYou like it?â He asked and when you nodded he started slapping your pulsating bud with his cock again and again until he saw some slick, seeping out of your clenching hole. He rubbed his red tip against it, coating his manhood with your juices, and began grinding it between your folds. His tip was bumping into your clit rhythmically and your taut muscles told him that you were close to your climax.
âCome for me, baby, please,â he asked softly and slapped your clit one more time. A jolt of pleasure made you shut your eyes and a loud moan escaped your lips. Wanting to prolong your orgasm and chasing his, Joel pressed his tip to your clit with his hand and started thrusting his cock, rubbing your twitching clit and at the same time massaging his whole length against your soft pussy and his own palm.
The overwhelming sensation, your sweet sounds and the sight of you coming in his bed made him explode and he began spurting creamy ropes of cum on your belly and sternum. He growled when a few drops landed on your bouncing breasts.
When you both stilled and the ecstasy started dissipating he sat down on his heels and watched you for a few seconds.
Joel wanted to remember that image- you, beautiful and satisfied, eyes shut, chest and belly heaving, was splayed on his bed, body glistening with sweat and cum. The happiness soon mixed with regret and the feeling of longing for more, wishing you were really truly his tightened his chest. But the reality was cruel. You didnât need a single father in your life, you were free and your whole life was ahead of you.
Your curious gaze interrupted his thoughts.
âWhat are you thinking about, Joel?â You asked with a warm smile.
âI'm thinking my bed has never looked better than now.â
Your smile turned into a grin and you started to sit up but Joel stopped you with a raised hand.
âLet me clean you up, sweetheart.â
He went to the bathroom to get a wet towel and then gently wiped away his cum off your skin.
Before you left, he hugged you, breathing in the scent of your hair one more time and you gave him a soft kiss on the cheek.
You kept seeing each other for another month. Joel preferred his place to hotels and whenever he had the house for himself and got enough spare money, he would text you. In his own home it was easier to imagine you as his girlfriend, or even wife. He knew that it wasnât healthy and he was getting a little delusional but it made him happy to think that you were his. If only in his dreams.
Sometimes Joel would literally dream about you. Heâd wake up hard, yearning for your touch, your lips on his body, your gentle fingers running through his hair. It was easy to imagine you there with him. His hand would pump his needy cock and the image of you behind his eyelids was enough to make him come, groaning into his pillow.
As time passed Joel got more confident in expressing his desires. The possibilities were endless and you always looked excited whenever he suggested trying something new.
Like the time your eyes glinted with mischief when he asked if he could edge you the next time. Just the idea of making you beg for a climax made him rock hard. So during your next session he had you tied to his bed, as you were whimpering and pleading for a release, a vibrator in his hand pressed to your puffy clit. Though he caved in quite fast and finished you off with his thick fingers massaging your core, his teasing made you squirt and Joel lapped it all up with the wildest eyes and an aching cock. You returned the favor by drinking him till the last drop after he shoved his cock down your throat keeping you in place with his hands clutching your hair.
He loved experimenting with you, loved being rougher. But more often he craved making love to you, wanted you softly purring under his big body, as his cock was buried deep inside your heat, your pussy fluttering around him. He still couldnât kiss you but your neck, your breasts, your cheeks were enough for him. Yet he couldnât deny itâ he was down bad for you.
âWhat is it, baby?â Joel asked you, pulling away from your neck that he was peppering with open mouth kisses a moment ago.
You were sitting on his lap, wearing a pretty summer dress and his only thought was to tear it off you but when his hands started roaming your body, you jerked and sniffed.
âNothing. Everythingâs ok, Joel,â you replied softly and nuzzled his neck. He knew something was wrong and you were hiding your pretty face. During the time he had known you, he learnt to read your body language and even feel your mood. So Joel stopped his ministrations immediately and kissed the top of your head.
âYou can tell me, sweetheart. If you want.â
For a few minutes, he was holding you in his arms, rubbing your forearm with his thumb. Finally you took a deep breath, not raising your head off his shoulder, and opened up.
âI had a session with a new client yesterday. It was horrible.â
As soon as he heard your soft voice, saying that, his insides burned.
âWho? What did he do to you?â
He took your chin between his fingers and tilted your head up to face him.
When he saw tears in your eyes, he immediately wanted to rip that asshole apart. But your expression told him that you needed him to be gentle, to be there with you and he wanted to give you that.
âHe was really degrading. Clients want it sometimes but it hadnât been discussed and the things he saidâ made me feel like a cheap hooker. He didnât hurt me though,â you added hastily but Joel saw that he had. Not physically but that fucker had made you really upset.
âI should talk some sense into the asshole. Can you give me his name?â
âNo, no,â you were shaking your head, âI canât. Itâs all confidential. Iâll get over it and wonât see him again of course.â
You took a deep breath before mumbling,
âIâm sorry for ruining the mood.â
Then you reached for his belt buckle but Joelâs hand stopped you and he placed your hands between his big palms.
âNo, youâre not in the mood. Itâs ok. Can we just cuddle?
âButâ I will be in a second. Iâm professional, Joel.â You shot him almost a fiery glance and pouted your lips.
âHey, baby, your client hereâ,â Joel pointed a thumb at himself with raised eyebrows and a sly smile, âwants to role play a big spoon tonight. Can we do that?â
âYouâre so kinkyâ, you said with a giggle and lay down on the bed. In a second he was holding you, his chest pressed to your back, his strong arms embracing you, giving you comfort.
He was semi hard and surely you noticed it. He felt the warmth of your skin through the thin material of your dress and it drove him insane but the way you flinched at his touch, your tears, your shaky voice told him you wanted him to just hold you. For the second time you fell asleep in his arms and he woke you up with a kiss on your soft cheek the next morning.
Another month passed. As weird as it might have sounded, you became a huge part of his life. He knew every crevice, every curve of your body, knew every hope and dream. He kissed every spot on you, except for your beautiful lips. He tasted them a million times in his imagination but with time it stopped being enough. So he decided to invite you to celebrate his birthday with his family and the closest friends and finally ask you out on a real date.
Joel was nervous when you stepped into his house that day. Tommy raised his eyebrows, surprised to see you there, but fortunately didnât ask or say anything. You seemed anxious as well at first, but after introducing you to everyone, Joel was happy to notice you chatting with the other guests, giggling with Sarah about something and when his daughter pulled you upstairs to show you her drawings, warmth spread in his chest. He was glad and relieved that you two got along. He wasnât looking for a mother for his child, he would never ask you to take such a responsibility, but it was important to him that you two could be friends.
Just before dessert you asked him if you could talk privately. Tommy gave Joel a wink, lips twisted in a smirk, when you two headed upstairs, and the older brother just rolled his eyes.
When you stepped into Joelâs bedroom, his cock twitched in his jeans. It was a Pavlovian reflex at this point. He was used to seeing you there naked, your gorgeous body wriggling in his bed, whimpers and moans escaping your mouth.
But Joel told himself to calm down when you came up to him with a serious expression on your pretty face.
âJoelâŠ,â you started and dropped your eyes, fumbling with your fingers.
âYes, baby?â His heart started pounding in his chest. Always calm and self assured you seemed really nervous and the change scared him. What if you decided to break off whatever weird relationship you two had, what ifâŠ
You interrupted his thoughts when you raised your face to him and a little shy smile tugged at your lips.
âI want to give you your birthday present.â
He opened his mouth to say that you hadnât have to do it, seeing you there was enough but he paused when you inched closer, your big sparkling eyes staring right into his soul. Then your gaze slid down to his lips and Joel seemed to stop breathing. He felt your palms on his forearms and then you slightly pressed your lips to his. They were barely there at first, hesitant, waiting for him to react.
He had been imagining that moment, dreaming of it for so long, so his hands immediately flew to your waist and he pressed his body closer to yours, welcoming your kiss with his whole being.
Joelâs lips started moving against yours, gently and slowly as if he was afraid to scare you away, to ruin the moment. But when he heard you sigh happily against him and your body relaxed into his, Joel wrapped his arms tightly around your torso. He wished that moment to last forever, wanted to never have to let you go.
His tongue brushed your lower lip, asking for permission to breach the last divide between you two, and you graced him by opening your mouth and letting him taste you fully. His tongue was caressing yours while his hands were gliding over your back. Then Joel gently cupped your cheek and tilted his head to give you the best kiss he could. You were so sweet and soft, so warm and lovely on his tongue and he didnât care that you could probably feel his cock swell against your belly. Your ability to make him hard in seconds was not a secret to the both of you and he bucked his hips against your body with a soft groan.
Joel felt your smile on his lips and playfully squeezed your ass cheeks.
You giggled, your mouth parting from his.
âHappy birthday, Joel,â you whispered, putting your head on his shoulder and nuzzling his neck.
âThank you for the best birthday present, baby.â
Joel kissed your forehead and you fluttered your eyes shut with a happy smile.
âSweetheart?â he called.
âYes.â
âWill you have dinner with me?â
You lifted your head and your eyes locked.
âLikeâ on a date?â
âYes.â
Your lips twisted into the widest grin heâd seen on you and you nodded.
âReally?â he asked, making sure that he was really that lucky, âFuck, I know Iâm not a catch. My life is chaotic and Iâm a single dad andâŠâ
âShh,â you placed your finger on his lips and said softly, âIâd love to date you, Joel Miller.â
Joel beamed at you and embraced you in a tight hug.
âI quit escort,â you murmured against his chest and Joel furrowed his brows.
âIs it because of me? Sweetheart, Iâd never ask you to quit your job. If you like it I wonât âŠâ
âI donât. I donât like it anymore. After that guy I realized I wanna do something else.â
âOk. Whatever you decide, baby,â he said and then added with a little smile, âI can still pay you though.â
You laughed at him and playfully punched his shoulder. âShut up, Joel.â
He took your face between his big palms, marveling at your beautiful face, and whispered, âYou know how to shut me up, baby.â
You smiled and pressed your lips to his.
Joel opened his eyes to see the early morning sun peeking through the blinds and your face twisted in pleasure just before his. He soon realized that your wet warm pussy was wrapped around his hard cock and you were slowly grinding against him, lying on your side, face to face, your leg thrown over his waist.
He moaned at the sudden pleasure and you noticed that he was up.
âIâm sorry for waking you up, honey. I justâ I wanted you so much I couldnât stop myself.â
You were breathing heavily and he wrapped his arms around your naked body and began rolling his hips, helping you to reach your high and chasing his.
âNever apologize for this, baby. I woke up in heaven thanks to you.â
You smiled and kissed him while his hand slithered between your slightly sweaty bodies and he slid his thumb between your folds to stroke your hardened clit. He was swallowing your moans and tried to get his own ecstatic growling under control, not wishing to wake up Sarah.
Soon you both exploded in each otherâs arms and Joel flooded your pussy with his warm cum while you were writhing and trembling with euphoria against him.
When your climax subsided, you rested your head on his shoulder. He was drawing patterns on your back until you lifted your head to give him one more kiss.
âSarah wanted pancakes for breakfast. Iâm gonna go make some batter,â you said, getting out of bed and putting on your robe.
âIâll help you. Be up in a minute.â
You smiled at him and bent over to give him a peck on the cheek but he swiftly pulled you back into his embrace, searching for your lips. You giggled and soon melted into his arms, while he was kissing you, passion and love in every stroke of his lips and tongue.
You were his, fully and completely, and all the fears evaporated when he realized that you were the final puzzle piece, missing from his life. He would do anything to make you happy.
âI love you,â Joel whispered against your lips.
âI love you too,â you murmured back.
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Part Four: "I promise, I'll make this right."
- the jjk men promising to be a better partner for you after they forget your anniversary.Â
final written part of this smau series.
Pt 1: Toji, Nanami, Geto, and Sukuna
update: gojo, shiu and choso here
contains: angst to comfort
a/n: AHHHHH FINALLY!!!! here's part one! sorry for any mistakes!
thank you so much for being patient. I appreciate it. <3
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TOJIÂ
Before you can even knock on the door to Tojiâs house, it flies open. Five year-old Megumi drops his dog plushie and rushes to hug your legs, his body shaking as he looks up at you with teary eyes. âWhereâd you go? I was scared that you werenât coming back.âÂ
âAw, Gumi,â you sigh, reaching down to pick him up so you could hug him closer to you. âIâm sorry, honey.âÂ
âPlease donât leave,â he whimpers between sniffles. âMe, Tsumiki and Papa would be so sad. Heâs already sad. He was crying yesterday.âÂ
You knew it. You thought your mind was playing tricks on you when Toji came to see you yesterday, but you heard correctlyâhe was crying. Your heart aches at the utter fear in Megumiâs voice, and the way heâs clinging to you, like heâs certain that youâd disappear if he didnât. You had greatly underestimated how much you meant to him.
âMegs?! You canât just open the door for anyone! Itâs dangerousââ Toji gasps when he comes downstairs and sees you there, holding Megumi and comforting him. He stands there frozen, eyes wide with disbelief.Â
One look at his eyes confirms what you heard last night. They were a little red and slightly puffy.
âSweetheart,â you whisper to the boy in your arms, âI need to talk to your dad, alright? Why donât you head back inside?âÂ
He nods, and you set him on his feet. âSorry, Papa,â he mutters to Toji as he uses his sleeve to wipe his eyes.Â
Toji smiles softly at him and ruffles his spiky hair. âItâs okay.âÂ
Once Megumi is inside, you and Toji stand next to each other on the porch. You think about what lifeâs been like the last few days. The anger, the arguing. The hurt. Perhaps this was the hardest partâaccepting that you canât keep pretending that everything is alright, no matter how much you love Toji.Â
A warm, comforting hand intertwined with yours, and it shakes you from your thoughts. âWe have to talk about this,â Toji starts. âI canât let this happen.âÂ
You exhale. âToji.âÂ
âI do not care what needs to be done. Iâll do it,â he says, his voice thick with determination.
You glare at him. âI meant it when I said that Iâm tired.âÂ
âAnd I meant it when I said that Iâm not letting you walk away,â he bites back, then takes a small, shaky breath. âYes, I was crying yesterday,â he admits. âI was crying because youâre considering leaving me, and it terrifies me so much more than I thought it does. Treating you like you donât matter to me by always hanging out with my friends, along with forgetting our anniversary is such a shitty thing to do, and I know that thereâs nothing I can do or say to undo that.â He then squeezes your hand gently, desperately. âBut Iâm going to try to make it right by keeping my promise to you and being a better man for you.âÂ
You want to say something, but your eyes pool with tears, so you face the ground instead. Itâs so frustrating. You want this to work. You love him, and walking away from him will destroy you, but you also didnât know if it could work. What if he chooses his friends again? What if he continues forgetting you? What if none of this is worth it andâ
âLook at me.â His voice is soft, yet firm.
You shake your head.Â
âBaby, please, look at me.âÂ
You muster the strength to meet his eyes, and his thumbs tenderly swipe underneath yours to wipe away the tears. âIâm sorry,â he whispers, slightly leaning forward so your foreheads are touching. âIâm so sorry. I swear to you, Iâll never do this shit to you again.â
Youâre quiet for a while, then you tell him, âIf it does happen again, then Iâm done.âÂ
âDeal.âÂ
He pulls you to him, and you feel his body relaxing into yours. When you hear him sniffle, you begin to pull back, but he only holds you tighter. Heâs crying again, and he doesnât want you to see. âNo,â he tells you in a quivering whisper. âJust let me hold you for a minute.âÂ
âToji-âÂ
âI wouldnât know what to do with myself if you disappeared. Not to mention figure out a way to break it down to Megumi and Tsumiki.â At the mention of his kids, he sniffles again. âEspecially Megumi. Fuck, if you left, I donât think heâd ever forgive me, or smile again. You make him so happy and comfortable.âÂ
You let him take his time, and relax your head on his shoulder. Once heâs calm again, he pulls away to look at you. âGive me a day to find a new restaurant for our anniversary, and find a babysitter for the kids. Then, I have a surprise for you.â
âA surprise?âÂ
âYes. Iâm going all out to make this up to you. Youâre crazy if you think all youâre getting is a dinner after I fucked up this badly.â
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NANAMI
Though you were super upset with him, you still dreamed of Kento. You dreamed of hefty, detailed conversations that werenât rushed, long walks along the sandy beaches of Malaysia, private moments that had no chance of being interrupted, and plenty of time to do nothing at all.Â
When you awoke from your dreams and remembered that he made the decision to spend his only free moment with Shoko and not you on your anniversary, your heart ached brutally within your chest. Is this how it was going to be forever? Are you going to spend your entire relationship wishing to be with him rather than actually spending time with him?Â
You know that you have to talk to him; youâre just unsure of what youâre going to say. A part of you has accepted that Kento Nanami is simply too busy for a relationship with you, and that heâd rather spend his limited free time relaxing.Â
You sit in your car, which is parked outside of the house that you and Kento share. Maybe it was best for you two to split ways. You could break the news, then move out within a month. You have plenty of money in your savings, and resources to help you find a new place fast.Â
Okay, you think to yourself. Time to go. You exit your car, then walk in towards the front door, your hands shaking while reaching for your keys. When you finally unlock the door and step inside, you stop in your tracks. The living room of your house is beautifully decorated with red and gold balloons and streamers, and thereâs rose petals sprinkled on the floor. On the table, thereâs a massive, luxurious bouquet of roses in a glass vase, and a box of chocolate covered fruit next to it. Thereâs also various gift bags neatly arranged on the couch and the floor.Â
You expected this.Â
âLove, is that you?â You hear Kentoâs voice come from the kitchen, and then he appears in the doorway, his shoulders slumping when he sees you. Heâs holding another gift bag, and it looks like he was getting ready to place it with the rest.Â
âKento, I-âÂ
âNo, sweetheart, please.â He sighs, then walks over to you. âPlease allow me to explain myself.âÂ
âThereâs nothing that needs to be explained. You missed our anniversary.âÂ
He grabs your hand when you start walking in the other direction. âAnd Iâm so sorry for it. Iâm extremely disappointed in myself for missing the dinner you had planned. I promise-âÂ
âYeah, thatâs the thing, Kento. You keep promising, but you never deliver on those promises!â You snap, whirling around to face him. âYou promise me that youâre going to work less so we can spend time together, but you never do. You promise me that things are going to change, but they never do. You promised me one night, which was all I wanted, and you missed it. I took care of everything else so all you had to do was just show up, but even that was too much for you!âÂ
Kento goes quiet, his honey brown eyes full of desperation as he squeezes your hand gently. âI know,â he says softly. âYouâre right. Iâve made promises, and I never delivered. Itâs incredibly selfish to ask for more when youâve already given so much without me returning any of it. It got so bad to the point where you believe that asking for one night is asking for too much, even though you deserve far more than that. I understand all of it, love, and I know why you feel like a break-up is the only option, but⊠I canât let you go. Iâd be so lost without you. Keeping you requires change, and Iâm going to change things, starting now, if you grant me another chance.â
When you donât answer, he continues, âYouâve been gone for so long. I spent hours sitting here, right on this couch, waiting for you to walk through the door. I was beginning to think that you wouldnât. I felt sick, and I couldnât sleep. I donât want to get used to you not being here anymore. I donât want to live a life where youâre not here by my side. I love you. Iâm so sorry for taking you for granted. I have a lot to prove to you, and if you give me another chance, Iâll do it, no matter how long it might take. I won your heart once, and Iâll win it again.âÂ
Youâre still quiet, but Kento doesnât press you. Instead, he brings your hand to his mouth and places a light kiss on it. âI have two months off,â he says softly. âCome to Malaysia with me.âÂ
That surprises you. You blink in shock, then meet his eyes. âWhat??? Is two months even possible? But Kento, what about your job? Isnât there something big happening in Shibuya?âÂ
âI told Yaga that I needed time off, so I got unassigned from that. Since I have had plenty of PTO earned over the years, itâs no problem,â he says simply, then gestures to the room full of presents. âGifts mean nothing when what you crave the most is time with me. So, I want to give you that, like I shouldâve done so long ago. Come to Malaysia with me, and Iâll earn you back there. Just me and you. No sorcerer stuff, no students, no interruptions.âÂ
âBut-âÂ
âSweetheart.â His voice is slightly shaky. âI always keep saying how Iâd be spending more time with you after just one more mission.â His eyes drift downward. âBut as a sorcerer, thereâs no guarantee that Iâll come home every single time. There might be a mission where I donât make it back, and Iâll regret all of the time I didnât get to spend with you.âÂ
Your heart suddenly feels heavy. You hate talking about this stuff with him. You canât imagine getting a phone call and hearing that he died on a mission. However, heâs right. There isnât a guarantee, and you would be stupid to think that there is.Â
He strokes your cheek tenderly, and it pulls you back to reality. âCome with me,â he says. âLet it be the start of me not only making this up to you, but also changing like I talked about earlier.âÂ
Time alone, completely uninterrupted. Itâs all you ever wanted. You know that it would take time to return to good terms, but like he said, itâs a start.Â
âOkay,â you say, and he sighs in relief before pulling you into his arms. âThank you,â he whispers. âI promise, I wonât mess this up.â
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GETO
Shoko lightly taps your shoulder, and it snaps you from your daydream. You look up at her, and she takes the cold cup of coffee from your arms. âYouâre spaced out,â she says. âItâs obvious that youâre not going to drink this.âÂ
âSorry,â you mumble.Â
âDonât apologize. These last few days have been hard for you.â Shoko disposes of the coffee, then begins washing the mug. âHave you talked to him since?âÂ
âNo.âÂ
âWell, what are you thinking?âÂ
For the millionth time, you reread the last few messages between you and Suguru. He was right about you not trusting him, and it seemed like he took accountability for his actions. However, youâre still hurt. You think youâre going to be hurt about this for a very, very long time. Just thinking about how you spent a while at the restaurant anxiously checking the time, waiting for him to show up, has you falling silent again.Â
âHey,â Shoko sighs as she rubs your back. âItâs alright if you donât know right now. You might have an answer when you see him-âÂ
A sudden knock at the door has both of you straightening up. Your eyebrows furrow, and you point towards the door. âDid you text him?âÂ
âNo. I was just about to ask you that,â she says.Â
You two approach the door, and you hear voices coming from the other side of it.Â
âSatoru, this is a bad idea. She said that she-âÂ
âLalalalala! Iâm not listening!âÂ
âSatoru.âÂ
âLook, I donât care! You shouldâve done this days ago after forgetting the damn anniversary, dumbass. Me, Nanako, and Mimiko are tired of listening to you cryinâ in the shower.âÂ
Shoko facepalms. âIdiots. Both of them.â She opens the door, and Satoru grins, his blue eyes glimmering from behind his glasses. âWell, look who it is!âÂ
Suguru, your boyfriend, is nervously scratching the back of his head. You can tell he wants to say something, but doesnât know what. Shoko looks over at you, and you nod that itâs okay. She nods in return, then pokes Satoruâs chest. âCâmon, letâs walk up the street to the bakery and give them a minute.âÂ
âYes!â Satoru cheers, then waves at you before shoving Suguru inside and closing the door to Shokoâs apartment behind him.Â
Suguru groans in annoyance. âIâm sorry. I know you needed time, but that asshole teleported us here before I could even-âÂ
âItâs okay,â you tell him as you sit on the couch. Half a minute later, he hesitantly sits next to you, relaxing into the cushion when he sees that you donât move away from him.Â
âAngel,â he starts, and like always, your heart jumps at the nickname. âIâm so sorry that I did this to you.âÂ
You wave him off. âSuguru, youâve apologized enough.â
âNo, youâre saying that because youâre drained. Thereâs no way I can apologize enough for missing our anniversary. I donât blame you for being upset or for contemplating a break-up. Anyone would. Thatâs why I told you that Iâm willing to earn your trust back. Itâs going to take a lot, and Iâm okay with that, if youâre willing to give me another chance.âÂ
âBut what if this is nothing but a waste of time?â You ask.Â
He sits up, determined. âIt wonât be. I wonât let this happen again.â When you donât reply, he places his hand on top of yours. âI missed you. Every day, Nanako and Mimiko asked about you. Our little home isnât the same without you there. Iâm so sorry that I missed your dinner. If you give me another chance, Iâll do better.â
Without even knowing, you lace your fingers with his. Though youâre mad at him, youâve also missed him. But, you miss the Suguru who spent so much time with you towards the beginning of your relationship. You wondered if youâd ever see him again.Â
âHey.â You look towards Suguru, and he brushes his thumb over yours. âYou know that I wonât force or pressure you,â he says calmly, even though his voice shakes. âI messed up badly and hurt you. If you truly want to end this, I understand, but-âÂ
âSuguru,â you cut him off loudly. âI just want my boyfriend to choose me as often as he chooses his friends. It feels like you only consider me when theyâre not available, and it got so bad that you forgot our anniversary.âÂ
âAnd Iâll do that, and so much more,â he says firmly. âI know that I promised you before to spend more time with you. Thereâs so much that I need to make up to you.âÂ
More promises. Though youâre hopeful, youâre also nervous.Â
âIf I mess up this badly again, Iâll let you go. I wonât argue, I wonât fight it,â he proposes.Â
âAlright,â you mumble. âOne chance.âÂ
âAll I need. Thank you.â Suguru carefully grabs your wrist, then tugs you into his arms. You breathe in his scent, and your body settles comfortably into his.Â
âDonât make me regret this, Suguru Geto.âÂ
âI wonât. Now come on, I have some promises to keep.â
You text Shoko that youâre locking up her apartment when you and Suguru leave, then you let Suguru take you outside.
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SUKUNA
Itâs well after midnight when you return to Sukunaâs estate. You walk the familiar hallways until you find your way to the garden. You sit on the dewy grass, and exhale slowly, enjoying the night air.Â
You donât go looking for him. You know that heâll sense you here and come find you.Â
The tiny bursts of light get your attention. Fireflies. He was right, they are out. You were surprised when Ryomen Sukuna told you that he remembered your love for them. After he forgot your anniversary, you were convinced that he just simply didnât care about you, especially when he said that he only remembered things that were important to him.Â
Suddenly, the air around you thickens as you sense his presence. Heâs here.Â
âYouâre back,â Sukuna says from behind you. He sounds a bit uncertain.Â
âNo point in staying out forever,â you reply flatly.Â
He doesnât respond. He joins you on the ground, and you feel him watching you closely. You stare at the ground, your fingers lightly stroking the blades of grass.Â
âBut if I did decide to stay away,â you start, still facing the grass, âwould you have let me go?âÂ
âNot if there was a possibility of earning another chance.âÂ
You finally look up at him, and before you can say another word, he gently puts a finger to your lips. âYou are here, so Iâd rather not waste time talking about hypothetical situations where you are not here.â
You shrug, then look away again. Truthfully, you didnât know what to expect when coming back here. The King of Curses was anything but an easy partner to have a relationship with. You didnât know why you, a mere sorcerer, loved him, but you did; so much and so deeply that it hurt to breathe sometimes. You know that he sees nearly everyone beneath him, but you thought that he at least respected you enough to show up for the dinner you planned. Maybe youâre foolish for returning.
âI hated every second that you were gone,â he says. Usually, Sukuna doesnât admit to anything like that. It feels nice hearing it. âThis place is so quiet without you.âÂ
A breeze blows in the garden, and itâs chilly enough to make you shiver and wrap your arms around yourself. Sukuna uses an arm to pull you closer, and you settle into his warm body with a small, relieved sigh. Your back falls against his chest, and you feel his chin rest atop your head.Â
âThere is something I havenât told you,â he mutters.
âWhat is it?âÂ
âA year ago, right here in this spot, I realized that it was love.â Your eyes slightly widen, but you donât stop him. âYou were watching the fireflies and explaining some memories you had about them from your childhood. So simple and so harmless, yet it felt like my entire soul had shifted when I finally figured it out. Then it hit me again when I watched you play with Yuuji in the rain, then once more when I held your hand while you slept. It also hit me when you left, and I spent the last few nights feeling your soul tremble as you cried, knowing that I caused it.âÂ
Sukuna gives your shoulder a little squeeze, then fully wraps his arms around you. âPerhaps if I had told you these discoveries of mine the moment I had them,â he explains, âthen you would have never questioned your importance. You have no idea how much you mean because I have not told you. That, in addition to this situation, is my fault.â
Something within you cracks, and a new wave of tears rush to your eyes. You blink them away, deciding that youâve cried enough in the last few days.Â
âForgive me, petal,â he whispers. âI know you believe that I missed the dinner you planned on purpose so I could hurt you, but that is not true. It will never happen again. You have my word.â
When you tilt your head up to look up at him, youâre met with his gorgeous, crimson eyes. Your king was evil, no doubt, but you always believed that he was the most beautiful being youâve ever laid your eyes on. You nod once, and he presses a kiss to your forehead.Â
âCome with me,â he tells you.Â
âWhere are we going?âÂ
He stands up, then lifts you into his arms. âYou need to rest, and I would like for you to do so with me so I can have you close. Then tomorrow, I will begin to make this up to you, like I promised.â As he carries you inside, you rest your head against his shoulder. âHappy anniversary, petal.âÂ
Finally, you smile. âHappy anniversary, Ryomen.â
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Love and Deepspace men x fem!reader slightly unhinged HCs
I started Love and Deepspace yesterday so please have my slightly unhinged HCs for the men so far. And minors donât you dare interact
Part 2
Rafayel
Heâs a biter. Leaves you covered in marks from your neck all the way down your thighs.
Plans a date where heâs laid out a huge canvas on the floor of his studio, puts your fave color paint on your hands and his favorite color on his hands, plus several globs of the two colors across the canvas, and then proceeds to have the wildest three rounds of sex on that canvas as it gets progressively more covered in paint. Sells the painting for 6 figures a few weeks later and uses it as an excuse that you need to make more of them.
Tells you his best masterpiece is painting your body with his cumâgot really into it once and dipped the paint brush into your cunt to collect his cum and then painted it across your breasts
Has a secret sketch book thatâs nothing but pictures of you. Lots of them are of you sleeping when he can study your features but thereâs still quite a few he drew from memory.
Made you lay down naked with your legs spread and be still so he could draw the most detailed image of your pussy you could possibly imagine. Itâs his personal fave that no one besides him will ever see.
Sees shibari as a beautiful art form and likes to practice with youâhas a whole album in his phone just of pics of you tied up all pretty for him
Rarely gets soft in a serious way, he much prefers the teasing back and forth you two usually have.
Xavier
Heâs definitely broken into your room Edward Cullen style and watched you sleep
His favorite dates are taking you into the forest at night to watch the stars and moon together. Bonus points if you come across a wanderer and get to fight together.
Clingy after you become his, always wants to be touching you and doesnât let you out of his sight (and yes that means sometimes heâs following you but itâs just because youâre brave and reckless and he worries)
When he eats you out, he holds both your hands in his for you to hold on to and does it with no handsâmakes you cum more times on his tongue than you could fathom (and yes, heâs eating you for his pleasure)
Downloaded a tracker into your watch so he can know where you are at all times
Gets horny when he watches you fight and has def pulled you aside during a mission for a quickie in which you end up having your cunt stuffed with cum for the remainder of the mission
Such a cuddler but like a cat where he only wants to cuddle if he wants toâfalls asleep nearly instantly in your arms like the cute sleepyhead he is
Zayne
Finds it so cute the first time he comes to your apartment and sees all the little snow creatures heâd made you sitting in a windowsill together. Makes you so many more after that. Sends you a bouquet of flowers made from his ice too (#Elsa)
Has food delivered to you at lunch on days he knows youâre super busy so you donât forget to eat since you often forget to take care of yourself (he doesnât mind too much since he likes that you let him take care of you)
Prefers kisses over hugs, except when heâs sad because of a patient (then he likes the warm comfort of your hugs)
Moves his glasses to the top of his head and rubs the bridge of his nose when he gets really stressed
Brings you a mild painkiller after blowing your back out, a smug but tiny smile on his lips, and tells you, âI was a bit rough so humor me and take this medicine. I donât want you in excess pain because of me.â
Loves when you want to lay on his chest when heâs reading through cases and medical journals at night. Heâll read them out loud until you fall asleep and then finish them quietly as you snore softly into his chest
Calls you before a difficult surgery because your voice instantly calms him down
Into bondageâspecifically he likes to tie you up so you canât escape when he starts to overstimulate you. He really canât help it, you just make such pretty noises for him when he gets you to that point that he has to keep going
Tags: @adaurielle @luffysprincess @seraphofthesimps
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enhypen x gn!reader | vulnerable moments
enhypen showing vulnerability in your relationship genre. fluff, some angst, hcs + established relationship cw. none!
heeseung
your boyfriend nearly laughed in your face when you suggested to give him a bath. âiâm not 80â he drawled, causing you to roll your eyes. heeseung had been complaining about his body being a bit sore so you wanted to help him feel a bit better.
âlet me take care of youâŠyou never do.â you pouted, pushing heeseung in the direction of the bathroom.
âis this just a plot to get me to take my clothes o-â you shut the door in his face, telling him to get undressed. you had already prepared the bath tub for him, knowing that even though he would probably protest at first, you would get him in there somehow.
once heeseung called you back in, you giggled at the sight of him surrounded by bubbles. he looked relaxed, despite fighting the idea before.
when you knelt down next to the tub, you began to run soap over his body. you stopped to massage his shoulders a bit and heeseung hummed with content.
âdidnât know i was at a spa today.â heeseung joked, causing you to pinch his side. he yelped and turned his body to face you, a shocked expression on his face.
âshush, hee.â you giggled, turning him back around to continue washing him. after you were done, you handed heeseung a towel and walked out of the bathroom to give him privacy. for the rest of the night, you decided to pamper him. even doing his skincare which heeseung appreciated very much. he relaxed into your touch, smiling up at you as you applied lotion to his face.
âi love you alot, you know?â heeseung spoke up before placing a light kiss on your hand. you smiled back at him.
âi love you too.â
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jay
âwhy do you always act that way around him?â you sighed, facing your boyfriend who looked just as upset as you were. the two of you had come back to jayâs apartment after meeting up with some friends, one of them being a guy that jay didnât like. he claimed that your friend actually had a crush on you, he may have been right but at the moment you were too upset to care.
âit doesnât matter if he likes me or not, im dating you!â you exclaimed, tired of the argument that wasnât going anywhere. jay was fuming, pacing back and forth across the kitchen floor.
âit does matter! what if you see how great he is after hanging out with him so much? what if you see how much better he could be for you than i am.â he replied, his voice cracking a bit. all anger you once had suddenly vanished and instead you felt sad. jay was jealous, sure, but only because he hadnât felt secure in your relationship.
you wordlessly walk over to jay before wrapping your arms around him into a hug. he immediately reciprocates, not being able to stay mad at you for very long.
âsometimes i feel like iâm not good enough for you.â he mumbles, his grip still firm around your waist. you pull away slightly to look at his handsome face, smiling at him reassuringly.
âyouâre more than enough. youâre everything to me, jay, please donât ever forget that.â
jake
jake was sure he was in heaven, his head resting on your stomach as your fingers ran through his hair. jake let out a few low hums, his eye closed as he basked in the feeling of having you with him. the boy was fully relaxed and completely at your mercy, but he was comfortable. jake always felt comfortable around you, enough to even let you baby him a bit.
âyouâre so tired, huh? had a long day?â you asked softly, your voice nearly a whisper but your tone was as if you were speaking to a small animal. jake knew his friends would have a a laugh if they saw him like that, responding to your words as if he werenât a fully grown 21 year old.
âmhm.â he hummed in response, snuggling his head impossibly deeper into your hoodie, the one that smelled like your sweet perfume that he adored so much.
sunghoon
you walked into your boyfriendâs room, expecting him to be sleeping or playing a game on his computer. you didnât expect to see him simply staring out his window, playing with his hands idly.
âsunghoon?â you broke the silence, causing your boyfriend to look at you with a sad expression. you immediately rushed over to him, sitting next to the boy on his bed.
âwhat happened?â you ask, brushing a loose strand of hair away from his eye. sunghoon takes a deep breath before explaining everything to youâ how drained he was, how at times he felt as if he wasnât good at what he did. he poured out his heart to you, telling you exactly how he felt. he suddenly became choked up, his eyes watering with unshed tears. and then, sunghoon began to cry.
you froze, not knowing how to react considering that you had never seen your boyfriend cry before. he tried to cover his face, but the way his shoulders shook and the sounds of soft cries filling the room showed that he was truly upset. the sight broke your heart and you immediately pulled sunghoon into your chest. he wrapped his arms around your waist, crying into your shirt.
âitâs okay, itâll be okay.â you mumbled softly as you ran your hands through sunghoonâs hair to comfort him.
sunoo
towards the beginning of your relationship, sunoo had been very hesitant with affection. you two would hold hands and exchange soft kisses, but he hadnât been one for cuddling and long hugs.
one day, to your surprise, sunoo decided that he wanted to be extra close to you. the two of you were resting on the couch watching a movie and you had decided to lay down. sunoo laid down behind you, wrapping his arms around your waist burying his face into your neck. you tensed at the sudden action, not expecting your boyfriend to cuddle you. sunoo thought you were uncomfortable and went to pull away.
âno! you can stay like that- i was just shocked thatâs all.â you spoke up, placing his arms back around your waist.
âim sorry that i havenât been as affectionate.â sunoo sighed, tightening his hold around your waist. you smiled and pushed yourself further into him, feeling warm and comforted in his embrace.
âdonât apologize, sun. i love you regardless.â
jungwon
jungwon appearing at the doorframe of your dark room did scare you a bit. he had just stood there quietly, similar to horror movie characters before they attack their victim.
âyou okay?â you asked your boyfriend before sitting up from your bed and turning on the small bedside lamp. a frown was evident on jungwonâs face, his eyes glossy.
ânot really.â he tried to crack a smile, which looked like more of a grimace. you extended your arms, a silent invitation for jungwon to join you. the boy slowly trudged over to your bed, plopping himself down on the mattress, half of his body ontop of yours.
jungwon explained everything to you, how he felt and how his mental health had been affected recently due to his stress. you listened attentively, letting him rant to you, even if some of his words became a jumbled mess. as soon as he was finished speaking, he slumped into your body, the weight of his bottled up feelings had finally been released.
you ran your hand across his back and held him close, feeling happy that he decided to open up to you. during your relationship so far you had never had such talks with jungwon. but it seemed as if you were turning over a new leaf.
riki
he just couldnât take his eyes off you. you were so gorgeous, adorable, prettyâ any similar word riki could think of. you looked up at your boyfriend, dropping the lego piece that you were holding in your hand. usually riki looked away when he caught you staring, but this time he met your gaze.
âwhat?â you asked sharply, not meaning for it to come out that way but you suddenly felt self conscious due to his eye contact. riki didnât take your tone to heart, simply shrugging his shoulders.
âi love you.â he mumbled, still looking at you from across the set of legos you were both building. you paused, your stomach exploding with butterflies.
âi love you a lot and you mean everything to me. i know i probably donât say it often, but i just wanted you to know. i hope to be by your side for a long time.â riki added on, suddenly becoming shy and looking away. you smiled before crawling over to riki and pulling him into a hug. the boy had never been so open with you before but you appreciated it greatly.
âi love you too, ki. i promise to be by your side for a very long time.â you replied, pulling back slightly and holding your pinky out. riki looked down at your hand and chuckled before linking his pinky with yours.
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â.Ë áĄŁđ© â â skz and the reason you aren't together !
âș đč . genre: angst
âș đč . a/n: i loveee me some angst so i hope you'll enjoy! <3 seungmin's part is slightly longer because i wrote it for my beloved keisy @starlostseungmin <3
đà§Â chan đৠ- he chose work over pursuing his feelings for you.
He knows how you feel about him, and you know how he feels about you. Things couldnât be simpler.
But in reality, things were more complicated than ever. Yes, Chan did in fact confess, but with the same breath he also told you this could never go any further.
You were devastated, confused and sad, not understanding what was going on through that bright mind of his.
You liked each other, you both wanted this â so, what was the issue?
It wasnât you, it could never be. It was him, as always.
He was too busy, his job too demanding to leave any room for you and the precious feelings youâve developed for him.
Chan felt like he didnât deserve your love, because he could never be there for you in the way you needed a boyfriend to be.
He could never be there every morning when you woke up, kiss you goodbye each time you left the house or greet you with a big hug when you returned. He just couldnât, too caught up in work to even notice the hours tick by.
You didnât deserve an absent lover, one that could not put you first.
No matter how much he cared, how much his whole being longed for you, his job would always be his main priority. Then, his seven brothers. While you, would end up being third on his list.
It pained him to admit it, and even more so admit it to you but since he respected you so much, you deserved nothing but the truth.
This information crushed you, every word that left his mouth a stone that contributed to the mountain you were quickly getting buried under.
âBut I love you.â
He shook his head, brown curls getting into glossy eyes. âI love you too, but we â I, canât.â
At the end, just as you were preparing to depart his studio, he stood up. Without thinking, you hugged tightly, aware this would be the last time before things would change forever.
âPlease donât be sad because of me.â
How could you not? How did he expect you to not mourn the beautiful relationship you could have had, if only he wasnât so against it?
If only he would have chosen you.
đà§Â minho đৠ- because he broke up with you.
Yeah, pro idol Minho ended your relationship on a random Thursday night, taking everyone but most importantly you, by complete surprise.
âLetâs break up.â
You canât believe your ears, especially since youâre in his house, eating the food he just prepared for the both of you, in his kitchen while wearing one of his shirts.
Nothing was amiss, nothing even prompted it. Things have been going great in your relationship â there was no recent argument or disagreement that could explain his sudden decision.
Blames it on his work and his hectic schedule, trying to appear as detached and unaffected as he possibly could. But you know better; you see it all.
The way his fist clenches over the dish rag, how his eyes wonât meet yours even for a split second. This isnât something he wants to do, not in the slightest. Yet, here he is, breaking both of your hearts for a reason he doesnât even bother revealing.
It stings in the worst way possible, even more so when you stand up to hug him and he just puts a hand up, stopping you in your tracks.
âPlease, Y/n. Donât make this harder for me.â
Tears well up in your eyes and thatâs when he looks away, slumping against the counter as a sniff reaches his ears. Heâs gripping the wood with such force youâre afraid it might actually snap.
âWhy are you doing this? Whatâs going on?â
But Minho doesnât respond, not even as you start crying and begging him to talk to you, to tear down the wall he suddenly plopped right between you two in your relationship.
Heâs so close, mere inches away, but his heart that belonged to you, that always responded to yours, is suddenly grabbed harshly out of your hands and shipped away to an unknown destination.
âMinho.â You sniff, not hiding your tears or the pain thatâs slowly ripping your heart to pieces and letting them fall all the way down to your stomach, trying to escape from the torture. Because even the idea of not having him in your life was pure torture.
âI think you should go.â
He walks past you, head hung low as he throws the dish rag on the table without saying anything else, putting an end to the conversation. An end to your relationship. Throwing it all away like the time spent together meant absolutely nothing to him.
Like it was the easiest thing in the world.
But it wasnât, not like heâd ever let see you the way he broke down as you slammed the front door shut, walking out of his life for good. Even if you didnât agree, it was better this way.
Your life was better, and happier, without him in it. Thatâs what he kept murmuring to himself as he slid to the ground, against his bedroom door, crying while clutching his chest, afraid his heart might stop beating.
It was all for the better.
đà§Â changbin đৠ- is already in a relationship.
The most stupid thing you can ever do in this lifetime is fall in love with someone whoâs already in love with another.
Not only is he in love, heâs also in relationship thatâs been going on for three beautiful years.
The thing is, you havenât always had feelings for Changbin.
It was weird, really. For the longest time now, he was just your bubbly co-worker who laughed so loud the whole department could hear him. The mood maker of the company.
It happened on the annual Christmas party, where you drunk a little too much as you were nursing a broken heart after your ex dumped you out of the blue.
The whole world was spinning but you were happy â happier than youâve been in months.
Noticing you could barely stand, Changbin ever the gentleman, offered to drive you home.
You complained and complained but after some more convincing from him, Changbin managed to coax you onto the passenger seat of his sports car.
You were silent the whole ride but as he parked on your driveway, he gasped, worriedly grasping your hands and exclaiming about the tears on your cheeks. You didnât even notice you were crying.
But thatâs when the dam broke and it all came to the surface, tears flowing freely down your face and neck as you sobbed, telling Changbin everything from beginning to end.
And he listened, holding your hands and nodding when appropriate, offering you the occasional sip of water or a tissue to wipe your face, not interrupting once.
His heart broke for you, unaware his mere presence was already working on mending yours.
The next morning, you almost didnât show up to work as you remembered everything, how you made a fool out of yourself in front of everyone but especially Changbin. But something pushed you to do so.
As you arrived, a care basket was on your desk, accompanied by a little note with a crooked smiley face and then, he appeared, doing the exact same expression.
And you laughed, wholeheartedly. And you continued to do so as you began taking your lunch breaks together, working side by side and even taking turns on driving the other home.
Falling for him was inevitable, but you didnât mind, all warm and fuzzy on the inside as the heart your ex broke was anew.
That is, until you met her. You and Changbin became so close that he couldnât help but want to introduce you to his other half, the woman who loved him unconditionally that knew a little too much about you.
And just like that, your heart shattered once again, the pieces so tiny they were easily blown away in the wind, leaving behind a big whole were all of your love once resided. How could you be so stupid to believe someone could ever love you again?
đà§Â hyunjin đৠ- you found out he was in love with someone else.
Plain and simple, as heartbreaking as it sounds.
Let me paint this picture: you two are best friends, each otherâs safe places. You always talk about everything and anything with one another, feeling comfortable to share even your darkest secrets.
Because of that, you genuinely thought he might even reciprocate your feelings at some point.
But one day, as youâre both hanging out at your house, watching a movie, all of the hope and daydreams you held in your heart for a happy ending with him just get crushed.
He suddenly dumps this new information on you while heâs casually munching on some popcorn, watching the couple on the screen confess their love for each other like your heart didnât just stop beating.
Youâre so taken aback that you stop breathing for a moment, looking at him with wide eyes.
For some strange reason, Hyunjin doesnât meet your gaze even as it goes silent between you two and your eyes keep burning holes into the side of his head.
Only when you finally tear your gaze away, eyes glossy as you try to murmur encouraging words does he finally turn to you.
His breath hitches in his throat at the sight but other than that, he doesnât comment on it.
The whole ordeal feels like a slap in the face, hurting more than any physical injury youâve ever sustained but, itâs not like you could blame anyone but yourself for it. Youâve missed your chance and now, Hyunjin was going to be in a happy relationship with someone else.
So, as expected from any best friend put in that situation, you say through gritted teeth.
âYou should confess.â
Hyunjin searches your face for any sign of discomfort and finds many â but, as expected, doesnât say anything, just looks away and nods slowly. Like he just canât maintain eye contact for more than five seconds at a time.
And thatâs the end of it. The whole vibe changes, now uncomfortable and cold and itâs clear that neither of you is paying any attention to the movie anymore.
But he still remains till the end, and when the credits start rolling, you stand up first and bid him goodnight without your usual warm smile or departing embrace before sprinting up the stairs to your room.
His heart squeezes painfully in his chest as your door slams shut, the tears in your eyes bringing him unexplainable sorrow.
And as he leaves your apartment that night, down in the dumps, you know things between you have changed forever.
Because thatâs the last time you and Hyunjin talk.
đà§Â jisung đৠ- he hasnât confessed yet.
Jisung has liked you for a while now but for some reason, every time he wanted to take that leap of faith and finally confess, something always came up.
You were interrupted, plans had to be cancelled or you were simply too busy to even talk to each other.
It was driving him insane, especially when heâd spot you at an event surrounded by people he felt he couldnât push through, missing his chance at your attention every time.
He felt forced to watch you from the sidelines, a background character in your life that would never get his moment to shine.
You were friends, but he often felt he cared about you more than you cared about him and it was tearing him apart.
Each time you smiled or laughed at one of his jokes, everything around him disappeared as time seemed to come to a stop, making you look even more beautiful. Which was a hard thing to do since you were already perfect in his eyes.
His insecurities and crippling fear of rejection were literally ruining his life, preventing him from experiencing the love story heâs been yearning for.
Jisung was good at hiding his feelings from you, but sometimes, he slipped up.
Like that time, he held your waist for a little too long, or guided your hands over the piano keys like it was the most natural thing in the world. Those moments when he wasnât overly conscious, when he got lost in the moment, were your favorite.
You see, in his mission to prevent you from discovering how insanely in love he was with you, Jisung managed to make you believe the opposite. That he hated you. Okay, maybe not hate, just strongly dislike.
Always avoiding being left alone with you, barely meeting your eyes or pulling away when you got a little too close. He seemed repulsed, and it hurt you.
Where you really that unpleasant in his eyes?
He was nice and bubbly around everyone else, no matter the gender. Why couldnât he be the same Jisung whose smile made your heart skip several beats around you, too?
This went on for a long while, which solidified the idea he hated you in your head, until you couldnât take it anymore.
One day, Jisung almost walked in on you and FelixâŠhugging on the practice room floor? His heart dropped, brows furrowing in confusion. Felix knew how he felt about you, he would never disregard that, right?
Everything clicked when he heard your muffled sobs and pained voice.
âI give up, Felix.â You said, hiding your face in his chest as a loud sob escaped you. âJisung hates me, itâs official! I tried so, so hard but it was no use.â Felix murmured something back, deep voice uncharacteristically soft as he comforted you, caressing your back.
Jisung couldnât hear what he said though, eyes filling with tears as the only thing resonating in his ears was the pounding of his own heart. You thoughtâŠhe hated you?
đà§Â felix đৠ- because your relationship is tooâŠcomplicated at the moment.
Complicated didnât even begin to describe your relationship with the ray of sunshine.
He was your ex that somehow slithered his way back into your life again, only this time, as a friend. Not even, just an acquaintance that knew too many of your secrets and biggest aspirations.
There was no denying the feelings you still harbored for him, the flame flickering in your heart each time he was around; each time he spoke, he smiled, he laughed or even as much as looked at you, your heart thumped so loudly in your chest you were afraid he was able to hear it.
It was embarrassing, especially since he didnât seem as affected.
Your relationship ended on a sour note â arguing, screaming, crying, the whole package.
Yet a few months later, when you happened to be at the same party, Felix accompanied by a friend walked up to you like nothing even happened, greeting you brightly.
It was horrible, and you almost cried right there and then, missing the way his doe eyes took in all of the little details that changed about you ever since you broke up, desperately committing them to memory.
Like he never wanted to forget, because he didnât. Felix never wanted to forget about you, even if you didnât love him anymore.
And so, this happened a few more times until the inevitable took place.
You kissed. And never spoke about it.
And then you kissed again, and again, until he was coming over to your house in the middle of the night to do more than kiss.
It messed with your head, the way he was looking at you â like you hung the stars on the night sky for him and him alone. Like he loved you and wasnât breaking your heart each time those plush lips kissed every inch of your skin, worshipping every part of your body.
âWhy do you keep coming back?â Youâd whisper one night, resting your head on his naked chest as the moon bare witness to your unspoken feelings.
âYou keep calling.â
âAnd when Iâll stop,â you move to look at him, face mere inches away from his, hands supporting your weight on his chest, âwill you still come?â
He hesitates, staring straight into your eyes. âMost likely, yeah.â
âWhy?â
âI donât know.â
YeahâŠcomplicated.
đà§Â seungmin đৠ- because he is your best friend.
For most, the transition from best friends to lovers was as natural as breathing, something inevitable that was bound to happen one way or the other. Not for Seungmin.
He didnât even allow his mind to go down that road, to think about being more than friends with you, one of the people he held the closest to his heart.
Not because he didnât have romantic feelings for you, but because he was afraid.
Yes, he was afraid that once that line was crossed, the one that kept you firmly in place in the beautiful friendship that only blossomed and became very special over the years, it would all disappear.
Things would change and shift, which would bring forth your downfall.
In his eyes, the risk of fighting and breaking up was too big for him to even consider taking your relationship to the next level. He didnât want to lose you, never.
But what he failed to take into account was that you would not stay single forever.
Thatâs why, the moment you skipped over to him and squealed about having a date, his heart almost stopped beating.
His world was spinning, like an earthquake started in his head which was quickly crumbling down every single wall and boundary, and rational decision he ever made over the years.
âYouâŠhave a date?â He gulped, ignoring the alarms going off in his head that were deafening him. âWith who?â
âThis guy from work.â You shrugged, excitement dimming as your gaze met his, serious. âHe isnât the one I like, but I guess it will have to do for now.â
Seungmin wasnât stupid but his heart understood your allusion before his mind did, thumping loudly and stealing his breath away.
You were talking about him. You were going out with another guy but were thinking about him â he was the one you liked!
Still, he didnât vocalize a response, choosing to nod and pat you on the back gently, staring at anything else other than the disappointment that overwhelmed your whole frame, making you appear oh so small.
The day of your date arrived sooner than heâd like, and Seungmin was miserable, especially since you texted him the location âjust in caseâ.
Usually, he was more than happy to know where you were, safe and sound, but this time he would have preferred you didnât let him know you were with another guy at the restaurant you frequented together.
Hours passed, and night was making its presence known, but still no sign from you. Was he worried? No. Because for once, you staying out meant the date was a success and you were having the time of your life with this guy that wasnât him.
Thatâs until, a mere half an hour later, loud knocking had him off the couch in a second, opening the door to find you frowning, and with tears in your eyes. Opening his mouth to speak, shocked, thinking something had happened on the date, your finger hitting his chest stopped him.
âWhy didnât you come?â You sniffed. âI thought going out with someone else would finally prompt you to admit that what we have is more than a simple friendship! Do you hate me that much?â
He was speechless, grabbing you by the elbows as you barged in, tears streaming down your face.
âAnswer me, Kim Seungmin!â Well, he was fucked.
đà§Â jeongin đৠ- isnât sure what he feels for you yet.
Or better yet, his commitment issues prevented him from admitting to any feelings he might have.
See, you werenât just friends. You were a little more than that, spending most of your free time together going to cute cafes and what would be considered dates, acting all lovey dovey.
That is, when you werenât spending the weekend bound to his bed. That wasnât fair, sometimes he was the one tied up. A very mutual arrangement.
Jeongin managed to drag you into a situationship you were now too deep into to break off, having developed actual feelings.
But each time you tried to speak to him about said feelings, heâd close off quicker than a frightened snail, impossible to reach.
After each one of these occasions, he wouldnât contact you for days on end, sometimes even weeks, leaving you wondering if heâd ever come back.
He always did, he couldnât stay away from you no matter how much he tried.
Even if he messed with other people in that time, heâd still make his way back to you, smiling like nothing even happened and ready to give you all of his attention and affection again.
It was exhausting, and very, very painful.
But you still welcomed him back with open arms, too happy to see him to even care that each time he appeared in your life again, you were not the same.
Every time he disappeared and you didnât say anything, a piece of your heart was ripped off harshly, stomped on and then thrown in the trash, devoid of any color or life. Like an old toy, forgotten in favor of a new, shiny one.
But Jeongin didnât care. Itâs not like he could be bothered to pick up your scattered pieces â they didnât interest him, you did.
Not like he ever noticed the light in your eyes dimming each time he stormed back into your life after pretending you didnât exist for weeks.
To be honest, you donât think youâll ever be together.
Not now, or in the future.
No matter how much you hated to admit it, the facts were neatly laid out before you â Jeonging didnât care about you at all, no matter how sweet, loving or good you were to him.
He thought you couldnât notice, that your love for him was too blinding for you to see anything else other than him.
But you did. And he also did when one day, for the first time since he met you, as he stumbled out of a bar, giddy and tipsy with his phone to his ear ready to hear your sweet voice, his call didnât go through.
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