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Cosmere Characters as Parents
As requested by anon. :)
If Cosmere characters who aren't currently parents (or who never got that chance) were parents, what would they be like?
1. Adolin
LOVES playing dress-up
Small child: And YOU'RE my servant, Radiant Princess Assassin Duelist! Adolin [solemnly wearing a princess hat and armor, carrying a large wooden sword]: I am at your service, Your Highness.
2. Siri
I'm seeing: Midnight Family Picnics.
Siri: Whose ready for Midnight Family Picnic?? Both kids: [cheering] Siri: Tonight we have a lovely assortment of sweet treats, assorted nuts for salt, and of course a Surprise Stew that the cook whipped up! Siri: Let's set up the tent, and we can get eating!!
3. Kaladin
Wants to support his kid in everything...but may be slightly overprotective
Small child: Dad, Dad look! I climb ALL the way to top! Kaladin: Wow! Great job!! Syl: Wow! I'm surprised you're letting him climb a rock that tall! Kaladin: Well, you know. It's good for a kid to get to explore and be fearless. Syl: ... Syl: Got him Lashed so he can't fall, huh? Kaladin: You know it.
4. Shallan
Has a little bit of trouble setting boundaries--she just doesn't want her kid to feel restricted, you know?
Teenager: See ya, Mom! Gonna go set a building on fire. Shallan: Hey, wait a second! Shallan: You got a good reason? Teenager: Yeah. Shallan: Got a plan to avoid being caught? Teenager: Of course. Shallan: Okay--have fun!! Radiant: ... Shallan: What?
5. Nikaro
As an emo guy, he of course ends up with a kid who is the opposite.
Akane: Are you wearing...a pink shirt with a heart on it? Nikaro: My daughter is obsessed with kawaii fashion. Nikaro: She wanted to style me. Akane: That also explains the sparkly eyeshadow. Nikaro: It does. Akane: ... Akane: Is your goth soul dying inside? Nikaro: Only a little.
6. Yumi
It feels inevitable that Yumi would give birth to a tiny Godzilla child.
Yumi: Look! Mommy made the stack sooooo high! Child: [shrieking with delight as they plow right into it, knocking it over] Yumi: [smile only slightly strained] A mother's love is a powerful thing.
7. Lopen
They say it takes a village, and Lopen definitely has that.
Sigzil: You know...I'm impressed by how well-rounded your kid is. Lopen: Ha ha! A Herdazian is always well-rounded--and very often round as well! Lopen: Every cousin teaches 'im something--he's learned to cook and talk quick and make friends and tell jokes and stick people to walls and all the things! Small Lopen child: [flips someone off] Lopen: He learned that from me! Sigzil: You don't say...
8. Tress
Raises her child on the high seas.
Child: [screaming a sea shanty at the top of her lungs while she swabs the deck] Ann: She getting punished for something? Tress: What? No! She just likes to sing and her favorite one is about swabbing the decks. Tress: I tried to get her interested in spores, but apparently that's not as exciting as swabbing the deck. Ann: [patting her on the back] Well, there's still plenty of time to share your incredibly dangerous hobby with your kid. Tress: Yeah, you're right!
9. Elend
Just doesn't want his kid to have a childhood like his
Elend: Wait a minute...are you reading that book after I told you that the thesis was juvenile speculation sprung from the mind of a man without two thoughts to rub together? Teenager: Yeah, what of it? I'm not gonna take your word for it! Elend: [sniffs] I-I'm so proud!
10. Vin
Just doesn't want her kid to have a childhood like hers.
Sazed: Wow so this is your baby, huh? Vin: Yup! Sazed: So....round. And happy. Vin: Yup! [The fattest, happiest baby you've ever seen gives Sazed a sleepy smile] Sazed: She's...perfect.
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Sentimentality - Sanji x Reader
Read on AO3
Description: The newest addition to the Straw Hat crew grapples with their easy affection, and especially with the attention from their doting cook.
Tags: SFW, character study, slight slash, scientist reader, no use of Y/N, female reader. First impressions, nakamaship.
Word count: 1397
Special thanks to @mere-mortifer for the encouragement to post my Sanji fics. I love your Sanji very much.
This one isn't very slash-y and honestly feels a bit incomplete to me, but I'm obsessed with this man in a psychological way and need to post at least something, even if it captures only an ounce of my insanity about him and the crew.
Also: thinking about making this into more of a series (as the reader is kind of based on an OC of mine...!). Please, please, Sanji fans: give me any and every prompt you can imagine.
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Sentimentality
Every morning you settle into the golden-glowing comfort of the breakfast table: the press of arms against arms, the jostling of bodies to the time of the waves, the hard wooden bench softened despite it all.Â
The captain is not at all what you expected. Heâs a kid, and a downright grabby one at that. You have to slap his rubbery hands away from your plate at every meal, and if you don��t catch him, Nami always does.
You sit next to Chopper, whose tiny, furry body is so very warm. He likes to plan the day over breakfast, still thrilled to have another scientist on board. You watch him nibble at pancakes with his blocky teeth (it really is hard not to coo over him, but he has his dignity to uphold, so you restrain yourself!) and sip his milk and grin, white mustache and all. Robin leans over with a napkin to clean Chopperâs mouth, and he fusses, but concedes. Some of his drawings hang on the fridge, secured by magnets. You think of siblings with a pang in your chest every time you see them.
Roronoa Zoro is inexplicably softer than you imagined. Thereâs something about the curve of his cheeks, the careless sprawling stance, the way his nose whistles lightly while he sleeps. He barks laughter at Luffy, leans on his swords like theyâre children, even smells better than Nami likes to say.
Robin terrified you at first, but you quickly became a sucker for her mellow gaze and old book smell. Besides, educated women are always of interest to you. Nami and Robin are incredible, always encouraging: proof that somehow, someway, a woman who has been chased out of her old life and hunted by the darkest parts of herself can uncurl and be seen.Â
The first few sleepless nights aboard the Going Merry, you stared at the ceiling, heart pounding at the vulnerability of sharing a room. You are a scientist. Youâve long denounced the need for sentimentality, though Luffy manages to wring a few spare drops out of you every day. How could you have accounted for the love that permeates every board of this ship? How have you gone your entire life wondering if belonging like this could exist, only to find it among a notorious pirate crew- a crew who, really, is more bumbling than you could have imagined? How can Luffy stroll into any place- town, restaurant, heart- and break down every wall without a second thought?
And the cookâŚÂ
You have to look away from him sometimes. The first time he made a meal for you, he sank to a kneel to present it, like he was a servant and you were a queen who could take his head at any moment, and have it willingly. You took the plate with shaking hands and nodded a thank you. When he stood back up, there was a bit of dust on the knee of his fine-pressed pants. You kept your eyes on it as he fluttered around, crooning to the women and brusquely serving the men. What were you supposed to make of that?
Sanji squeezes your heart like itâs an old rag. The way he remembers your favored flavor profiles makes your toes curl. Youâre not even sure youâve managed to smile at him yet, even a month after joining the crew, because he throws you so off-balance youâre left feeling like youâve been thrust into a hurricane without any solid structure to grip onto.
His⌠whatever it is- admiration, loyalty, devotion, all of the above and more- has only gotten stronger in the past month. He floats into the lab as if on a cloud to tell you he made you a snack and left it outside, mindful of the potential for contamination. He tells you how lovely your eyes look that day, and every day- that you are the most beautiful woman he has ever seen, and that he lives to serve you.
âA snack for you is outside, miss,â he says today, like heâs itching to bow. âI prepared carrot cake and spiced milk for you, with turmeric, cinnamon, and nutmeg. Let me know if anything is not to your liking.â
You side-eye him from your bench, pipette paused in midair. Miss, miss, miss. Every time he says it youâre left breathless. As usual, you nod and mutter a thank you, still focusing on your work, lest you do something stupid like offering him your hand to kiss or backing him into a wall to taste his neck.
He usually leaves right away, but you donât hear the door close today. When you look back at Sanji, heâs beaming, eyes practically heart-shaped.Â
âMay I make anything else for you?â
âNo. That will suffice.â Something in your chest is shouting at you for being so formal with him.Â
âI like carrot cake,â you add.
Sanjiâs smile turns tremulous and melty. A hand moves to cover his heart. âI will keep that in mind. And I donât wish to disturb you- your work is very important- but it will be best eaten soon, while itâs still warm.â
You surprise yourself by setting down your pipette and moving to the sink to wash your hands. Sanji is still lingering at the door as you scrub between your fingers and under your nails, similar to the way he washes his after handling raw meat. You take extra time drying off, the feeling of him behind you prickling at your neck.Â
In the hallway, the cake and milk are placed carefully on a table. The mug is to the top right of the plate, handle tilted at the perfect angle for you to grab. A dainty dessert fork leans against the plate, next to two sprigs of mint forming a heart.
âI almost donât want to eat it,â you say. âIt looks perfect.â
âI can make you as many as youâd like, all with love. Please. Itâs my pleasure.â
You lift the fork, and Sanji leans forward with the eagerness of a child witnessing a magic trick. When you take a bite of the cake, his visible eye widens.
âItâs delicious. Thank you, Sanji.â
Sanji lets out a shaky breath. âOf course, miss. I can make you anything your heart desires, provided I have the ingredients. And if I donât, I will make sure to procure them as soon as we make landfall. And if you want them before that, I'll swim to shore.âÂ
Why does the man have such puppy-dog eyes? You know with certainty that he would do anything you asked of him, or else die trying, and youâve hardly spoken to him. Thereâs a string of tension in his body when heâs around you, loosened slightly now that youâve complimented his food. Is he just that eager to please?
You have met many men happy to go through the motions of wooing you for one reason alone, but something about Sanji tells you that he would be at your beck and call for the rest of your life, even if you never said âthank youâ again.
You nod, moving to try the spiced milk, which is, of course, perfect.Â
âI noticed that you like cinnamon, so I tweaked the recipe to add more.â He sounds hopeful. âYou donât find the turmeric overpowering?â
âNo, no,â you shake your head, lowering the drink. âItâs good. Youâre very⌠perceptive.â
âOf course! I pay special attention to my lovely ladies.â
Youâre included in this group, somehow. Why does that make you want to push and prod at him, despite the measured indifference youâve culminated?
âSanji,â you say, and he snaps to attention.
âYes?â
âCould I have some marmalade with this?â
This is the first time youâve requested anything from him. A broad smile spreads across his face.Â
âRight away.â He falls into a bow before walking down the hallway. When heâs out of view, you hear him begin to run, legs pounding the wooden floor strong enough to rattle the pictures frames on the walls.Â
You pluck a sprig of mint from the cake, grinding it between your teeth. Itâs refreshing, new, with a bit of a kick. You smile to yourself, imagining Sanji in the kitchen, carefully scooping marmalade into a dainty dish, heart thrumming with the thrill of receiving an order from his newest object of affection.
#sanji x reader#one piece sanji#opla x reader#one piece x reader#vinsmoke sanji#vinsmoke sanji x reader#sanji x you#character study#fluff#this is my first fic for sanji and it's not very slashy#but it certainly contains some of my tenderness for this silly cook#sub sanji#sure i'll tag that!#sanji calling me miss would fix me.#my fics
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Carry On Countdown Day 1 - Something Old
For this year's COC I've decided to put together daily fic rec lists! Let me know if you find any new favorite reads from these <3
For todays prompt I've gone with fics written pre-Wayward Son!
To Get to You by ikehgaan
Rated M, 40,437 words
I think of this fic often. Fight kissing! Who could ask for more!
Simon figured the Pitches didnât exactly encourage being open and honest about feelings. Unsurprising, but a little sad. Baz always acted aloof, as though nothing got to him, except with Simon. Simon could always get to Baz. (When Simon canât take out his frustration on Baz by fighting him in their room because of the anathema, he resorts to more⌠unconventional methods).
No Tomorrow by Spockzilla
Rated T, 42,142 words
I will never listen to Take a Chance on Me with out thinking of this fic. It's such a fun take on the time loop trope!
âWhy didnât you wake me?â I growl groggily into my pillow. âItâs not my job to wake you up. Get an alarm clock, you fucking numpty,â he snaps. I wonder if super hearing is a vampire thing. âYou threw my alarm clock into the moat first year!â I shout over the music. âNot my problem,â he says, as he slams the door shut behind him.
Cinnamon Lips by @f-ing-ruthless-baz
Rated T, 9,249 words
I love a good drunkenly getting together story and this is a great one!
âSnow, did you drink my Fireball?â âYour what?â He blinks at me, wobbling in place for a second, so I nod at the flask in his hand and he grins. âIt tastes like cinnamon sweets and burning,â he says proudly. âThat it does. Now hand it over.â He scowls. âYou know, you act like youâre so fucking perfect all the time, Mr. Know-It-All, Mr. Good-at-Magic, Mr. Shampoo-Advert-Hairââ âSnowââ âBut imagine what people would say if they knew Basilton fucking Pitch, top of the class, hangs out with corpses and drinks cinnamon sweets?â
Two Pints of Lager and a Packet of Crisps by stellatundra
Rated M, 3,936 words
Baz sowing some wild oats? Simon getting jealous as hell? Sign me up!
After his kidnapping ordeal, Baz goes to a magickal bar, deciding he deserves just one night to forget about destiny, numpties and Simon Snow. Simon follows him, convinced heâs up to no good, but is taken by surprise when he sees his roommate kissing another boy.
All this soulmate shit by half_witch
I only read this for the first time this year. It is so fun. If you love magic soulmate tropes, this one has just about all of them!
Rated M, 31,573 words
Simon has learned to despise his âevil anti-friendmateâ Baz despite being connected to him through magic their entire lives. From sharing luck at ten years old, to mind reading at twelve, to teleportation at seventeen, and the Red String of Fate at twentyâSimon and Baz know only three rules: 1) The New Yearâs Eve countdown brings them one new bond to share, 2) The bond only lasts the year, and 3) Bonds NEVER occur twice. But this year, the magic is out of their control and seems hellbent on bringing them closer togetherâeven if it kills them.
I Hoped It Was You by EllisyaSyron
Simon and Baz fall for each other without knowing they're talking to each other. It's like You've Got Mail, but better since neither of them lose their family bookstore in the end. Excellent dialogue!
Rated T, 8,901 words
as requested by anon: "au where baz and simon start talking online bc baz writes drarry fics and simon draws fanart and they do a collab (they don't know that it's them)" BlackPrince:Â I want to kiss you. SSPuffPride:Â I want to kiss you too. I wish I could BlackPrince:Â ...Tell me how you would.
Unspoken Rules and Simon's Nights by @lilmcgil
Rated E, 5,503 and 5,822 words respectively
This was one of the first Snowbaz fics that I ever got obsessed with. Both fics are truly excellent!
Simon and Baz develop a nightly routine. In the daylight they pretend it's not happening.
Companion piece to Unspoken Rules. Same plot line, but from Simon's perspective. I think it would make more sense if you read that first. But don't let that keep you from reading this if you haven't! Be a rebel if you want.
If you have any recs that fit the prompt that I've missed, feel free to leave them in the comments! There's plenty of gaps in my reading so there's a good chance I may not have read it.
Also I've had a hard time finding if some people are here on Tumblr, so if you know someone who hasn't been tagged, feel free to leave that in the comments as well <3
@carryon-countdown
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hello^^ i have a slightly odd request
would you be willing to do something with Hannibal where like the reader is just off-putting constantly? like always has a blank expression and is just really morbid to the point of weirding out other people- (also whether or not reader is another killer and their relationship is up to you :]) ((and if possible could reader have an obsession with rats? if not its fine!^^))
thank you and no pressure!!! :3
Birds of a Feather (Platonic! Hannibal Lecter x GN! Reader)
Thanks for the request. Since you gave me creative liberty with what relationship the reader has with Hannibal, I'm expanding my creativity and trying to write platonic fanfics. Due to this, and my heart belonging to Hannigram, Will makes an appearance (not Abigail though, never got into her character.) Hope you enjoy it!
Hannibal Lecter had long believed himself immune to the bonds of familial connection. His life was one of solitude by choice, his relationships shallow performances for an unknowing audience. Yet with themâthe peculiar, morbid teenager now under his guardianshipâsomething had shifted. He hadnât planned for this. He had taken them in because he saw a reflection of himself, unpolished and raw, with the potential to be something extraordinary. What he hadnât anticipated was how deeply he would come to care for them, not as a mentor or an observer, but as a father.
They had first come to Hannibal at their parentsâ insistence, dragged into his office under a banner of concern that barely masked their parentsâ disdain. They hadnât even tried to soften the language of their complaint: âTheyâre morbid. Obsessed with disgusting things like rats and death. They donât have friends, they donât smile. Theyâre weird. Can you fix them?â
Hannibal had known immediately what kind of parents they wereâshallow, image-obsessed individuals for whom their childâs uniqueness was an inconvenience to be smoothed over, rather than a gift to be celebrated. He despised them almost as much as they seemed to despise their child. The teenager, however, had been fascinating. When Hannibal asked why they were there, they answered with a flat, emotionless voice.
"Because my parents donât like me. They think Iâm broken."
"And are you?" Hannibal asked, his tone warm, though his eyes studied them sharply.
They had tilted their head slightly, their gaze piercing and calm. "I donât know. I donât care if I am."
That first session had been an exercise in subtlety. Hannibal, as always, sought to probe beneath the surface, to see the layers of a personâs mind unfold before him. But with them, there were no layersâno artifice, no carefully constructed mask. They were disarmingly blunt, their morbid interests laid bare without shame.
"I like rats," they said when Hannibal asked what brought them joy. "I have nine of them. Bubonicâs my favorite."
"And why rats?" Hannibal inquired, his curiosity piqued.
"Theyâre smart. Loyal. They donât care if youâre weird. Theyâll eat a corpse if you leave it there, but itâs not personal. Itâs just what they do. Survival instincts."
Their answers were a study in pragmatism, unvarnished and unfiltered. Over time, Hannibal learned more about their lifeâhow their parents had ridiculed their passions, belittled their intellect, and dismissed their feelings as irrelevant. How they had found solace in the company of creatures most would find repugnant, and how they had begun to retreat into themselves, building walls not out of fear but out of indifference.
"My parents said theyâd throw them out if I didnât stop," they admitted one day, their voice betraying the faintest tremor. "The rats. They donât like them. They donât like me."
"And how does that make you feel?" Hannibal asked.
They paused, their blank expression unchanging. "Iâd kill them if they touched my rats."
Hannibal had smiled faintly at that, sensing not a hollow threat but a declaration of what they believed was justice. Hannibal saw his relationship with the teen as one purely beneficial to himâsome form of entertainment during the stagnant moment his life had fallen into. But when the teen arrived one day in session visibly shaken and on the verge of tears, Hannibal felt immense anger.
"Tell me what happened." he said, his voice calm but edged with steel.
The teen sat down at the chair and looked at their hands, fingers trembling. "My dad killed Bubonic," they said quietly. "He was going on again about how weird it was for a person my age to be such a recluse, how disappointed he was in me for not being the child he envisioned. I didn't care, I screamed at him to leave me alone. That all I needed was my rats, he didn't listen," They sputtered, tears finally escaping their eyes.
Hannibal's hands rested lightly on the arm of his chair, though his grip tightened imperceptibly as the teenâs words sank in. Their voice, typically steady and detached, was cracking under the weight of their grief, and Hannibal found himself unprepared for the surge of emotion it evoked in him.
"What did he do?" Hannibal asked, his voice gentle, though his mind already painted the scene in vivid detail.
The teen sniffed, struggling to steady their voice. "He grabbed Bubonic. Said if I loved those 'vermin' so much, then Iâd learn what happens when I waste my life on them. He threw him. Against the wall." Their hands trembled in their lap, and then clenched into fists. "I couldnât stop him. I tried, but I couldnâtâ"
Hannibal interrupted softly, his voice firm yet soothing. "It is not your fault. Bubonicâs death lies entirely with your father. You mustnât take the blame for his cruelty."
They nodded, though their tears continued to fall. For a moment, the room was silent, save for their quiet sobs. Hannibal remained perfectly still, his expression a mask of calm, though inside, a storm brewed. He had long mastered the art of restraint, of hiding the depths of his emotions behind a practiced façade. But now, the threads of that mask were straining.
His anger was not the fiery, impulsive kind that consumed lesser men. It was cold, methodical, the kind that calculated every step of its revenge with precision. He had no doubt about what he needed to do. Bubonicâs death was an affront to the teenâs spirit, an insult to their resilience and individuality, and Hannibal would not allow such an act to go unpunished.
He rose from his chair, moving to kneel in front of them, a gesture of rare intimacy. Gently, he placed a hand on their shoulder, grounding them. His touch was firm yet comforting, like the anchor they so desperately needed.
"You loved him," Hannibal said quietly. "And that love was real. It is not diminished by what your father did. Bubonic mattered, and his memory will not be forgotten."
They looked at him, their tear-filled eyes meeting his calm, steady gaze. For the first time, Hannibal saw a flicker of something beyond their usual detachmentâtrust, fragile and hesitant, but there. He gave them a faint, reassuring smile, careful to keep the rage simmering inside him hidden from view.
That evening, as Hannibal sat alone in his study, the weight of his decision settled over him like a second skin. He had already made up his mind; there was no room for doubt. The teenâs father was an unworthy man, cruel and petty, whose actions had irreparably harmed his child. The wife was not better, for who would allow such affronts to happen to your child? Hannibal would ensure neither had the opportunity to inflict such pain again.
The deaths were orchestrated with Hannibalâs usual elegance. The scene was staged as a tragic home invasion, violent enough to mislead even the sharpest investigators. The teenâs parents were swept away as easily as pawns on a chessboard, leaving Hannibal free to step into the role of guardian.
It was an arrangement he presented to the authorities as a matter of practicalityâafter all, he was their trusted psychiatrist, a respected member of the community. And with no other family member willing to take in the 'troubled' youth, Hannibal was seen fit as a caregiver. But in truth, it was far more than that. It was an act of reclamation, a way to give the teen a life they needed and deserved.
Under Hannibalâs guidance, they began to flourish. What had once been a life of isolation and condemnation was replaced with warmth, curiosity, and purpose. Hannibal nurtured their sharp intellect, encouraging them to explore philosophy, art, and science. He fed their fascination with decay and life cycles, finding ways to weave their morbid interests into lessons that expanded their understanding of the world.
Their rats, once crammed into a small cage hidden away from disapproving eyes, now thrived in a custom-built enclosureâa miniature ecosystem of tunnels and habitats that Hannibal had crafted himself. The teenager spent hours tending to them, speaking softly to each one as though they were old friends. Slowly but surely, they grew more confident, their once-detached demeanor softened by the security of knowing they were finally, unquestionably accepted.
So, when Will Graham entered their lives, Hannibal saw an opportunity to complete the family he hadn't realized he was building. At first, Willâs presence unsettled the teen. He was different from Hannibalâmore empathetic, less polished. But there was something grounding about Willâs quiet intensity, his ability to understand without needing words.
Their relationship began cautiously, with the teen watching Will from the corner of their eye during his visits, studying him as though he were one of the rats they loved so much. But Will, ever patient, allowed them to come to him on their terms. Over time, the cracks of their tentative bond filled with shared silences and soft-spoken observations.
"You remind me of my rats," the teen said one day, tilting their head at Will as they sat together in the study.
Will blinked, unsure if it was meant as an insult. "How so?"
"Youâre always watching. Thinking one step ahead compared to everyone else."
Will glanced at the teenager, amused. "I donât know if I should be flattered or mildly offended."
They shrugged, their gaze steady and calm. "Itâs a compliment. Rats are survivors. Theyâre smart, and they donât waste energy pretending to be something theyâre not. Youâre like that."
Will leaned back in his chair, folding his arms thoughtfully. "Smart and a survivor, huh? Could be worse."
"Definitely worse," they replied, their tone so matter-of-fact that it made Will laugh softly. "Youâd be terrible at being fake, anyway."
SMALL TIME SKIP
Hannibal leaned back in his armchair, his fingers lightly drumming against the armrest as he observed the scene before him. It was a tableau of quiet intimacyâhis beloved Will Graham, seated cross-legged on the floor, and the teenager sprawled out beside him, their rats darting around like tiny, mischievous shadows.
Will had one hand resting lightly on the floor to keep himself steady while the other hovered hesitantly near one of the rats. "So, uh," he began, his tone unsure but willing, "what happens if I try to touch it? Am I going to lose a finger?"
The teen smirked faintly, their usual neutral demeanor softening just enough to give away their amusement. "Maybe. Choleraâs got a temper, but the others are fine. You just have to be calm."
Will huffed a quiet laugh, his tension easing slightly. "Calm, huh? Should be easy enough."
"Youâre always tense," the teen said bluntly, tilting their head as they watched him. "The rats can tell. You should probably breathe or something."
Hannibalâs lips curved into an indulgent smile at their candor. He adored how effortlessly they spoke their mindâso different from the guarded subtleties most people employed. And Will, bless his complex mind, seemed entirely charmed by it.
"I am breathing," Will retorted, his tone carrying a note of mock indignation. "Maybe Iâm justâŚdifferent from rats."
"Thatâs debatable," the teen quipped, though their smirk grew into something warmer as one of the bolder rats sniffed at Willâs hand before scampering up his arm.
Will froze, his eyes wide, and Hannibal chuckled softly. "It seems youâve been accepted," he remarked, his tone rich with amusement. "An honor not given lightly, I assure you."
The teen nodded solemnly, as though Hannibalâs words were gospel. "Yeah. If Cholera likes you, youâre okay."
Will glanced between them, his lips twitching into a bemused smile. "Well, thatâs a relief. Iâd hate to be rejected byâŚCholera."
The rat in question perched on Willâs shoulder, chittering softly, and the teen gave a rare, genuine laughâa sound that caught both Will and Hannibal off guard. Hannibalâs chest swelled with warmth at the sight of the two bonding, the sharp edges of their respective personalities softening as they found common ground.
For Hannibal, this was more than he could have hoped for. Watching Will, the man who had captured his heart with his brilliance and empathy, and his ward, the child who had become the unexpected center of his world, grow closer felt like the culmination of something profound. He had orchestrated many things in his life, but thisâthis was pure serendipity.
Will, still adapting to the chaos of rats scurrying across him, glanced up at Hannibal. "Youâre awfully quiet over there," he said, his voice light but curious. "Enjoying the show?"
Hannibalâs smile deepened, his eyes warm as they met Willâs. "Immensely," he replied. "It is rare to witness such harmony. Youâve both surprised me."
The teen, still laughing softly, looked between them and said, "Youâre both weird, but I think thatâs why this works."
Will raised an eyebrow, glancing at Hannibal. "Weird, huh? I guess Iâll take that."
"As will I," Hannibal added smoothly, his tone affectionate. "Weirdness, after all, is simply a deviation from the ordinary. And I would have no other way for our family."
The word hung in the airâfamilyâand for a moment, all three of them sat in a comfortable silence. The fire crackled, the rats chittered, and the connection between them felt solid, unshakable. Hannibal, watching the two people he cared for most in the world bond so effortlessly, allowed himself a rare moment of unguarded happiness. This was it. This was home.
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someone should have warned my parents that letting me be obsessed with star wars as a child would lead to a lifetime of nerdy interests.
yes mother i do watch anime, would you like me to tell you the entire plot of my hero academia or jujutsu kaisen? yes mother i am still slightly obsessed with a minecraft role play server that started in 2020, would you like me to tell you about how it is genuinely such a tragic storyline?
#star wars#anime#anime and manga#mha#my hero academia#boko no hero academia#jjk#jujutsu kaisen#dsmp#dream smp#i donât have a single healthy obsession#how does one like something without obsessing over it?
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I am so utterly fascinated by âSakiâ, the 18-year-running mahjong manga in which you, the reader, become gradually, frog-boilingly aware (over the course of nearly two decadesâ worth of mahjong tournaments) that none of these girls are wearing underwear and most of their boobs are slowly expanding.
I need you to understand that I have, like, an anthropological level fascination with this comic. From the perspective of someone who is also a comic artist and writer, two things delight me about it:
the fact that I understand completely how an artist gets from âthe fans can have a little hint of skirted asscheekâ to âthe pussy is completely out on center pageâ over the course of 18 years; and
the way in which the pussy being out is treated by the characters and diegesis as being utterly unremarkable.
Okay. Point 1. The frog-boiling.
Let me put this in perspective for you. There was already a meme about how the characters in âSakiâ donât wear underwear when I was in middle school. I am thirty now. Okay? And itâs still going.
In the time since, this has stopped being a joke. It is now indisputable canon. This is not because anyone outright says it at any point. Itâs because the underwear ran out of places to hide. Iâm obsessed with this thought: somewhere in the over 20 volumes of âSakiâ, there is a panel in which underwear was objectively deconfirmed. And it would be so hard to figure out where that panel actually is. Maybe the artist didnât even realize it when she drew it! The frog? Boiling!!
And of course there is also the breast expansion. I donât know how to put a spin on this. They are just expanding. Like, this happens a lot with artists: you define a character as being, in your mind, âthe one with the big boobsâ, and over the years you emphasize that trait further and further so that the signal doesnât get lost in the noise. Itâs just that normally��in like a wildly popular manga series about mahjong published by literally Square Enix, for exampleânormally there would be a point at which the boobs stopped getting bigger. Like, an editor would step in or something. Or you would get to the point where you cannot draw the character in the same panel as her mahjong tiles without her breasts spilling over the tiles, and youâd go, âWell, this is now untenable.â
That did not happen. There is no ceiling. The frog is soup.
Point 2. The complete and utter mundanity of all of this.
Itâs like this, okay: thereâs no shortage of trashy ecchi manga out there. Thereâs a million other comics doing wildly bawdier things with wildly more improbable bishoujos.
The vibe with âSakiâ is different.
Itâs hard to explain this, but it feels like the world of the comic is fundamentally uninterested in the fanservice happening on the page. I cannot describe it as âleeringâ, because I cannot conceive of a person in the story from whose point of view one would leer. I think the artist is probably into itâI canât imagine anyone is making her do thisâbut âSakiâ the comic has no opinion on the matter.
There are essentially no male characters in âSakiâ. Like, there was one guy? Kind of? At the very beginning? But he is gone now. They put him back in the toybox. He does not exist. It appears to be some level of canonical that in the world of âSakiâ, almost all humans are women. Those women are sometimes romantically into each other. According to comments the artist has made on Twitter (which I cannot source), they have lesbian baby technology, so itâs no problem. Itâs so much not a problem that the story is about mahjong, instead of any of that.
So, like, the fiction here appears to be this: this is the, like, meta-narrative of the fanservice of âSakiâ, right: itâs just normal that they donât wear underwear and their boobs are arbitrarily big. Itâs been normal. It was normal before the story of the manga began. Itâs just how things are. Nobody bats an eye about it, and if they do, itâs in sort of a lesbian kind of way so like whatâs the problem, we love lesbians here. This is literally normal for girls.
The fanservice simply diffuses into this all-encompassing aura of disembodied, ambient sluttiness. The framing of the panels demands you acknowledge it, and the story demands you already be over it, because itâs mahjong time now, and weâre playing mahjong.
Do you get??? why Iâm so fascinated??? Are you not a little enraptured???
Anyway, I have no idea how to end this weird post. I guess the conclusion is that women stay winning????
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: ĚĚâ bsf!rafe being obsessed with bunny!reader. poor boy is obsessed with his best friend ;(
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disclaimer // 18+ content. this story includes mentions of sex, fingering, oral, and yeah.
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rafe being obsessed with his best friend would definitely consist of him basically fighting demons the entire time he's with you. poor baby just wants to fuck you sooo bad :(
sucking on a lollipop? his dick is hard the moment you started pulling the wrapper off the lollipop. sitting in his bed with him while scrolling on instagram? his dick is hard the moment you sat on his bed.
definitely fantasizes about the time you finally do let him hit. he's not gonna be a weirdo and beg â have you seen him? he's not one to beg for pussy, he'll make mfs work for his dick imo.
rafe would definitely want you to go everywhere with him â to the point if someone sees rafe out somewhere â you're definitely somewhere trailing behind him.
golfing with top? you're there. running errands? you're there. at a party? you're there. you're always there with him.
"do i really need to go get gas with you?" rafe nods his head, grabbing your arm and his keys as he shoves you into the passenger side and shuts the door. "it takes two seconds to pump your gas and go back home... what am i going foâ"
"shut up."
rafe would definitely be up your ass too â he's with you 24/7 too. you don't mind it but sometimes he does a little too much, like when he follows you to the bathroom when you have to pee or when he'll check your location and see your at the store â he'll just pop up out of nowhere.
"fuck! you scared me! how did you know i was here?" your eyes are wide â your hand resting over your chest to calm yourself as he looks at everything in your cart.
or when you're taking a shower, poor boy just can't leave you alone.
"rafe. i'm taking a fucking shower, get out!" you yell as he patiently sits on the toilet seat â your towel and clothes sitting in his lap as his foot taps against the floor, completely ignoring what you were saying as he starts talking about something random.
he lowkey just wants to take a peek at your naked body too.
wait whaaat, who said that?
rafe cant sleep without you â so if you're out late, your parents know your sleeping at rafes.
half the time he's trying to calm himself down because he's hard as fuck seeing you in a tank top and pink, satin shorts. he's mentally fanning himself with his hands as you back your body up into his â praying you don't feel his hard on.
turning the other way immediately, his back facing yours the second your ass presses up against him. "hmm, m'just gonna face this way â" he says it so awkwardly too, leaving you confused but also you couldn't give a fuck less.
rafe would be over the moon the second you let him hit. i wanna say he'd cum so fast like a teenage boy but i feel like he would also wanna savor the moment.
he'd take it so serious, finger fucking you, eating you out, kissing and licking your tits â literally everything. then he'd fuck you sooo good â just so you know this is what you've been missing out on this whole time.
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at some point it's just like. do they even fucking like the thing they're asking AI to make? "oh we'll just use AI for all the scripts" "we'll just use AI for art" "no worries AI can write this book" "oh, AI could easily design this"
like... it's so clear they've never stood in the middle of an art museum and felt like crying, looking at a piece that somehow cuts into your marrow even though the artist and you are separated by space and time. they've never looked at a poem - once, twice, three times - just because the words feel like a fired gun, something too-close, clanging behind your eyes. they've never gotten to the end of the movie and had to arrive, blinking, back into their body, laughing a little because they were holding their breath without realizing.
"oh AI can mimic style" "AI can mimic emotion" "AI can mimic you and your job is almost gone, kid."
... how do i explain to you - you can make AI that does a perfect job of imitating me. you could disseminate it through the entire world and make so much money, using my works and my ideas and my everything.
and i'd still keep writing.
i don't know there's a word for it. in high school, we become aware that the way we feel about our artform is a cliche - it's like breathing. over and over, artists all feel the same thing. "i write because i need to" and "my music is how i speak" and "i make art because it's either that or i stop existing." it is such a common experience, the violence and immediacy we mean behind it is like breathing to me - comes out like a useless understatement. it's a cliche because we all feel it, not because the experience isn't actually persistent. so many of us have this ... fluttering urgency behind our ribs.
i'm not doing it for the money. for a star on the ground in some city i've never visited. i am doing it because when i was seven i started taking notebooks with me on walks. i am doing it because in second grade i wrote a poem and stood up in front of my whole class to read it out while i shook with nerves. i am doing it because i spent high school scribbling all my feelings down. i am doing it for the 16 year old me and the 18 year old me and the today-me, how we can never put the pen down. you can take me down to a subatomic layer, eviscerate me - and never find the source of it; it is of me. when i was 19 i named this blog inkskinned because i was dramatic and lonely and it felt like the only thing that was actually permanently-true about me was that this is what is inside of me, that the words come up over everything, coat everything, bloom their little twilight arias into every nook and corner and alley
"we're gonna replace you". that is okay. you think that i am writing to fill a space. that someone said JOB OPENING: Writer Needed, and i wrote to answer. you think one raindrop replaces another, and i think they're both just falling. you think art has a place, that is simply arrives on walls when it is needed, that is only ever on demand, perfect, easily requested. you see "audience spending" and "marketability" and "multi-line merch opportunity"
and i see a kid drowning. i am writing to make her a boat. i am writing because what used to be a river raft has long become a fully-rigged ship. i am writing because you can fucking rip this out of my cold dead clammy hands and i will still come back as a ghost and i will still be penning poems about it.
it isn't even love. the word we use the most i think is "passion". devotion, obsession, necessity. my favorite little fact about the magic of artists - "abracadabra" means i create as i speak. we make because it sluices out of us. because we look down and our hands are somehow already busy. because it was the first thing we knew and it is our backbone and heartbreak and everything. because we have given up well-paying jobs and a "real life" and the approval of our parents. we create because - the cliche again. it's like breathing. we create because we must.
you create because you're greedy.
#every time someones like ''AI will replace u" im like. u will have to fucking KILL ME#there is no replacement here bc i am not filling a position. i am just writing#and the writing is what i need to be doing#writeblr#this probably doesn't make sense bc its sooo frustrating i rarely speak it the way i want to#edited for the typo wrote it and then was late to a meeting lol#i love u people who mention my typos genuinely bc i don't always catch them!!!! :) it is doing me a genuine favor!!!#my friend says i should tell you ''thank you beta editors'' but i don't know what that means#i made her promise it isn't a wolf fanfiction thing. so if it IS a wolf thing she is DEAD to me (just kidding i love her)#hey PS PS PS ??? if ur reading this thinking what it's saying is ''i am financially capable of losing this'' ur reading it wrong#i write for free. i always have. i have worked 5-7 jobs at once to make ends meet.#i did not grow up with access or money. i did not grow up with connections or like some kind of excuse#i grew up and worked my fucking ASS OFF. and i STILL!!! wrote!!! on the side!!! because i didn't know how not to!!!#i do not write for money!!!! i write because i fuckken NEED TO#i could be in the fucking desert i could be in the fuckken tundra i could be in total darkness#and i would still be writing pretentious angsty poetry about it#im not in any way saying it's a good thing. i'm not in any way implying that they're NOT tryna kill us#i'm saying. you could take away our jobs and we could go hungry and we could suffer#and from that suffering (if i know us) we'd still fuckin make art.#i would LOVE to be able to make money doing this! i never have been able to. but i don't NEED to. i will find a way to make my life work#even if it means being miserable#but i will not give up this thing. for the whole world.
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TEMPEST â jeon jungkook
summary: youâve always considered your life to be more mundane than you would like to admit. it was a constant cycle of the same things over and over again that when you meet jeon jungkook at a bar, of all places, you didnât expect to see just how much he would change your life and those around you. heâs got an air of mystery around him with his charming good looks and a violent past that you slowly begun to unravel when it feels like everything is going perfect.
â genre/au: obsessed!jungkook x college student!y/n [afab, she/her]
â 31k words [đ]
warnings: soft yandere. smut. jk is a little delulu. toxic. manipulation. gaslighting. underground streetfighter by night, gym owner by day. heâs intimidating and a huge asshole to everyone but y/nâhes aggressive but he hides it. calvin klein jk. spoiler: he slutshames ocâs bff but sheâs snakey. depictions of violence [streetfighter, aggressive, he beats a man with a brick deadass, and physically assaults someone]. Heâs not a good guy. dom/sub/switch themes but not intense. rough sĂŤx. multiple rounds. oral [both recieving]. missionary. riding. needy and clingy jk. possessive jk. jk is good at pretending. jk has familial problems. severe abandonment issues. unprotected smĂźt but also only for one round [they go for two]. oc is aware of his red flags but does oc care?
tempest by deftones
There was something about someone seeming unattainable that always seemed to draw him in the most. Itâs almost like he enjoyed making things harder for himself, like he wanted to make a game of it. Of course it wasnât a good thing for him to do this especially not when it was at the expense of another personâs emotions but he couldnât help it. When someone as beautiful and bright as the person across the bar from him catches his attention, how was he not supposed to want them for himself?
You didnât look shy, maybe just quiet, or mysterious would suit you better. There was a sense of wariness around you that he could spot from a mile away with the gaze you used to eye the crowded bar. Everyone here looked more rugged, a mix of band tees, leather jackets, motorcycle boots and smoke clouding the air. Even the women around were more fit for a place like this with their deep shades of red lipsticks, low-cut tops and tight jeans whereas you seemed to illuminate in a different light.
âWhen you said you wanted to get a few drinks, this isnât what I thought you meant,â you said with distaste as you spotted a reddish-brown stain on the cement flooring of the bar looking eerily similar to washed up blood. It made your fingers tighten around your small handbag and the pink pepper spray you had inside it. You pressed your legs more firmly together, deeply regretting the satin miniskirt you wore and how little it covered you from behind. In your defense, you thought you would be going to a relaxing lounge bar with expensive champagne and servers dressed in suit and tie⌠not some run-down bar on the wrong side of the tracks.
âIt isnât? I couldâve sworn I specified,â your best friend lied with a grin as she took your hand in hers and directed you to the bar, âAnd itâs fine, weâre meeting some guys here tonight and youâll start feeling comfortable soon. Just donât look so prissy, Y/n, you might get robbed.â
âOr worse than that,â you mumbled to yourself as she leaned over the counter without a care of how her tight dress raised from the back and smiled flirtatiously at the bartender. You circled your arms around yourself in an attempt to appear smaller and more closed offâalso hoping to hide the exposed parts of your torso. While she did most of the talking, you took in more of the area with a faint scrunch of your nose, clearly displeased by it all.
It was somewhat small, beer posters and neon signs on the wall. The bar was a long strip filled with scary men with tattoos all looking at you and your friend. There were a few tables here and there, dart boards on one side and a couple pool tables scattered around too. It was technically a one-story building aside from the lofted area that only seemed big enough for another pool table or two and a line of slot machines. The lighting was dim but not dark and maybe thatâs what made it so easy for you to notice the eye contact you made with someone else.
He was⌠intense. He had the structure of someone you would find attractive but the look in his eyes nearly drew you away with just that. It was hard to pull away from it and it made your heart race. It wasnât the look you gave someone on accident, it was purposeful and long, one that demanded to be noticed. He held a pool cue in his hands and was with a group of men you could barely make out but there was no denying he was more focused on you than whatever happened around him.
âYou made it!â A voice cut into the blur of noise that you had tuned out, and suddenly your attention was taken away from the stranger. You looked at the two guys in front of you, brows scrunched with confusion as you studied them. They couldnât have been more opposite from the man you just looked at with their pastel colored button-ups that screamed of years spent in a Fraternity. Still, not the type who would come to a place like this.
âSorry weâre late, I take full blame since I forgot my wallet and had to drive back for it but Iâm here now and Iâm hoping I havenât missed anything,â one of them said to your friend, as he pulled her into a hug and his hand slid down to her waist. Sieun smiled, âNo worries, we havenât been here long anyway.â
She turned to you with her hand pinned to his toned chest and pressed to his side, âY/n, this is Rowoon.â
âHey,â the guy said with a cocky nod of his head before looking at his friend, âThatâs Jisoo, heâs a good buddy of mine.â
You raised an impressed brow but looked at his friend who seemed to have a quieter, more toned down nature that made you feel a fraction less uncomfortable. Maybe he didnât care to be here either.
A familiar whooshing sound followed the movement of his pool cue as he aimed for a solid green number six and watched the ball sink into one of the holes. He couldnât help but smile knowing how close he was to winning and only two more to go. With careful calculation to how he could make it in, he rounded the table looking for the best angle.
Facing the same direction as another earlier occurrence, he looked up for a second, searching the crowd below him with a quick sweep. The light he had found earlier was dimly lit behind a pair of lean shoulders that had his eyes narrowing. The guyâs back was to him and he towered over you obnoxiously that he could barely make you out. You werenât at the bar anymore, now you were tucked away at some far table, smiling at whoever you talked to and he quickly did the math. Your friend and you had suddenly become four, two noticeable pairings that had him wondering if the pretty girl from earlier was taken. If so, how does he go about that obstacle? Does he still take his chances for a little bit of fun?
âHurry it up man, Iâm gonna piss myself already,â his friend, Hoseok, nearly cried as he shook his leg, tightening his grip on his pool cue. Jungkook didnât say anything as he looked at you one more time, eying suspiciously at the sight of your smile disappearing and an awkward glance toward your friend replacing it.
He angled himself with the cue and aimed for a yellow number two before looking over, hardening his gaze as he watched you hold a hand up to the guy as if asking for some distance. He shot the cue without meaning to, and failed to notice how he pocketed the 8 ball too soon and lost.
âWell that was shit,â Namjoon sneered as he pushed off the high table he was leaning against and took Jungkookâs cue from him, âI thought you were better than this.â
Hoseok practically ran to the nearest bathroom as he won the round and Yoongi took his place, âWow, he really is about to pee himself.â
âWhatever,â Jungkook huffed as he looked toward the staircase, âI think Iâm gonna get another drink, go on without me.â
âBring me one,â Yoongi called out but Jungkook was already heading down the steps, shouting back a quick, âGet it yourselfâ, and disappearing.
âBrat,â Yoongi muttered under his breath as he took the small chalk square and rubbed it on the tip of his cue.
âNo, I donât think I owe you anything, actually,â you said with an annoyed sigh as you looked up at Jisoo. What you had hoped would be a somewhat comfortable night quickly turned left when you realized the two guys Sieun invited were nothing but entitled law students wanting to get their dick wet. You should have recognized it sooner, it would have saved you all this time if you just went home instead of following along with your best friendâs ploy.
It had been alright at first but then the drinks became a couple too many and suddenly the nice guy you thought Jisoo was became an arrogant manchild whoâs upset you wonât let him grind against you for a song.
âCome on, donât be such a bitch about it, itâs just dancing,â Rowoon said, apparently attempting to play matchmaker for his best friend to get some tonight too. Your brows raised in disbelief before looking down at Sieun who seemed stunned. She was leaning against him with his arm secured around her waist and she made no move to pull away from him either.
âY/n,â she bit her lip nervously, âYou are acting kind of stuck up, theyâve been buying us drinks all night.â
A scoff left your lips, âBecause they wanted to, Sieun. I never asked nor did I promise anything.â
âWhatever man, itâs not even worth it,â Jisoo said as he looked at his friend, âI knew you were going to have us hang out with spoiled bitches tonight.â
âIs that a way to talk about a someone standing right in front of you?â A deep voice cut in from a couple feet away and it took you all a moment to realize they were talking to Jisoo. You looked behind him at the man from upstairs, throat tightening in surprise by his darker aura up close. He was attractive, godly, and you couldnât deny it when he stood near you now. He looked down at you with that familiar gaze from earlier and only looked away when Jisoo processed his intrusion.
âHey, why donât you turn around and mind your business, bro,â Jisoo said with a scoff. You looked at Sieun with worry but her eyes were trained on the stranger as he glared at Jisoo.
âI canât when youâre shouting out your business for anyone to hear,â Jungkook said with a tight smile, âIt just sounds like you canât handle rejection, bro.â
âIs this guy bothering you?â He asked you in a gentle tone, not caring for the eyes on him as he grew closer to you, âI was just at the bar and I heard some of what he was saying and⌠well, I just couldnât stand by when he disrespected you. I didnât feel like it was right.â
âYo, why donât you fuck off already?â Rowoon asked as he pushed Jungkook by the shoulder, âDonât create a problem where there isnât or I swear Iâllââ
âYouâll what?â Jungkook asked as he stood straighter, âYouâll stick up for your buddy here? Because if thatâs the case I can call a couple of my friends down too and make it a little more fair.â
As if called upon, they looked up to where Jungkook pointed and met Namjoonâs glare. The three were still playing pool but found what was taking Jungkook so long and looked down. You looked up too, mouth dry with anxiety as you turned to Sieun but she seemed intent on sticking to Rowoonâs side. The safest thing to do was to get away from a suddenly messy situation and take your friend home but she was more interested in talking Rowoon down instead.
Jungkook just smiled as he took a step back, âBut thatâs not necessary, I really just wanted to check on if she was alright or not so I can leave you guys alone now.â
You waited for the stranger to head back to the bar to speak and all you could do was call out to your friend. âSieââ
âWhatever, fuck this shit is lame,â Jisoo huffed once the stranger was too far for earshot, âYou guys do what you want Iâm going somewhere else.â
âYeah,â Rowoon said, trying to pry Sieunâs hands off him, âItâs gotten dead here anyway. I got what I wanted so letâs have fun somewhere else.â
âWait for me,â she said giddily and you scoffed. She still wanted to go with them? âSieuââ
âLook, if you donât want to come out with us thatâs fine but Iâm not going to be rejected just because you arenât into your guy,â she rushed to say as she began to walk away from you, âCall Jin, or an Uber and text me when youâre home.â
You looked taken back, surprised by her tone and it had your eyes narrowing with a sense of annoyance. You watched her walk off without you, completely surprised by her audacity to just leave you alone at a place you were clearly already uncomfortable at. You assumed you would be meeting up with others tonight but not somewhere like and not people like those guys. Sieun knew all along what she was dragging you into and wanted to paint you like the problem when you didnât follow along to everything. They called you a bitch for fuckâs sake.
It was obvious what she said had been somewhat of a bluff considering she looked back at you like she still expected you to follow after her. Instead, you stood back looking indifferent to her departure and waited till she was out of sight to let yourself worry.
The spring night air was still chilly, too cold to be outside waiting for an Uber in the clothes you wore and you didnât want to stand out there alone anyway. Your best bet was to wait at the crowded bar and pray no one put anything in your drink or something.
Jungkook was evidently surprised to see you alone out of the blue and sitting on the stool next to his, not bothering to even look his way as you focused on your cell phone. He couldnât help but bite back a smile, thinking of what he should say and how he should say it. You barely reacted to him earlier but that wouldnât stop him from trying. It was all about timing and patience.
âIâm sorry for butting in earlier,â Jungkook said in a gentle tone that drew your attention toward him, âIt wasnât my place at all and I should have just ignored it but I heard them go on for a while and no one was doing anything to stop it and I guess I just acted without thinking.â
You didnât say anything for a moment, simply looked at him as if debating if it was even worth your time to respond. With a polite smile you said, âItâs fine, but thank you.â
âNo problem,â he cleared his throat, âBut uh, you shouldnât surround yourself with guys like that.â
âTrust me I donât,â you sighed, âItâs the first time Iâm meeting them and itâll also be the last. Sorry you got dragged into it.â
âI didnât,â Jungkook said as he looked down at his drink thinking of what to say, âI uh⌠well, I saw you earlier and I guess it was the perfect excuse to talk to you. Does that make me seem like a hypocrite? Here I go trying to save you from being hit on while I wanted to do the same, shit.â
His suddenly shy and flustered demeanor amused you in a way you hadnât expected. His exterior was rough with his tattoos, dark clothing and obvious chiseled body underneath. He also sported facial piercings you rarely get to see in person and he didnât seem like the type to blush yet here he was with red cheeks and a nervous smile. It made you more keen on talking to him, made you feel flattered to leave him in such a state if you were being honest.
âI think I would have preferred if it was you instead,â You confessed, remembering back to the eye content you two held with each other when you first got to the bar. He had definitely taken notice of you from the beginning.
Your response caught him off guard and he had to stop his eyes from trailing down to your lips just to see how they looked when you said it. A smirk threatened to show as he sat straighter, âYouâre making me blush. Iâm Jungkook, Jeon Jungkook, I mean.â
âY/n,â you said shortly as you looked at his soft rounded eyes that stared back into your own with curiosity. They were focused entirely on you again, âL/n.â
Y/n.
Y/n.
âSo Y/nâŚâ he swallowed dryly, âI see your⌠friends are gone, what are you going to do?â He sucked in his cheek to keep his expression still as he watched you crane your neck out with an exaggerated sigh. In all honesty, it was the perfect amount of exposure for him to press his lips to your delicate skin and leave a soft trail of kisses in their wake.
He wasnât sure how to explain it, but you were so appetizing like he wanted to have a taste. Just one.
âIâm not sure,â you admitted as you looked down at your phone, âIâve just been waiting for my ride to get here, but I should probably get going now.â
âCan I walk you out?â He asked. All it took was a simple nod of your head for him to be getting off the stool, stretching a hand out to you and helping you down. You took a moment to adjust your skirt that had risen when you were sitting and let him take your hand once more as you walked out.
Itâs so strange knowing that if Jisoo had acted better, there was a chance you would be walking hand and hand with him instead. What was stranger was how your eyes had been on Jungkook at first too.
Eyes followed behind you like they had when you arrived and it made you nervous all over again. There was one thing to know people were looking at you, it was another to know people were glaring at you. Even if it wasnât maliciously it felt like a lot to be stared at in a room you had never been in. Not to mention half of the men here gave you the serious creeps and now that you werenât distracted by conversation, their wandering eyes were more noticeable.
âIâve never seen you here before,â Jungkook stepped back to say into your ear over the loud music, essentially pulling you closer to him, âYou donât look like the type to hang around these parts.â
âIs it that obvious?â You asked, walking a little bit quicker to stay close. He slowed his walk to match yours better and cleared room for you to walk ahead of him as you went on, âAre you?â
âAm I?â He asked with slight confusion before he could fully process what you said and in an attempt to brush it off, he simply said, âEvery now and then if I want something more lowkey.â
The two of you made it out in one piece but the red tesla Uber X that was supposed to pick you up was still a couple minutes away and it was cold. You wrapped your arms around yourself immediately after the cold hit and your teeth chattered loudly that he couldnât help but look down at you. He didnât want to grab you but he didnât want you to freeze either, so he stepped closer so that you nearly touched and tried blocking you from the direction the chilly night air was blowing.
âYou donât have to wait with me, youâre probably cold too,â you said between trembling teeth, nearly jumping in place to warm yourself up. Jungkook just smiled as he looked down at you, âAnd leave you out here all by yourself? No thanks, Iâm feeling fine, youâre the one who looks like you could use some more warmth.â
âIâm fine,â you lied, leaning into him without meaning to and feeling the body heat radiate off of him and cast you with a hint of warmth you desperately needed. If you had forgotten about Sieun ditching you for two guys, you remembered now and very clearly at that. She was probably off having fun and doing what they want while you practically froze outside.
âCome here,â he whispered gently, taking the initiative to just go for it and pull you into his arms. You were hesitant to let a stranger touch you â no matter how attractive he was â but it was just for a short moment while your Uber was a couple blocks away. You tucked yourself into him feeling his hands run up and down your arms as if to offer you further warmth and hugged you close.
You stayed against him for as long as you needed to until your ride was finally pulling up to where you stood and confirming you were their customer.
âGet home safe,â Jungkook told you and without thinking, you pressed your lips to his cheek in a goodbye before getting in the car with a quick âthank youâ thrown his way like it was nothing.
It took Jungkook a moment to bounce back. His face felt flushed and warmer than necessary and he stood at the end of the street watching the red Tesla drive off with his newest infatuation inside it.
âSee, he didnât leave.â
âAye, Jungkook, mind telling us where youâre headed?â Hoseok asked as his friends from upstairs followed him out the club, âThey thought you were ditching us for some chick.â
âWhereâd she go anyway?â Yoongi asked, staring down the direction Jungkook was still facing, âAnd whereâs her little friend? She was cute too.â
He thought about you for days. The very little amount of information he learned the other night played on a loop in his mind and he tried to dissect every little thing as if itâd help get closer to you. He hoped for anything that could fill the space of deep regret. How stupid could he be to not ask for your number?
It was such a rookie mistake and it made him want to gnaw at his skin. He had the chance to try and pursue it further and he had been too distracted by your innocent kiss to think properly. There were so many chances where he couldâve asked for your number but instead he just blanked. And how could he let himself be so distracted?
Heâs hyper aware of his looks and how easy it was for him to charm someone but he never did anything about it. Every now and then he might indulge in time spent with someone else but anytime it started feeling a little too intense for his liking, he would end it quickly. Usually, he didnât have to make the first move and people come to him. It makes it easier to turn them down that way too but he acted on impulse when he cut in. He wanted to get closer and once heâd done that he forgot how to act apparently.
How could he not ask for your number?
âYou nervous?â Namjoon asked as he helped Jungkook wrap his hands with gauze. He was silent while Namjoon worked around him and itâs rare to not see him readying himself for a match. Jungkook could barely hear him speak as he listened to some rock song on full blast through his headphones. His mouth was practically sewn shut with how tight he held his jaw in place and his leg bounced with adrenaline.
When Namjoon freed one of his hands, he knocked the headphones off and looked at his friend, âWhat?â
âAre you nervous?â Namjoon asked again with a smirk this time, âYouâre zoning out on me more than usual.â
âIâm trying to concentrate,â Jungkook said as he looked at his reflection in the dirty mirror of the locker room. The room was ugly green from old fluorescent lights and it reeked of sweaty gym equipment making it feel gloomy. It made him feel dirty.
He thought about you and your pretty outfit, the way it hugged your shape promiscuously in all the right places but also felt shy. Maybe that was part of your charm aside from your strong eye contact. You presented yourself shyly but he had a feeling that wasnât the full truth of it. As if underneath your worrisome exterior, you had enough confidence to not need attention on youâeven when you already have it. At least thatâs what he thought when he saw you down in the crowd for the first time.
You had gone from someone attractive he had caught a glimpse of to someone he wanted to talk to. All you had to do was catch his eyes with yours and you had him thinking about you for days. When you willingly stepped into his arms and kissed his cheek, it had actually made him flustered. It was unexpected and cute, made his heart race just a little. Is that why he couldnât let you be? Was it because his heart raced annoyingly while his head told him to let it go?
Stupid.
He was so stupid to let you go.
âItâs time.â
Namjoon gave him a reassuring pat on his shoulder and the two left the room ready to start. He played with the tape over his eyebrow piercing as he began to feel the slight rush set in when he was readying for a fight. The crowd was loud and cheering on whoever they were betting and most had a tendency to bet on him.
The opponent across from him was taller with broader shoulders and bleached blond spiky hair. He was glaring at Jungkook like he was trying to intimidate him but he just walked onto the mat calmly. The cheers around him grew louder, all chanting his name knowing heâd be taking home another win tonight.
The fight was going to be simple tonight, no eye gouging specifically but aside from that, no rules. He preferred them that way, he could practically do anything he wanted to win and he used everything he had, every time.
Just one, simple round.
âLook, I swear I didn't invite those guys again, plus Jimin is already here,â Sieun promised for the third time tonight as she pulled you closer to the front of the line where security was checking IDâs and taking fees. After nearly a week of ignoring her because of how she ditched you the past weekend, you grew bored of it and when she reached out to you, you responded. She does a lot of things to annoy you but you never care much to stay mad especially after knowing her for a couple years now. You were originally roommates your first year and developed into friends quickly after that.
She's more of a party girl than you are but itâs never bothered you before, even when some of the men she chooses to surround herself around are questionable. In all honesty, you donât know how many friends she has aside from you and Jimin.
âI thought you guys were gonna cancel on me,â your friend said as he met with you two at the front. It was loud with flashing club lights and music that blared through your eardrums. He looked uncomfortable with everyone around but he tried to mask it with a smile.
Like yourself, Jimin rarely chose to go out so you would often find yourselves hanging out while scrolling through Sieunâs many posts of how great her night was. It was a choice and thatâs why he was so hesitant to agree this time around. You practically had to beg him to join after Sieun begged you to come along too. There was some sort of underground âraveâ tonight at some abandoned warehouse not far from downtown and she had been buzzing about it for days.
You donât even know where she heard of a place like this and when she waved the pink flier in front of your face, you were worried and curious. Now you find yourself surrounded by sweaty bodies drunk and high off who knows what while you try to anchor your worrying thoughts on your friend.
âI got you drinks,â he said, handing you both a cup, looking you up and down quickly and shifting his gaze away nervously. Sieun took hers and looked around, âOh my god itâs so loud in here. Thereâs so many people, isnât it fun?â
âJust don't run off like last time, we canât afford to go looking for you again,â Jimin added, remembering back to the last time she got the two of you to come out with her. It was around Halloween and she left to go take shots with someone and before you knew it, she was gone. Her phone was in your purse after whining that she didnât have pockets and it wasnât until the next day you found out she made out with some guy before he paid for her cab to go home telling you how she blacked out.
âJimin, donât act like my dad and letâs just have fun,â she said, taking his hand in hers, trying to get his limp fingers to lace with her own, âIâve got my two favorite people tonight.â
âLetâs take a shot then,â Jimin said with a sigh, letting go of her hand and turning toward you, flustered. You couldnât help but laugh, âYouâre such a pushover, yâknow.â
âYeah, whatever, itâs hard not to be when Iâm friends with you two,â he joked as the three of you walked to the bar, âAnd just for clarification, Iâm more of a pushover when it comes to you.â
âAnd whatâs that supposed to mean?â You asked playfully as you got to the bar first, leaning against it as you waited for the bartender to notice you.
âLast weekend when you showed up at my door and crashed on my bed,â Jimin reminded you of the Saturday before. In a slightly tipsy mistake, you had been too annoyed with Sieun to do anything thoroughly and when you scheduled an Uber it was to Jiminâs place not yours. It had been the last saved address put into the app and you hadnât cared to notice your mistake until you were so close to his apartment that there was nothing you really thought to do. It didnât help that you had been distracted by the events of that night and the small moments with a handsome stranger.
âYou let me in, you couldâve turned me away,â you joked knowing that he never would. You woke him up out of his sleep with a phone call asking to be let up and he tiredly let you kick him off his bed making him sleep in the living room. The next day you told him what happened [leaving out certain parts ] and he ignored Sieun because you did and he forgave her when you did.
A scoff left his lips, âLike I ever could.â
âWhat can I get you guys?â
You looked away from Jimin quickly, unsure how to feel after his mumbled words and quickly told the bartender what you wanted. An audible sigh was heard from his lips as he turned to Sieun, ready to feel her prying eyes mocking him silently like she usually did when the three were together. She seems to think heâs just your little shadow but heâs not.
âWhereâs Sieun?â He asked suddenly, shifting his gaze back to you, âDid she go to the restroom?â
âI donât know,â you said with a shrug, grabbing your card out of your wallet to pay, âShe didnât say anything?â
âOh my god,â Jimin huffed, âIâm gonna look around real quick, just stay there.â
In all honesty, Jimin was kind of thankful for Sieunâs disappearance. He could take a moment and rethink what was on his mind. Tonight was not the night to ask you out, especially not at a place like this and not with Sieun who he was sure had already drank a little bit before getting here. She was a good girl but sometimes she was reckless and he cared about her too so he left to find her and escape you.
The warehouse was in decent condition for being turned into a club like this and big enough to get lost in. It was shameful to admit how easy it was for Jimin to get lost.
After the fight, Jungkook had a heavy sense of adrenaline still coursing through his veins. His win was a given and with a promise to buy his friends drinks tonight, he went out to celebrate, landing himself at the same place as you for the second time in his life.
One might think it was just coincidental that they both attended the same place a second week in a row or you could look at it from a different perspective. Once again, Jungkook was given a second chance. You had been on his mind for days and it mustâve worked some string of fate to bring you together again and he couldnât let that go.
You havenât noticed him yet but he doesnât blame you. The place was huge and dark so even if he sat across the squared bar counter, you couldnât see him past the bottles at the center and the bartenders checking each side. He could only see you because of one of the strobe lights that kept casting you in a green glow. He recognized your features quickly and was reminded all over again of the strange trance you seemed to put him in.
Jungkook wasnât oblivious to the guy you had been talking to for a while and unlike last time, you didnât seem uncomfortable at all. You seemed to enjoy his company and when he left in the same direction your bitch of a friend did, you looked sad. He watched and waited while you did, the minutes passing by and still standing alone he couldnât take the sight of it any longer.
Jimin and Sieun took forever and the longer you stayed hogging the bar while people tried to order, the more uncomfortable you got being alone. Itâs the only reason why you chose to go and find your friends yourself, hoping they werenât off arguing somewhere.
The last thing you wanted to do was get through the thick crowds to find your friends when you could barely see through strobe lights and random flashes of blue or red. Faces blurred together with deep shadows that barely let you see anyone clearly and your cell service was awful right now. It left you at a stand still, unsure which direction to take and annoyed by it.
In the mix of unfamiliar faces, one began to change and it didnât take long for you to recognize him. Jungkook didnât shy away from your soft glare, looking at you with a glint of adrenaline. His heart was pounding in his chest making his mouth feel dry in surprise. He closed the space between you, taking in your appearance in front of him and with an urge to smile, and shyly pointed out, âYou again.â
âMe?â You questioned dumbly, still trying to wrap your mind around this coincidence. How is it that youâve run into this stranger twice and so suddenly? Sure, you thought about him briefly and you assumed that was the end of it.
âI didnât think Iâd see you again,â Jungkook said. Your brows furrowed together and heâll admit your look of confusion hurt him a little. Had you already forgotten all about him and was he just making a fool of himself this time? As he waited for you to respond, his nails pushed into his palm in a closed fist trying to ease his nerves.
âWhy?â You asked, barely giving him any sort of response before it was his turn again. You too thought youâd never see him again yet you asked because you wanted to know his reasoning.
Despite his growing anxiety that he was the only one who couldnât get you out of his head, he smoothed his tone and said, âBecause you make me nervous.â
âYouâre lying,â you said with the hint of a smile that encouraged him to keep going.
âIâm not,â Jungkook admitted truthfully, a soft look in his eyes as he said, âAnd you have no idea how mad I was that I didnât get your number.â
When you didnât say anything it made his smile falter, âOr did you already forget all about me?â
With a roll of your eyes, you released a small sigh and shook your head no. If anything you were forgetting your search for your friends because he was too distracting. A new smile spread across his features and he looked down at your full hands, âYou plan on drinking all that yourself?â
Itâs obvious they were for you and your bitch of a friend [who he remembers clearly ditching you for guys who insulted you], and some guy. Something inside him is asking who the guy was and if it was someone he should worry about being in his way but heâs decided to ignore it. Until you make it known that you donât like his interest in you, heâs not planning on stopping.
You looked down at the drinks he was referring to and without thinking, you thrusted one toward him, âNo, why donât you take one?â As you juggled the three drinks in your hands, he was so close to grabbing one when a group of drunken people pushed past you to the bar, pressing you toward him.
His focus was on keeping you upright and in his arms rather than the three red cups that were crushed between you, or the cold liquid that spilled down the front of your dress. A soft gasp left your lips, stumbling into him as he held you up but locked eyes with one of the people who bumped into you. The guy didnât even bother apologizing and that annoyed Jungkook even more. He looked up at Jungkook, feeling his glare on him that you didnât even seem to notice as you worried more about the front of your dress being drenched in alcohol.
âHeyâ Jungkook said over the loud music and the guy scoffed, rolling his eyes and attempting to follow his group. He moved to stand in front of him, same height but bigger build and said, âDonât you think you should apologize?â
The guy tried to ignore him but Jungkook made it hard. He stood in front of him, little space between them and it was so obvious he was intimidating him. Jungkook watched the guy look back at you as you tried to dry off the front of your dress, he muttered a useless apology. You rolled your eyes, turning to Jungkook instead as you said, âIâm gonna go dry off.â
He let you walk off without much of a worry as he looked around. Your friends were nowhere to be seen and you left to the bathroom so he had a moment to think of what to do. He wanted to be somewhere you could easily find him, or that he could easily find you. At his feet, a bright screen lit up on the floor capturing his attention and without hesitating, he leant down to pick up the phone, recognizing the familiar wallpaper he had seen nights ago when you sat at the bar with him. Two notifications were stacked at the top and he couldnât help but read them.
jimin: weâre upstairs
jimin: come
The phone has a passcode but he could still read the messages and without thinking, he cleared the notification away and followed after you.
He was not going to miss his chance again.
It took you minutes to dry off alone in the washroom, annoyed by the entire thing. Aside from getting soaked with the stench of alcohol, you were once again reminded that youâve got no idea where your friends are. You liked seeing Jungkook but youâre still feeling alone somewhere youâre not used to. You need to call either Jimin or Sieun and bitch them out for leaving. Once you finished dabbing dry as much of it as possible, you felt around for your phone.
Your eyes widened suddenly, realizing it wasnât with you and you felt the unbelievable weight of fear making its way into your fear wondering where it went. You rushed out of the packed washroom to start your search and came to a full stop as you stepped into the dark hallway.
A smile spread across Jungkookâs face, holding your phone up and waiting down the hall for you to find him. Your hands circled his as you took it from his hand, âOh my god, thank you.â
You quickly checked your notifications screen for any sign that your friends were still alive and rolled your eyes when you found it blank. If they werenât going to reach out to you then whatever, you were just going to do what you want. You tilted your head to the side in thought, looking up at him and asking, âDance with me.â
âOkay,â he smiled warmly, holding your hand and letting you lead him to the music, already swaying your hips to the sound of the music. He let his free hand find the curve of your waist and pulled you toward him happily.
âYouâre so pretty,â he said against your neck, soft touch tracing along your hips as they molded against his to the rhythm of the song playing. When your hands touched his all he could think about is how soft they felt. His fingers were rough and bruised from all the fighting heâs done while yours felt more delicate.
âDo I still make you nervous?â You asked playfully, turning to face him, your chest against his as he kept his arms secure on your sides.
âExtremely,â he looked into your eyes, âEspecially right now that Iâve got you here with me again.â
Now, before anyone pegs you as the type, youâve never been one to do things on such a whim. Usually, it took more to get you to show interest in a guy enough to want to sleep with him and thatâs why this was so confusing. All you wanted to do was act out and get your hands on Jungkook.
Your decision was sudden and the only reason why you had the courage to tilt his chin down and press your lips against his. Jungkook was quick to respond, eager and hungry to taste you on his tongue. His arms circled around your waist, pulling you so close that it felt suffocating.
âMm,â you hummed, pushing against him to catch your breath, âWas that too much?â
You both had shaky breaths that left you panting for air. Jungkook didnât bother to respond as he leaned in for another kiss. This time around, Jungkook kissed you with more purpose.
The first one was on impulse, you kissed but did you really feel anything? He was too rushed and nervous to kiss you right that it felt shallow. Of course it still left him breathless with excitement but he wanted to feel it. When he kissed you the second time, you couldnât help but gasp in surprise. Jungkook was a good kisser, his lips were surprisingly soft and once you got used to the feel of his lip rings, you kinda liked them. You didnât even think about everyone around you.
Your friends were so far out of your mind and all you could think about is Jungkook. He was intoxicating in a way. You know nothing about him but you want him and you canât seem to get enough.
âItâs crowded in here,â You gasped for breath as he kissed down your jaw toward your neck. He was unbothered by the people who watched him, more interested in the way your body seemed to whither against his with each kiss he trailed lower. Your words nearly went past him but they registered enough for him to stop and catch his breath. He looked at you with a dark gaze that reeked of desire.
âDo you want to get out of here then?â He asked, sliding his hand down to yours and pulling you through the thick crow. He made his way through the dark warehouse with ease, not once thinking of the friends he was supposed to be celebrating with tonight. He found a better way to celebrate his win and it was with you and him standing outside with his lips on yours.
He wished he could say he remembers how everything happened but he canât. He doesnât want to remember the agony of driving to your place without the need to feel you again. He couldnât keep his hand off you, driving with one hand on the steering wheel and the other on your thigh. It wasnât enough and he had to bite on his bottom lip to keep from jumping over to kiss you at every stop light. You were too distracted telling him directions to notice the way he itched for more but you couldnât get the thought out of your head either.
There was just something about Jungkook that you wanted at this moment and you donât even know why. He was attractive, so attractive that it was hard to believe him when he says you make him nervous. A guy like Jungkook is nervous because of you? You wanted, no, needed to know why.
âDo you want a drink?â You asked him shyly once you were in the comfort of your apartment. It was big for one person and littered with things he wanted to learn more about.
âSure,â Jungkook said with his back to you as he took it all in. There was a backpack on a chair in the corner of the living room and beside it were a stack of textbooks telling him you were most likely in school. He assumed youâd be somewhere in your twenties, possibly younger than him or even around his age.
There was a wall of framed photos of you with friends, some where you looked obviously younger than now and others that seemed more recent. He found the two people you were with tonight in a couple of them and his eyes lingered a little longer on the guy.
He wasnât in a lot of pictures but he was in enough for Jungkook to notice. In one of them, it was you, Jimin, and some other guy to your side. It looked like a group dinner and if he goes based off the numerous college apparel he found sported by the group, he assumed it was some sort of class gathering. You looked cute with glasses and it took him by surprise to see how different you looked tonight. You looked good either way but he didnât know the side to you that these pictures showed and he wanted to.
Like this pretty one where you laid in bed with a cat on your stomach, resting casually and effortlessly stunning. Is that what you looked like in the morning?
âHere,â you came up behind him and handed him a glass of wine. Jungkook took it with thanks and turned to face you, âWow.â
âWhat?â You asked with a slight scoff. Jungkook shrugged as he tipped back his glass for a drink, âIs it my pictures? Ignore them, I look horrendous in some of them but I need them for the memories.â
âWow, as in Iâm with a pretty girl whoâs been on my mind since the first time we met and I canât believe it,â Jungkook said, taking a step closer to you.
You couldnât help but smirk when you watched him set the glass down on the coffee table and walk toward you, âYouâre a little too good with your words, yknow.â
âReally?â Jungkook asked, circling your waist with his hands, dipping his head to meet yours, âYou think itâs because Iâm telling the truth?â
âIs that it?â You wrapped your arms around his neck and let him pull you into him, âI take it youâre not nervous anymore.â
âTerrifyingly nervous, actually,â he whispered, lips brushing against yours teasingly, âBecause I still want to kiss you.â
You kissed him suddenly but he was ready for it and crushed you against him. His fingers were shaking to unzip the back of your dress and he had to remind himself to be patient. He doesnât know whatâs going on with him, just that he wants you.
He pressed himself closer to you, tongue slipping past his lips and to yours. Somewhere between the way your tongues danced for control, he had gotten the top of your zipper unhooked and was letting it fall apart along your back. It happened so quickly you gasped and circled your arms around his neck hoping to keep the dress from falling and exposing the expanse of your naked body too soon. He distracted you with his mouth along your jaw while his hands roamed your smooth back, feeling you without a barrier and letting his fingertips buzz with want.
He circled his hands down to your hips, tightening his grip and you got the hint quickly, throwing your legs around his waist as he carried you, not once breaking the kiss. You panted, out of breath, and a little shocked by the pace of it all. You werenât complaining but you also werenât expecting him to unzip your dress and hoist you up so easily.
He followed where you pointed and kicked your bedroom door open without a care to how hard it slammed against the wall or how hard he shut it back before he was throwing you onto your bed.
âI usually have more patience,â Jungkook spoke in a low, raspy tone as he reached for the back of his shirt and pulled it off, âBut you have to understand, I havenât been able to get you off my mind.â
You wouldâve responded back about how he has been on your mind too if you hadnât been so distracted by the veins running down his V-line. His abdomen was nothing but solid muscle and his tattoos went farther that you had first originally thought. He had a pretty body, and you were staring at it too hard to articulate a response. He unbutton his jeans, kicking them off and looked at you with a darkened gaze.
As if moving mechanically, you pulled at the straps of your dress, letting it fall off your shoulders and pulled it the rest of the way thanks to his earlier help. It slipped to your feet and he knelt on the bed to help you remove it completely, hovering over your now naked body and staring down at it.
âNow Iâm the one feeling nervous,â you admitted in a teasing tone as you pressed your thighs together knowing the only things separated his manhood from your heat was your thin lace underwear and his Calvin Kleinâs. Jungkook heard what you said but he couldnât understand it. How could you feel nervous? why do you close your thighs and try to hide your bare chest from his eyes?
Do you not realize how perfect you are to him? From the length of your legs to the figure he liked to trace with his hands. He found you beautiful from head to toe and with you laying bare beneath him, he could really appreciate it.
Jungkook couldnât think of the right words for you to know how lovely you looked to him, so instead he kissed your neck, practically pushing your head into the pillows. His hands traced along your sides, caressing teasingly whenever he got too close to your breasts and made a move to touch them but trailing down the last second. It made you arch your back off the bed wanting to feel more and he took it as his sign to keep going.
âPretty, Angel,â he whispered softly, kissing your neck down to your collarbone, moving down toward your chest. He pressed teasing kisses to the soft mounds, his hands circling the underside and squeezing lightly as he kissed over one of your buds, âSo fucking pretty.â
You gasped in surprise when his teeth ghosted over your hardened nipples and soothed the rough feeling with his tongue while his other hand pinched your bud between his index finger and thumb.
His hair tickled your chin and collarbone and you couldnât help but run your fingers through it, feeling him smirk against your skin and scoot down more. He kissed down your stomach, annoyingly skipped over where you craved him most, and kissed your thighs. When you felt the urge to hurry him along, he knew exactly when to slip his fingers under your lace underwear and pulled them down.
âFuck,â you gasped ever so lightly when he spread your thighs apart giving you absolutely no way to conceal your obvious arousal. Jungkook loved it, he loved the sight of your exposed pussy to his hungry eyes. He liked that he could see your clit and the slick that huddled at your center, wondering how it would taste when he ran his tongue along it. And heâs never been one for much self control when he really wanted something, so he went for it.
Your legs threatened to shut the moment his tongue made contact with your clit in a long, teasing lick but he held the open. Your immediate reaction to his touch made his dick harden in his briefs and he pressed it into the mattress for some pressure as he wrapped his lips around your clit in a kiss while his tongue swiped over it. It was obvious to you now that Jungkook was highly experienced in pleasuring someone and it showed in how he licked down your folds, collecting arousal on his tongue and coating your clit with it.
Your head sunk into the pillows as you stared up at the ceiling trying to contain the small whimpers that nearly slipped past your lips but it was hard. He was so attentive with his mouth, making sure to tease all of your cunt but making sure to go back to your clit because thatâs where you would respond the most. When he looked up at you and found you looking elsewhere with your bottom lip between your teeth, he hadnât liked it. He released one of your thighs letting it fall over his shoulder while his hand snaked its way along your body, running over your tits and dragged along your neck.
He felt the way your breath caught in your throat when he pulled at your bottom lip, tracing the curve of it with his fingers before pushing them into your open mouth. You curled your tongue around his middle and index fingers, coating them in saliva and gagging lightly when he pressed them a little too deep. All the while, his mouth worked tricks on your pussy.
When Jungkook felt that his fingers were wet enough, he pulled them out of your mouth and felt you pant at the release. He brought his hand down by his face, pulling at your labia and teasing the folds with his fingertips. It was all you got for warning when his lips sucked at your clit and he pressed his middle finger into your wet cunt. Even with just one, you felt tight and he didnât have to patience to wait before the second one joined.
âOh,â you moaned helplessly, hand blindly searching the sheets for something to hold before trailing over your thighs until you found purchase in Jungkookâs hair. It was all the guidance he needed to thrust his fingers in and out in rhythm with the way his tongue circled patterns into your clit. You shook your head with pleasure, âI canât.â
Jungkook didnât pull back when you squeezed your thighs around his head. Your grip in his hair didnât ease and he knew you wouldnât want him to stop now matter what you said so he didnât. He hooked his fingers into the soft tissue inside your walls, knowing it was your pleasure spot by the way your moans grew.
It was now while he ate out your pussy and fingered you to bliss, that you called bluff on his so-called nervousness around you. No man he claimed to be nervous around you had ever pleasured you the way he has, not this conf
âJungkook,â you whined, tugging at his hair and dragging a groan from his lips at the sudden pull, âCanât wait anymore.â
He heard you clearly but he kept going, he kissed your clit harder and fingered you deeper until your walls tightened around them so much that he couldnât pull them out. He could practically feel the knot forming in your stomach and when he felt as though it could fall apart, he stopped.
An impatient whine slipped past your lips as your legs shook with anticipation for what had been coming and you glared up at him. He was pulling his briefs off, reaching for a condom packet that had been tucked away in his car that he grabbed while you werenât looking.
âWhat, baby? Thought you said you couldnât wait anymore,â He teased as he tore into the packaging with his teeth and brought a hand down to his hard member. You wished you were being dramatic when you thought it was the prettiest cock youâve ever seen, but it was. It was long, not too thin with just the right amount of girth and he was around average in length. Just the right amount to reach that spot that made your toes curl. He was also clean shaven, the veins down his V-line led straight to his cock and their prominence was mouth watering when he stroked himself for friction.
And Jungkook was well aware of the way your eyes traced down his naked body and it only made him smirk. He worked out so often he probably lived at the gym, he ate an appropriate diet, he was fit and healthy. He worked hard to look the way he did and it was obvious you liked it all. He slipped the condom on slowly, letting you imagine how your own hands would feel curled around him and moaned.
âYou can touch if you want,â once again he was teasing you, smirking as he said it and crawled onto the bed.
âYouâre kind of cocky for someone who claims to be nervous around me,â you groaned against his lips as you sat up to kiss him, following his lead as he laid down on his back and pulled you onto his lap.
He grinned, guiding your hips to align with his and he could practically feel your pussy take him in. His cock stood straight at attention, directly pointed to your entrance and you teased his tip by softly grinding in it. He took a deep breath, feeling it catch at your hole and without warning, pressed your thighs down and made you take him in.
âFuck,â you both moaned softly as you sank down his length. You pressed your hands to his chest for support as you adjusted to the intrusion and lifted your hips slowly, feeling the stretch and forcing it away. Jungkook kept his hands on your hips, not moving you but keeping you in place when you began to fuck yourself with his cock. You were hesitant at first, shy as you dragged your hips up but after a while, you began bouncing. Your pace had picked up and you werenât as careful taking him in when you came down on his cock.
âThatâs it,â he moaned, fingers digging into your hips, âKeep going.â
You tossed your head back in pleasure, doing as told and letting him walk you through it as you went faster. You never expected him to be someone who liked when the other was on top but damn did he look good beneath you.
Jungkookâs hair was coated in sweat and he had the arm with the tattoos holding your waist. His lip piercing was pulled between his teeth to hold back his moans and his cock felt so big inside you. The muscles in his abdomen flexed everytime your walls squeezed around him and after a while you didnât notice that he began to take over.
His hands were now moving your hips for you setting it at a quicker and rough pace for his liking. His hips met yours every time you went down and his dick reached a deeper part inside you when he did so. It prodded at your pleasure spot like it knew exactly where it was each time and when it felt like your arms couldnât support your weight anymore, he pulled you down.
âSo good,â you slurred on your words as you fell against his chest, feeling him fuck you roughly from below and move your hips for you while you hugged him.
âMhm, baby, you feel so good,â he grunted.m, bouncing you on his cock feeling his orgasm build up intensely, âSo fucking tight.â
âJungkook,â you moaned, âKiss me.â
He did.
He rolled you onto your back, tired of being stuck below you and nearly folded you in half when he raised your legs up. He kissed you harshly, thrusting back into you with more vigor when you moaned for him.
He canât remember the last time sex ever felt this goodâif it ever felt this way, and he couldnât control himself. He knew he was close already, his cock was now fucking your pussy with more rhythm and determination to make you cum.
Jungkookâs back flex with each buck of his hips and he trapped you below him leaving you with nothing but pleasure and making you take every second of it. Your jaw fell slack, fucked into nothing but a moaning mess and you clawed at his back, âIâm close.â
Those were the right words to egg him on. He was close to cumming too, and he fucked you like heâll never get a chance again. He fucked you good and hard like you never had before and your pussy walls tightened around him with anticipation. The feeling had built up from earlier and now there was no holding back anymore. You physically couldnât stop the crash of your orgasm that wrecked your entire body. Goosebumps rose on your skin, your throat went dry and your thighs shook dramatically around him.
The intensity of your arousal knocked his into action when he felt your slick coat his covered cock in your cum and he fell apart. His body crushed yours under its weight as he pushed into the hilt and held it there, cumming into the comment with a long, drawn out groan in your ear, âFuck.â
It felt like forever before the feeling of being high left your body and when he rolled off of you to lay beside you instead, you took your first real and steady breath of the night. He laid on his back, pulling you into him and tried to catch his breath, âYou felt so good.â
âYouâre so hot,â you admitted to his face, looking up at him and how he began to absentmindedly play with his brow piercing as he looked down at you.
The one round had tired him out if he were being honest, maybe it was how you tightened around him heavenly so it simply because it was you he was sleeping with of all people, but he was tired.
He hadnât expected to feel your hand trace down his lean stomach toward his cock that was still semi-hard and covered in his own cum from when he pulled the condom off.
âWeâre not done, are we?â You asked teasingly, pressing a light kiss against his abs, hand finding his dick and circling around it.
Jungkook couldnât bite back the groan that escaped his lips when you began to jerk him back to hardness, âNot even close, baby.â
5AM
âYouâre leaving?â You asked in a tired tone as you watched him sit up from the bed. Itâs been hours since you slept with him and you both must have fallen asleep when you were snuggling and now youâve woken up to him wrestling his jeans back on.
âThat depends, do you want me to stay?â He asked and he wanted you to say yes. When you fell asleep in his arms he couldnât help but to also and it was so peaceful. His usual soreness after a fight hadnât kicked in yet and he was able to relax. The only reason he woke up at all was because of his annoying phone that lit up from inside the pocket of his jeans.
It was his friend asking for a place to crash. He was going to go home and let Hobi in but instead you woke up with a pout asking if he was leaving. You shrugged, âI mean⌠I get it if you want to leave, I was just asking.â
Your response kind of hurt him and made him wonder if thatâs what you wanted. He looked back at you and the way you laid on your side to look at him. The street lamp hit your window directly and rows of orange light filtered through your blinds and on the edge of your bed. He didnât actually want to leave but he didnât want to overstay his welcome. Some people donât like the morning after and he was going to save himself from getting hurt by someone who might not be too interested too soon.
âI donât want to,â Jungkook admitted with acknowledgement to the way you looked at the thought of him leaving. It didnât take more convincing for him to be pulling the covers over him once more so he could lay beside you.
As the days passed, Jungkook stayed on your mind. It didnât help that your friends felt the need to know everything that happened over the weekend including how you didnât see their texts. You swore up and down that you hadnât received anything from them but the next day after Jungkook finally left your place, you called Jimin who scolded you over the phone.
Even now heâs intent on reminding you how you ditched them for some guy. Sieun was more lenient on the matter, âThereâs nothing like hooking up with a hot stranger on a Saturday night. I didnât think Y/n had it in her but from what I remember, her savior was hot.â
The three of you huddled inside a study room that you booked in the library a few days ago. There was supposed to be actual studying going on but instead the three of you were more interested in discussing the events from the weekend. Apparently, Sieun had spotted someone she knew and thatâs why she ditched you two so fast. It took Jimin a while to find her but once he did, he appreciated the lack of people on the second floor and deemed it safer and probably more enjoyable than where he had left you. He sent you texts that you never read and with bad connection, his calls wouldnât go through.
It wasnât until the morning after that you told them what you had been up to and with who. Sieun remembered Jungkook from what happened with Jisoo and Rowoon and even she could admit he was attractiveâmaking sure to tell you she would have happily jumped his bones too. Usually youâre not as vocal about who you choose to spend a night with but considering the three of you separated on Saturday, it felt like you owed them that much.
âDo you think youâll see him again?â Jimin asked as he mindlessly jotted down notes from a seminar he missed this morning.
âWe're supposed to meet up later for dinner,âyou admitted, scrolling aimlessly through your online textbook to find the short questionnaire.
âOoh, youâre already going for round two? Look at you, you little slut. First you sleep with a stranger and now you plan on hitting him up for more. I didnât think you had it in you,â Sieun joked obnoxiously.
âItâs not like that,â you tried to say, âItâs just a quick meal⌠nothing serious.â
Jimin pursed his lips, âHm, just be careful alright. Whenâs the last time you dated someone?â
âOh my god, itâs really not like that, nobody is talking about dating anyone. Weâre just going to hang out, thatâs it. We donât even know each other that well,â you told him but he only shared a look with Sieun.
âWas he at least good in bed?â She asked and Jimin covered his ears instantly. Your studying had been long forgotten as you talk about quite literally anything else going on in your life and in a weird way, it felt good.
Usually, youâre locked up in a room studying for the next big exam but lately youâve been trying to loosen up. You werenât super big into going out but ever since you ran into Jungkook for the first time it made you wonder why you weren't out having fun like everyone else. You forced yourself out this past weekend and you had the luck to run into Jungkook again, so why shouldnât you let yourself have fun with someone new? Thatâs what this was all about, why youâre going out with Jungkook.
Your day went by in a blur probably due to nerves as you anxiously waited for Jungkook. Your last lecture finished late and the sun had already begun to set when you left the auditorium with Jimin who waited outside for you.
âSo heâs picking you up?â Jimin asked, taking your backpack off your shoulders so he could carry it. The walk was short to the gate entrance but he did it out of habit and you never argued against it. Jimin has been a good friend to you for some time now and heâs been this way with you. When he gets curious about who youâre potentially seeing, you never think too much about it and always answer honestly.
âYeah, but Iâll text you later about the project,â You told him, staring out to the entrance trying to see if he was here yet. In an attempt to put yourself out there more, you met Jungkook and itâs been the most exciting thing to happen in a while.
Itâs not that you werenât hit on before or had past ârelationshipsâ but none made you feel as giddy as Jungkook does. Usually youâre on your own studying or going to your part time job so making time for someone else wasnât on your radar until Jungkook. How strange it is that you could quickly change and act interested in someone else. Jimin felt pushed aside as your friend but he didnât want to think about it. Heâs seen you ignore guys so often that itâs taken him by complete surprise to see you show interest in someone who wasnât him and heâs still not sure how he should feel.
âHeâs here,â you turned to Jimin, taking your backpack off his shoulders and wrapping your arms around his neck in an embrace. Jimin didnât hesitate to hug you back, quickly looking up to find the guy youâve been talking about. His hold on you didnât ease as he locked eyes with the guy with shock.
Jungkook was nothing like the kind of guys Jimin pictured you with. He was rugged, rough around the edges and in all honesty, intimidating. How else was he supposed to take Jungkookâs appearance as? He stood against a black Yamaha with his arms crossed in front of his chest staring Jimin down.
He wore a black compression shirt with his tattooed arms on display, black jeans, and shoes. The only color on him was the flash of silver from the shining chain around his neck, his piercings, and the silver Rolex on his wrist. He matched the motorcycle behind him with its silver, chrome rims and a clean engine.
Jimin thought about himself and the other guys you hang around. He tends to wear softer colors and heâs heard too many times how approachable he looks. Jin, who youâve been close to since you started Uni, was your senior and he always evoked a welcoming smile on his face. He was buff from working out but not scary. Not even the last guy he remembers you talking to wore this much black or drove a motorcycle. What was this about?
âBe safe,â Jimin mumbled as he finally let you go and broke his gaze away from the guy.
âI will,â You waved goodbye and looked at Jungkook, unable to stop the bite on your lip as you looked at him.
Jungkook waited until your friend walked away for his glare to soften, only able to think about the way he hugged you tightly and watched him as he did it. You didnât fight off his touch either, you enabled it and he wished you wouldnât. You shouldnât need to be so affectionate with anyone else now heâs here, especially not another man. He tried to smile when you approached him but all he could think about was where the guyâs hands had been.
They touched your waist, sliding under your cropped knitted sweater just slightly and touching your bare skin. When he let go, his hand had gone down to your hip, one final attempt to keep his hand on you and that meant he knew how soft the denim of your jeans was.
Why did he get to touch you first?
A smile spread across his lips as he eased the lines of irritation off his face the closer you got. Pushing off his bike, he uncrossed his arms and opened them wide, waiting for you to come to him, âCome here, Angel.â
You nearly jumped in his arms, and it made it easy for Jungkook to lift you off the ground in a tight embrace, taking in the soft and familiar smell of your perfume. Jungkook didnât shy away from showing affection as he left soft kisses against your neck while you tried to keep yourself from losing your footing and with a small laugh, you pushed him back, âThanks for waiting.â
âOf course,â Jungkook said as he released you, only keeping your hand in his, leading you toward his bike, âIâve missed you.â
âLiar,â you teased, eyeing the motorcycle before you, âThis is yours?â
His muscles tensed when you said he was lying but he tried to let it go and answer your question, âYeah, why? Are you scared?â
âNo,â you shook your head looking over at him, âIâm excited.â
A smirk pulled at the corner of his lips and he lifted up a black helmet with light pink detail around the framing, âGood, because youâll be riding it more often. This is yours.â
âWhat?â You touched the helmet as he helped you put it on, âThe helmet?â
He nodded with a bite of his lip, âCanât have you riding around without proper safety. I picked it up this morning, itâs custom.â
You didnât stop to think about what he said, too excited to get on your first motorcycle. Jungkook had your helmet ordered a few days ago with some added detail he thought you might like. In all honesty, when he left your place the next morning, he submitted the order and began to think of what else you might like. Heâs surprised you werenât nervous and he had thought the helmet would ease you into the idea of letting him drive you around but you didnât even hesitate to get on. It was cute how excited you seemed and it did things to him.
âHold me around here,â He said, adjusting your legs to straddle him as moving your arms around his waist, âHow does it feel?â
As he waited for you to answer, he felt your hand press against his abdomen, sliding over the ridges of muscle heâs gained in training and toward his taut stomach, fingertips brushing against the belt around his waist. He looked down at your ringed hand catching a feel of him with a crooked smile that you couldnât see under the helmet. Your head rested against the back as you brought your hands back to where he had them first and said, âFeels fine.â
Tease.
Youâre a fucking tease.
Here you are, straddling his bike, feeling him up but hugging another guy. He wants to enjoy it but Jimin is on the back of his mind and it was annoying the shit out of him. He just wanted to be with the person he has feelings for without thinking of anyone else. He has to remind himself youâve only just started seeing each other, thereâs still some things to learn for the both of you.
For him, it was to slow down. He couldnât jump into it and expect you to give him the same energy, this is why he was hesitant to approach you. He knew he wouldnât be able to take things slow.
Your first ride on a motorbike had been exhilarating. When you first found Jungkook standing beside it, your heart raced with worry but then you remembered what you told yourself. You were going to try new things and you liked it. Jungkook knew what he was doing and he made you feel safe when he would run a soothing hand along your thigh at a stoplight.
He was a gentleman too. He took your helmet off you when you got to the restaurant and held the door open for you. He pulled your chair out, let you order first and kept his eyes on you and only you. Youâve never met a guy who acts the way he does and itâs a shame.
âTell me about yourself,â you asked after it felt like ages of him listening to you rant about one of your professors. Jungkook had such a look of patience as he listened but you were tired of talking, and scared you were secretly boring him. You needed to know something about him.
Your food arrived at the table and Jungkook unwrapped your silverware for you, cleared the table and made sure you were taken care of first before saying anything. When he finally did decide to speak, it started with a clear throat, âWhat do you want to know?â
âAre you in school?â You asked, remembering the night in bed when you figured out your ages through late night cuddles and superficial conversation. You could barely remember what i you talked about because your mind was so clouded and there was still so much to know about him aside from his name and age.
âNo, I never went to college,â Jungkook admitted, shifting his gaze toward the other end of the restaurant, âI own a gym.â
âReally?â You asked with surprise, trailing your eyes down to his shoulder muscles, âBut youâre so young.â
Underneath the table, Jungkookâs leg had stretched out toward you, foot hitting yours teasingly as he went on, âYeah, I worked a lot and saved up enough to put a deposit down on a studio. The equipment is old and itâs usually used for kickboxing so there needs to be open space without bulky new machines in the way. I make do with what I got. What are you studying again?â
âUh uh,â you waved a finger at him, âIâve been going on and on about myself already, I want to hear more about you.â
âBut I could listen to you all day, Angel,â Jungkook said with a smooth tone. You smirked and rolled your eyes, âNice try but keep going.â
He stayed silent for a moment as you waited for him to keep going, looking down at your plate. A small smile spread across his lips as he said, âThereâs not much to know, Iâm a boring guy. I've got two loving parents, an older brother Iâm close to, and a son named Bam, heâs a Doberman. Thatâs it.â
âDo they live around here?â You asked, trying to get him to open up more. Jungkook just shook his head no and said, âThey live in Busan. What about you? Are you close with your family?â
âUm, not really, they think Iâm always too busy so they stopped checking on how I was doing,â You told him honestly, âBut they pay for my schooling so I guess thatâs a plus.â
The two of you stayed and talked long after the plates were cleared from your table and you couldnât remember the last time you had a good conversation with someone. Jungkook was a lot softer than his appearance let off. He was sweet and caring and he seemed to listen to every word you said intently your first impression of him as someone tough and intimidating was slowly beginning to dissipate. Jungkook only allowed himself to come off this way but he was into you. He wanted you to know he can be a good guy and so far he thinks heâs done a good job. Youâve been all smiles this entire time and heâs loved every second of it.
If he could, he would stay here all night just listening to you go on and on about anything that interested you. You had his full attention, nearly making him miss the person behind you. He recognized him right away and his lips curled in a knowing smirk when the guy spotted him.
âLooks like they forgot to take out the trash,â the guy mumbled under his breath as he passed by the table you occupied with Jungkook. You couldnât help but turn at those words, wondering who said that and locked eyes with a tall, good looking guy. Your brows furrowed with confusion, unable to tell if he was talking about you and Jungkook but as you looked up at Jungkook, he was watching the guy closely.
âDo you know him?â You asked under your breath as Jungkook motioned for the waiter to bring the check now. He shook his head, âNo.â
âGood for nothing, Iâm telling you, and he doesnât fight fair,â the guy spoke from a table not too far from where you two were, âI bet the next time, Iâll take him and he won't be running his mouth like he did last time.â
Jungkook couldnât help back the scoff that left his lips and he tried to hide his annoyance from showing on his face. All he wanted was to have a good night with you and now someone from his past has decided to unexpectedly rui it. It wasnât even anyone who mattered, just some guy he fought against a couuple years ago. The guy is still bitter that his trash talking left him with a broken nose and dislocated shoulder. Itâs obvious he hasnât learned his lesson and now that heâs seeing Jungkook again, heâs reminded all over again of the physical pain he put them through and thins this time would be different.
If jungkook really wants to, he would show the guy that time hasnât changed anything and that he could easily still wring his neck if he chose to. The guy should feel lucky that Jungkook is here with you and doesnât feel the need to cause a scene.
âReady to go, angel? Itâs getting a little crowded here,â Jungkookâs tone was strained as he tried to sound unaffected by the guyâs remarks but in reality, he was pissed. It was one thing for the guy to run his mouth but to do it when Jungkook is clearly trying to enjoy himself with someone?
âSure,â your energy was down as you looked back to the guy and the people he was with. They were staring over at you with dark gazes that send a shiver down your back.
âOne chance and Iâll knock his fucking teeth in,â the guy said, âThen Iâll take his bitch while Iâm at it.â
The last comment seemed to have Jungkook frozen in place. You watched him turn back to the guy with a tense jaw and dead eyes as if in warning and it left you feeling worried and confused. Itâs obvious he does know this guy or else why would he be saying those things just to get a reaction out of him? What were you supposed to do in this situation?
âKook?â The nickname slipped from your lips before you could stop yourself and for a second you thought it had gone unheard until he turned to you with a gentle smile. Jungkook completely switched out of his hardened expression as he walked to your side, sliding his arm around your waist and said, âLetâs go.â
âYou okay?â You asked as the two of you made it out of the restaurant in one piece. Jungkookâs motorcycle sat perfectly in the parking lot, waiting for you two to get on it and Jungkook pressed you against it.
Your arms went around his neck without question as he leaned in to plant a soft kiss against your lips, âOf course.â
He pulled away shortly, meeting your gaze, âLetâs get you home.â
In the back of your mind you knew something was off about the entire thing that happened at the restaurant but you werenât sure how to bring it upâif you even could. The guy was talking about him, and you, and what he said raised questions that you wanted answers to but Jungkook wasn't going to give them to you, especially not tonight. His entire demeanor changed even if he tried to pretend like it didnât but you saw right through his tense face and deep, jagged breaths. It was messing with his head but you couldnât ask him about other things so soon. For all you know, that guy did Jungkook dirty and he had no desire to open up old wounds.
Plus, youâve only known him for a short time so why bring it up? Over time if it mattered, heâll tell you, you think.
Jungkook dropped you off at your apartment with a kiss goodbye and a promise to call. You didnât even have time to stall and see if he would come up to stay the night before he was speeding off with a roar of his engine. You went upstairs to unwind, wondering what had bothered Jungkook so much about the guy. He seemed to have good restraint or else he would have acted out at the restaurant but he also couldâve been acting calmer because you were there. What would have happened if the guy caught him alone?
It took him hours to get over it, and even then, he wasnât actually. If anything he was just pleased to know he could do something about it without putting you in the middle and thatâs why when he pulled up to the address he scribbled, he couldnât help but grin with excitement.
âYou found it?â Yoongi asked through his carâs Bluetooth. He switched out his bike earlier to look less suspicious and began his search for that lowlife.
âYeah, he just got home,â Jungkook muttered quietly as he watched the shittalker, Minho, get out of his red Nissan. He left his garage open and gave Jungkook a good view of the garage door opening and closing behind him as he entered the house alone.
âYou shouldâve heard what he said about Y/n, hyung,â Jungkook said, pulling on a pair of black leather gloves. He called you a bitch just to see if itâll rule him up and if thereâs one thing he hates, is disrespect someone heâs with. He was supposed to ask you to be his girlfriend tonight, officially, yet here he was pulling his black hood over his beanie clad head and sliding on a black face mask.
Yoongi released a sigh, once again being reminded of you. Jungkook had been going on and on about you like a lovesick puppy for some time now and Yoongi was just waiting to see when he would act up. In truth, Jungkookâs never been in a real relationship, only short flings but he never fully gave anytime the time of day. He was always distracted and uncaring so when he started talking about you and how he wanted to be with you, it was hard for Yoongi or the others to believe it.
Now hereâs Jungkook more bothered by the fact Minho referred to you as a bitch than all the trash talking he had been doing. He was about to do something reckless and Yoongi couldnât help but support it, knowing how much his friend needed to get out of his system before something worse could happen?
What could be worse than Jungkook tracing the guyâs footsteps into his house with a brick in hand?
Who knows.
âOne more minute,â his voice was low and gentle, as he whispered against your neck. His cold hand traced along your exposed waist and pulled you closer to his embrace.
âJungkook,â you said with a sigh, reluctant to leave your side of his bed, âIâve got a presentation at nine that I have to prepare for.â
After dinner with him, you had been home trying to unwind and call up your friend to work on the project together. You stayed up past midnight trying to finish it and when you received a call from Jungkook asking to be let up, you had debated saying no. Whatever happened at the restaurant had raised some questions but in the end, his smooth talking got him in your bed for the rest of the night.
Your words held little sway against the relaxation of your body against his and feeling the light warmth of his kisses lingering on your skin. His lips trailed down your collarbone, bunching the small top you wore to bed and to your exposed navel. The touches there wouldnât last long before he was back to your shoulder, soft kisses decorating your skin. It felt so intimate even if it was so harmless. You turned your head to face him better and he took it as a chance to kiss the corner of your mouth gently, âWeâve got plenty of time.â
He wasnât even asking for sex, he just didnât want to leave your bed yet knowing he wouldnât be able to see you all day. He locked his fingers around yours as you shook your head no, âIâm meeting my partner early so we could run through lines one more time.â
âDo I know them?â Jungkook asked, eyes looking down at yours as you laid beside him. Despite still sounding calm and relaxed, there was something off about his tone. You thought about his question for a second, debating if you should tell him or not.
âYeah, Jimin, he was with me when you picked me up earlier,â you said as he finally loosened his hold on you enough for you to get up. He watched you leave the bed in nothing but your top and a lacy pair of underwear, making your way to your closet as he made himself comfortable on your bed.
He watched in awe as you came back out and dropped the clothes down on the foot of the bed while beginning to undress what little you wore. You carried on your usual morning routine and turned the TV on to the first thing that played for some background noise.
âLast night around 11:00pm, a neighbor heard strange noises coming from a residential area in __ district.â
âY/n,â Jungkook called your name as he stared at the remote you tossed onto your vanity. You were slipping on a skirt you deemed appropriate for your presentation and looked at him, attempting to zip up the back on your own.
âHelp me?â You asked before he could say anything else and he sat up to just that, listening to the news playing quietly.
âIt wasnât until this morning that the brave neighbor knocked on the door of Kim Minhoâs place early at 6:00am, checking to see what the noise was.â
âIâve been meaning to ask,â He cleared his throat awkwardly, âWould you um, w-well, I want you toâ go out with me? Like, maybe start dating, officially.â
âOfficially?â You turned to him with a playful grin, shoving him back on the bed softly, âAs in?â
âThe 24 year old was found unconscious lying in a pile of what appears to be his own blood with blunt force wounds on multiple parts of his body.â
You made an attempt to turn to the television, finally feeling it pique your interest but Jungkook pulled you onto him with one swift tug of your skirt and said, âGirlfriend, I want you to be mine.â
âKim has been transported to the local hospital where they attempt to bring him back to a stable condition. That is all the news we have as of now but weâll get back to you as soon as more becomes available.â
âOkay,â you smiled, straddling his lap now in nothing but your skirt and bra, âBut I should finish getting dressed.â
Your now boyfriend had an evident pout on his face as you quickly kissed him on the lips before pulling yourself off him. He watched you finish getting ready, making himself comfortable on your bed before saying, âChange the channel or something.â
The room he locked himself into was filled with gloom. There were no family pictures on the wall or any sign of a happy childhood like yours. Instead there were empty picture frames nearly identical to the ones that adorned your apartment that he soon planned to fill with pictures of the two of you together. So far heâs only got one picture and itâs of you laying in bed together.
Your head was resting on his bare chest as he kissed your hair and took the selfie. You looked so cute to him and every time he looked at it, it would make something bubble in his chest. Thereâs no way for him to truly explain the depths of his feelings for you and where they sprouted from and they only seemed to grow stronger the more he thought about you.
Youâre just everything heâs ever imagined and heâs not being dramatic at all. Whenever he thought about the perfect person for him he always imagined someone like you. You were the craving for his sweet tooth. If he were coffee, youâd be the sweetener.
His world has been so black and blue and finally explosions of other colors were clouding his life. No longer was he just thinking in the negative, he was thinking about the positive and how that was you. Heâs decided heâll become a better man for you, someone who truly deserves you even if he already thinks nobody else does but him.
Life has been so unfair to him and you have been the only upside to it so how could he not want to keep you for himself? You understand him, or at least the version of him heâs told you and heâs sure that over time youâll understand the real him.
Yes, heâs been hiding things but itâs been for the best. He canât just introduce his full self to you and expect you to be alright with everything heâs done. He has to ease you into his faults and hope that youâll love him for him.
The first night when you asked him how often he goes to that shitty bar, he was passive. He answered your question without telling the full truth and he thinks that lately thatâs all heâs been doing. When you asked him about his family⌠he was truthful.
His parents were loving, and he does have an older brother. Were they loving to him necessarily? He would have to say no, but you didnât ask him for clarification. You simply asked about his family and he answered. Of course he left out the part where he was kicked out when he was 15 for getting into too many school fights. In his defense, thinking about that still hurts him.
It was obvious heâs always been a troubled kid but for his parents to just turn him away the second it gets too hard? They were fine with all those times he would steal the car or smoke behind the school building. What difference did it make when he put his hands on someone? Maybe they were upset he wasnât more like his brother, his perfect brother.
Student council president.
Top of his class.
Accepted into the best schools.
Caring.
Jungkook could be caring. Heâs proven it with you. He stepped in when you needed help, he offered you company when you were ditched by your so-called friends, he listened to every word you said with such devotion.
In the back of his mind he imagined his family, and how they would feel to know heâs finally found someone who cares about him. And yes, heâs aware his hyungs care about him but even then it feels superficial at times. Hoseok was partially at fault he got ran out of home. He was the one always helping Jungkook train and start problems when he felt like it.
But Hoseok was also the one to take him in. Heâs the one to put clothes on his back and all Jungkook had to do was release all the pent up anger from over the years and win a fight for him. Thatâs it.
And he canât act like itâs a burden. Itâs gotten him money, and his gym studio [which wasnât a lie], itâs gotten him opportunities he couldnât imagine before. Plus, heâs an angry guy and it helps get it out of his system. Now all he can be is loving and sweet to the person that matters to him, you.
You were just so perfect to him and he canât explain why.
There was a chance he wouldnât get to see you today and it was eating at him. When he got home from some of his boxing lessons, the first thing he had done was call you to see what you were up to. You couldnât even answer the phone because you were studying and only promised to call him when you were done. Itâs been an hour now and heâs finding it hard to believe youâre still at the campus library.
As if the thought of you had magically made you reach out to him, his phone rang and he answered so quickly, âHey.â
âHey,â your voice sounded airy like you were exhausted, âI just got done and Iâm about to leave now.â
âReally?â Jungkook shot out of bed, looking over at his dog, who lifted their head up with piqued interest, âShould I come over? Have you had dinner? I could pick something up on the way.â
âMy place is a mess right now,â you admitted as you walked to the exit, âHow about I come to your place this time? Iâve never been there and I want to see how my boyfriend lives.â
Jungkook looked around at his bedroom, âYou want to come to mine?â
âSure, why not, Iâll get to meet Bam and maybe get more of that homecoming of yours,â you were smiling, your playful tone making his heart flutter, âI mean itâs only fair.â
âIâokay,â Jungkook stood up, searching around for where to start, âBut itâs nothing special. Are you going to spend the night?â
âI can, I just need to stop home and pack some things,â You told him, taking a right to the closest train station.
With the promise of you finally seeing his place, Jungkook grew frantic. Itâs not like he lived in a dump, he was decently well off but⌠he doesnât pay attention to it at all. Heâs overly clean but itâs so spotless it doesnât even look lived in. Your place was filled with things that reminded him of you. Books, vinyls, posters, even your choice in culinary set seemed exactly like you.
His place looked like a blank slate. All he had was the punching bag in the corner of his living room, the matching motorcycle helmets, and the now framed picture of you on his bedside.
When you were dropped off in front of the duplex, you werenât sure what you were getting yourself into. The place was big with a garage below the main floor you could only assume had his motorcycle and car parked. It was clean and well kept so when he answered the door, you hadn't expected anything less. Of course you didnât expect it to be so bare either.
âAm I getting a tour?â You asked looking around the living room to a plain black couch, flat screen tv, dog bed, and punching bag. On the entrance table were your helmets but aside from that it felt pretty gloomy. Jungkook scratched the back of his head, âSure, uh, well youâve seen the living roomâŚâ
He led you down an empty hall toward the master bedroom and stood at the doorway as you looked around. His lip was pulled between his teeth and he was worrying away at it the longer you looked around.
âWait,â You walked off, sitting on the edge of his bed as you looked down at the frame, âThis is cute. You need to get a look at me before falling asleep?â
âObviously,â Jungkook tried to say with a relaxed chuckle as he joined you on the bed, âWhen I canât get the real thing.â
âWell itâs nice to see Iâve made it as one of the very few essentials in your home design,â You joked, pulling him closer to the collar of his shirt, âItâs cute.â
âYou're one of the few people who have ever said that to me,â Jungkook said with a chuckle, leaning into your touch and brushing his lips against yours.
âGood, letâs keep it that way,â you pressed your lips to his, kissing him softly, âIt sounds so cringy to say, but I missed you.â
âI missed you too,â he said. He took you to your classes before leaving to the gym earlier but it felt so long ago. He really did miss you and to hear you say the same things to him, it did things.
âSo, I actually wanted to talk to you,â you mumbled between kisses, sitting up in his bed, âIâm going out with Sieun this weekend, but I just wanted to let you know.â
You waited to see how heâd respond, if he would act upset or annoyed. Most guys tend to get jealous and possessive but you were hoping he was different. You werenât doing anything behind his back so itâs better to know where you stand now. If he asks to go out with his friends, you wouldnât get upset, youâre only hoping heâll feel the same.
âSieun?â He questioned, looking away from you for a moment. The same bitch who chooses a guy over you? The one who seems boy crazy? âItâll be fun, and just call me if you need anything.â
His response caught you by surprise but you tried not to dwell on it, a smile spreading on your lips as you hugged him, âThank god, I thought you were going to be one of those guys that throws a fit whenever their girlfriend goes out without them. Can we take Bam for a walk now?â
Jungkook didnât say anything, simply smiled a tight smile and hugged you back.
He had been dreading the weekend. His friends were all on his line asking him to go out and get drunk with them but he was too nervous. He was too scared thinking about you and what you were doing to try and relax. Yoongi had to try and physically drag Jungkook out of his apartment and even that hadnât been enough for him to ease up.
He loved going out with the guys, it usually entailed drinking, money, and some random girl to occupy his interest. Now all he could think about is where you were and what you were doing.
âKook, come on youâre better than this,â Namjoon said as he tried to hand Jungkook back his darts, âWhatâs on your mind?â
âY/n is out drinking with a friend of hers,â Jungkook said, checking his phone for any notification, âAnd she hasnât called or texted me since she left.â
âIsnât that good?â Hoseok asked with a chuckle, âSheâs off doing her own thing and youâre doing your own. Iâd kill to be with someone who wasnât blowing up my phone anytime Iâm out.â
âSeriously, I get about five texts from Jia everytime Iâm out with you guys,â Yoongi said as he took a drink of his beer, âBut I gotta say, Iâm surprised you let her off her leash. I feel like lately, youâre latched to her side.â
Jungkook looked up from his phone with hardened eyes as he looked at his friend. Heâs not sure what Yoongi meant by that but he didnât like what he was possibly referring to you as.
âWhoa, careful there. Jungkookâs got actual feelings for Y/n, you canât go calling her a bitch or anything,â Hoseok said jokingly. The two never held much respect for anyone but themselves but it never bothered Jungkook this much.
âNow I didnât say that,â Yoongi responded with a laugh.
Namjoon watched as Jungkookâs jaw tensed and he was quick to try and intervene, âSo how long has she been out? I feel like we just barely got you out of your house.â
âA couple hours now,â Jungkook said, choosing to ignore his other two friends, âShe left long before I did.â
âWho knows, maybe sheâll be calling you up soon,â Namjoon said as he tapped his beer bottle against Jungkookâs, âUntil then just try and let loose.â
Just as the sigh in agreement left Jungkookâs lips, his phone began to ring.
When you called him, telling him how much you wanted to see him, you hadnât expected him to answer so quickly. All it took was for you to tell him the address of the club you were at before he was showing up in search for you. It was cute how quick he was to see you.
âYou okay?â Was the first thing Jungkook asked when he found you among the mix of people. His arms circled your waist and you threw yours around his neck in greeting, taking in the musky smell of his cologne and nearly growing weak in the knees. He held you up with a strong arm as he looked around to who you were with.
âYeah, Iâm great, do you want a drink?â You asked, already trying to lead him to the bar but he shook his head no.
âIâm not drinking,â he said. He had barely drank half of one beer when you called and now that heâs seeing you, heâs decided itâs better he stays sober. You were very obviously intoxicated but not to the point where you were making a mess of yourself. He could just tell from the way your eyes glossed over and your slurred words. You called him to take care of you.
âY/n,â Sieun called to you as she held up another shot, âOne more.â
He watched you take it from her hands and down it back, scrunching your face in disgust as the warmth traveled down your throat. You chased it down with soda to wash away the taste and he held you upright. He didnât want to sound pushy but he had to ask, âHow much have you had already?â
âNot too much,â you said, leaning against him, âFive, maybe six drinks, Sieun?â
âAnd two shots,â Sieun said with a laugh as she looked up to Jungkook with curiosity in her gaze, âBut come on Y/n, isnât it time to finally introduce me to your new guy?â
You smiled, pulling Jungkook closer, âRight. Jungkook this is my best friend, Sieun. You might remember her from that first place we met and⌠Sieun, this is my boyfriend. Isnât he so cute?â
âThe cutest,â Sieun said looking at him, âYou said I could sleep over right?â
You nodded your head, sniffling slightly as you blinked away your blurred vision. Jungkook held you tighter as he turned to look at you, âAre you ready to go?â
âMaybe,â you admitted, feeling the sense of nausea begin to set in.
âWeâve been drinking for a while, she might have had one too many at this point,â Sieun said to him but he wasnât listening to her. Instead he was reading your face to see how you felt, âYou want to go home baby?â
You gave a weak nod and it was all it took for Jungkook to step up. He led you out with your friend close on his trail and helped you into the front seat. He buckled you in and kept your head from rolling to the side while your friend got in the backseat.
âThanks for picking us up,â Sieun said as Jungkook drove off, âYou seem like a good guy.â
Jungkook just nodded in acknowledgment, silently driving to your place and taking your hand in his. Now that you werenât standing and actively moving, your energy seemed to have died down. You looked tired now and he wondered if you were starting to get a headache.
âWas it just you two all night or did someone else join you?â Jungkook decided to ask. You were half asleep and he wanted to ask you instead but he was too impatient to wait. Plus, he didnât want you thinking he was worried.
âJust us two, you shouldâve joined us,â Sieun said from the backseat, âIt wouldâve probably been more fun.â
No it wouldnât have. All Jungkook would be able to think about is how annoying he thought she was and it would be evident on his face.
âNext time,â Jungkook lied as he pulled up to your building. He turned the car off and walked to your side, opening your door and helping you up. When you raised your arms to him, he couldnât help but lift you all the way to your apartment. He took your keys and unlocked your door, leaving it open for your friend to follow as he led you to your room.
âKooky,â you whined, falling onto the bed and lifting your leg. Jungkook didnât hesitate to help you out of your heels and get you into something else to sleep in.
He kind of liked that he was getting the chance to take care of you.
âCan you get me some water?â You asked, making yourself comfortable in your bed.
âOf course, Angel, Iâll be right back,â Jungkook said, softly caressing the side of your face before making his way out of the room. In all honesty, he had nearly forgotten Sieun was over until he was in the kitchen. She seemed to know where the extra blankets and pillows were and made her bed on the couch. She was in a skimpy dress and too tall of heels which she was struggling to get out of and looking at Jungkook, âOnce again, thanks for picking us up.â
âWell I wasnât just going to let Y/n find another way home,â Jungkook mumbled to himself as he opened your cabinet for a glass. He had already assumed heâd be picking you up if Sieun ditched you.
âYou know, youâre a lot cuter than I remember,â she said with a laugh as she kicked her heels off. She got up from her spot and made her way to the kitchen as Jungkook filled your glass, âItâs a shame, Y/n found you first.â
Jungkook couldnât stop the curl of his lips in disgust as he processed what she was saying. He looked over at her, âMeaning?â
âI just mean⌠youâre not usually Y/nâs type,â Sieun tried to say, her drunken speech more prominent, âI saw you that first night too.â
He couldnât help but roll his eyes, âWas that before or after you laughed when those guys called her a bitch?â
âThey were joking, and I told them off after,â Sieun said, invading his space to grab a cup for herself, âBut it was kind of hot how quick you were to jump in.â
Jungkook couldnât help but stare at her in disbelief. He couldnât believe she was trying to hit on him while you were in the other room. He was finding her more and more disgusting.
âYouâre kind of a slut, arenât you?â Jungkook asked with a slight chuckle, seeing her taken back expression.
âExcuse me?â She asked, her cocky smile gone as he insulted her suddenly.
âYou. Youâre a slut, right? I mean thatâs what Iâve picked up,â Jungkook said with a shrug, âWhy else would you be trying to hit on your friendâs boyfriend in her house?â
âI wasnât h-hiââ
âYou werenât?â Jungkook asked, âSo should I just get Y/n out here so she could listen to you too?â
Sieun had nothing to say at this point. She had in fact been hitting on him, or at least trying to see how far her teasing could go before he stopped it but she didnât expect to be called out like this. Jungkook didnât seem to care that she stopped and had begun to think about what was going on as he continued, âNow, if you ask me, I canât tell you why she would want to be friends with a trashy whore like you but I guess thatâs not for me to figure out. All I can really tell you is to stay out of my fucking way and donât bother talking to me again.â
With that, he left her alone in the kitchen trying to process what had just happened.
âI think I drank too much,â you whined tiredly when your boyfriend made his way back into your bedroom. An amused smile pulled at his lips as he handed you the glass of water and sat on your side of the bed, âIâm never drinking again.â
âOkay,â he whispered, only half-believing you and smoothing his hand down your side when you groaned about a headache, âDid you at least have fun?â
Jungkook just seemed to be too good to be true. You had never met, much less been with, a guy who seemed to have everything together the way he did and it was still hard for you to understand it. Not to mention the fact that he treated you so well and always has since you first met, itâs just hard to believe. What was his deal?
Maybe you were being paranoid and thinking that something bad was bound to happen soon but that had to be the case. Never once has anything ever worked out for you as well as your relationship with Jungkook has and you canât let it go. Youâve been with him for weeks and he hasnât made a single slip up.
He always texts back fast, and calls you when heâs free. Heâs always putting effort to see you and just takes care of you over all. He does a bunch of little things that make your heart flutter like bringing home whatever sweet you told him was your favorite, or cooking you something for dinner when youâre not in the mood to do it yourself. He lets you pick the movie or song and rarely makes you pay unless you beg him to and heâs always showing how much of his attention he has.
He's too perfect, sure thereâs still some things you donât know about him but heâll tell you over time, hopefully.
âAre you coming to dinner tonight?â Jimin asked over lunch on Friday. The cafeteria was full with college students and the two of you occupied a small table close to a window.
âI have to work but if I can get off early then I might,â You admitted, mindlessly scrolling through your Instagram. You looked up at the third chair beside you and asked, âWhereâs Sieun? I feel like sheâs been M.I.A for the last couple of days.â
âI donât know, she probably forgot she had a project due and is doing some last minute work on it,â Jimin said with a shrug, noting her absence, âOr sheâs tired of seeing you all lovey dovey when she canât keep a guy around.â
âDonât start with your little remarks, Chimmy,â you waved a playful finger at him, âSieun is happy doing what she wants.â
âYeah but thatâs because itâs her only choice. Do you think if someone showed actual interest, she wouldnât want to settle down?â Jimin asked, making you look at him skeptically. You didnât want to talk about Sieun behind her back but he made you think.
âI donât know, itâs not in her character, I donât even know what kind of guy she likes,â you admitted, slightly embarrassed to say. Assholes.
She usually likes the bad guys.
âDo you think sheâll go later?â You asked, attempting to change the subject.
âProbably, Jinâs gonna be there and some other guys sheâll want to flirt with so I donât see why sheâd miss it,â Jimin said, watching you begin to pack up your things as you finished eating. He followed suit and the two of you carried your trays to the drop-off station.
You rolled your eyes at what he said but didnât deny any of it and looked at the time on your screen, âIâve gotta get to my lecture but Iâll see you later?â
Jimin waved you off with a goodbye, letting you run off in one direction while he took the other and left the lunch room alone.
âWhereâs Y/n?â
The scream he let out was high-pitched and squeamish, he had a hand supporting his beating heart as he looked at Sieun with widened eyes, âDonât sneak up on people like that. She left to her next class, why? You avoiding her?â
He meant it as a joke, not caring much if the two of you talked either way. He canât count the amount of times he has to pick sides between your arguments. He usually bounces between you until one of you says something he agrees with and waits for everything to be square for the three of you to talk again. Sieun bit her lip instead of responding and that was a clear give away that you were.
âWhy?â
âI mean, Iâm not avoiding Y/n, like Iâm not mad at her or anything,â Sieun said as she walked with Jimin, âI just⌠I donât know ever since she started dating Jungkookââ
âOh, fuck no, I donât want to hear it,â Jimin said with a laugh, âDonât tell me youâre jealous.â
âIâm not! I mean I was, but Iâm not. I swear,â Sieun confessed, âHe creeps me out.â
âWhat do you mean?â He asked with piqued interest. Sieun let out a sigh as she shook her head, âI donât know he just seems⌠intense.â
And cruel.
And brutally honest.
And aggressive.
Jimin couldnât help but let his eyebrows knit together with confusion as he looked at her, tempted to ask her to elaborate. Before he could even think to ask her to explain, she was quick to say, âI just want to know if heâs coming tonight.â
âI donât think so,â Jimin said, stopping in his tracks, âWhatâs up with you? Did something happen?â
âNo,â Sieun rushed, âBut Iâve gotta get going. Iâll see you later?â
Jungkook had canceled his plans tonight for your sake. He had decided to tell Namjoon he wouldnât be fighting so that the two of you can spend time together and he could possibly bring up the thought of his fights to you. He needed to think about what he could lie about still and what you should know. If you handled the idea of these âsanctioned eventsâ then maybe youâd be fine with him doing them. Maybe youâll want to see one live and clean up his wounds after. He was trying to think of every possible outcome before bringing them up to you.
What he hadnât expected was for you to tell him you have plans that didnât involve him at all.
âSo youâre going out?â Jungkook asked as you talked over FaceTime. You had him set up on the computer as you sat around your part time job doing nothing but talking to him.
âNot really, Iâm just meeting up with some seniors for dinner. Weâre all good friends, you can come if you want. Iâm sure they wouldnât mind,â You told him, flipping through some magazine you pretended to browse. You werenât paying close attention to his facial expression and the way it hardened.
âAre there gonna be guys there?â He tried to sound casual like he didnât care either way but his nails dug into his palm the longer it took you to answer. Usually, he doesnât ask you these sort of things. He always quietly accepts whatever you tell him so youâre a bit surprised.
âA few, but Sieun is going, and thereâs a few seniors who arenât guys going too,â You told him honestly, waiting for him to say something but he just stayed silent. It made you pay closer attention to him and his tensed jaw.
âDidnât you go out last weekend?â Jungkook asked with a clear of his throat, âI was kind of hoping we could do something together later.â
âI mean, you can come along,â You tried to reason with him but his tone was slightly different. He seemed annoyed that you had plans and now youâre trying to avoid making him upset.
âMaybe I donât want to tag along with your friends, maybe I just want to spend the night with you and no one else,â Jungkook said, his tone sounding harsher than earlier, âI didnât realize Iâd have to schedule time to see my girlfriend.â
A light scoff left your lips as you took in what he said, âYou donât, and we saw each other last night and this morning so why are you making it such a big deal that I want to go out with my friends? I havenât seen some of them in months.â
Jungkook didnât say anything for a moment and the longer he stayed silent, the more anxious you got. You didnât want him upset with you but at the same time it's not like youâre constantly leaving him for someone else. Heâs with you nearly every night. You talk to him at nearly every point of the day so what's the big deal that you have plans tonight? Finally, you heard him release a sigh through the phone, and muttered out, âWhatever, have fun.â
The call ended abruptly and for the first time since you started seeing him, he seemed to be upset with you.
He threw his phone down on his bed trying his hardest to not seem as bothered as he clearly was. To him it was complete bullshit and he couldnât understand you at all. Why did it feel like he was the only one putting effort to be in a relationship? Was it his lack of true experience because he seriously thought he was doing fine. He treated you well and never got mad at you but youâre making it hard for him to keep playing nice. He doesn't give a shit about your friends and who you havenât seen in how long. You havenât made a single effort to meet his friends or know what he likes to do so it all just seems really fucking unfair.
Here he is trying to be a better person for you and you donât even seem to care. Instead you would rather go be with anyone but him and. He was not just going to let that happen.
With shaky fingers, he made a call to Namjoon, and retracted his previous statement because he changed his mind. He will go and fight tonight since clearly thereâs no reason for him to try and be better for you when you couldnât care less about him.
Itâs not like you could forget the fact that he was most likely upset with you now but you also werenât going to miss out with your friends. It made you feel selfish but at the same time⌠you were with him this morning. He slept in your bed and maybe you should have told him you had plans that had been set for some time now but you didnât think it mattered. He had seemed alright with every other time you were out so why was he so bothered this time around? Plus, you didnât lie to him. You really are just going to get dinner with some old classmates of yours so is there any real reason for him to be upset by it?
âSo Iâve heard youâre seeing someone, have I ever met him?â Your friend, Jin, asked over dinner. You were quiet for the most part, still thinking about Jungkook that when you finally got to the restaurant where everyone else had been waiting for you, you hadnât made any talk with anyone. You didnât want to be one of those people that brings your relationship problems out for everyone else to have to go through and maybe you were already overthinking it, but you didnât want to talk about Jungkook right now.
âNo, heâs uh, we met at a bar,â You said simply, stuffing your face with whatever was in front of you. Jin let his brows furrow and asked, âIs he good to you?â
âYeah,â You said honestly. Jungkook really was good to you and its making you realize that you were probably in the wrong tonight. You should have canceled on your friend because it was so obvious that he wanted to do something together but instead you chose to be stubborn and have it your way, âHeâs amazing.â
Jin looked surprised, and turned to Jimin and Sieun, âAnd what do you guys think about him?â
Heâs always been like this, probably because he met you when you were new to the area and showed you around. Heâs always had a tendency to act like an older brother with you which you were thankful for until it came to whoever you chose to date. He rarely took your word for it like youâd lie to save face of whatever asshole youâre seeing.
Jimin looked at Sieun, remembering the way she acted with you earlier. She said sheâs not avoiding you but sheâs made it a point to talk to everyone but you tonight and now that Jinâs looking to her, she can't ignore it any longer. He, himself, does not have much of an opinion on your boyfriend. He knows that he looked pissed off when Jimin hugged you goodbye that one time, but he mightâve dragged it on to push his button too. He doesn't have anything to say about the guy but Sieun made him question if there was something going on there.
Sheâs been acting strange and he wonders if Jungkook has something to do with it, but his mind goes to the wrong thing. He has to tell himself that Sieun would never do anything that could put you in a bad spot like going after your boyfriend but he cant help and wonder if thatâs why sheâs been stand-offish with you all day. He doesn't know Jungkook but is he the kind of guy to fool around with his girlfriendâs best friend?
Jimin looked at Sieun expectantly, waiting for her to respond and she shifted her gaze away nervously, âH-Heâs cool. He seems to care a lot about Y/n.â
âSo are we going out after this or what?â Someone asked from across the table, âItâs a Friday night, we should be out getting shitfaced already.â
âLet us at least finish our food, Tae, not everyone wants to drink more on an empty stomach,â Jin said with a laugh as he pushed your full plate close to you, âRight, Y/n?â
âOh, I donât know, I might call it a night when we get done here,â You said, checking your phone to see if you had any missed call or text from your boyfriend.
âY/n, you canât,â Another senior classmate, Yuna, said as she called for you, âI havenât seen you in so long and Jinnie has been hogging up all your attention. Just one drink, yeah?â
âHer boyfriend wont let her, I bet, does he always tell you what to do?â Cai asked with a laugh making you roll your eyes. Once dinner came to an end, you tried calling Jungkook but he didnât answer, instead the call went straight to voicemail and you were dragged out to another bar.
Jungkook hadnât been in the mood when he got onto the fighting mats. It was obvious on his face that he didnât care much for how to fight fair, he cared more about getting his hands on someone and that made him scarier. Itâs kind of alarming how one person can affect his mood for everyone else to deal with, especially when it meant fighting someone till he felt like stopping or was dragged off of them.
Thatâs evidently what had to have happened. His opponent was on the ground, coughing up blood and tapping on the mat wanting it to end but Jungkook just grabbed him by the back of his head and pulled him up once more. The guy made a gurgling sound, surprise making him choke on his words and fell hard with a thud when Jungkook pushed him down once more. He kept him down with his hands in tight fists until the bell rang and Hoseok was hopping over to pull him up. Once again, Jungkook was a winner.
âAtta boy,â Hoseok said with a grin as he was made winner and followed after him and Namjoo to the locker room. Jungkook was tired and annoyed that he couldnât even celebrate his win, even if Namjoon held the stack of money he won from not only the match but the betting too.
âAre you taking us out to celebrate, big winner,â Yoongi asked, the three oblivious to how silent Jungkook has been all night.
âNo,â Jungkook said as he threw on a hoodie, feeling a tinge of paid on his shoulder from one of the times the guy was lucky enough to land a hit on him. He would surely raise but it wasnât dislocatedâhe doesn't think.
âHeâs probably tired of us and wants to go see his girl,â Namjoon said with a chuckle, handing Jungkook his portion of the money and letting him walk off on his own. Jungkook ignored the crowds of people congratulating him and got on his bike, slipped on his helmet and drove home.
He connected his dead phone to its charger before heading to shower and wash off the grime of fighting, the sweat and blood that came with it and try to rid himself of anger too. The whole time he was fighting, he couldnât seem to let the thought of you go. It really did annoy the shit out of him how it felt like he wasnât a priority in your life. How it seemed like he was the last one you think about while youâre at the front and center of his. It was unfair. You were probably off sitting at a table with your friends, not even caring about him at all.
When he got in bed he hoped youâd be calling him some time soon. He didnât want to end the night without talking to you but he didnât want to call you either. If he called you, then once again he would be the one putting effort into talking and you wouldnât even care. So instead, he laid in bed with his feet hanging off the bed and his bruised arm thrown across his chest.
He thought about sleeping it off and just talking to you in the morning instead. That way he wasnât annoyed by your absence anymore and he could talk to you when he was more level-headed but that thought head been instantly thrown out the window by what he found out.
At first, Jungkook didnât want to believe the picture that was on his screen. If he believed it then he would have to come to accept that you lied to him and that was hard for him to swallow. Maybe he was overreacting, but then he thought about the way his chest tightened, his ribs squeezed around his heart, and his insides churned uncomfortably the longer he looked at it. The veins around his forearm protrude with the force he was applying on his phone, worried the screen would crack or heâd do something to make it stop working.
He needed it to work if he wanted his questions answered. Sliding his thumb across the screen, he went back to his messages, fingers trembling as he typed with urgency.
jungkook: y/n said she was just going to dinner.
hoseok: đŹlooks like she lied to u
He had to read over the words twice, three times almost as he tried to think about what Hoseok was saying. You had no reason to lie to him and you both knew it. The two of you were supposed to be working on your relationship and it isnât good for one of you to lie to the other. It was wrong, very wrong and he did not like being lied to.
Especially not when he couldnât understand why you would want to lie to him. Even if he had been annoyed you were going out, you didnât have to lie. You said you were going to dinner but you said nothing about going to the club, especially not with guys around you. Is that why you lied to him? Is that why you told him you would just be grabbing dinner? So that he wouldnât have to think about the guys you would be drinking with and laughing with like you didnât care about the boyfriend you ditched?
You were such a fucking liar. He sent one final text to Hoseok, asking where this was and it was the last thing he did before he got out of bed to find out for himself what you were up to.
âHow come weâre always the last oneâs to know youâre seeing someone?â Cai asked with a chuckle as he stood with you to the side while the others talked loudly about some old professor everyone shared, âIs it because Iâm old? Be honest.â
âOh my god, no, plus youâre still younger than Jin,â You laughed, âAnd because it kind of just happened. I donât know, I havenât been seeing Jungkook for long but heâs honestly great. When you meet him youâll like him.â
âWell why didnât you drag him out tonight?â Cai asked, slurring on his words a bit, âIt wouldâve been nice to meet my competition.â
âOh shut up,â you rolled your eyes playfully. It isnât the first time Cai has made comments like that but you always brush them off. He was talking to talk, he never meant anything by it and everyone knew it, âI should probably get going soon though, I've been gone longer than I told him Iâd be.â
âWho cares, youâre with your friends its not like youâre doing anything wrong,â Cai said pulling at your arm to keep you next to him, âWe havenât had a chance to catch up in forever, heâll be fine.â
A sigh left your lips as you looked down at your phone to see if heâs messaged you yet but there was nothing. It made you wonder just how upset he was with you and in the end, all you wanted to do was leave and go find him, âI think I should go.â
âY/n,â Cai drunkenly whined as you began walking away but something stopped you and it wasnât the arm Cai was holding onto you with. Just a couple yards away, your boyfriendâs familiar cold stare was directed to the person at your side and you couldnât think fast enough. How did he know where you were? Ours not sure, everything happened so fast and that had been the last thing on your mind.
âJungkook,â you called out to him as he stormed past you and with a closed fist, hit Cai straight on the jaw. The punch had him stumbling back into the bar table behind him and falling to the floor with a hand on his bleeding face. You cringed with shock as Jungkook kicked his side making Cai curl his body into a ball to stop the hitting but Jungkook didnât stop.
âStop!â You cried out, wanting it to end but unsure how to make that happen when Jungkook got on top of him and delivered clear blows to your friendâs face with a relentless amount of strength that not even Jin could put a stop to. A crowd had begun to crowd and bouncerâs were trying to make their way through but some guys you faintly remember hanging around Jungkook got to him first. It took both Namjoon and Hoseok to pull Jungkook off and even then he was fighting against their hold.
You were shaking with worry as you watched Yuna crouch down next to Cai who was covered in blood, you looked at Jungkook who was just seeing red and without thinking, you followed him out, uttering out apologies to all your friends as you did so.
âWhat the hell is wrong with you?â You asked him as Hoseok dragged him all the way outside.
âGet in your car and go before the cops show up,â He told him, speaking over you like what you said didnât matter but Jungkook wasnât listening to him.
âI thought you were just going to dinner!â Jungkook said angrily, sweat coating his hair as he yelled angrily, âInstead I find out youâre getting close with some other guy as if you donât have a fucking boyfriend!â
âWhat are you talking about?â You felt like crying as you watched his friends keep him from getting too close to you, âHeâs my frienââ
âRight, everyone is just your fucking friend, Y/n. So explain this,â Jungkook showed you his phone screen and your heart nearly dropped. It was a picture of you from inside the club with Caiâs arms around your waist. It had been two seconds of hi trying to get you to dance with him before everyone told him to keep his hands to himself but of course th picture made it look a hundred times worse than it was. You would never cheat on Jungkook nor give anyone the wrong idea and before this mess had happened, you were planning on leaving them and going to him.
âI tried to call you,â you attempted to say but Jungkook wasnât listening, âJungkook, you just attacked my friend, do you get that?â
âOh fuck off, Y/n, why is your friend all over you when you have a boyfriend? Do you think Iâm fucking stupid? You lied to me, you ditched me for all of themââ
âThat doesn't mean you put your hands on someone!â You yelled back in anger, âIt feels like I don't even know you.â
You thought he was sweet. He was calm and caring and although you had wondered if he was scary, you never believed it. He was always so soft itâs you but right now⌠right now you watched him beat your friend to a pulp and h didnât look sorry at all. If anything he looked ready for more.
Sirens were going off in the distance, surely coming in this direction and you took a step back from him,âWeâre done.â
âWhat?â Jungkook asked, genuinely surprised, âY/nââ
âJungkook come on man, you can't get arrested again,â Namjoon said trying to pull his friend back and you didnât miss what he implied. This wouldnât be the first time he would get arrested and it just solidified how little you thought you knew about him.
âGet off me,â Jungkook pushed at his best friend as you began to walk away from him, âY/n!â
You couldnât bring yourself to turn around as you headed back inside, ignoring the way he yelled out for you and looked for your friends.
It took two days for him to do something. You left him alone outside some nightclub while he called out for you and you never turned back. You didnât answer his calls or texts and he waited. He waited two entire days for you to cool off and talk to him. In reality, he felt as though he shouldâve been the one ignoring you. This happened because you didnât prioritize him.
Now, youâve tried to toss him aside like he didnât matter to begin with and that is what bothered him the most.
He doesnât give a fuck about your friends or the guy he left to bleed out on the ground. He cared about you and how you comforted someone else while he was dragged home by his friends. And even with how angry he was at you for trying to end it with him he still gave you time to get over it. He let you ignore him. He gave you the choice and now youâre taking advantage of it. Why are you doing this to him?
âI donât know man, it was bad, you kind of went crazy,â Yoongi tried to tell him as he watched Jungkook bench press over his weight. The two were at the gym with Yoongi trying to get Jungkook out of this mood heâs been stuck in since Friday. He had this anger in him that wouldnât disappear and the other night he was so mad, not only at the fighting match but at the club too and he shouldâve stopped him. Itâs not like none of them saw the signs, it had been so obvious before the fight that Jungkook was upset. Hoseok shouldâve never shown him that picture.
âI was fine,â Jungkook muttered under his breath between counting his set, âDo I not have a right to be upset when another guy is grabbing at my girlfriend?â
Ex girlfriend, Yoongi thought but he pushed it aside as he spotted for Jungkook and made sure the barbell was put back into its holder when he sat up, âI didnât say that but⌠donât you think youâve been taking things too far lately? What happened to that Minho guy?â
âWho cares? Iâm tired of these people trying so hard to ruin what Iâve built with Y/n,â Jungkook huffed, âI love Y/n and she loves me too, alright? Iâve never felt this way for anyone else and Iâm not going to let these fucking⌠pieces of shit take away the one thing I have ever wanted. You think I want Y/n to be scared of what Iâll do? Do you think I want her to push me away? No! She has to know that I love her so much Iâll do anything to make sure no one hurts her or gets in our way. Thatâs it.â
Yoongi wasnât sure what to say anymore. He would never do anything to go against his friend, heâs known him too long and knows too much about what the kid has gone through to ever turn against him but⌠for the first time, he truly believed something was seriously wrong with Jungkook.
âIs he really okay?â You asked Jin as he joined you for lunch on Monday.
âHeâs alright, just a broken nose I guess,â Jin said to the three, âHe said heâs not mad, yâknow.â
âI know, but I just canât look at him without feeling guilty,â You admitted, Cai had texted you he was alright after your dozen apologies but you havenât gone to see him yet.
When you had gotten back inside, everyone was gone and off helping Cai up. Jin took him to the hospital because he didnât want to deal with the cops either and Yuna and Sieun went with. The only one that had stayed behind was Jimin, hoping youâd be back and away from Jungkook. He took you home and you havenât been able to see Cai since.
You just couldnât wrap your mind around it. Jungkook was⌠he was like a stranger to you. The nice guy you had met was gone and replaced with some monster and it was hard for you to grasp.
Was this the same guy who stuck up for you when Jisoo was upset you rejected him?
The same guy who made you a custom helmet and whined whenever you left bed? He carried you home after a night drinking and took care of you without complaint. Was this really the same guy you saw ignoring the obvious egging of that stranger at the restaurant?
âI swear Iâve never seen Jungkook act like that,â you sighed, biting your bottom lip with worry, âI donât know what happened.â
âHave you talked to him?â Jimin asked from your side.
âNo,â you gasped in shock, âObviously not, Iâ heâs tried contacting me but Iâm not responding. He broke Caiâs nose.â
âI was just asking,â Jimin said with a shoulder shrug, âThe guyâs a psychopath the way he just showed up and did that. Heâs dangerous.â
Part of you wanted to deny that and say that Jungkook wasnât dangerous at all but you canât. Youâre aware something is off about the way he acted and you couldnât ignore it.
But he reacted so calmly when that guy at the restaurant was trash talking him. He didnât even look at him and when you asked if he was alright, he said he was fine. How could he assault Cai without wasting a second to think it over? What made this instance different from the other guy? The other guy was actually saying things to get under Jungkookâs while Cai was just being his usual self but photographed in the wrong moment.
âDoes anyone remember the news a couple weeks ago? Some guy was hurt in his own home?â You suddenly asked, âWho knows his name?â
âWhat?â Jin asked with confusion at the change of subject. He wondered if you were still uncomfortable talking about Jungkook and wanted an escape, âKim Minho or something.â
Donât ask why you suddenly thought of that but it had been at such an odd time. You had just been having dinner around that neighborhood and suddenly from somewhere around there someone was attacked. You didnât think of it much back then but now with the way Jungkook had acted with Cai, it made you wonder.
âAlright, well I told Yuna Iâd pick her up from work so I should probably get going,â Jin said as he stood up looking at you, âAre you gonna be okay?â
You gave him a brief nod as Jimin stood up too, asking for a quick ride with and it left you alone with Sieun faster than either of you realized. You talked a little during the dinner on Friday but it feels different lately, like she doesnât want to be around you. Even when Jungkook attacked Cai, she didnât message you and only tagged along when Jimin made her. It was strange.
âSo are you mad at me?â You asked her. Sieun wasnât looking at you but at the front of the cafe window trying to avoid your stare when you caught her off guard.
âNo.â
âReally? It just feels like youâve been acting different with me lately,â you said, âIs it because of Jungkook? Because of what happened on Friday?â
âItâs not thaâwell, I donât know Y/n. Jungkook seems⌠he seems like a violent person,â she said to you, âA-nd he doesnât deserve you and neither do I.â
You looked at her with a sudden racing heart, âNeither do you? What do you mean?â
Her silence alarmed you and it was hard for you to ignore the nervous bite of her bottom lip and shifty eyes, âDid something happen between you guys?â
Now was the time to tell you, while you were still bothered by Jungkook. You had no idea what would come out of her mouth but knowing your friend and her history, it made you worried to find out. You already didnât want to see him but if something happened between the two of them you canât imagine it wouldnât hurt you.
Sieun shook her head, âNo. NoâI mean, not what you think, but I was drunk andââ
âYou slept with him?â You asked, tired of the way she kept stumbling over her words. She needed to just spit it out at this point. What was she trying to say?
âNo, but I⌠Y/n, youâre my best friend and I know what I did was wrong but I did try and flirt with himâhe turned me down fast! B-but, I donât know, he just said some really hurtful shit,â Sieun said with her head down like she was too embarrassed to admit her wrongs.
âSo⌠you were hitting on my boyfriend while sleeping over at my house and he said something that hurt your feelings?â Your tone was cold and distant like you want to sympathize with her but you couldnât bring yourself to do it, âWhat did he say?â
âNothing, I mean, he called me a slut and a trashy whore and basically told me to fuck offâunderstandable! Iâm really sorry, Y/n, I was drunk,â she practically cried, âI donât know, he was kind of scary and then seeing what he did to CaiâŚâ
You didnât say anything and it scared her. Obviously sheâs well aware she made a mistake the night she slept over at your place and she seriously regrets it. She wished she wasnât like this and she doesnât want you to think you canât trust her but Jungkook is intense and she doesnât want you around him.
âY/nââ
âI should go, Iâm gonna be late to my last class,â you finally said with a sigh, raising from the table with your things and ignoring the way she called for your name. To be honest, you just werenât sure how to take that. Part of you doesnât want to care because of what Jungkook did to Cai and how itâs better that you just donât talk to him again⌠but at the same time, you did have feelings for Jungkook. You wish you could say they disappeared the second he acted like someone you didnât know but that wouldnât be the truth at all.
You still want to be with Jungkook and thatâs why it hurts you that he put his hands on someone you consider a friend. Not to mention what Sieun said hurt you more than you would like to admit. Sheâs supposed to be your friend and you know her habits but to find out she would do something behind your back to try and get with your then boyfriend⌠it doesnât sit right with you at all.
And itâs annoying how much you missed Jungkook.
jungkook: can we talk
jungkook: ik u donât want to see me but I miss u
jungkook: u havenât talked to me in days
jungkook: im sorry
jungkook: can i come over to talk?
Days.
He watched days go past him and you still wouldnât talk to him. It was getting ridiculous at this point and it was harder for him to be patient. Did you seriously mean it when you said it was over? Did you think heâd just let you walk away from him and have to suffer knowing you wonât talk to him ever again?
Not once since the two of you have met did he think he gave you any reason to want to end things with him and itâs hard for him to believe youâll end it over something like this. He was upset that you lied to him after knowing he was already upset about you going out and then you dump him like he was in the wrong?
Frankly, he doesnât give a fuck about what happened to your friend. He doesnât care if the two of you were close or if he beat him on the floor till he was dragged off him. He doesnât care if the guy is suffering or if your relationship with him is cut. You are with Jungkook, he shouldâve been your first priority the same way you are his. He shouldnât have to worry about other guys wanting to get with you. Heâs loyal to you and he deserves the same so how is it his fault that he reacted in such a way? The picture was enough proof that you didnât have boundaries with the people around you and all he did was help you set them. Why are you so upset with him because of it?
And it wasnât fair for you to ignore him and not want to hear his side of things, it bothered him more than anything. He tried being patient, tried giving you time and not show up at your door every hour but he was left with no other option. Itâs been hours since he pulled up to your apartment, waiting to see what time you would get home and itâs beginning to get to him.
To be clear, Jungkook doesnât think thereâs anything wrong with what heâs doing. Heâs just decided that heâs going to make sure you have no choice but to talk to him. Thatâs why heâs been in his car across the street waiting to see what time youâll be home so he could knock on the door.
What he hadnât expected was to see you walk to the entrance with a guy at your side.
He told himself not to react. All he needed to do was sit back and wait for you to be alone. He didnât want to think about who this person was and judging by the work attireâa coworker, he assumedânor did he want to overthink it. You werenât standing too close to him or looking too happy talking to him and Jungkook had to remind himself that the longer the two of you stood at your door talking. He was not jealous.
Seriously.
You can talk to whoever you want but while he canât sleep over the fact that you tried breaking up with him, you seem completely fine. Maybe his vision is skewed but why donât you seem as affected as he does? Why is he the one feeling tossed aside? Is it because heâs always put in more effort? He continues to put in more effort. And despite it all, you would rather spend your time talking and with literally anyone but him. Thatâs what he was mad about.
So he sat in his car and waited for the guy to leave and all he could think about was how he would storm over there and make you talk to him and try to work things out. He was going to make you forgive him because he canât stand being away from you or seeing you with anyone else.
When the moment was right, he got out of his car, crossed the street to enter your building, and knocked on your door.
Your vision of him through the peephole was warped but there was no denying that was your ex boyfriend and you couldnât contain the drop in your face. For some reason, since Jungkook hadnât shown up at your place crying for you back, you hadnât taken him as the type but now here he was, leaning his hand against the door looking through the peephole and waiting for you to let him in.
You were stuck between inviting him in or ignoring him further but you were too curious. You havenât wanted to even think about Jungkook because you knew you would struggle being around him but you also wanted to see him. You missed him and everything youâve heard should make you run but you canât just forget he exists. You donât want to and heâs tired of letting you.
âItâs late,â you said, using little effort to turn him away.
âI just want to talk,â Jungkook said, looking down the hall with worry, âYouâve been ignoring me.â
He said it so nonchalantly like he didnât care either way and you couldnât help but roll your eyes, âBecause weâre not together anymââ
âSays who? You didnât even give me a chance to defend myself, baby,â Jungkook said, circling the door handle and testing to see if it was locked.
You bit back a scoff in disbelief, swinging the door open in anger and barking back, âDefend yourself against what? I literally watched you attack my friend for no reason.â
âI know, I was out of line,â Jungkook pushed the door open, stepping in quickly before you could regret opening it and closing it behind him, âBut⌠you lied to me. You knew I wanted us together that night and you chose your friends and then you lied about what you would be doing. I even told you how uncomfortable I felt for you to be with other guys when Iâm not around and you lied and did it behind my back anyway. Do I not have a reason to be upset?â
âThen, you want to ignore me and act like I donât matter at all and you expect me to just be okay with that?â He went on, his tone growing harsher the longer he went on, âIâm just supposed to stand back and let you throw me away when Iâve done nothing but try and show you how Iâve felt about you since the very beginning? How is that fair, Y/n?â
âJungkook,â you sighed, hand touching your forehead to ease an approaching headache as you tried to wrap your mind around everything he was saying. You also didnât expect to suddenly be put on blast and have to deal with the mess that happened.
âI⌠you broke his noseâhow did you evenâhowâd you know where I waâyou were so angry! It was scary, Iâm sorry for lying but I was going to tell you. I tried calling you and you didnât pick up!â You stumbled over your words, pacing your living room as you tried to talk, âAnd either way it doesnât mean you put your hands on someone.â
He wanted to just scream at you and tell you to forget that. Forget your stupid fucking friend.
âY/n, please, it was a mistake,â he tried to even out his tone and sound calmer, trying a different route to talk to you and get you to sit with him at least, âAnd Iâll apologize everyday if I have to but please donât leave me because of it. IâI wasnât thinking and all I saw was some guy talking to my girlfriend and trying to get touchy.â
âIt was scary,â you admitted, warily as he sat down, taking your hand and trying to guide you to sit too, âIâve never seen you like that before.â
âI know, and you donât know how much I regret acting that way but I canât deal with you ignoring me either, sit down please,â he said in a soft, calming tone. You reluctantly let him pull you down, sitting about a foot away from him.
Honestly, Cai had been acting a little too touchy that night but he was supposed to be one of your good friends and you were just going to move on and play it off like his usual self. It is one of those moments where you could understand why Jungkook was bothered, you do have a lot of guy friends and clearly not all have the best intentions. Does that still give him a right to do what he did? No, but⌠maybe Cai deserved it a little.
Heâs the one who insisted on going out for a drink after dinner. Heâs the one who stayed by your side majority of the night and begged you to stay. Youâre still not sure how Jungkook knew exactly where you were or what picture but now you could only assume someone he knew spotted you. Maybe it looked like you were playing him for another guy and it sucks that you can understand why that would bother him.
Cai isnât even mad still, of course he thinks you broke it off with Jungkook [which you did!] but how would he feel to know youâre sitting so close to him after feeling so sorry for your friend?
A sigh escaped your lips as you felt yourself slowly giving in to Jungkook and felt his arms down at your waist trying to pull you even close. You were being stubborn and making it hard for him to move you but he didnât mind putting in the extra effort, he can just see your walls beginning to break down again, âY/n, please baby, just stop ignoring me.â
You let him pull you onto his lap and even went as far as circling your arm around his shoulders for support as you said, âWhy do you know how to fight so well?â
Your question took him off guard but he wasnât going to act phased by it, instead he took a deep breath and decided he should be honest, âI box, remember? At the gym, a-and make a little money on the side from it.â
âIs that what you do when you hang with your friends?â You asked and he shook his head no.
âNo, I wanted to put it behind me but the other night I went to fight because you wanted to go get dinner,â Jungkook cleared his throat awkwardly, âY/n, I will put it all in the past if you take me back.â
âAnd what about what your friend said? About how you canât go to jail again?â You asked abruptly, shifting away from him just slightly and his arms tightened at your waist, âWhy are you keeping things from me but expecting me to be honest?â
âBecause itâs different,â Jungkook answered bitterly, âIâm keeping things that Iâm embarrassed of from you. Thereâs parts of me Iâm too scared to show you and I donât want you to run away from me, please. I know I have to work on things but Iâve been trying. Iâve been nothing but caring to you and I donât think itâs fair that my past, of all things, is what pushes you away. I canât change the things Iâve done but please, Y/n, Iâll be better. I swear it.â
You debated bringing up the Sieun part now that youâve thought about it better but honestly, thereâs nothing to mention. Obviously you hate any sort of slut shaming but she tried to get with your boyfriend. Jungkook chose questionable wording to turn her down but she shouldnât have thrown herself at him in the first place, right? You decided you wonât stop talking to Sieun over it because as it seems, your boyfriend turned her down pretty fine on his own and it makes you want to trust him so itâs only right heâs able to trust you when youâre with guys, right? Youâre going to continue to talk to Sieun but for now on youâre gonna keep her far from whoever youâre seeing because clearly she doesnât respect you enough to stay away in her own. Thereâs just too many factors into being her friend or not and you donât want to jeopardize your friendship with others because of it.
At some point throughout your rampant thoughts, Jungkookâs soft touch on your thigh hadnât been enough to snap you out of your daze until you felt it travel higher than before.
âThink about it baby,â Jungkook said, thankful that today was like every other day where you wore your pretty little skirts that made it so easy for his hand to find where it wanted to go. Now, his rough fingers were grazing along the softness of your thigh teasingly, âHow good are we together? Have I ever treated you wrong?â
You didnât say anything, quite literally feeling where this was going and stuck between putting a stop to it and letting it go on. He placed a soft kiss against your shoulder blade, âAnd youâve missed me too, I know you have so why act like we donât belong together?â
He felt the way a gasp caught in your throat as his hand disappeared just under your skirt, teasing your inner thighs now. Your hand fell over his as though youâd push him away if he took it too far but you didnât. You let the tip of his middle finger press against your pantie clad heat testing to see how far he could go before you stopped him. He just canât help it, he really had missed you so much and he hasnât been able to see or touch you in so long. How was he supposed to hold himself back when youâre sitting on his lap? If you were still upset with him, you wouldnât even want him around you but instead heâs managed to get you exactly where he wants you and thatâs in his arms.
âBecause we barely know anything about each other,â you said bitterly, your back stiffening with anticipation as he teased your covered cunt under your skirt. You really should push him away.
âThatâs not true,â Jungkook whispered against your neck, his other hand joined the one under your skirt and moved your underwear to the side making you let out a gasp at the sudden exposure, âI know where you grew up, what youâre studying, what you look like in the morning, what makes you upset, how you like your breakfast and⌠and I know the sounds you make when I touch you right here.â
To further his point along, he pressed a gentle touch to where your clit is hidden under its hood. He was pulling reactions from your body that you didnât expect to give him anymore. There was a slight wetness between your folds now that he teased a finger into, sliding it between your labia until his finger was soaked in it. Then, he brought the same coated finger to your clit, softly pressing circles around it as it hardened with his touch. As he did all this, he kissed along your neck nearly making you forget whatever went wrong.
âBut what do I really know about you?â You tried to ask between panting breaths, unable to stop your hips from slowly gyrating against his lap when he touched you with both hands, âYouâre the one who has been lying, you never told me about your fighting.â
âI planned to,â he admitted, his hand sliding down your folds gently, middle finger pressing into the puddle of slick he knew your entrance was located at. With the added stimulation to your clit, he could feel your body begin to squirm on his lap and it was making his jeans tighten around his groin as he felt arousal begin to seep into his own body. âI was going to tell you everything when the right time came along, you know that.â
âJungkook,â you sighed, either in a moan or warning but you couldnât tell anymore and let your head fall back against his shoulder, bucking your hips to meet his hand. His touch was gentle but firm, his caress along your thigh was teasing and when his lips pressed against your neck, you couldnât help but spread your legs just a little further.
âYes, baby?â The length of his finger fit perfectly between your folds, massaging them each time he pulled his finger out of your wet pussy. You had begun to grind against his hardened bulge, dragging your hips against his cock while he fingered you. A low groan bubbled in his chest as he looked at your pretty face, lips parted softly and fucking yourself on his fingers, âDid you miss me too?â
You nodded your head, breathing heavily when you felt him dig his stiff cock against your sensitive cunt. The rough material of his jeans felt surprisingly good against your thighs and couldnât help but hump against it. His lips brushed against yours, âSay it.â
âI missed you,â the words barely made it past your lips before he was kissing you, making you try and twist your upper body to reach him better and moaned into his mouth when he pushed another finger into your cunt, fucking you with both while his tongue made out with yours.
You didnât receive much warning to the knot that tightened in your stomach the deeper his fingers felt like they could go, and with the sudden adrenaline coursing through your veins, you couldnât control the wave of orgasm that hit you. Jungkook knew just how to curl his fingers, tease your clit and kiss your neck. It was unfair to come undone by him so easily. Embarrassing even.
Jungkook was left to think the complete opposite. He felt the way your body gave itself to pleasure, felt your thighs twitch and threaten to close. Felt the way your breath hitched between kisses and how you arch your back off him to fight against the feeling he brought to you. It made his cock jump to know he so easily pulled such responses from you, made you feel good and relaxed. Since the first time, heâs been obsessed with making you feel good.
âLetâs take these off,â Jungkook mumbled in a groggy voice laced with arousal. He tugged at the hem of your ruined panties, finally annoyed by them and pulled them down your thighs, âTheyâre in my way.â
You helped take them off as he began to unbutton his jeans, kicking them off along with his tight briefs that did a poor job of hiding his erect dick. It nearly peaked out from the hem and he got rid of them as fast as he could. His cock stood at attention, watching the way you had leant forward to toss your underwear aside and he couldnât help but touch it. His hand was still covered in some of your release but it created a soft glide as he jerked his cock teasingly, âCan you sit on it?â
Jungkook had a strange way of sounding demanding while gentle, he had a way of getting what he wanted. Although you were the one to be so hesitant to even let him inside, the thought has completely left your body as you did as told. You didnât care for protection or anything in the way, in truth you were beyond turned on and you forgot how good Jungkook made you feel.
All that talk about being done, not knowing anything about him and being scared was for nothing because you took his cock all the same. You both moaned at the raw feel of your walls tightening around his dick. You werenât at all crazy about sex, but you had it with him often and going without it the past week and a half felt too long. Jungkook knew how to please you, he was a good boyfriend and so fucking attractive it was hard for you to care about his other red flags.
And as if someone knew you were succumbing to your supposed ex boyfriend and how his walls stretched you out, the table lit up with a call displayed on your phone. Your hands supported yourself on his knees as you sunk down on his cock, feeling the way his hands inched up your torso, yanking on your shirt to get it off you.
âGood girl,â Jungkook sighed out when you took him fully, swaying your hips to adjust to his size and giving his cock a squeeze, âJust ignore them, alright?â
You bit your lip, looking at the screen where a group call was waiting for you. It was like a wake-up call about your friends and how intimidating Jungkook was to them. He was aggressive and cruel, but was he? He apologizes for what happened with Cai, and he doesnât care for Sieun because heâs loyal to you so whereâs the real problem? Itâs definitely not where he groped at your tits, bucking into your cunt with his thick cock, knowing just what pace you liked.
âFuck,â you let out a soft gasp when it felt like his dick was reaching deeper inside you as he leant forward, making you hold onto the end of the coffee table for support. Your knees hit the ground and he knelt behind you, arching your back just a little more to feel the way your walls rubbed around his dick during every thrust.
âUnless you want them to know whoâs fucking you right now,â Jungkook said, his free hand gripping at your hips under your skirt and fucking you on his cock from behind. At some point he hand flung his t-shirt off and he had a clear view of your ass under the skirt. His V-line seemed more pronounced everytime he bucked his hips into you and the veins leading down his navel seemed to throb to life with all the blood flowing to where he fucked you.
He was clearly bluffing [you think] and it made your eyes roll to the back with pleasure, arching back into him and pushing your phone further away before he got any ideas. You clicked for it to stop, struggling with the way your body seemed to jump with each thrust, and flipped it to face down.
âFuck,â you repeated, dropping your head down, âNo.â
Jungkook couldnât hide the way his face hardened at your whispered no, surely implying that you didnât want them to know who you were with. He, personally, didnât seem to care if they knew he was fucking you so well that you could barely stand. What did they expect? He was patient, he was persistent and he was the only one you should be with at the end of the day. Was it the thought of your friends knowing you were having sex or the thought of them knowing it was with him that you didnât want?â
Didnât you want him?
âNo? Why not?â He asked, hunching over your back to reach your neck, speaking in your ear, âYou donât want anyone knowing youâre with your boyfriend?â
Boyfriend.
Did you decide to take him back and forget everything else? You could fight back and tell him that heâs not your boyfriend but what if that made him stop fucking you?
Did it make you a bad friend to still be with the one guy who makes you feel things and treats you in ways youâre not used to? Jungkook knew you were close again, and he knew it would be hard to get any real response from you but he tried it anyway, knowing just what he wanted you to say, how he wanted you to say it.
âRight, baby, youâre not leaving me,â Jungkook said bluntly, fingers tracing down your side knowing how sensitive you were to any touch, âYou and I arenât breaking up.â
âJungkookââ
âYouâre not going to try and leave me again, are you?â Jungkook asked with a harsh thrust that had your head falling forward with a moan. He brought his hand to the back of your neck, trying to drag your head up to look at him. âI love you.â
Your hand tapped against the coffee table as if asking for a tap-out but he kept going, feeling how you tightened and recoiled against his cock. You were so close. So very close to cumming all over him and he couldnât wait.
âSay you love me,â he begged, teasing you with open mouth kisses.
âI love you,â you gasped the quicker he went, feeling yourself close to snapping.
âSay it again,â he thrusted into you deeply, giving your hips no room to move as he trapped you against the coffee table.
âI love you,â you repeated with a moan you couldnât control.
âAgain,â he begged, hands falling to the edge of the table and stuffing you with as much of himself as you could take, your sudden high hitting you like before.
The words could barely form on your lips as you let go, feeling your orgasm reach your entire body. Jungkook waited, clenching his jaw the tighter your walls clamped down on him and before he knew it, he was cumming. His eyes squeezed shut with pleasure as he fell limp against your back, âI love you so fucking much, please donât ever leave me again.â
You would think that by the way he was acting it was like you were broken up for years, not days, and it reminded you of just how obsessed it felt like he was. His need to talk to you all day, visit you all night, and get jealous whenever your attention wasnât on him.
He was possessive and a liar but why did he care for you so gently? Why was he so harsh with everyone but you and how could you not want to give in to him?
Even as you felt his cum drip out of you when he pulled out, you werenât worried about the failure to use protection. In truth you were a little dazed by the entire evening to process what had just happened. Your ex suddenly showed up to your place begging for you back with his dick in your pussy and stars in your eyes. Were you not supposed to give in after all of that?
âAngel,â Jungkook touched your naked back softly, âAre you alright?â
âYes,â you said looking back at him and the way he still struggled to catch his breath, clearly as equally affected by it as you.
âCome here,â he said lovingly as he helped you to your feet, âYou look tired.â
He was smug too, a smile showing as he led you to your bedroom like everything was back to normal and you let him. He washed up with you, joined you in your bed and held you while you slept the night away.
All his hard work had paid off and he was back with you in his arms and no one in the way. Whatever you might have thought about him, about him and the guy from the restaurant, or his secret fighting and how he attacked Cai went out the window. You didnât care about any of it when you were with him.
Everything had gone back to what he considered normal. He was spending practically every night he desired over at your place and you werenât pushing him away. You gave up on trying to push him away and youâve been happier ever since.
You havenât been honest with your friends about him though, they donât know how youâre back together and frankly, you would rather keep it that way. Cai is finally doing better but things are still awkward between you even if he says he isnât mad. At the end of the day, he was assaulted just for being around you, even if he had been too touchy. Youâre lucky he isnât pressing charges on Jungkook and you really donât want anyone to know how easily you took him back. It made you feel shitty but you couldnât help yourself. Jungkook does make you feel things youâve never felt before.
âAre you going to go get it?â Jimin asked as you searched inside your backpack for the sixth time in search of your laptop. You forgot it at home and you only knew this because Jungkook had so kindly sent you a text asking if you didnât need it today. You were running late this morning due to your boyfriend who wouldnât let you out of bed fast enough and left it on the counter on your way out the door. You had an online exam in less than an hour and you really didnât want to have to borrow one from the campus library.
âYeah, if I run I can make it back in time,â you said with a sigh as your two friends followed behind you.
âWant me to come with?â Sieun asked, clearing her throat awkwardly. Since you found out about how she threw herself at Jungkook, sheâs made it her mission to get on your good side again. You couldâve easily ended your friendship with her but then you thought about how funny the situation was. As annoying and absurd as it was that she would even try to get at Jungkook, there was something satisfying to know he didnât succumb to her flirting. Plus, she apologized and you enjoyed making her have to beg for your friendship again.
âNot really, youâve got another class soon, donât you?â You said, brushing it off like you were thinking about the trouble it would cause her. In reality, you knew your boyfriend was probably home early from work, probably video gaming on your couch with Bam at his feet and no shirt on. You really didnât need that to be what she walked into. They walked you to the bus stop but you found yourself wanting to turn away when you looked ahead. You were too nervous to look at either of them but you could read it in the way that they slowed their pace, they were looking at Jungkook.
Just at the entrance gates stood your boyfriend with his signature motorcycle behind him and a baseball cap lowered over his eyes. He smiled at you, opening his backpack and pulling out your laptop.
You couldnât hold back the sigh of relief you felt as you walked up to him still feeling nervous. You took your laptop and stuffed it into your backpack, âWhat are you doing here?â
âWhat do you mean?â He asked with a laugh, taking your hand in his and pulling you closer, âI brought it so you wouldnât have to go back home for it. I thought youâd be a little more thankful.â
âI am, thank you,â you confessed, unable to help the way you looked back at Jimin and Sieun who stood there surprised at the sight. They couldnât wrap their mind around the idea of you taking your violent boyfriend back.
âWhatâs wrong?â Jungkook asked, lifting his head to look behind you but his vision was slightly obscured by the rim of his hat. He didnât have to see more to understand what the problem was and he couldn't help but let his jaw clench with annoyance. He had growing suspicions and what it might be and heâs not liking it. Itâs as if you didnât want your friends to see you with him.
âNothing, but seriously, thanks for bringing it to me. I was just about to start walking home,â you said, hoping to ease some of the tension, âI should probably go and study for this exam because I have a strong gut feeling Iâm going to fail. Are you staying over again?â
âCan I?â Jungkook questioned, arm tightening around your waist, âOr are you tired of me yet?â
You rolled your eyes playfully, âYou can come over whenever you want, you know that. But okayâI should get going.â
He caught you before you could let go of him and smiled sweetly, teasingly, âCan I get a kiss first?â
It was such a small favor but it felt deeper than that. His smile barely reached his eyes and he was strongly aware of the audience behind you that stared at him with worry. You havenât told your friends and it bothers him to know you want to keep him a secret. After everything heâs done to get back with you, you want to hide it from your friends? You thought he wouldnât find out?
âYour hat is in the way,â you said awkwardly trying to pry his arm off you so you could disappear into the library where your friends wouldnât ask what was going on. You could feel their eyes glaring at the back of your head and seeing Jungkook was surprising enough, watching you kiss him would be unspeakable.
Jungkook grabbed his ballcap by the bill and turned it around on his head, flipping it so the bill was facing the back and the back was in the front, âBetter?â
Your lips parted in a small gasp, practically drooling at how he looked. He made it so incredibly hard to resist him. This time around, he grinned, loving the way your cheeks flushed when he riled you up and without asking, leant down to catch your lips with his.
You immediately kissed him back, forgetting about the people who would soon be interrogating you and enjoyed it. When you pulled back, Jungkook was biting on his bottom lip to keep himself from groaning at the taste of you on his tongue, âIâll pick you up after?â
âSure,â you said breathlessly, âBut I should really go now.â
âMhm,â Jungkook chuckled looking back at Sieun and Jimin, not caring about the glares they sent him, âText me when youâre done.â
He watched you walk away with him satisfied by the look of disgust in their faces. When he looked at Sieun, she looked a little scared, and self conscious. She wrapped her arms around herself as if to hide from the hurt his words made her feel still to this day and looked away quickly. Jimin seemed more annoyed than anything, he couldnât stand the sight of you with Jungkook and it brought him a sort of smugness. He couldnât take his smirk as he threw a leg over his bike and put his helmet on.
It never bothered Jungkook what anyone else thought about him anyway. He was always going to do and act the way he wanted and at the end of the day, it didnât change a thing. You saw how violent he could be, youâve heard what heâs said and yet you still choose him. You chose him over everyone else and thatâs all heâs ever wanted.
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gahdamn this shit is so long đđđ damn near two months worth of writing so bare with me
NO PART TWO cause look how long this hoe is. to clarify, jk is not a good person in this fic but heâs hot and itâs fiction so who cares. I was going for something that radiated romantic dreams and fighting hearts so Iâm hoping it landed đ¤
PSA: I will be posting a new Google form for my taglist soon bc I canât access my old one and ik some of the users are inactive now but who knows when Iâll be able to do that sooooo
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Your best friend Bakugo kisses you in your sleep..
Itâs weird, yeah, but he doesnât seem to want to stop himself.
All, because of ONE kiss you both shared after graduation. Your lips were soft and sweet as cotton candy, so plush and pillowy he almost caught himself getting mad when you pulled back.
It was a simple action, you both agreed it was just something that was the heat of the moment since you both never had a first kiss, it really didnât mean much
Or so Bakugo thought.
He nearly became secretly obsessed with your lips, the lip combos you wore he paid more attention, sometimes buying you new glosses to try and leaving them on your desk, the way they curve when you smile, he doesnât even do eye contact that much with you anymore he just steals glances at your pretty little mouth. He hated it.
He hated how much he wanted another kiss. It was like an irking craving he was conflicted to satisfy.
He would always sleep in your dorm on weekends, wanting to relax even though some may argue he is just your little Velcro bestie. You fell asleep on his shoulder during a movie and while reaching over to grab a blanket his lips brushed against yours.
Bakugoâs movements stilled. Your lips were just as soft as they were 2 months ago. He was still obsessed, it was as if he got a taste of Heaven, and your kisses was from an angel.
So he dipped his head again with caution. Nearly holding his breath as his lips landed on yours. You didnât wake up.
Bakugo rubbed his soft warm hand on your cheek while his became hot, mumbling on how stupid he is to do such a thing without you knowing. He had a mind to kiss you harder, maybe youâll wake up and catch him. Slap him back into some sense because he wasnât making any.
And he did, but you still didnât budge.
Eventually it became a routine, heâd come over, you dose off before he does and he steals small pecks here and there while you slept beside him, he wasnât the best kisser so he practiced. Some nights he would wake up just to kiss you again.
Pecking his lips on your cheek down to your lips and kissing you, it helped him become softer with his touches towards you as well. He liked doing it.
Eventually he will tell you, he doesnât want to keep up this routine especially if your both arenât in a relationship, he usually holds you tightly against him, admiring your face before he leans in.
Many mornings you wake up on his chest or buried in his neck. Grinning, kissing his cheek as he was a deep sleeper himself.
You liked all the kisses he gave you while you slept too.
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A heartfelt and grievously expanded-upon update to thisâplease, please read the whole thing if you can. reblogs much appreciated.
(DISCLAIMER, for all who are saying reasons like abusive parents/legal stuff/toxic ex/triggering memories/page got deleted/job/stalkers/bullying/[[insert any other shitty life thing]], This is not concerning thatâpersonal safety & health ALWAYS comes first, and is worth more than any media ever could be. This is my biggest reason for defending that autonomy. I would be a hypocrite to say I hadnât deleted triggering posts of mine or ones that got me in trouble with my family.)
it genuinely makes me sad and kinda upset when someone purges all their old art off the internet like. barring harmful content what if someone liked that. What if someone would have. And now nobody will ever know and it's just gone. even people's old invader zim askblogs or whatever getting deleted feels like a micro alexandria to me and that's just something I made up. I wasn't even thinking of a specific one it just stresses me out. Is this the autism I don't get why nobody else seems to freak internally abt it like I do. I see artists whose blogs I've never even looked at go like "man so glad I deleted all my old stuff it's so clean" or saying they throw out art from when they were kids I'm like. how are you not hurling. How is that not distressing that is literally your tree rings why would you do that. I want to see what's out there. people want to see it I promise someone out there likes it
...don't they??? Does everyone get quietly irrationally upset by this as me, or is this just hyperfixation/autism/some amalgam of the two. I'm not a hoarder or obsessive compulsive or anything like that so i wonder..
Anyways. reblog if you had a favorite amateur youtube animator in your childhood whose channel got nuked without a trace one day that you still think about.
I wanted to attach this video because it condenses my point very well. A TLDR of sorts. Please watch the whole thing, it genuinely changed the entire way I think about art as a concept.
(2nd vid is "Subjectivity in Art")
âThe moment your art touches an audience, the ownership shifts in an irreversible way. [They're] not having an art experience with you and your intentions. They're having an art experience with the art object.
âYou can't just burn your past; it's not even your past to burn anymore. It's other people's history as well. Whether or not you like it, that art is already bonded to somebody's soul, and if you rip the art away, you're ripping a bit of the soul that has adhesive contact to it.â
The digital age makes it very easy to distance or detach yourself from the impact your work hasâbe it art, fanfic, videos, even memes. Online content is as important to people now as any other media, if not more. But it's also by far the easiest, fastest, and most effective form of it to erase from public access. Media so unbelievably important to people and in general. Yes, youâwith the 2010s purple sparkle dog speedpaint. I still think about that speedpaint all the time, because it was the first time i learned that you could draw on a computer, and I thought it was cool as hell. I still do.
I do wish there was a stronger culture of preservation and consideration for this, because every time I see people talk about snuffing their stuff because it doesn't personally resonate with them anymore, I just think ...what about all the people it did?
I've seen lots of people saying "get over it, it doesn't even matter," but it fucking does. It does matter. Even if I didnât make it, even if I donât have to deal with being the one who made it, even if I'm naturally inclined to be distressed by itâIt still matters. And thereâs nothing you could ever say to suddenly make it not matter, because thereâs nothing you could ever say to make it not matter to me.
Don't devalue the act of creation. Don't dismiss something you made. It's out there, in people's thoughts and hearts and souls, and that is real. Even if you don't know it. Especially if you don't know it. Especially in a world where physical media is being snuffed out, the internet is constantly dying without any physical remains to recover, social isolation is rampant, and simply because independently produced content online is still media.
Fanfiction can hold equal or greater significance to someone as a book, but you canât unpublish a book. Authors donât have a button that can vaporize every copy of their work across all time, but fanfiction authors do. Iâm not counting people who download fics eitherâwhen you buy a book, that transaction is over. But online, you have the power of unending transaction that can be terminated instantly at your will. The process of publishing fanfic vs. publishing a book may be different, but peopleâs connection to the art is the same intensity.
So yeah. I do get depressed about the Internet being a constant Alexandria, but the times I get the most depressed is when I click someone's page and see that all their work is gone because they're âcurating a new aestheticâ for their page or some shit. Or weeding out all the "ugly" art. Or just went on whatever the hell 'thrill deleting' is, because they just get a kick out of it.
Fuck itâyeah! It upsets me! Iâm not wrong to say that. Iâm saying it!
Under the cut, because it got long as shit! Also donât worry the ending is way sappier and more âbeauty of human natureâ vibe so itâs not all doom and gloom lol
What if that was someone's favorite art of that character. What if someone read that 'cringe oneshot' on the worst day of their life. What if that Warriors meme vid is still burned into a college studentâs mind despite being gone for 10 years. What if it's actually not just you and the ones and zeros you rent out to the worldâsecure in knowing the original will always be on your computer for you to do whatever you want with it.
I really, deeply wish there was more of a general awareness of this, because even though social media can be used like a diary, thatâs functionally the opposite of what it is. Itâs social media. When you post, itâs no longer in a vacuum, even though you canât see the real humans that content touchesâoften deeply.
Media is history. You shouldnât burn that history just because you personally believe it isnât worth saving.
Because itâs no longer just your personal opinion. Itâs no longer just your personal work. itâs. history. Memory of media is not a suitable replacement for the media itself. If it was, we wouldnât save anything at all. Nostalgia is an agent of that. The definition of nostalgia is grief for moments of the past that are inaccessible, and the biggest balm for that pain is accessing a physical reminder of those moments. That opinion of yours is no longer personal. Itâs weighed against uncountable people across all time that your thing is ALSO personal to. People who would, and will mourn its absence.
How many times have you joined an older fandom only to discover that some of its most popular works are gone? How many times have you routed through random blogs looking for scraps people hopefully reblogged? how many times have you used Wayback machine desperately praying that a fan fiction or a YouTube video will be there? How many times do you look up crunchy old vines or YouTube videos or anime AMVâs? How many times do you remember old fanfic.net sex that impacted you in middle school, only to shake your head and go âprobably no point even looking.â
i mourn the absence. No, people canât and shouldnât have their agency over what they post revoked, but they should be conscious of that weight. If youâre reading this and getting extremely annoyed, and youâre not in the pink text above,,,, good.
I honestly do hope it gets under your skin. I hope it sits with you. I hope you feel it every time you hit that button, and whether or not you do hit that buttonâif you hesitate, if you remember this, even spitefully, Iâve done my job. I am howling into the void. And I may not want an answer, but I do want my anguish to be heard and remembered. Because it isnât me just being melodramatic.
I know I sound that way writing so much, but if my favorite writing YouTuber can drop trow this week and go, "yeah, sorry, all my video essays from less than a year ago that you listen to in the car all the time? I'm "rebranding" my content so i deleted them. besides, my personal views don't really agree align with the analyses i did, or the techniques i taught in them anyway. Sorry if some of the literal tens of thousands of you used them, but I don't want to feel shackled to having youtuber "classics" tied to meâ
âŚ.then i guess I'm just going to have to sound dramatic! That fucking sucks! Hours of work and knowledge gone! This was a new channel too. Itâs very likely thereâs no archive of any kind, because who would think someone who worked hard enough to write, record, and edit hour-long videos, would just turn around and nuke it all? I definitely didnât see it coming, but I did just start a new screenwriting class a few weeks ago, so Iâll tell you at least one person is REALLY missing those fucking videos right now. Because a lot of them were about specifically screenwriting, which I know jack shit about. and that specific personâs pace, editing, and style of breaking down information was the best suited style I found that I could focus on and absorb. Thereâs no replacement for that. No alternative for his individual perspective. his jokes. his opinions.
No, they may not resonate with him now, but in this decision, heâs put up a big middle finger to everyone who might have. And he has like 100k subscribers! Those are confirmed supporters! Imagine how many silent and untethered observers are feeling this loss right now. Imagine how many will not have it in the future.
If he never posted them at all, we wouldnât know we had it. It wouldnât be a loss. But we did. We did have it. Until he decided that no, we didnât, because he just happens to be the one out of millions of individuals holding the button to burn it in a hundredth of a second.
His personal work, the attachment I had to it, and the ways that it helped me are now just ripped away. I am one person out of millions, literal MILLIONS of people who saw and liked this content before it vanished. The soul has been ripped, the access severed, and by CJâs (and my) definition, the art is functionally dead. Not for the YouTuber or anyone else lucky enough to save a link or download, but everyone else. From this point until the end of time, even if people even two weeks from now donât know it. Even if someone who stumbles upon his channel today, doesnât know it.
We only mourn the concept of Alexandria because we had some kind of scope for what was inside. Yes, maybe you got self-conscious and deleted your 12 year old deviant art account. Do you know who else is doing that?? THOUSANDS AND THOUSANDS of other twenty somethings who ALSO feel self-conscious about their old socials. Art. Fanfic. One direction fan videos. anything.
Suddenly, an unquantifiable amount of information from your age groupâan entire age group in 2012, is. gone. And we will NEVER know whatâs been erased from that history. We will NEVER know what could have been significant to us ten years from now. Twenty years from now. A hundred years. A thousand.
You could have deleted a fanfic that would have been someone elseâs new go-to panic attack distraction tomorrow. You could have deleted a video someone used to laugh at with their friend who died yesterday. When you delete something, you risk tearing a hole in unknowable personal histories.
The Internet isnât just a big library of Alexandria. Itâs a library containing libraries. And those libraries have their own libraries in those libraries have their own as well. libraries inside libraries, inside libraries, ad infinitum. To conceive the amount of destroyed history on the Internet is crushing.
And I just canât help but I ask myself how in gods name people can choose to contribute to that, instead of reposting everything to trash heap alts titled âhall of shameâ or some shit.
You can offload to alts. Put up disclaimers. Make password locked blogs, or dropboxes, or anonymous imgur dumps. Anonymous reuploads. Orphan fics. Make a playlist or linktree of unlisted videos. Cut off the watermarks. Delete all references to it on your main. Make a dedicated unlisted playlist. make a google drive. Make new portfolio sites. Delete any questions you get about it. Change pen names. Pretend it never existed.
Give a heads up.
Something.
But donât. kill. the media.
The knowledge that our stuff is going to forever be tied to us is a cross we have to bear, but the responsibility that comes with putting it out there in the first place, canât be ignored.
Anyway. I'm not trying to start conflict. This is not a bash on anyone, nor a call for witch hunts. Or anon hate, or blocks and unfollows or anything of that nature. I'm not wishing ramifications or hate of any kind on anyone who does wants to do any of this.
I'm also not guilt trippingâ I am not saying that you should feel bad. I AM saying why it makes me feel bad. Thatâs not guilting, itâs a dialogue. One I personally feel is long overdue.
It's me yelling into the void: please consider the real people on the other side of the screen before you hit that button. Realize and know that whatever you're about to erase from history could be the most important thing in the world to someone.
Art is an experience. It's why we revisit it. If art and history simply lived in the matter and code of media, we would only need to look at it once. We wouldnât put things in museums. We wouldnât build libraries. We wouldnât look up vine compilations.
If you're able, consider (and I do mean consider, this is not a call to action) not destroying that. And donât shrug it off as some pretentious asshole venting on Tumblr. You only need to look in the notes and tags to see that it isnât just me. itâs never just me, or you, or the pixels.
And even if you do shrug it off, then at least recognize that what you make matters. Whatever you think about it, if itâs out there, that's not your discretion anymore. If a tree falls in the woods and even one person is around to see it, it fucking mattered. Because it happened. Donât mulch your tree rings if you donât have to. Because if enough people do it, a whole forest is gone. Media is history, no matter whether you think itâs worth putting in a museum, or only has 30 notes.
Thousands of years ago, a child named onfim doodled on his homework. Theyâre crude, and everyone has the wrong amount of fingers, and theyâre also priceless archaeological artifacts recognizable throughout the world.
the only thing separating Onfimâs doodles and your MS paint PokĂŠmon doodles is time. The only thing separating your old MS paint PokĂŠmon doodles from being a priceless artifacts, thousands of years in the future is time. Your creations are already priceless artifacts. No matter what you do, don't ever, ever deny that. It isnât blowing up your own ass, itâs artistic and anthropological fact.
The mundane and the supposedly unworthy are often the first things lost to time, and thatâs why theyâre so precious. Thatâs why artists who were before their time are scorned first only to be celebrated later. Do you think they knew that was going to happen?? What if they nuked it? Many probably did! But now thatâs happening exponentially and instantaneously everywhere, WITHOUT the artist having to destroy their only copyâwhich makes it way easier and more dismissable.
Sometimes, If youâre revolutionary enough, people will make an effort to preserve your work, but recognized and thoroughly recorded work is rare compared to unrecognized and thoroughly recorded work.
Sometimes something is beloved enough that it would be impossible for it not to go down in history, but even then it isnt a guarantee, and itâs rare. But if van Gogh burned all of his paintings in a fit of despair before his death, we would have no van Gogh. Because he wasnât respected as an artist in his time, but that wasnât what defined the worth of his art. The people after him did, because his art was still there for them.
If you rip the art away, you're ripping a bit of the soul that has adhesive contact to it. If you belittle your art, you belittle the very real relationships and emotions and revisitations people have with the media. You defy the inherent worth and weight of a creation. you created. That's effort. It's passion. No matter how flippant or unskilled or worthless you think it is, it matters. Because at the end of the day, you could have chosen to make nothing at all, and you didn't.
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Been Watching Weird Fruit Explorer(?)... and I just...
W-Who let Bored Danny have BooTube?
Sorry, YOU-Tube. He has TWO Apps now. BooTube is bigger. Way more random, yet... somehow more niche? Meh. It's what happens when you get billions of billions of people who all have their own Obsessions to rant over, on a site.
Ember's channel is pretty lit, tho, ngl.
He stopped using YOU-Tube almost overnight. Too many ads, weird algorithmic pushiness. No thanks. It was too small and too "trying to take my money". You know?
Buuuuut? See.... TUCKER is the Tech guy.
Coding and that sort of stuff. HE does hands on work. You want a toaster? He can MAKE you a toaster! With LAZERS! Runs off The Goo! But a program? Eeeeeeeh? Hit it with hammer maybe? Monkey make fire? Hit with stick? Blergh.
Yeah, he can SORTA push through.
But he suuuucks.
And like... he had a headache, okay? His project had just, quiet literally, exploded in his face. So when he looked at his phone? All the apps were blobs. He clicked the one that LOOKED kinda right. Shoved his arm in his phone and brute forced a channel set up.
He figured he could ramble about Space!
It's not like he cared is anyone LISTENS or not! It's a "for him" thing, you know? Like a diary. But more... putting on a â~show~â?
So he rambles from the floor of his Lair's Lab, crashs and wails in the distance, green sky occasionally visible as he lazily floats by windows. Dropping... juuuust past human knowledge understanding of Space. Talking like he's STUDYING somewhere. Referencing PAPERS no human will ever be able to find.
But a few they WILL.
Some of which, are currently? Only half written.
But then? Oh YEAH... he should eat! You know... Sam keeps bringing him fruits and veggies and stuff from her internship at that Botanical Lair. Stuff never seen before of Earth. Or hasn't been seen in centuries.
Again, like, a FEW that? Randomly? Have???
He picks up something sharply purple, bright orange insides. Crisp crunch. He makes a face. And starts to ramble about it, distracted from Space. "Weirdly mushroom-y" he notes. "Kinda bubblegum sweet? But like... CHEAP bubblegum. Like it hits you all at once and is kinda chemically. But it disappears real fast? Huh. Spicy too..."
It's the first video on the Playlist. One of hundreds. Two of the green Lanterns RECONIZE that fruit ad HIGHLY toxic to humans, can't recognize what planet they're seeing. Or how this alien teen got himself on YouTube.
He seems... unaware of how incredibly famous he's become.
But his strange techno Pharoah friend has not. HE is both perfectly aware and apparently amused. Has taken to feeding him rare and hazardous flora and fauna, to see if it tastes good.
....there have been an alarming number of plants from dead planets.
And the comments the kid makes? Alarming as hell.
Sam's just pleased everybody's getting their greens. Danny's glad him n tuck get to hang and do "try weird foods and fuck around, bro time". They've made lazers! Talked about stuff! Debated why Martian Manhunter is THE superior Justice League member.
Danny understands. Wonder Woman is a BAMF. But he's biased, Tucker. He doesn't CARE if she has a sword and flowy, impressive locks! Shape-shifting telepath! From MARS!!! *imaginary mic drop*
And Tucker? Is conquering the YouTube scene with this charming, weird, relatable young alien. Who rambles about Space, debates nerd stuff, eats weird plants and describes them, and makes sci-fi technology! Theme? WHAT THEME? Phantom is a weird channel, man. You never know what you'll find!
And no one can get rid of it.
Believe them, governments have TRIED. Censorship? Not possible. Not without removing the whole SITE.
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How I think F1 drivers would kiss youâŚ
|LEWIS HAMILTON |. Lewises kisses make you feel like youâre on top of the world, the way he moves his lips against yours makes everything else fade away. His hands usually find themselves cupping your cheeks, cradling the back of your head, or resting on your waist. Heâs also a lover of hand kisses, more specifically placing kisses on your ring finger with the promise of one day marrying you.
After a bad race this man doesnât even give you the chance to speak before he has you pressed against him with your lips locked in a hot kiss. His large tattooed hand comes to tangle in your hair as his tongue fights against yours, and next thing you know he has you bent over his massage tableâŚ
| MAX VERSTAPPEN | His everyday kisses are the kind that have you blushing and butterflies fluttering in your stomach. He holds you by the chin or places a gentle hand on the back of your neck and pulls you in. He always dips back in for one more after initially pulling away because he can never get enough of you.
Now if heâs pissed after a bad race his grip is much stronger, thereâs no escaping his bruising kiss. He enjoys nipping at your lower lip and allowing you no chance at taking over the kiss. Heâll keep you pinned against his body until he has you begging him for something more..
| LANDO NORRIS | His kisses are HOT, thereâs never a time where he doesnât slip his tongue in your mouth even when heâs rushing. His hands are glued to your ass, heâs gripping and groping the entire time, he feels like unless he works a small whimper from you then he didnât kiss you good enough. Sometimes when heâs feeling cheeky heâll allow his hands to travel up under your shirt to feel your skin and run his thumbs along the bottom of your bra. And while heâll never admit it out loud he loves when you sit on his lap and he gets to kiss you and feel up on you for as long as he pleases.
Now if itâs after a bad race his kisses donât change much but his handling does, his hands are tangled in your hair or resting at the base of your throat and he squeezes just enough to earn himself a moan from you. He has you pinned somewhere, either a wall of his drivers room or on the couch as he balances over you with his body rutting into yours.
| CHARLES LECLERC | Charles kisses you like youâre gonna disappear, heâs obsessed with loving on you, his lips move so softly against your own. His hands are usually tangled in your hair or cradling your cheeks, and he lovesss rubbing his nose against yours before completely pulling away. He is not a fan of quick pecks, he doesnât care how late heâs running he will always have time to give you a proper kiss.
After a bad race he quite literally seeks out a kiss from you, heâll hold you close with a firm hand cupping the back of your neck as he locks your lips. They move a bit more rough but still slow, heâs had to go all that time without being to kiss you and heâs not going to rush it.
| LANCE STROLL | This manâs hand placement is perfection, when he kisses you itâs slow and intimate, his hands are either both rested on your waist or one is settled there while the other cups your cheek. His kisses make you feel like itâs your first kiss every time, he doesnât even have to say he loves you because you can feel it in the way he kisses you.
Now if itâs after a bad race his whole demeanor changes, his kisses become rough and fast, your teeth are clashing as his hand rests on the base of your throat and he purposefully places his thigh between your legs.
| ALEX ALBON | He kisses you with nothing but love, he absolutely loves to kiss your cheeks and side of your head, itâs his go to spot as you pull away from a hug. But donât underestimate him, he leaves you breathless and chasing after his lips when he kisses you. He likes to hold and stroke your cheek with his thumb as he kisses you, he enjoys feeling your cheeks heat up under his hand.
Now if itâs a bad race he has you pinned to a wall as he kisses you hard, his hand has moved from your cheek into your hair as he tangles his fingers in your locks. His lips move feverishly against yours as he does his best to forget what just happened out on the track.
| OSCAR PIASTRI |. Oscarâs kisses are a bit more light but nonetheless loving, he enjoys placing a sweet kiss to your lips that makes your heart flutter and blush tint your cheeks. His hand placement is top tier, they always find themselves on your waist, hips, lower back, sometimes even slips a hand into your back pocket, and he always strokes your hair as you two finally pull apart.
After a bad race I donât think he gets rough, heâll definitely sit you on his massage table and stand between your thighs or pull you onto his lap as you fall into a small make out sesh. Heâll mark you up a little but itâs usually only where his eyes can see.
| LOGAN SARGEANT |. His kisses are soft but intimate, he pours all of his love into kissing you and doesnât pull away until you are both in need of air. He loves kissing your forehead so much so that itâs become a pre-race ritual for you two and he looks forward to it every single race. He is also a big lover of hand kisses, he loves trailing his lips along your knuckles.
After a bad race he allows you to take control, heâll pull you on his lap and let you make everything better. He loves holding you close by your waist as you trail your lips along his face before finally attaching your lips in a slow and comforting make out.
| DANIEL RICCIARDO |. Daniel loves kissing you, itâs one of his favorite activities. He always finds himself smiling brightly into a kiss leading him to pulling away from your lips and trailing kisses all over your face instead. He loves holding you close by your waist and often times it ends up with you two hugging while he kisses your sweet spot and whispers sweet nothings in your ear.
Now after a bad race he switches, his lips are rough against yours as he has a tight grip on your hair, head pulled back as he trails kisses all over the column of your throat before trailing them back up and keeping you locked in a hot and heavy make out.
| CARLOS SAINZ |. Carlos kisses are typically soft and quick, heâs not big on making out unless youâre both in the mood but best believe his hand placement is good. He usually rests a hand on your waist or bum as he pulls you close and places a series of small pecks to your lips, sometimes heâll pull you in close with a hand on the back of your neck but itâs not his go to.
After a bad race kissing your lips isnât really on his mind, heâll trap you against the wall of his drivers room and trail kisses from your lips down your body until he has you whimpering and withering for him.
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LATE NIGHTS: nicholas alexander chavez
18+smut!!!
(completely obsessed with his side profile can you tell?)
[12;45am]
âyour nose is so pretty."
you find yourself mumbling at your boyfriend before your brain can even overthink those words and yet you're glad you didn't hesitate.
there's absolutely no reaction from nicholas for a whole minute as you absentmindedly trace his sharp features with your fingers, not quite able to handle just how handsome he is.
you've been observing his side profile for a while now and every time your eyes found their way to his nose, you couldn't help but bite your bottom lip at the mental image of its tip nudging against your clit whenever he's got his face buried in your cunt.
nicholas has been trying to memorize his new script for about an hour now and despite wanting to give him some space, you simply couldn't resist the craving of being close to him.
it's not like he minds your presence at all; nicholas loves having your legs in his lap and your hand in his hair, playing with the soft beautifully light brownish strands as he enjoys his daily screen time away from all of his incone responsibilities.
usually you're quick to fall asleep, yet this time you seem to focused on him to even let the actual thought of sleep cross your mind.
you know it's because you can't stop thinking about your boyfriends lips, his hot tongue and his perfect nose, your head full of thoughts about how good he makes you cum over and over again once he's gotten a taste.
whereas nicholas remains absolutely clueless. he's also a little too focused to pay complete attention to your words but he does appreciate any compliment coming from your way. ever since the two of you started dating you've made it your mission to remind him how perfect he is
nicholas places a quick kiss of gratitude into your palm before he pushes his lips into a thoughtful pout and focuses on the littered papers in front of him again, not realising how much you've been pressing your thighs together in hope of releasing some of the pressure on your needy cunt
there's just something about the way he scratches the sides of his nose whenever he's slowly turning to the next page, poking the inside of his cheeks with his tongue and nibbling on his lip like he's purposely trying to torture you.
"babe." you mumble sternly and reach for his hand, grateful he's quick to play into your neediness as he grabs your inner thigh and gently strokes your skin,
"i wanna ride your face, please."
usually you're not one to be this bold with your requests but after watching him for the past hour it's been incredibly hard for you to maintain your composure and even your patience has limits.
nicholas is absolutely stunned at your words. for a second he's not sure if he even heard you right, giving you a double take just to realise your current state.
eyes glossy, lips pushed into the cutest pout, thigh firmly pressed together and your cute nipples poking through the fabric of your pyjama shirt to the point where not a single thought is left to imagination.
just out of curiosity nicholas lets his hand wander in between your legs, gulping harshly at the way they fall apart like you've been waiting to be relieved and once his fingers graze your soaked panties, he knows exactly why you're reacting the way you do.
without even missing another beat, nicholas throws his controller as well as his headset to the side, turning his game off and almost instantly laying on his side of the bed.
"I'm sorry for not realizing sooner, baby", he whispers as you shakily make your way to straddle his handsome face, his cheeks and lips tinted in the sweetest shade of pink, "there you go, baby."
his praise elicits a soft whimper from your throat, your hole clenching in absolute despair and the second the tip of his nose grazes your flesh, you throw your head back with a loud moan of relief.
"fuck, baby", nicholas grunts against your cunt, his tongue lapping up your sweet juices and if it wasn't for his tight grip on your waist, you would have thought he passed
out, "you're so wet for me, angel, so perfect." all you can do is whimper in response, grabbing a fistful of his hair and grinding yourself against his tongue, whining every time his nose nudges your hardened clit.
"you're so wet for me, angel, so perfect."
all you can do is whimper in response, grabbing a fistful of his soft hair and grinding yourself against his tongue, whining every time his nose nudges your hardened clit.
"that's why you love my nose so much, hm?", nicholas smile turns into a smirk as he pushes his tongue inside of your clenching hole, groaning and moaning against your wet flesh like a man gone mad.
"mhm, y-yes", you whisper and feel the sweet wave of your release climbing up your spine in the sweetest way possible. "love sitting on it."
and for a moment nicholas movements stop, as he appreciates your sweet compliment, head cloudy from all the arousal floading his brain and his cheeks burning from excitement.
"that's my good girl", he grunts and finally wraps his lips around your sensitive clit before he pushes the tip of his tongue against the nub and applies just the right amount of pressure, making sure to have you cum all over his face to make you feel as loved and appreciated as he does.
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Dating Rafe would include⌠(realistically speaking)
Inspired by the fact I actually, after years of stalling decided to start watching OBX-currently just started S3-and we all love a psycho lol
Rafe itâs absolutely all or nothing, so for starters you had to catch his eye somehow
Mf couldnât get you out of his head and wanted to know every single thing there was to know about you.
If youâre a Pogue his obsession went over the fucking top, like a guilty pleasure he couldnât get enough of, but hid away because there was no way he couldâve been seen with a Pogue.
If youâre a Kook, he goes full cassanova, charming, smooth asf talker, he wants to absolutely woo you because he wants you to be his and to have everyone know that.
Deep fucking staring from across the room.
Touch starved, literally if he doesnât have his hands on you somehow he canât be at ease.
Lots and lots of love bites
Contrary to popular belief, Rafe would NEVER cheat, he wouldnât be dating someone he isnât obsessed with.
Canât fucking stand men trying to hit on you, literally gets on fights almost every time you go out.
You canât go out to parties without him, non negotiable.
Aggressive speaker, would throw a compliment within insults.
âI wouldnât have to fight some fucking dickhead if you wouldnât dress like that!â
Not even kidding Rafe Cameron is the CEO of lovebombing.
Stupid fights turn into literal yelling and him hitting the wall.
When heâs high itâs literally all lovely dovey and needy or aggressive as shit and throwing shit at you.
Screams in your face for the most part.
Immediately regrets it whenever he does it and apologizes like his life depends on it.
âShit, baby⌠Iâm so sorry, I- I swear i didnât mean toâ
Showers you with love afterwards.
MAKE UP SEX
Workships your body every time youâre in bed
âYouâre so fucking beautifulâŚâ
Man loves to get his face in between your legs and munch.
Is terrified of you leaving him and when you try to he humiliates himself for you to forgive him
Literally falls to his knees and clings onto your knees.
âPlease, please⌠donât leave me Y/N youâre all I haveâ
Would literally throw hands if something happens to you on a blink.
âWho was it?â
âRafe, donât-â
âGive me namesâ
Would kill for you
âŚbut could also be likely to kill you too
Needs a lot of reassurance.
Youâre practically his therapy and the only thing keeping him on a half decent mindset.
Asks you for help because youâre the only one to ever listen to him.
Promises you he will drop his drug addiction over and over again.
He wants to do better for you, just doesnât know how to.
Ultimately, he does love you, but in the only way he understands love.
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On your blog you've talked about dealing with chronic as a result from the stress of masking your autism.
It's a bit of a different situation, but my little sister (who we've begun to suspect has adhd) has been experiencing chronic pain in her arms and legs. I may be totally off base, but I was wondering if a similar stess might potentially be a factor in her pain.
If you're willing, would you mind talking about how your pain affected before you found a way to manage it (I tried searching your tumblr, but not much came up, so sorry if I'm asking a question that's already been answered)?
Thanks either way, I love your books. Love is real!
sure buckaroo GOOD QUESTION. i have had chronic pain in some form or another for LONG TIME in a number of STRESS RELATED WAYS. in past it has been cracking teeth from clenching dang jaws while i sleep and things like that, but a few years ago it was FULL ON BODY PAIN AND TIGHTNESS like every muscle was clenching up. went to the doctor over and over all kinds of dang specialists and it was very difficult to figure out what was going on. eventually landed on a sort of nebulous trot of STRESS but i can get more specific.
there are several things about me that you would never know just from looking or even talking to me for long times. i am a bi buckaroo, i am a non-dysphoric trans buckaroo, i am an autistic buckaroo. EVERY SINGLE ONE OF THESE THINGS IS EITHER HIDDEN AUTOMATICALLY OR I AM SUCH AN EXPERT AT HIDING THAT IT IS SECOND NATURE
autism presents its trot in many ways, so my words do not apply to all, but my version is EXTREME ORGANIZATION AND ENDLESS WORK ETHIC. in way of freud (which is a silly way but sometimes good for symbolism talk) i have what you would call an OVERDEVELOPED SUPER EGO which is a double edged sword. i can write 100s of books at an incredible pace, but also feel like my body is constantly collapsing in on itself
this is not really something i consciously think about much, but eventually these health problems started creeping up. it was all from carrying this mystery tension in my body, because while it feels EASY for me to mask i believe all that tension goes somewhere and it stores up and stores up and stores up.
so i think the HEALTHY way that i have found to deal with this (i think of it as releasing the steam valve a bit so the boiler does not break down) is ART. this space where i am allowed to be CHUCK TINGLE and write without obsessing over the spelling or punctuation, or to loudly express my queerness, or explore gender, and to let my neurotypical mask down DIRECTLY RELIEVES my chronic pain because it literally makes my muscles relax.
when i started out this ARTISTIC TROT as chuck i used a LOT of metaphor to keep my privacy, with different words or different versions of people for different things, and buckaroos found this very funny. as a way to express myself artistically i also liked this metaphor trot a lot, but i have also found that the LESS metaphor i paint over my life as chuck, the better it is for my health. if you have noticed, i talk less about some of the parts of my life that were metaphors, or maybe you have seen that my voice has relaxed a bit in interviews, or that i carry myself a little differently over time, this is partially why. (there is another artistic reason that was a planned trot from the beginning and it has to do with my feelings as a young autistic buckaroo of not fitting in on this timeline, but we can dive into that later).
anyway, as PRACTICAL ADVICE i would say that FINDING A SPACE TO EXPRESS YOURSELF WITHOUT FEAR OR MASKING has been the number one trot for me. that can be a pink bag over your head writing hundreds of erotic shorts, or that can be just laying on the ground howling your heart out, or doing whatever stim you need to do.
i will also say that ONCE I REALIZED IT WAS MUSCLE TENSION getting a physical therapist helped a lot. because there are two sides, you have to start releasing steam from the steam valve, but at the same time youve also gotta start HEALING THE DAMAGE. so i think stretching and techniques like that can be very helpful.
hope that helps buckaroo LOVE IS REAL
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