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janaeekook · 5 years ago

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Allure || {jjk} (m)

“and i dont get the fascination or the allure with you, jungkook. To me you’re just another haphazard playboy that wants to get in my pants.”

pairing: playboy!jungkook x reader

word count: 4.8k

warnings: - smut - unprotected sex -

••✦♡︎✦••

The hallways were crowded and everyone around you jittery. It was spring break, the final bell had signaled it.

“Y/n!” Your best friends voice ringing through your ears, turning to see Yoonah running towards you. “So are you ready to get wild the spring break?” She asked as she reached your side.

“Definitely.” Sarcasm dripping from every syllable.

“Oh come on don’t be such a prude.” Yoonah linked your arms as you walked to the after school hangout.

You guessed You were a prude. You hated parties and thought they were insanely stupid. You still remained a virgin even though it’s your last year of high school which you were for the most part proud of. You also thought drinking was stupid, everyone at those parties you hated were always shit faced and couldn’t tell left from right. What was the point? You just feel like shit the next morning. There was a lot you didn’t understand about the partiers at your high school that’s why you never enjoyed their presence. The guys were just looking for sex and the girls were just looking to get fucked, you thought is was disgusting and desperate.

As though there was some higher power at work, you and Yoonah walked into the dinner down the road from your school which served as the typical hangout. And of course there sat the typical partiers our the ‘popular’ kids, they annoyed you the most. You walked right past them without a second glance, Yoonah in tow.

The two of you sat at your typical booth and you pulled out your notebook to start studying before Yoonah stopped you.

“Nuh-uh, Nope, you are not studying the entire break.” She quickly snatched your notebook shoving it in her own bag.

“Then what am I supposed to do?”

“Anything but study.” You groaned.

“So, what do you want to take about?” You looked to her but her eyes went past you, you furrowed your brows. “Yoonah what is it?”

She finally looked back to you her cheeks tinged pink, “Act Natural.” She whispered and before you could question her further you felt someone slide in next to you.

“Hey, y/n.” Your eyes instantly rolling at the sound of the voice, you could feel the smirk and his eyes glued to you.

“What do you want Jungkook?” You looked to him annoyance laced in your voice. This only caused the proclaimed trouble-maker to smirk more.

“Party, tonight, my house, you and Yoonah should come princess.”

“Why the hell woul-“

“She’d love to!” Yoonah cut you off and you gave her a look.

“I didn’t say that.”

“Oh come on princess it’ll be fun.” Jungkook then rested a hand on your thigh which you quickly brushed off.

“Hands off pervert.”

“Y/n, is Jungkook causing you trouble?” You looked to see Chan and his posy standing at your table in their fancy school uniforms.

“I’m fine Chan.”

“You heard her Chan, she’s fine.” Jungkook shot at him, they both glared at eachother. Chan eyes eventually looked back to yours and he smiled.

“Call me tonight.” He winked to you then walked away, the other eight boys following him. Chan went to Mountainridge Prep a prestigious private school in the area. Everyone that went there were self-serving pricks they were even worse then the kids at your school.

“Well,” Jungkook clapped his hands together before standing, “I’ll see you are my place, 10 o’clock.” He stalked off back to his group.

Jungkook has been trying to wiggle his way into your pants ever since freshman year when you rejected him. Jungkook never gets rejected, and to say the least you hurt his pride and damaged that pretty ego of his. Sure he was hot, but you knew he was just a playboy.

“You’re crazy.” Yoonah spoke once jungkook was gone, “He’s been pining after you for four year’s I don’t get how you say no.” You shrugged.

“He’s just looking for another notch on his belt, and I’m not interested in being played.”

“Well you’ve got a strong will, because if he asked me, I’d let him destroy me.” You threw a butter packet at her to get her to stop day dreaming, “I’m just being honest.”

••✦♡︎✦••

“Alright let’s see what you’ve got.” Yoonah said before flopping on your bed, you groaned.

“You’re not really gonna make me go are you?” You were unenthusiastic about it all but Yoonah was clearly excited.

“Yup! No show me your clothes.” She insisted and you opened your wardrobe. She stood again walking over and shuffling through your clothes. She pulled out something you couldn’t see, she whipped around showing a black body con dress that always stayed in the back of your wardrobe collecting dust.

“No, I am not wearing that out of the house!”

“You’ll look hot, plus this is all you have.” She said before handing you the hanger. You went to the bathroom, putting it on.

The dress hugged your bust and your hips perfectly. It was a large contrast to the baggy school clothes you wore everyday. You had to admit that you looked good. You stepped out and Yoonah gasped.

“You’re a goddess!” You chuckled at her reaction, “Now put your normal clothes back on and we’ll head to my house.”

“Ya ya, ok.” You grabbed a large Tee-shirt and some shorts then went back into the bathroom changing and putting the dress back on the hanger. You headed down the steps and grabbed your car keys.

“I’m sleeping over at Yoonah’s!” You shouted as you left the house. Not that anyone was listening.

••✦♡︎✦••

Yoonah had finished your makeup, it was 10:20 pm. You had gotten a little distracted playing Mario kart for 3 hours before actually starting to get ready. According to Yoonah though no one shows up on time so you were fine.

You drove to the address that jungkook had texted you. How he got your number you didn’t know. You parked down the street and Yoonah and you got out walking towards the sound of muffled music.

“Let’s get our party on!” She danced as she walked and you laughed at her. You walked up the long walk way to the large house infront of us, and walked in. The pungent smell of sweaty bodies and liquor filling your senses. You scrunched my nose in disgust, giving disapproving looks to the people dancing and being all over eachother. Hormonal teenagers just wanting to get off with anyone who was willing.

You looked towards the last direction you saw Yoonah but she wasn’t there. Great. You called her name but you couldn’t even hear yourself over the crowd which in itself was suffocating. This being your first high school party you were not impressed. It was a cesspool, but you had to find Yoonah.

You couldn’t find her anywhere down stairs so You ventured up the steps. Damn, the halls seemed never ending on the second floor, though they were a lot quieter. You let out a groan and kicked the nearest wall.

“What’d my house ever do to you?” You froze upon hearing his voice, turning to face him. His face held a smile and his eyes looked playful. The silk dress shirt he wore was unbuttoned at the top revealing his prominent collar bones.

“I was looking for Yoonah, have you seen her?” You asked dryly, he just shook his head so You turned to head back down stairs seeing as he was no help.

“Wait,” His voice sounded almost desperate, “Why do you hate me so much?” He was clearly interested in knowing, so you spun around.

“Because you’re an arrogant prick.” You spoke with a fake smile.

“You don’t even know me y/n.” He seemed hurt by your harsh statement.

“Don’t have to.” You shrugged.

“I just don’t get you.”

“And I don’t get the fascination or the allure with you, Jungkook. To me you’re just another haphazard playboy that wants to get in my pants.”

“Who said I wanted to get in your pants?” He questioned.

“The way you act towards me says it all.”

“You really don’t know me at all y/n.” He seemed off and distant. Had something happened? Why do You care?

“Your reputation says a lot about you.” You pointed out.

“Not that I’m proud of it.”

“Are you really getting emotional with me?” You raised an eyebrow at him. He let out a long sigh.

“I just have no one to talk to about this shit.” He took a sip from the beer bottle in his hand.

“You’re drunk, Jungkook”

“Just letting go.” He sat on the ground leaning his back against the wall to your right.

“Jeez do you always get this depressed when you drink?” You asked him, he simply shrugged taking another sip of the alcoholic beverage. You stared at the boy before you, his barrier walls all down thanks to the alcohol. Unconsciously you found yourself sitting across from him which peaked his interest, “Shouldn’t you be down there partying?”

“What’s the point? It’s stupid anyways.” You were taken aback, Maybe you and Jungkook had more in common than you thought. You hummed.

“Why do you sleep around?” It was a question you’d been asking yourself for awhile now.

“It’s easier than being vulnerable.” He took another sip, “You just move on and you don’t get hurt. But it’s mainly because I’m waiting.”

It almost broke your heart to here him say something like that. He was just afraid of being hurt by others, that you could understand. You had been silently judging him all these years but in reality it was just his way of coping with life. He suddenly held out the beer bottle to you.

“Oh I-I don’t drink.” He gave you a weird look before shrugging.

“Suit yourself.” He downed another gulp. You studied his face as he played with the bottle.

“I like you better when you’re drunk.” You chuckled.

“Then I guess you’ll have to get me drunk more often.”

“I guess.” You said with a smile, looking to your hands folded in your lap. There was a brief moment of silence before Jungkook spoke again.

“You look beautiful tonight.” You cursed yourself for blushing at his comment.

“Thanks.” You met eyes with him, he set down the bottle on the wooden floor next to him before leaning forward with his hand out. He cupped your left cheek with his right hand, his fingers resting on your neck. The world stopped, time stopped as you felt a sudden urge. Jungkook leaned in connecting his lips to yours, a moment you will not soon forget you felt your heart beat a little faster as he kissed you. He pulled away and his face looked almost confused with his brows furrowed.

The sheer reality of what just happened set in your mind, you just kissed Jeon Jungkook. You just kissed Jeon Jungkook willingly, and you enjoyed it. It scared you, you didn’t want to feel that spark. You quickly stood.

“Uh, Um, I should go.” You cheeks were a deep shade of red which did not go unnoticed by Jungkook. You were just as flustered as he was.

You hurried back down the hall and proceeded down the stairs you quickly found Yoonah, she sat on the kitchen counter with the alcohol. She wouldn’t stop giggling and talking rather loudly, about a cute boy she met yet couldn’t recall his name, as you dragged her drunk ass back to your car and headed home.

The car ride was quiet, Yoonah had passed out and you were left to think about Jungkook. The sweet yet bitter taste of his lips from the alcohol, drilled into your brain. You hated it but after that small intoxicating taste, you wanted more.

••✦♡︎✦••

5 days later;

You were avoiding his texts, you didn’t know what to say. You tried keeping him from your mind be occupying your time with work and random tasks. Today you had work and even better a solo shift which was a breath of relief, you worked at the library and that’s somewhere you would never find him.

When you stepped outside to walk to work you noticed that the sky had become a dark grey and the wind blew wildly, sweeping your hair into twists. You pulled your jean jacket tighter around your body. So much for spring break. On your arrival you were welcomed with the warmth, you placed your things in the back, and went to find your boss. She sat at the front counter checking books.

“Mrs.Kim, I’m here.” Keeping your voice in a low register as to not disturb people who were studying.

“Oh good! I hope you won’t have any trouble locking up.”

“Nope, you have nothing to worry about.” You gave her a bright smile. It was 2 o’clock and the library closed at 4 but you always stayed to organize the books. The older lady gave you a Key which you gladly excepted, and you began to help check the books because she insisted she’d finish before leaving.

After 2 hours of checking books and helping people find ones they needed, it was finally closing time. You stood from your seat at the front desk and stretched a bit. You then hooked up your phone to the speaker system playing some light instrumental music.

You rolled the cart around putting books back in their place and fixing any that were out of place. You did this till your little cart was empty, and you went back to the front desk to retrieve more. When the door opened you didn’t look up from the books.

“We’re closed.” You stated

“Sorry I didn’t really know the hours.” Jungkook. You timidly looked to him. He wore a leather jacket and black jeans his hair was wind blown. You swallowed hard.

“It closes at 4, it’s 4:30.”

“Well I didn’t come for the books, I wanted to talk and you’ve clearly been avoiding me.” You ignored him and turned pushing another cart to the elevator, “Yoonah told me you were working today.” You sighed as he came up right next to you. The elevator doors opened and you stepped inside followed by Jungkook, “Can you please talk to me?”

“Do you usually get this stalkerish with your other girls.” You blurted out. That seemed to shut him up.

“No.” He answered truthfully and you snapped your head in his direction.

“Oh ya? And what makes me so different? That I’m not easy?”

“I don’t know.” His voice seemed weak, luckily the elevator doors opened and you pushed the cart out beginning the same task as the lower level going shelf to shelf placing, and organizing new and aged books. Him standing within five feet of you made your heart race as your mind wandered to the kiss the two of you shared.

“The kiss, that’s what you wanted to talk about. Right?” You finally broke the silence between you.

“You felt it too.” You swallowed hard at his words.

“Felt what?” Trying to play it off as you pushed the cart to a different row. But of course you felt it. You couldn’t get it out of your head.

“I saw your face y/n.” His voice was soft, a meer whisper no louder than breath. You rested your hands on the cart as your mind whirled. The reason you had been avoiding Jungkook was because that feeling scared you, you didn’t want to get hurt again. You finally looked up to his eyes which were trying to read you.

“Jungkook.” His named spilled out your mouth in a breathy whisper. And before you knew what was happening, his lips were on yours, his hands on your hips pulling you closer and yours tangled themselves in his hair your lips moving in sync. You both finally pulled away allowing your lungs to breathe.

“Come over.” Jungkook blurted out. You chuckled at his behavior. This Jungkook was nothing like what you saw at school, and you liked this side of him, which scared the shit out of you. A part of you was screaming at you to say no, saying not to get caught in your feelings. But you didn’t listen.

“I’d love to.”

You locked up the library and you walked with Jungkook down the street. The sky was still a threatening shade of grey looming above your heads. You walked in silence, but not an uncomfortable one, it was as if your presence for eachother was enough.

“So y/n tell me about yourself.” Jungkook had broken the silence. You shrugged.

“There’s nothing much to know.”

“Oh come on, everyone has a story to tell.” He smiled nudging you with his elbow.

“Is there something you want to know?” He went quiet after your question as he thought.

“I’ve always wondered why you turn down guys.”

“I don’t trust them.” You looked to the ground as you walked, “Especially not with my heart.”

All of a sudden rain started to fall, it was pouring. Jungkook started laughing before he grabbed your hand and started running, your clothes and hair were drenched within minutes.

You both stepped through the threshold of his house relieved to be out of the rain. It got quiet except for the howling of the wind outside, I shivered crossing my arms over my body. Jungkook chuckled and headed towards the stairs. You just watched him seeing how his wet tee-shirt clung to his body, he had taken of his jacket which he now carried. He turned to look at you and gave you a cute little smile.

“Come on.” He waved you over and you did willing your feet to move as you followed him up the grand steps. His house was huge but depressingly quiet, it reminded you of your own home and You frowned. You and Jungkook had more in common than you were willing to admit.

At the top of the steps he took the hall that went to the left. He led you to the door at the end, opening it. Revealing a large bedroom which you presumed was his. He went to his walk-in closet and emerged not long after with some clothes. He handed you a sweatshirt and a pair of his boxers.

“You can change in the bathroom right over there.” You smiled and thanked him.

The sweatshirt was large on you, reaching to your mid thigh and your hands disappeared in the sleeves. You walked out to see Jungkook laying on his bed scrolling through his phone, he now wore grey sweatpants and a new black tee-shirt. You crawled onto the bed next to him and he smiled that cute bunny smile at you. Your heart fluttered, and your face grew red.

“So how many girls have you had in this bed.” You jokingly asked, you sat facing his laying form.

“None. You’re the first girl I’ve had over.” He smiled again his hand rubbing your thigh. Your instincts told you to run, as you got deja vu from what he once told you all those years ago. But you just smiled, “You want to watch a movie?”

I thought he just wanted sex- You thought to yourself. You nodded despite your thoughts and laid next to him, cuddling his chest as he wrapped his arm around your body. He put on a movie you didn’t recognize. You kept stealing glances at him until he paused it about half way through and we met eyes. He raised an eyebrow at me.

“What?” You innocently asked.

“I put on a movie for us to enjoy, but you just keep looking at me.” He chuckled.

“Maybe I wanted to watch you instead.”

“You never fail to confuse me y/n.”

“What’s that supposed to mean.”

“Well, you say one thing then want the other, I just want to make you happy.”

You but your lip and crawled onto his lap, straddling his waist. His eyes grew more confused but you could tell he wasn’t opposed to this position. Your face was bright red, your body and part of your mind was were working against eachother. You leaned down and kissed him quickly before going back to your previous position of staring down at him. His brows furrowed and a smile graced his lips.

“I thought you wanted to stay a virgin.”

“I-“ you sighed you were beyond nervous for some reason, “I guess you changed my mind.” Though that small part of your brain that still screamed no, was quickly drowned out by the hormones coursing through your veins. His hand reached up to touch your cheek and you leaned into his touch.

“Are you sure?” I don’t know.

“Yes.”

And that simple form of consent was all he needed. Flipping you over and hovering over your trembling form. You were nervous, scared as the feelings you buried freshman year came bubbling back to the surface. Yes; you liked Jungkook, who wouldn’t? And to see this boy who was so notorious for being an asshole to so many girls be such a gentleman to you made you melt beneath him.

His hot kisses that feathered your lips moved to your neck the noises that spilled past your lips were foreign. He ravaged your neck leaving behind purple and red marks. His careful hands removing his clothes from your body. His heart picked up at the sight of your exposed body. You were pure, innocent, he could see it in your eyes, and he was going to show you everything as his head made its way between your thighs.

He wiped your innocence from the scene. You couldn’t believe what you were feeling, the sinful act that you had never before committed was intoxicating. It wasn’t awkward how you expected, somehow you felt completely comfortable with Jungkook as he brought you pure ecstasy.

He finally removed his own clothes and you saw his toned muscles on full display, you traced them with your finger tips. You met eyes with him as he hovered above you. His eyes filled with love and passion, not an ounce of lust, he loved you. Sure he’d done this before, but this time, it meant something. You had never seen anyone look at you that way, it pulled you in.

He was delicate, treating you like you were made of glass as he pushed into you. Your teeth gritted and as tears fell but he quickly kissed them from your rosie cheeks. The moans he elicited from your mouth, they were anything but pure, as he moved in and out slowly. Your mouth hung open at the sensation, he brought you to a new euphoria.

Doing something this intimate with Jungkook felt so natural and perfect, it felt like you had found what you had been looking for to fill that void that sat in your heart. Coming undone, under his control. Lost in his eyes, his euphoria, as you watched eachother reach your peak pleasure and letting go. It wasn’t sex, rather, making love. But you didn’t know the difference at the time.

Jungkook fell beside you breathing heavy, pulling you to his chest, kissing your temple.

His tired voice spoke.

“You know, I’ve liked you since freshman year.”

“Really? You had a weird way of showing it.” He buried his head in my neck and hummed.

“I hope you know now how much I love you.” His voice was quiet, muffled by my neck. He started breathing deeply after he spoke, he had fallen asleep, you were frozen. He loved me? You felt your stomach twist, shit.

You stared at the ceiling as what felt like hours passed by. Jungkook still clinging to you. When he finally loosened his grip it was 12 am all that could be heard was the ticking of a clock and Jungkook’s deep breaths. The rain had stopped and You had to get out of there, your anxiety increased each second as you laid in his bed naked. He just wants to hurt you. Your mind told you, you continued to come up with excuses in your head for why he said what he did.

As you carefully rolled off the bed to escape, silent tears fell. You grabbed his sweatshirt and threw it back on along with his boxers. You snuck out of his room and down the steps and out of the house all together. You were shaking as you walked down the side walk, you pulled your phone out and called Yoonah.

“𝙒𝙝𝙖𝙩𝙨 𝙪𝙥?“

“C-can I come over?”

“𝙊𝙛 𝙘𝙤𝙪𝙧𝙨𝙚, 𝙙𝙞𝙙 𝙨𝙤𝙢𝙚𝙩��𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙝𝙖𝙥𝙥𝙚𝙣?“

“I’ll explain when I get there.”

You hung up, and sped walked to Yoonah’s. When You were walking up the path to the door Yoonah opened the door. Upon seeing her face you broke down, and she ran to you, pulling you into a hug.

“What the hell happened, whose clothes are these?” Her questions persisting you to cry harder.

“J-jungkook.” You managed to utter his name. She pulled away to look at your face, she was confused how you were crying. You had told her about your crush on him freshman year. But she also knew about the one that ruined my trust in men. “H-he told me he loved me and I got scared.”

“Did you...” she looked to the sweatshirt and you knew what she was asking and you nodded looking to the ground, “Hey, you don’t need to be scared, Jungkook wouldn’t lie to you about that.”

“It feels so right but I’m just so scared.”

“Then tell him that.”

••✦♡︎✦••

You decided to spend the night at Yoonah’s again last night. It was now Friday morning and you decided it was time to head home. You put Jungkook’s sweatshirt on with a pair of shorts Yoonah let you borrow, and headed out the door after saying bye to Yoonah.

When you shut the door you turned only to see Jungkook standing on the sidewalk. You sighed and walked passed him in the direction of your house. Jungkook jogged catching up with you. He didn’t say anything though, just followed you, Yoonah must have told him you were finally heading home.

You reached you house, opening the door. You left it open for Jungkook to follow which he did, shutting it behind him. He gawked at the entrance way, two grand staircases leading up. You took the one on the left and went to the left once you got to the landing, Jungkook following close behind you. He was shocked knowing how similar your two life styles were, wealthy parents that were rarely home because of work.

You opened one of the double doors in the hall that went to your bedroom. You sat on the end of your canopy bed and looked at Jungkook, he had shut the door. His eyes finally met yours after looking over the room. Your heart clenched at the sad look on his face.

“You can talk.” You told him, he sighed.

“I woke up and you were gone. No text. No call. Nothing. Why?” It was your turn to sigh, you had to be honest with him.

“Someone hurt me, years ago, his name was Lucas. I loved him but he made it pretty clear that he didn’t feel the same, he cheated on me saying ‘At least she’d have sex with me’. I was so gullible I actually thought he cared, but he just wanted my body. You once asked me why I don’t trust guys, that’s why. I don’t want to get hurt again, Jungkook. And what you said scared the shit out of me, and when I get scared I run.” His eyes gave you a sad look.

“I’m nothing like that guy y/n. I meant every word I said.”

“Jungkook-“

“If you don’t feel the same It’s fine I’ll understand.” He looked to the ground.

“What? No, It’s not that I don’t love you, I do I really fucking do and it scares me.” Your words made him look back up to you.

“You do?”

“Since freshman year.” You confessed what you kept so deeply hidden, “I mean how could I not?” You chuckled. Jungkook then walked to you grabbing your face and kissing you. This time it felt different, now that the truth was in the air passion oozed from the kiss.

The void that stood empty in your heart filled within seconds. You knew this boy really loved you and you couldn’t be more relieved. And as he kissed you, pushing you back on the bed for the second time, you guessed you finally understood the allure of Jeon Jungkook.

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shytiff · 4 years ago

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Apr 2021 Wins

Started typing this on 4th apr lmaooo

1 - went to mcd. bought chicken + rice with the app promo. there’s a staff helping me on the order machine lol i feel badd there’s no need to do thatt. ate my lunchmade by mom at mcd’s muschola and went to sbux bcs its tumbler day. green tea latte w skim milk as usual. sent dr triya’s translation. ecmocard. started rereading goong (AGAIN. i probably have read it like 3 times minimum). still bring some feels

2 - its holiday today. spent almost the whole daylight rereading goong (turns out its pronounce ‘gung’ not ‘gong’ lol ive been wrong all this time) and finished it. the scene where they stare at each other, separated by the castle door, always gets me. got the old ipad charged (the screen are like 30% close to detaching and falling apart) and started AOT

3 - spent the whole day reading AOT. i like it when i have mini purposes in life (eg: finishing a manga series). AOT rly talks a lot about what do you want to do in life, the consequences of your choices and how you have to live with it. i felt triggered in a good way. the characters dont rly judge other’s choices, but they question them. discuss about it. give you some moral push. second gladi today. my vbg was still filpped hhhh. read aot until i felt sleepy and fell asleep. woke up very near subuh and prayed isya. my toxic trait is the horrible self care (and im talking bare minimum lol hehe lmao)

4 - finished aot. Asked irun about some aot explanations and she sent 5 paragraphs in one bubble. Slept. Flavola, kopsus coklat and somay. Also ate japota honey butter. Did 1 long input of ecmocard. Followed baepsae choreo. Moved my body a bit. Wow im not immediately sleeping. Amazing

5 - arrived at harkit 11-ish and went back about 1pm loll. super hungry when im arriving in kalideres. bought tahu colek worth 3000 (i wonder how the seller hears me through my 2 layers of mask), roti sisir and some ice cream in alfamidi. my fitlife protein powder ran out again. its my 2nd already. did some ecmocard, wasted my time after maghrib

6 - woke up late. did not have the mental strength to go to harkit so i decided to just stay home. bought sbux 1L green tea and macchiato. wasted the daylight and finally did some ecmocard in the evening,,,,

7 - off to harkit 7.30-ish pm in the rain. Took some data for ecmocard. Went to salemba to get tabung and surat bebas pustaka. Had breakfast slash lunch first, tried guudfuud (red rice, beef and omega egg). I like that the rice was not too much. Met up w ness ren and talked about isip dilemmas at sky. Afterwards went to flavola. Ordered mie rebus and roasted milk tea cause i somehow feel sooo hungry and in need of calories. It tasted so good, i was sitting in my usual seat facing the window, and the sky was a mixture of blue and grey. Brought croissant and sakura pocky at indomart. Ate the bread immediately after indomie. Went back home. Juan brought tahu gejrot that was delicious and crunchy. Internship files briefing by akis. Fell asleep

8 - woke up. Saw that dr retha was up for interview. Panicked. Thankfully it was at 12. I left home at 9:40 ish and arrived 11:50. Its a long ass way. Turns out i was interviewed with ka agassi. The doctors are so kind. They explained the gist of anesthesiology profession, and how its a choice you make, and its okay as long as you like what you do. Tried halo bowl for lunch. Sous vide chicken, rice, caesar sauce, beef bacon, and the deliciouss butter broccoli. Went back to kalideres and to starbucks. I only spent <2 hrs in there (a waste of money, i know). Bought decaf hazelnut latte (apparently the beans were kenyan something? Medium?) and butter croissant (need to cushion my stomach). Did GCP certification and sent it to the ever so kind mba Ai. Still got energy from the caffeine, did some ecmocard, read quran, read.... Toji fanfic 🤦‍♀️

9 - went to rsf w mom. We took the wrong way and had to take the long way but thank god theres still time to spare. Met dr rara. Some briefing. Went to rscm w agassi, submitted files for ijazah, went back to RSF. Girlll the cost of transport. MRT: 12K. Grab: 16-17k. Thats one way trip. Bought food at rsf canteen. Eocru briefing by the research coordinator. Ward tour w dr retha. Snacked on ovaltine provided by mba ai. Went home after maghrib by tj. Liqo along the way. Glad bersih (came late). Drank macchiato for some strength but still fell asleep quickly.i shouldnt have laid down

10 - kebakaran jenggot in the morning due to green screen positioning. Finally got the appropriate setup (after many fabric tries and cutting my mukena) at 08:30. Finished showering 08:45. Zoom was opened at 9 lmao. Somehow finished before 09:30. Zoompah w mom and dad along side me. After its ovee, some "photoshoot" w fam. At this point i was truly rly sleepy. Took of my makeup. Changed my clothes. And then racil silv dev showed up lol. I got gifts c: and then atikah came. And then i redid my makeup, this time with the help of friends to create fantastic eye make up look (which i can never pull off). Eyebrows by sil, eyeshadow and liner by cheldev lol. Took some photos. Dajen came. Talked. Videocalled w pupuy. A surprise gift from fianti came. And then chel dajen went back at 8. Still cant sleep. Slept at like 11-12

11 - lazed. Woke up, ate pizza (mom bought 2 of phd's 1m pizza) and bakwan, slept again. Matcha latte and ecmocard. Watched a bit of 2nd sinau

12 - off to rsf at 06:20. Arrived 07:15 ish. Lunch was ayam penyet accompanied by snacks that mba ai bought. Off to harkit at 14:05 (bcs my laptop somehow shut down and i lost all the unsubmitted data). And then off to kalideres at 15:30 ish to meet up w clara and search for clothes for almira's wedding. Went to lippo bcs clar saw this dress that kinda looks like the brokat given. We ate at ramen ya. It doesnt rly make you feel full, the filliny sensation was kinda like indomie. Saw that the dress looked different. Ate 1 boba pancake together at banban. Continued on to the tailor in kebon jeruk. The location was in an alley, and it was raining lol. Quoting clara: "the unnecessary struggles". The tailor was quite helpful (and she looks experienced). Arrived at clara's at 8 ish. Picked up by mom with car (it was raining) and arrived at abt 9. Hurriedly showered and tarawih and tidied up AND ITS ONLY 09:45. Its crazy how efficient one use time (and at the same time, how wasteful one can be)

13 - first day of fasting. The morning was spent taking samples. I stupidly took a sample thats not yet labeled im sorry :(((( i felt kinda tired and wanted to give up this. Give up anesthesia. Went back home at 14:00 and its cloudy. The bus was the nicer types and it was COLD. Read quran along the way. Picked up by juan. Opened laptop. And then its iftar time. I was sooo sleey and the tarawih was so long thst i closed my eyes along the way. Fianti called after tarawih, we talked til abt 21:30. And then i fell asleep

14 - went to rscm. Submitted serkom files. Met dr dyah and i hope we could somehow meet her again if we study in fkui again aamiin. Went to rsf by mrt. Arrived in lebak bulus just before it was raining. The bus took a while to arrive (usually theyre there, waiting). Its still raining like crazy so i took grabcar to AR from pesakih (39k). Played with my phone til iftar. Played phone again after tarawih and fell asleep

15 - i felt rlyy lazy and cant bring myself to wake up. Off to rsf at 07:15. There were coordinator ppl. Took sample. It was raining when i went back but i took grabbike from kalideres. Wasted my time and did not do ecmocard

16 - sampling. Snacked on keripik pisang at the room. Went back early at 13:15 ish. Picked up by juan. Sleeeept (and this is before the nightmareish mistake began)

17 - i did a mistake by telling dr retha (who took the sample today) the wrong patient (it switched in my unreliable memory. I feel terrible. Thank god shes quite chill abt it (?). Read jujutsu kaiseeen. Went to flavola. Did 1 ecmocard. Went to bandar jakarta baywalk by motorbike. Spent 135k and was quite full with many varieties. Arrived home at about 20:50. Turns out juan also had bukber with his friends. Phone call with fiiii, talked abt dimrob

18 - lazed all day, read jjk, finished my part of ecmocard (gave genky to ekal cause i was a dumbass at getting data). Ate mom's mentai rice, siomay. Drank green tea latte. Read jjk til 145 (mentok) at night. Proceeds to consume all things jjk lmaoo

19 - we took sooo long to get samples. Finished at 13:00. Went to rm with dr rara. Went back home. Watched the third sinau. Read the IMMACULATE jjk fics by celestialmechanics im IN LOVEEEE with the way s/he writes ughhhh

20 - samples took faster than usual. Mba ai did not came today. Went to RM and did some work there. Off to AR by 15:00. Arrived close to maghrib. Did not do any work afterwards lmao. Did not even wash my face

21 - magang as usual. Note to self: sit on the right side of the bus. Did nothing yesterday. Felt like shit after tarawih (but i showered before maghrib!!)

22 - todays problem was the swab sample not being there even though the staff allegedly already took it. Huft. Took a shower and out on vitacid (i cant remember the kast time i put on vitacid 😳 its probably been... a week or two?

23 - samples finished quite quickly. Already going home at 12. Lazedddd and lazed and lazed. Waited for emir to pick me up so i went to dm. Read an immaculate itadori x megumi fix thats just full of feels. Started demon slayer lets see

24 - literally just laid in bed reading manga and seeing tiktok and slept again and suddenly its 1 am. Showered. Still in a lazy mode. Havent begun clires work. Watched leah's vlog that said "go do things youve been putting off!". Finally finished the third and last video of Sinau Yuk ICU class with dr. Zeta, SpAn lolll even though the actual last class was on 7th apr. iftar was fish and chips and salad yuum

25 - woke up at like 1am since i slept too much yesterday. Ate tan ek tjoan bread and drank sbux matcha latte. Did some intern work. Read a bit of quran. Sahur. Cant even sleep again so i showered. Off with mom and dad (09:30) since dad’s going to get vaccinated at skk migas. Mom drove me to ara’s place (11:00). Talked a bit and even read quran again there. Off to GI (13:00) to meet up w regen. Walked around. Bought a discounted TBS green tea facial wash. Went back home by TJ (16:00). the bus station is a bit closer now. Arrived home close to maghrib (17:30). hurriedly showered and went to sleep (properly) after tarawih. A good good sleep since i got 9400 steps today and that tired me out lmaooo (bare minimum yall, i know).

26 - woke up still sleepy. Slept again after iftar and woke up at 07:30. Skipped shower and off to RSF lmao. Went to medical record. Walked to the front of RSF originally planning to go to lebak bulus by angkot but i saw none. So i went through mrt instead. Stopped by at kebon jeruk and walked 800 meter (that tireeed me and made me feel parched under the sun) to risma busana for clothes fitting. Took gojek to jembatan gantung (turns out the closer halte to flyover was taman kota). Iftar was chicken noodle and risol and banana and i felt fullll and i slept

27 - today is off day since im alternating with agassi. read quran. watched shadow and bone (with 1,5x speed except for kanej and matthias nina scenes). didnt rly do any magang work except the table asked by dr retha. i feel like usually im operating on 70%. sleeping more doesnt rly add that. i need caffeine or physical activity. before i know it, its close to iftar.

28 - i ((felt)) like i had a decent amount of energy today. shouldve done some work between sahur and leaving the house but i ended up reading vampire knight lmaoooo the scenes had no business bringing so much butterflies. sampling together w agassi. mba ai didnt come in today. after agassi left did some magang work. i also went to RM to ask for more RM to bu dian. took angkot to lebak bulus for the first time. paid 5k. i had no idea which angkot went to lebak bulus and the driver (somehow knowing the right words to say) said “lebak bulus lebak bulus”. didnt read much quran on the way back. i just close my eyes and relaxed. felt kinda low on sugar. watched more shadow and bone on the way back and at home until close to iftar. didnt do anything after tarawih. slept hoping i woke up early (which i did, at 3am. but i slept again)

29 - im supposed to have ample energy but i just stuck around my bed until its time to get ready to go. read some kanej fic lol. I dont rly do anything productive after arriving home

30 - made intern log, magang as usual. Did not go to rm. Finished watching shadow and bone. Rested bcs tomorrow's saturdayyy

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delicatelyherdreams · 6 years ago

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His Shirt

Pairing: Loki x Reader

Summary: Thor let your clothes flood so now Thor has to provide you with some; more specifically, his own. The only problem? A certain trickster god has a little jealousy issue.

Warnings: language (?)

Word Count: 1406

You were going to strangle Thor. Without a doubt, the god of thunder was dead.

As you held your soaking wet clothes, you could feel your hatred for him building up. You glared up at him through your hair, snarling, “You. Let. My. Clothes. Flood.”

He knew better than to argue with you and he simply took a step back with his hands held up in surrender. “(y/n), I didn’t mean to!”

It was supposed to be a nice relaxing trip to the beach... Tony had offered to take you all out for a mini vacation to a private beach. You’d jumped for it, hoping to get some nice relaxation out of it. The trip itself was perfect. The packing up to head home? Not so much.

Thor had been on guard duty. He said he didn’t want to swim and so he offered to stay behind and watch the clothes. But he’d fallen asleep on guard duty and let the tide swallow your clothes and towels, drenching them.

You glared at him. “I’m soaking wet, I’m cold, and all the dry things I was supposed to change into are now as wet as I am!”

Tony stood a safe distance away from you, his arms crossed and a scowl on his face. “Well, I hate to break it to you, (y/n), but you can’t be in my car like that.”

You whirled around to face him, an incredulous look on your face. “What?”

“It’s genuine leather! If you’re soaking you’ll ruin it!”

You let your head fall back with a groan. “Come on, Tony! I can’t walk back to the tower; its several miles away!”

Tony shrugged his shoulders as if to say “not my problem” and moved to help Natasha pack up the rest of the beach stuff.

You were about to yell at him that he was being ridiculous when movement in the corner of your eye drew your attention. Turning your head to the side, you saw Thor pulling off his shirt. Your eyebrows knit in confusion. “What the hell are you doing?”

Bare chested and with a sheepish grin on his face, he offered the white wad of fabric out to you. “Here. It’s my fault that your clothes are wet so it’s only fair that you get to wear mine in turn.”

You hesitated for a bit before heaving a sigh and taking it. “Fine. If it’ll get me home...” You tugged the shirt on over your swimsuit and turned to Tony. “Satisfied?” you demanded looking at him pointedly.

He did a once over before nodding. “Yes. Now, everyone, hop in!”

The ride back to the Avengers tower was uncomfortable. Your swim suit was still a little damp and had turned the shirt see through where your swim suit was pressed against it. But the shirt did get you into Tony’s car and granted you passage home. Finally the drive ended and you were back at the tower. You all crammed into the elevator to go to the common floor and settled in for the ride. All you wanted to do was get out of there, go to your room, get in a nice hot shower, and into some comfy clothes.

The doors opened out to the common room where several people sat down on the couches. Bruce was browsing on a laptop and Sam was playing a game on his phone, but the person your eyes were drawn to was Loki.

The trickster god sat perched on the couch with a book spread wide on his lap and looking as glorious as ever.

It wasn’t a big secret that you were crushing on Loki. You’d fallen hard for him when he’d first come to live at the tower as his penance for New York. He’d always been aloof and detached from the others, but he never seemed that way with you. He quickly became one of your best friends and you quickly developed some feelings for him.

Not that he’d feel anything like that for you, though. You knew better. So, you just settled for admiring him from afar.

He glanced up from his book as soon as the elevator arrived, briefly looking over your group, returning to his book, and then doing a quick double take to stare at you.

You could feel your cheeks heat up under his intense gaze and you muttered under your breath about the “stupid shirt” and “stupid Thor who got my stupid stuff wet.” Ducking your head, you hurried past the lounge towards your suite.

As you ran, you neglected to see the pair of green eyes that alternated between staring at the back of your head and glaring daggers at his brother.

———

You ran into Loki again the next day as you were hunting Thor to return his shirt.

He was sitting on the couch, once again reading his book when you stopped to talk to him. “Hey, Loki? Have you seen Thor anywhere?”

At the mention of his brother, he stiffened a bit. “Why would you be looking for him?”

You shuffled nervously. “I, uh, I have his shirt and I want to return it to him.”

“Oh.” His expression turned sour and he turned his gaze down back to his book, mumbling something over his breath.

Even when straining your ears, you couldn’t make out the words. “Um, what?”

“Nothing,” he muttered. He paused for all of five seconds before speaking up again. “I just don’t see what’s so great about him and his stupid clothes! Mine are softer!” Loki muttered. “I’m the one with the silks and the satins and he has the cotton.”

You frowned. “Wh-What? Loki, what does that have to do with anything? You almost sound like you’re—” And that’s when it dawned on you that it might be more than the clothes that were bothering him. A small smile quirked your lips up as you stared at him incredulously. “Loki, are you jealous?”

“What?” he snapped. “How could you possibly think that I am jealous of him?”

You crossed your arms across your chest, pulling Thor’s shirt closer to your body. “Oh, I don’t know. Cause you’re acting like it?” You chuckled. “Thor let my things get flooded at the beach yesterday and Tony wouldn’t let me ride in the car wet so Thor gave me his shirt. Nothing is happening between us. He’s like a brother to me.”

Loki sat still in thought, pondering over what you had just said. Slowly he looked up, with curious eyes. “Are you sure?”

You couldn’t help but bark a laugh. “Of course I’m sure, you moron.” You uncrossed your arms and set the shirt down on the back of the couch. “There’s nothing to fret about. Only one man could take my heart, and it’s not your brother.”

Once gain his stare hardened. “Who is it? “

“It’s you, you dork. It’s always been you and it will always be you.” You rolled your eyes. “You are so oblivious sometimes.”

He looked like he’d been smacked in the face. “P-Pardon?”

“You heard me, Loki.” You shrugged. “I mean, if you don’t like me back that way, I totally get it and we can still be friends but—”

“I do!” he said quickly cutting you off. As soon as the words had spilled out of his mouth, he froze like a deer in headlights. “I-I mean I don’t...” He sighed and let his head fall back with a groan. “No, I do mean that. I do care about you in that way, (y/n).” Rolling his neck, he brought his gaze back to you. “I have for a while now. You seem to get me better than anyone else and I...” He shook his head.

You smiled softly. “Loki...”

He hummed. “I guess that what I’m trying to get at is that, if you’re up for it, I’d more than love to take you out to coffee sometime.”

“I’d love to go out with you,” you said.

He looked a little taken aback by your quick acceptance of his offer. But, nonetheless, he was obviously pleased. “Th-That’s wonderful!”

You couldn’t help but chuckle. “I’m glad. But, uh, Loki?”

“Yes, love?”

You felt your face warm up at the pet name, but you had to do what you came out here to do. “Where’s Thor?”

“Thor?”

“Yeah. I still have to give him back his shirt.”

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1-800-seo · 5 years ago

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Your joints crack as you sit up in bed, you stare at the poster covered wall as your eyes adjust to the morning light. Taehyung shifts on his mattress on the floor a few metres away. The sun streams into the room through the slats of the blinds, honey glow lighting up the room. Your back aches as you stretch out your worn muscles. Last night’s activities tired out both your brain and your body.

You pad over to the chunky computer over by the window and switch it on before searching the room for your leather jacket. It’s on the floor underneath Tae’s feet, likely because it was discarded in a hurry to get some sleep. You rummage through the pockets until you find a small folded piece of paper, an old receipt, with a phone number and email address written in neat handwriting.

Once the slow computer has booted up, you load up the internet. The familiar ear piercing dial up tone You scramble to turn the volume down but it’s too late. Taehyung had already stirred and you’d jumped out of your skin. It scared you so much you have goose bumps and almost fall off your chair in the process of finding the volume button on the monitor.

Taehyung slowly sits up on the mattress, cradling his pillow like his life depends on it. His hair is ruffled and eyes heavy.

“What are you doing?” He mumbles out, voice croaky and low with sleep. “Sorry TaeTae, I was trying to ring up the internet but forgot that we played games on it on Wednesday night and didn’t turn down the sound.”

Apologetically you squeeze his knee, hoping he’ll be able to go back to sleep. You don’t like an overtired best friend, especially when yours gets extra cranky like a toddler. Luckily he lies back down and pulls his blanket over his head, most likely blocking out the light. You turn back to the computer and boot up the email program.

You input the email written on the paper, hands shaking as you type. You weren’t used to this, the email read ‘[email protected]’, it made you hyper aware that this doesn’t happen every day.

You begin writing your email to him, as you did so thoughts of gratitude and sentiment welled up inside. You u had to thank him for his kindness, after all, he spared you from a concussion.

The email read: Dear Jeon Jungkook/JJK,

Thanks for everything last night, it’s greatly appreciated. Your show was radical, and I’m sorry I bummed so much of your time. Hope we can meet again soon.

Sincerely, a loyal fan of yours, ~ ________~

You finished typing up your message and read it and re-read it for any mistakes. You wanted it to be chatty and casual but not overly casual so as to look like you don’t care. You left it at that and hit send. The paper airplane emoticon bounced in the digital wind as your email was sent though code to Jungkook himself. You got back in bed and hoped for your heart to stop fluttering.

By the time you received an email in your inbox that wasn’t from a school friend or an advertisement, it was the following Wednesday. You were having your usual hang out with Taehyung when the computer pinged in the background of your chatter. You just ignored it since a ping on your computer is usually just your school friends gossiping about how they want you to set them up with Tae, and went back to your sewing session.

By sewing, you and Tae weren’t exactly doing cross stitch, you were sewing on patches to his back pack and your denim jacket. After you had finished that, that was when you checked your ivory coloured, cube shaped computer monitor and spotted the sender’s name: Jeon Jungkook/JJK.

Tae almost had a heart attack when he saw it with his own eyes. To double check he brushed his fringe out of them. He grabbed you by the shoulder, and shook you back and forth. “Don’t tell me that’s the JJK! Are you serious?!” He exclaimed as he rocked your brain in your skull.

“I mean I think so, I emailed him on Saturday morning.” You scanned your brain for any reason why it wouldn’t be the real him, maybe a scam?

“Open it quick!” Taehyung jumped on the computer, spamming the enter button repeatedly. The email took its time opening, the loading bar going up bit by bit. Too slow for Taehyung’s liking. A few “come on, come on!”’s later and it popped on the screen in all its anticipated glory.

It read: dear ______, im glad to hear that youre ok. dont worry about ‘wasting my time’, you made a normal day exciting, and i cant thank you enough for that, doll. hopefully we can meet up some time? id like to invite you and your friend to my next scheduled show, don’t stress about travel, ill sort it, it’d just be nice to see you again and catch a bite to eat before the show. i want to see your pretty face again, angel. let me know asap.

yours truly - jjk.

As soon as you read the email, you shook with excitement and screamed. Taehyung had wide eyes and his mouth agape. “No. Freaking. Way.” He gasped, completely in shock.

“How did this happen to me? This is a dream, right?” You shake your head as to clear a non existent sleepy fog that could be making you hallucinate.

You look back at the monitor; the email is still there. “This can’t be real?!” You exclaim, turning to Taehyung on your swizzle chair, wide eyed.

“It has to be? This is a real email, it has his email address right there!” He pokes the screen at the point of mention. “It all seems legitimate?” You ponder, searching the screen any tell tale signs of a scam.

“I hope it’s not too good to be true... I want to be your future children’s godfather.” Taehyung said with a giggle, covering his bashful smile.

“You have to be kidding me, as much as I’d like to have his children, we’ve only met once!” You blush, cheeks going warm.

After all the fangirling, you decide to sort out the arrangements of your next meet-up, and exchange more heart fluttering emails as you smooth out the plans. A few emails later and the plans end up being that you’ll start the evening with catching something to eat on the boardwalk and then you’ll go to the venue for his next concert, meet Taehyung there, chill out in the green room, and then watch the show from front row seats.

The whole plan was unreal to you, unrealistic at its simplest, but you were excited nonetheless. The day came around sooner than expected and soon enough you were picking out the perfect date outfit with your best friend, as well as wondering whether to do pre-game shots to steady your nerves.

“Are you sure you’re ok with this plan, TaeTae?” You ask hesitantly, staring into the mirror and meeting eyes with him across the room.

“Of course I am, I’m just happy I get to see my favourite artist again in concert; never mind be wingman for my favourite girl. It’s extra special when those two events align though.”

Boxy grin on his face, he looks at the ground. “You’re the best, honey bear.” You say and pull him into a befitting bear hug.

“I’ve not heard that name in a while.” He chuckles under his breath and places a firm kiss on the top of your head.

“I know your mum used to call you that when we were little so I thought it fit you; my big honey bear, intimidating to others but so sweet to me.”

You release him from the hug and share a look that holds the bond of a years long friendship. “Right, what’re you going to wear then?” “Shall we coordinate outfits?” Tae asked picking out a camouflage bandana. “You could wear your camo print pants, and I’ll wear this?” He wraps the bandana round his head and fluffs his long dark wavy hair. His change of conversation kickstarts you back into the present reality. After that, you pick out a black sleeveless crop top to go with his advised pants, layered necklaces/chokers, and boots and put them on after you’ve adorned your pants with metallic dangling chains. Once you’re in your grunge get up, you shove your across the shoulder bum bag with any essential item you might need, such as lipstick, tampons, money, etc. and sling it over your back like a quiver. If you need it you’ll have to turn it round but it’s for the aesthetic so you ignore the inconvenience it creates.

A few hours later and you’re driving down the Cali roads in Taehyung’s 60’s Triumph TR6 with the wind in your hair and nirvana blasting on tape. Miles and miles of beach zoom by until you reach the board walk and you don’t stop until you reach the high end sea restaurants built to feed tourists.

Taehyung pulls up by the entrance and lets you out. He looks stunning in the golden sunlight, dark hair glowing amber in the rays. “Don’t have too much fun.” He lifts up his sun glasses before sending you a wink, saluting you goodbye, and driving away.

“See you at 8pm!” You shout over the roaring exhaust. He never turns around but raises a hand in a wave of acknowledgement as he drives away.

You step in to the restaurant to be met with the smell of sea salt and braised steaks. You scan the tables for a familiar face until you see a hand waving over the sides of a booth in the corner.

“Didn’t expect to be seeing you here.” You say coyly, sliding into the booth opposite him.

“Well, you know, I was just waiting for a beautiful girl, but I think I’ve found one who’s more to die for than the desserts here.” He pushes a lock of hair out of his eyes, it has a slight curl to it, even more prominent now that it isn’t as sweaty as when it’s most commonly seen.

“Oh, and who might that be?” You fold your legs and place your hands underneath your chin, looking into his eyes with a smile.

“I believe it’s you, babycakes.” A flush forms on your cheeks and he winks at you.

“So what do you fancy eating tonight? I think I have my eye on something...” He fully takes in your outfit, but you’re not sure his eyes are only on your outfit, maybe this croptop was a good idea after all.

“I don’t know, can you recommend anything? I like things that are creamy.” You reply, batting your eyelashes, feigning innocence.

“I’m sure I’ll be able to whip up something delicious for you, darling.” A waiter comes and starts their opening spiel, this sends fits of giggles through you both.

A date full of getting to know each other, flirty comments, and general adoration for each other later, your cheeks were hurting because of how much smiling you had been doing. JK was so charismatic it hurt.

Soon dinner was over and it was time to make your way over to the venue. Hand in hand you stroll across the board walk to get there. The way the sunlight hits the waves is enchanting and you find yourself stopping to gaze into the bay.

“What’re you thinking about?” He asks whilst resting his hand on the boardwalk railings.

“Everything, nothing... I just keep thinking about how surreal this is, I feel like I’m in a dream. Partially because I’m in the presence of a super gorgeous singer and partially because said singer asked to spend time with me and now I’m on a date with them. If that doesn’t sound like a dream, I don’t know what does.”

You laugh and cover your face. Suddenly you feel two warm hands on yours, peeling them back from your face. When you open your eyes you are met with Jungkook’s emoting doe eyes looking back at you.

“I completely understand, I have felt the same before, like reality isn’t the same, or like I’m dreaming; but we’re here now, we’re present, you’re here with me and it’s real.”

He pulls you into a hug, his arms enveloping your body. Most people would feel uncomfortable, especially since you just met Jungkook, however here with him on the boardwalk, in the setting sun, you feel safe. You feel like you are where you’re supposed to be. You stand there hugging him on the boardwalk for what feels like a long time, and then you pull away and grab his hand, continuing the journey once more.

“Thank you Jungkook, that was so comforting, I can’t imagine you’ve been in a similar situation but I really am grateful for being here in your company. Can I ask, when have you felt like this?” You feel his thumb rub small circles into your skin, such a soothing notion.

“I don’t know, from time to time... I guess it’s just the perils of the job. Don’t get me wrong, I love this, it’s what I’ve always wanted to do, but their is just some days where I really do feel disconnected. Show after show, blurring face after face, I’m on a high when I’m on stage but when I come down, I come down, if you know what I mean?” You notice his gaze is on the cracked sun bleached wood of the boardwalk.

“I get that. It must be hard every night to go from having the time of your life, to go back to normalcy once your feet touch backstage. I get that you’re just a normal guy who feels like a normal guy, but when people treat you like a god, it can’t sit right, can it?”

“Yeah, it’s like when I’m up there I’m deified but when I’m at home I’m the farthest thing from likeable.” He’s looking up, eyes turned towards the sky now, you wonder whether he’s doing this to stave off the tears.

“Jungkook, I know I haven’t known you long, but I can guarantee that when the lights are off and you’re home in your pyjamas, you’re just as likeable as the guy with the heavenly voice on the stage. I’m not saying this as a fan, I’m saying this as someone who wants to get to know you better, to see you when you’re not on stage, when you think you’re unlikeable, and to be able to tell you all the reasons why you’re so so likeable and worth so much more than you realise. No one is worthy of being deified, but you are certainly worthy of feeling loved.” You squeeze his hand tight in your palm to reassure him.

“Would you be the one to love me?” He turns to you and looks you in your shocked eyes. His are softened and tear filled. “I am not adverse to that... however could I maybe get to know you a little better first?” you say back, as lovely as this boy is, and no matter how much you wanted to love him, you couldn’t really say that yet.

“Oh my gosh! I’m so stupid, sorry for that, why would I ask that on the first date? What the hell? But also yes yes that’d be amazing. I’m so sorry though.” His cheeks flush and you can tell a mile off that he’s flustered, he’s still cute though. You giggle in return, “You’re too cute.”

And so you continue along the board walk, hands clasped together, you both make your way to his next show.

𖣔 𝖳𝗁𝖺𝗇𝗄 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗌𝗈 𝗆𝗎𝖼𝗁 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝗋𝖾𝖺𝖽𝗂𝗇𝗀! 𖣔

𝖫𝖾𝗍 𝗆𝖾 𝗄𝗇𝗈𝗐 𝗐𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗍𝗁𝗈𝗎𝗀𝗁𝗍 𝗂𝖿 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖾𝗇𝗃𝗈𝗒𝖾𝖽 𝗂𝗍 𝖺𝗇𝖽

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parkjmini · 6 years ago

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untitled | jjk

fuckboy!jungkook “but I expected too much from you” word count: 3175 warnings: explicit language, implied smut genre: angst A N G S T ?? ?

a/n: my first non jimin scenario lmaooo yall i graduated high school now i dont know what to do w my life im broke and summer is here

You were beginning to appear in his dreams and that thought alone, scared him. Jungkook remained blank on the outside majority of the time. He was the hardest person to read because he built barriers so high, no one can reach.

Jungkook felt numb when it came to love. He didn’t let anyone phase him, so when he felt the sudden small spark in his empty heart, he knew that he needed to stop seeing you before fireworks were created. It was dangerous, too much for him to handle.

He waited patiently for you outside your lecture, sweaty hands shoved into his front pockets, a single backpack strap on his left shoulder. As students poured into the campus, he grew more nervous knowing you were coming out any second.

“Hey Jungkook.” Some girls eyed the attractive boy and smiled flirtatiously. Jungkook was the biggest fuckboy frat in the entire district. Everyone knew his name and his penis, but no one knew his heart.

He was the type to make up excuses to leave right after a hookup. He left girls high and dry. There were never any regular casual relationships. He’s never found the one girl who made him feel good enough to go back for more, except when he met you.

You showed up to his extravagant frat parties one Saturday evening with a friend by your side. You’ve never been to one of Jungkook’s parties before, he would’ve recognized your face anywhere, but you weren’t impressed when you stepped through the door into the chaos.

Jungkook’s best friend, Yugyeom, nudged his side as he also caught sight of the new girls that entered their house. “New meat.”

“I’ll pass.” He laughed and took one last look at you before he headed towards the kitchen. You were wearing a daring, black dress that took every confidence for you to wear out. Jungkook would never forget that night he met you, the specific encounter that stained his memories.

“First time?” He said nonchalantly as he poured more alcohol into his red cup. You appeared at his side, and he didn’t have to look back to feel your presences.

“Are you talking to me?” Your voice was rather melodic, singing softly against the heavy tunes of dance music.

He nodded and leaned against the island, watching as you picked up a cup to serve yourself a drink. His eyes wandered all across your body, almost ready to devour every part of it.

“I suppose you fuck every girl who walks into one of your parties, that’s how you sort out the ones you haven’t fucked from campus yet.” Your comment caused him to cough, not expecting such an answer.

“No, but that would be a more efficient method.” He chuckled, hearty and deep. He brushed the loose strands out of his eyes, so he could see more of you. The way your hair glittered under the fluorescent light. The way your cheekbones shimmered. The way your lips pouted cutely.

“I’m not interested.” You smiled, mockingly, but Jungkook had to blink twice. The corner of your lips curved upward and you began walking away.

For some reason, he let you go. He watched as you disappeared in the crowd again and bodies merged into one big blur. Throughout that night, he couldn’t help, but search where you would be. He wanted to catch more glimpses of your beautiful face, but didn’t want to seem too obvious.

Your face never left his head that night or the many other nights that followed. As you showed up more to his parties, he found it difficult to approach your standing figure. Unsure why, he didn’t let that feeling bother him.

One night you got so drunk that you slumped yourself all over him. “Hey Jungkook, why don’t you ever talk to me? I see how you look at me across the room.” Your words slurred into a big mess and your body turned into dead weight as you held onto him for support.

He was casually talking to Yugyeom, who laughed at how red Jungkook got from your sudden affection. “(Y/N), are you okay?” He had learned your name through mutuals.

“I’m fucking drunk, do I seem okay to you?” You groaned and pushed yourself to get off of him. However, he held onto your forearm to steady your limp body. “Do you want to lay down?”

“Are you going to lay me down, Jungkook?” You smiled seductively and he stared back at you with innocent, confused deer-like eyes.

For some strange reason, that was not his intentions. He wanted to fuck you, but there was no deep urge to. He wanted something else, yet still unsure to what it was. He also was not the type to take advantage of a girl like that. Those usually had the messiest outcomes and Jungkook has gone through enough to know that he didn’t like the drama.

“No, I was just going to tell you that my room is empty if you want to lay down.” Jungkook barely stuttered out. Offering his bed, however, was something new. Whenever there was a belligerently drunk girl at the party, he let them be and wander around. He felt the need to protect you because of how vulnerable your state was.

“Is the room spinning to you?” You giggled and Yugyeom took Jungkook’s drink from his hand.

“Alright, enough fun for you tonight, missy.” Yugyeom chimed and edged Jungkook to take you upstairs.

He held onto you tightly as he guided you to his room. He carefully opened the blankets for you to snuggle into his mattress. The room was dark, but he knew his way around the tattered clothes on the ground.

“Thank you.” You whispered softly, before your eyelids fell over your glossy eyes. And he stared down at you, wondering what the foreign feeling was that set in his heart.

The next morning, you woke up in a different room and panicked to see guy sleeping in the bed next to you. You screamed, initially, waking up the guy in the other bed. His sleepy eyes opened as he registered the body that laid in his roommate’s bed.

“You’re not Jungkook.” He spoke, his voice hoarse and deep.

“Where am I?”

“Shouldn’t I be the ones asking questions?” His black, fluffy hair stuck up in random directions. “I’m Jimin. You’re in Jungkook’s bed. In our shared room. In a fraternity house.”

The name Jungkook rang in your ear as you hurried to check to see if your clothes were still on. They were and there was no indication of anyone sleeping with you last night. You grabbed your things and hurried out of the room.

Jungkook laid crouched up on the couch, surrounded by trash and empty cups. His mouth was tight in a line and his head fell back on the arm rest. You were confused as to why he gave up his bed for you, but you quickly left the house before he noticed.

After that night, you approached him to thank him for the bed and while he was being snarky, you saw through his false persona. You’d never tell him, but you saw how his eyes nervously shifted. How his lips twitched. How his sentences were incoherent. How he repeatedly wiped his sweaty palms on his black jeans.

Before you knew it, you began waking up next to him in bed and your memories were filled with lustful nights with the local fratboy. It became a regular hook up, even to the point of establishing that you two wouldn’t fuck other people.

That was when Jungkook started to realize what the strange feelings were that he always dismissed. He liked you and it was something that ran chills down his spine.

As seconds passed before you burst out of the lecture doors, he recited the lines his head before he spoke them aloud. You were chatting with your friend as you walked out. She saw him first and pointed over to the boy who was patiently waiting for you.

Jungkook had come to see you after classes before, but he usually told you ahead of time. “Hey, what are you doing here? Econ classes are all the way across the campus.”

“I need to talk to you about something.” He sounded more serious than he needed to be. The noise of his heartbeat droned out your question. He couldn’t focus, especially with how your lips parted beautifully.

“I have another lecture soon..” You waved your hand in front of the dazed boy.

“I-I- how do I put this-- I’m -- I think we should stop what we’re doing.” Jungkook stammered over his words. It was the first time you’ve seen him this nervous and jumpy.

You nodded. “Finally getting sick of me, huh?” You intended it to come out more of a joke than rash. “No hard feelings, Kook. I saw this coming.” You sighed and blinked at the shift in his expression. “Anything else?”

It was a lie if your heart didn’t crack in the slightest. There wasn’t much to be hurt over, mainly because you’ve already prepped for this outcome. Your roommate warned you. Your lab partner warned you. Everyone warned you and so you knew. There was a slight numb pain, nothing too drastic. You were just... disappointed. You thought you might’ve changed him, but things weren’t different.

“That’s it..? No tears? I get nothing from you?” Jungkook whispered and your blood slowly boiled at his mindless questions.

You demonstrated a calm composure, knowing there were people witnessing the scene. “What were you honestly expecting from me, Jungkook? That I was going to beg for you to want me? Or that I would be absolutely ruined without you? Don’t be so full of yourself, honey.”

“I guess it’s because I’m absolutely ruined without you that I wanted you to feel the same pain.” He backed away, a tear slipping down his sadden face. “But I expected too much from you.” With the quick turn on his heel, he ran off and you couldn’t even ask him what he meant.

Jungkook numbly opened the door to his shared room. Jimin sat with a half naked girl on his bed, textbooks laid open and tongues lapping over one another. The other boy pulled away, startled by his roommate suddenly arriving home, looking as tattered as ever.

“Whoa.. Kook, you okay, bud?” Jimin motioned for the girl to leave. She packed her things quickly, remembering to grab her shirt before barely slipping it on as she reached the door.

“I hate feeling. I hate feeling like I’m getting eaten alive by this invisible pain whenever I think of her with someone else, how she’s better off not influenced by my life, how beautiful her eyes glitter in the sun as she talked about nothing important.” He slumped onto his springy mattress and blinked at the ceiling.

Jimin sat up in his own bed, “what’s wrong with your life?”

“I’m this disgusting frat that does nothing but drink horrible booze, maintain the highest body count in this school, and throw rowdy parties. I’m the worst. She’s untainted and living her best life.” Jungkook closed his eyes to see you. Your figure fading in the crowd of people in the tight house. Your hair shining under the fluorescent lights. Your eyelashes battling lightly on your face.

“You’re a smart entrepreneur who knows how to have a little fun in life.” The ruffling of Jimin’s sheets caught Jungkook’s attention. “I don’t see anything wrong with that. A little party never killed anybody.”

“Wow, what a quote.” Jungkook rolled his eyes at the Great Gatsby reference Jimin pulled. “I mean I guess it fits. I never get my girl like how Gatsby never gets his Daisy.”

Jimin sighs and joined his buddy on his bed. “You get every girl you want.”

“Not this one, Jimin...”

“Is it her or is it you, Kook?” Jimin’s phone went off repeatedly and he groaned. “They just love blowing up my phone..”

“Yeah, well, that’s not the only thing they love blowing..” Jungkook chuckled and Jimin joined in harmonious comfort. “I guess it is me. I don’t know why. I get so scared, so caught up in my emotions. I over analyze. I want her to be happy and I don’t feel like I’m a part of her happiness. I haven’t felt this way for anyone for the past several years of my life.”

“So, why don’t you just let yourself feel? What’s the consequence?” Jimin walked over to turn the volume down on his phone, until he scrolled through his notifications from many of his other friends. A grave look appeared on his face and Jungkook hurried over to check what he was looking at.

Jungkook’s phone had been off the past hour, he didn’t want any interruption when he was making his decisions. On Jimin’s phone, he saw text messages of fraternity brothers sending him a video of you kissing Mingyu.

yo wasnt this jk’s girl he was fucking with?

jimin you gotta show this to kook

mingyu out here stealing everyone’s girl again, jk got competition

why isn’t jungkook’s phone turned on? show this shit to him asap

“That’s the consequence.” Jungkook swallowed and hurried out of the dorm, unaware to where his feet were leading him.

You didn’t mean to create any more harm, but you felt so empty without Jungkook the past few weeks. You told yourself that you wouldn’t fall for him, that he was only going to leave, but that actually became your reality and you hated it. You wanted it to be fake, but you couldn’t stop it from happening.

Kissing Mingyu wasn’t an act of revenge. In all honesty, you only missed Jungkook and Mingyu felt as strong as he was. But Mingyu wasn’t him. No one was Jungkook. He didn’t make you feel the same way Jungkook did. The sweet taste of his lips wasn’t there. He wasn’t there.

“Why?” Jungkook found you in the midst of a heavy crowd one night. You thought that drowning your sorrows in alcohol would soothe the pains. His thin pink lips glistened from his lip balm and his eyebrows drew lines of confusion. You weren’t sure if he was angry, or if he was sad.

“Why?” Blinking back, you shifted your body language to face him. He took the red cup out of your hand and placed it onto a hard surface.

“Why did you kiss Mingyu?” You weren’t entirely sure how he knew, until he showed you the video. It had been circulating among the fraternity and you gulped. But you noticed how his ears turned red, his eyes were piercing with anger and jealousy. And you began to mirror the same emotions.

“Why does it matter to you? We stopped what we were doing, so why should I explain myself?” Jungkook held your hands to stop you from mindlessly flailing them around.

“You don’t think I deserve an explanation?!” His stare was intense, fierce.

You yelled over the loud music, “I don’t! Because I never got one, so what makes you so fucking special for one?!”

“If you want an explanation, I’ll tell you. You just had to ask.” His voice was softer now, being barely audible.

“You can’t just do this to me... you can’t switch it up whenever you want, Jungkook, not without thinking about how I feel and how it affects me. Your actions... they.. affect me. Everything you do affects me, so you can’t come to me whenever you want to. You can’t want me whenever you think you miss me. Because I refuse to be idly waiting for you.”

Jungkook sighed, and blinked away the tears that slightly blurred his vision. He pulled you outside, onto the front lawn where it was quieter. You let him, but stood far apart from his figure.

“I like you, (Y/N), but I don’t want to drag you into something you wouldn’t want to be a part of. I’m the worst person on this campus. I do nothing, but sleep around and lose myself in cheap alcohol. I want you to be happy and if that meant that I wasn’t a part of your life then I was willing to sacrifice my own feelings just to see you smile.”

You shook your head, hoping that your heart would calm down from his words. “Why would you be so silly to think that you weren’t a part of my happiness?”

“Because... I can’t be the one to make you happy.”

“But you do! Jungkook.. you make me more than happy. I’m ecstatic, incredibly content being with you. Don’t shut us down when you barely gave us a chance. It’s scary to develop feelings, I know, I’ve been trying to suppress mine for you for the past months.”

Jungkook took a step closer, “I don’t want to hurt you.”

And you took a step back, “you already have. We’ve both done damage that doesn’t make us perfect people.”

“I don’t know how to figure these things out. I’m uncertain how to handle these delicate relationships. The only thing I am certain of is that I like you.” Jungkook lent out his hand for you to take it. “Please, forgive me.”

“(Y/N)!” Mingyu stood at the top of the stairs, at the frame of the door. His confused figure watched the scene unfold before him. Your heart pounded at the choices in front of you. Jungkook blinked helpless at you, waiting for you to take his hand. Mingyu remained at the door, waiting for you to join him back at the party.

You were unsure what to do. You didn’t want to choose. Jungkook’s hand stayed out for you. Staring long and hard between the two people, you panicked and ran back to your dorm.

Jungkook knew every crevice of your skin. He knew every small quirk. He knew you. Hearing his confession meant everything to you because you no longer needed to remain tough. You could be as vulnerable as you wanted.

So kissing Mingyu was a mistake, but it was something you couldn’t go back and change. It wasn’t something you could take back. It hurt Jungkook and it was going to hurt Mingyu.

The amount of emotions became unbearable, bawling at the second you closed your door. Your roommate wasn’t home, which you were thankful for. You were a mess, trying to catch your breath after running away.

In the midst of your uncontrollable bawl, there was a knock on your door. You opened it to see Jungkook looking at you with his big doe like eyes. It wasn’t Mingyu who ran after you. It was Jungkook.

“I pushed you away once and I let you get away, this time... this time I’m not letting either of those things happen again.” Jungkook huffed and pushed the door slightly more open. And you let him in. into your heart. into your mind. into your life. into your happiness.

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missgeniality · 3 years ago

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i was gonna write one review for both the fics BUT i have so many thoughts that, we’re gonna do this for both beby

MOON OH MY GOD I JUST WANT TO START WITH - YOU’RE A FANTASTIC WRITER BB! I enjoyed reading this so much, and I’m going to read the rest of your masterlist pretty-fuckin-soon SO BEWAARREEEE

now that that’s out of the way - ahem - can we just stop to appreciate the fanservice moon has done for our community by writing purple-haired-college-jjk? its beautiful. we all knew we needed it, and moon is here to deliver

i LOVE this little detail of WHY she is mad at jk. a broken pen. idk if you plan on ever referencing this issue later in your fics, or ever bring some sort of closure as to whether jk really broke that pen or not - but my dms are open AND I NEED TO KNOW SORRY LOL - but also, its such a cute story i cooed out to nothing in my lonely apartment 🥺👉👈

also, i do this endless thing where i want to date ever side character jimin in every fic i read so please make him mine thank you i want to throw back twenty shots with him under the moonlight

If drinking was part of the Olympic games, Jimin would take gold at every single iteration.

the whole paragraph was gold. it’s such a genius way of saying ‘he can hold his drink’ without saying plainly that - you have such a way with writing the simplest of things, its beautiful

SIDE NOTE NAMJOON IS SO ENDEARING ASKFSJDKF

enter jjk, a whole nightmare that man is

i love their banter as always, but i also really enjoy the details of their first conversation! im not a psych major lol but it was very interesting about the standford study and ethics and stuff (stuff. so eloquent siya. where’s your award)

YN IS A DRUNK MANIAC HAHAHAHAH I LOVE THAT FOR HER

the first time they touch.... jfc i felt bubbles of anticipation rushing through my body - you’ve written the pace so well - yn’s feelings in this situation are so potent, i end up mimicking them all - flushed face, unstable breath, mind filled with lust and confusion - and then when i read

When he whispers your name, you delude yourself into hearing the thick traces of need behind it,

i had to break away from yn or else i’d need oxygen support for the rest of this fic

im lying i took a deep desperate breath and trudged forward like the needy bad bitch that i am

FINALLY THEY’RE FUCKING! gosh, the smut was eye-popping-heart-stopping-panty-dropping-DELICIOUSSS! it was so sexc of jk to make yn thank him for the bite, a call back that i ABSOLUTELY LOVED! and then his fingers find their home and the dialogue

“Mmm… So wet for me already? Where’s that tough girl act now?”

HUMILIATE ME JK I BEG OF YOU is what i yelled to your fic i hope you got my screamessage sorry for being so loud

“Trust me, Jungkook, I’m very capable of holding out my attraction towards you.”

“Oh? You find me attractive?”

“Not even remotely close to what I said, Narcissus.”

EVEN NOW THEY DONT STOP THEIR BANTER JUST FALL IN LOVE ALREADY! i love their dynamic, and you’ve written them in a manner that’s so relatable!

You pop the condom at the edge of your mouth, unrolling it slightly before using your lips to drag it along his shaft, your hands pulling it down snugly where your mouth can’t quite reach.

MOON WHERE DO YOU GET OF F WRITING SUCH HOTNESS! but also, its a weird thing to admire but i do really enjoy the way you write action sentences, without any muddling - they read so well, and its something i struggle with a lot so kudos to you!

“Can you stop being such a pussy and fuck one for once in your life?”

the genius in this line. its blinding.

Just like the night where you were blacked out drunk, the last thing you hear is Jungkook’s mirthful laugh.

AHHH THESE CALLBACKS ARE SO GOOD!

oh my god this was such a good read, im so happy i found your work, and i am going to review part 2 tomorrow (and write a whole book about it im sorry) - i would have done it today but i need to go pass out from this smut - thank you so much for writing this love, i look forward to all your works!!! 💛💛💛

pen pals (with benefits) | jjk | (i.)

Summary: You and Jungkook never got along ever since The Incident™. As fate would have it, you're paired up with him to complete a psychology project that will span the entire semester. When an innocent touch goes a little too far, a contract is made to protect the two of you from hurting each other, although it might be a bit too late.

♠ Pairing: Jeon Jungkook x F!Reader ♠ Word Count: 9,126 ♠ Genre/AU: Smut & Fluff • college au • fwb to lovers au • enemies to lovers au ♠ Rating: 18+. This work and its subsequent chapters are not suitable for younger audiences. ♠ Warnings: strong language • alcohol consumption • fingering • protected sex • multiple orgasms • name calling • cock warming • slight blowjob (y/n puts on the condom with her mouth) • jungkook has a big dick (of course) • soft dom!jk ♠ Author's Note: it's here! first part of a new series i'm working on while i try to tie the ending for the assistant. huge thank you to @xiaokoo and @monvante for beta reading this monster of a first chapter! isabella, thank you for letting me freak out on you while trying to find the perfect title for this series. there is some slight angst in the middle chapters, i wanted to let y'all know now! chapter 2 is coming next week or so (june 7th is the projected date). ♠ ao3

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"Professor, please reconsider. I'm an excellent student. I can do the project myself if I have to… Is there a way that I don't have to be paired up with him?"

Professor Na shakes his head, his eyes sad and apologetic. "I'm sorry, but this is a collaborative effort that's going to go into your final grade. I cannot have you working on such a massive project alone.”

He sighs again, pushing up his circular glasses when your face casts down, dejected. "Plus, you didn't tell me your preferred partner and I've mentioned since the beginning of the semester that one will be randomly given to you after the 24th."

A silence fills Professor Na's office as you struggle to keep your tears in check. You're currently reaping what you sow for your tardiness, though, to be fair, you are a sophomore in a senior level class and you weren't familiar with the classmates. So, you let the 24th pass you by in hopes of being paired with someone, knowing that you'll have to do most of the work anyway. But you didn't think the professor would assign him as your partner, out of the thousands that sit in the 8am lecture hall with you.

You bow to Professor Na, muttering a quick 'thank you' before leaving his office. You know better than to argue with an authoritative figure, but you sulk anyway as you make your way back to your apartment.

Jeon Jungkook has returned to disrupt your peaceful college life.

"It can't be that bad, can it?" Jeehyun rubs at your back sympathetically while you wail at the pillow, misery casting its shadow over you like a dark cloud.

"I didn't even know he's in that class. I mean, I thought I was the only sophomore in that class."

Your roommate sighs, her rubs turning into pats on your back as she tries to cheer you up. Jeehyun was the first person you met on orientation week, the two of you immediately forming a tight bond over shared history with boys and family. Just like you, she was bright, having skipped a lot of the general studies classes due to the high marks she received in high school. The late nights in the library with her as your only companion helped you ease into the world of university and when it was time to move into sophomore year, it was a no-brainer to live together again.

"Tell you what," Jeehyun sing-songs cheerfully, pulling you out of your horizontal state to sit up. "Let's get you some kimbap and Aunt Ji's super spicy kimchi before we get started on homework tonight."

You sniffle and pout at your roommate while she gives you the biggest smile in the world. "Come on… I'll pay~" she draws out the last syllable, and you form a small smile in return, laughter bubbling over as you watch Jeehyun bat her eyelashes at you.

"Okay, okay, let me get my purse."

You make quick work of dinner, the two of you trading gossip and discussing the piles of assignments you had to finish that night. After eating, you head straight to the library with Jeehyun and find a secluded booth where the two of you won't get disturbed.

"I think you should BCC Professor Na in all the communications you have with Jungkook," she suggests mid-typing.

You were going through your psychology reading when she mentioned the topic out of the blue, startling you. "Wh- Huh?"

"I mean think about it, if Jungkook isn't cooperative, you'll have tons of evidence at the end of the semester that shows your willingness to try and communicate for the sake of the project."

Putting a bookmark on the page, you ruminate at Jeehyun's words. On one hand, you will have evidence of your efforts iif Jungkook refuses to cooperate. On the other hand, it would greatly inconvenience Professor Na, who's currently busy with his own research grant. You sigh, drumming the table lightly with your fingers.

"Professor Na's incredibly busy. I think I'm just going to see how the first couple of emails go and I'll let him know if Jungkook doesn't respond or whatever..." you ponder aloud, mostly to yourself than Jeehyun.

The girl in front of you just shrugs, resuming the assignment in front of her. You pause your reading to open up your own laptop, typing out an email before firing it off. Within minutes, you have a response back from Jungkook, who included a time and date to meet to discuss the project.

"Did he email back?"

"Yeah, pretty quickly too. He's also suggested a time and place to meet."

Jeehyun hums in satisfaction, glad to see that her roommate is perking up. "I mean, that's a good thing, right?"

You nod in response, though you can't hide your surprise at his cooperation. All the memories you had involving Jungkook weren't pleasant and though it seems silly in retrospect, especially now that you're both in your twenties and graduating college in a few years, you've harbored a grudge on the guy for breaking your favourite pen in fourth grade.

Your best friend at the time, Suha, had run up to you during recess, asking you to come quickly to your classroom, her voice sounding urgent. Heart thumping, the two of you took the stairs three at a time and you wondered the severity of the incident if Suha had to fetch you in the middle of playing. When you open the sliding doors, you find Jungkook standing over your desk, your pink pen broken in two distinct pieces. It was silly; inconsequential at best, but you had won it at the grade school's championship spelling bee. And it was a big deal to be the only fourth grader allowed to use a pen instead of a pencil. Not only did Jungkook not apologise for ruining your stuff, he accused you of lying when you screamed at the teacher about what had happened.

"He did! He broke my pen!" you cried, your voice shrill and anxious, tugging at the arm of your homeroom teacher, who came out of the office to see what the commotion was about.

"I didn't!" Jungkook yelled at you, brown eyes looking at the teacher in despair. "Ms. Kim, I promise I didn't break the pen!"

"Then why were you standing on my desk with the pen shattered, stupid?" you seethed, hot tears flowing freely from your eyes.

Before the argument worsens, the teacher puts herself in between the two of you, smiling softly at you first. "We don't use that kind of language in my classroom," she scolds you lightly. Turning her way towards Jungkook, she knelt to meet his eyes. "And Jungkook, did you break the pen?"

Jungkook's eyes searched through the teacher's face, his shoulders curving inwards. "I didn't, Ms. Kim… I really didn't break the pen, she's lying."

Ms. Kim sighed in defeat and tried to comfort you through your tears, stroking your hair gently. "Jungkook said he didn't do it. It must've been an accident. We are a team and a family and we should treat each other as such." Even at a young age, you knew what your teacher had insinuated.

You sniffled loudly, wiping your tears with your sleeve. "I'm sorry I called you stupid, Jungkook."

Jungkook mumbled a response, too quiet for you to hear, but it seemed to satisfy Ms. Kim greatly. "Okay, recess is ending in about 20 minutes, how about the two of you go out and get some fresh air?"

The two of you shuffled out of the hallway towards the playground, but before you reached the doors, you called out to Jungkook, hands balling into fists at your side. "I didn't hear you say 'sorry'," you insisted.

"That's 'cause I have nothing to apologise for," he sneered back, sticking his tongue at you before running off towards his friends.

You were shocked and appalled. When you found Suha at the tail end at recess, you vowed to never involve yourself with Jeon Jungkook ever again.

---

"That's the story of why you hate him so much?" Jeehyun's mouth gapes after the tale.

You groan under her scrutiny. "God, I know it's stupid, but I feel like I'm betraying my younger self for being his partner for a project. I spent so many of my years avoiding even the thought of him."

After grade school, the consequent years were a quiet blessing, Jungkook and you were always in different classes and it made forgetting him all the more easier. When you saw his dark mop of hair during freshman orientation week, you made a beeline away and bumped into Jeehyun, your current best friend and roommate.

"Forgive me for this, but that's bullshit. Come on, that happened ages ago, can't you just forgive and move on? I mean, I'll get you a pen if it really means that much to you," Jeehyun giggles.

"I know, I know. I just… it's not the pen itself. It's this sense of achievement, you know? It was the first prize for the school's spelling bee. Like, I was spelling against the best and brightest in sixth grade! Also, the fact that he never apologised doesn't sit right with me either!" you puff your cheeks in irritation, a pout forming your lips.

Jeehyun laughs a little louder at the ridiculous look on your face, causing a few patrons in the library to eye you suspiciously. When one of them shushes at your booth, Jeehyun throws up a particular finger without looking, a quiet familiar laugh reaches your ears from the general direction. Quickly dropping to a whisper, her face leans closer towards yours.

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to make you feel bad about your achievement but it's also been- what? Eleven years since this happened? You need to let go, babe."

You roll your eyes even though you know she's right. There are other reasons why you can't stand the sight of Jeon Jungkook, but having to explain it to your roommate in the middle of the library sounds exhausting. All the "accidental" hits of a basketball to the back of your head, the Suha™ incident where your once best friend developed a massive crush on him and blamed you when she was rejected… All the little things that make your subsequent years of schooling a nightmare. You consider yourself lucky when he stopped being such a dick when he found himself a girlfriend in high school. Sighing at the rolodex of memories that flee by, you open your psychology textbook to resume your reading, but you end up skimming the page because your mind wanders elsewhere for the night.

---

The place Jungkook had chosen is the coffee shop across from the science building. The ambient indie music playing through the speakers isn't one you recognize, but the smell of coffee envelopes you into a tight, warm hug. Your favourite barista and one of your dearest friends in the program waves at you enthusiastically behind the counter and you approach it with a smile of your own.

"Joon!" you exclaim, the familiar nickname spilling from your lips. "Have you broken any more mugs?"

"Ha. Ha. Very funny," Namjoon retorts playfully, rolling his eyes. "Anyway, what's it going to be today? Caramel or mocha?"

"Caramel, please!"

As you pay, another member of your group of friends appears from the back, smiling wide at the sight of you. Jimin, in his boundless energy, comes from behind the counter to give you a big hug, acting like it's been years since he's seen you. In reality, it was Jimin that Jeehyun flipped off last night at the library and the cotton candy haired man had come towards your table after you tried for the nth time to read about the effects of stress and the human psyche. The three of you ended up going for drinks after, the night ending tremendously well despite the weird nagging feeling you felt about Jungkook.

"It's nice when I get to see you! How are your classes today? You don't have a hangover from last night, right?" Jimin frets angelically.

"I'm fine! I'm actually surprised about that because I could've sworn I downed half a bottle of vodka."

"Yeah… about that… I replaced it with water. Lots and lots of water."

You don't have to be a math major like Jimin to know that the equations add up. If drinking was part of the Olympic games, Jimin would take gold at every single iteration. Not only did alcohol seemingly not affect him, he was a great friend to be drinking with, since he's so quick to take care of everyone, pumping you with snacks and water to avoid any pain the next morning.

"Oh, by the way, just before you came in, Namjoon broke two more mugs," he grins devilishly, waggling at his eyebrows and speaking loudly enough so Namjoon hears.

"HEY! PARK JIMIN!" Namjoon calls out indignantly behind the counter.

The two of you laugh at Namjoon's reddening face and you apologise hastily for teasing him too much. How Namjoon hasn't gotten fired yet is a mystery, especially with the excessive amount of mugs and trinkets he's broken and pastries he's burnt. At one point, Jimin and his other coworker had produced a scrapbook for Namjoon's one year of working at the coffee shop. Inside, there were pictures of a dejected Namjoon picking up glass and pastries with dates scribbled on the side from his many adventures throughout his employment history. In his great patience bestowed by the gods, Namjoon simply laughed, sheepishly embarrassed at the amount of times he's fucked up. Jimin had apologised later and had given Namjoon's actual gift: a highly indestructible and spill-proof coffee mug. From the latest update, it seems like accidents around his apartment were becoming more infrequent ever since he started using it.

After another round of gossip, Namjoon calls your name, indicating that your order is good to go. You scan the shop at the studious college students, trying to locate the “gentleman” you're supposed to meet with today. It seems like he isn't here yet, so you bid Jimin and Namjoon adieu to find yourself a seat in one of the booths closest to the window.

Opening your laptop, you edit a paper you've been writing for class as you wait for Jungkook. The seconds tick by and you are so absorbed in your work that you jump when he slides into the booth in front of you. He jumps too, not expecting your reaction, thankfully the coffee in his hands remains intact.

Jungkook scowls at you, lips turning into a straight line. "Thanks for giving me a heart attack."

You scrunch your nose at him, the sound of his voice reminding you of what happened all those years ago. "Hey, you're late," you accuse, crossing your arms in front of you.

"Yeah, some of us have a life," he snorts sarcastically as he rolls his eyes.

Your blood boils at his comment and you breathe slowly through your nose to avoid snapping back. You plaster on your customer service smile, trying to think of positive things instead of the jerk sitting right in front of you

"What are you doing? That's creepy," Jungkook's voice breaks through your calming thoughts.

Remember the peaceful ocean, the waves ebb to the shore. Just like them, so you should be. You hear your yoga instructor in your mind, resolutely ignoring Jungkook.

"Hello?" he calls out annoyingly, waving a hand in front of your face to get your attention.

You sigh, all calming thoughts dissipating from your body and in its place is a monster of irritation. "Okay," you bristle irritably, slapping his hand away. "We have a range of topics to choose from, what are you thinking of doing?"

"Feisty," he mumbles before casting his eyes at the details in the syllabus.

The two of you read in silence, mulling over the topics in your heads. You sneak a glance at Jungkook, finally admiring his features after only seeing it from afar. Though his hair has met with many colours, this time, he's settled with a deep purple. Jungkook's face remains the same from childhood, though he's lost all the chubbiness in his cheeks, his chiseled jaw and high cheekbones making their appearance. The furrow in his eyebrows is still the same and his once alabaster skin has formed a nice tan after playing sports in high school. The main difference lies on his right arm, black ink twists across every inch of skin and you sneak another glance to make sense of the tattoos. Your favourite so far are the words to the Nirvana song, the words simple and short: rather be dead than cool.

"Are you done ogling or do you need more time?" Jungkook shoots an eyebrow straight up to the sky.

Your face reddens as you look away, watching the table next to you studiously. Jungkook chuckles at your uneasiness, completely in his element. "Have you chosen a topic then? Since you have time to check me out?"

You groan, your eyes skimming the top of the ceiling of the coffee shop before landing back on his mocha coloured ones. Sighing, you push your syllabus towards him to point at the page. "How about group behaviour? Stanford's experiment can be our focal point and I think it's one that no one's chosen yet."

You happen to glance at Jungkook's clean syllabus and you wonder how he gets such good grades to end up in the same senior class as you do. Your own syllabus is filled with notes and shapes that are haphazardly scribbled about, so you can remember as much information as you possibly can.

"That's interesting… But we have to use something else besides Stanford…" Jungkook trails off as he searches for something on his phone, typing furiously at the screen. "Look."

Jungkook turns his phone towards you and in big bolded letters, there lies an article about the unethicalness and fraudulent aspects of the experiment. He takes it back before showing it again to you, a different webpage this time that details the same thing. "I mean, I'm sure Professor Na won't mind, but it'd be unethical to use this."

You blink rapidly at his statement, stunned silent. Jungkook? Spouting moral bullshit when he broke your favourite and most treasured pen years ago? You chastise yourself, trying to return your focus to the task at hand, though you gnaw at your bottom lip to keep the thoughts from spilling out.

"Okay… Should we focus on group behaviour or dive into something else?" You skim the syllabus again to find another interesting topic.

"How about stress and its effect on memory? We'll be able to use something like Yullie and Cutshall in our experiment, though we're definitely not involving anyone in an accident."

"Wait… huh?" You blink slowly in confusion, unsure if you had heard him correctly.

He sighs irritably under his breath, flipping through the syllabus to land on the "END PROJECT" section. Jungkook slides his syllabus towards you and points at a paragraph, highlighted in yellow. Skimming through the paragraph only causes your eyes to widen further. So, it isn't enough for the two of you to write a massive paper for the end of the year, but you must conduct an experiment to support your point.

'About 50 people are suggested, however, talk to Professor Na if you need more.'

"How did I not know this?" You pinch the bridge of your nose, the stress already creeping up on your spine.

Jungkook snorts at your dramatics, pulling his syllabus back towards him. "How did someone so unprepared end up in the same senior class as me?" he scoffs.

You stick your tongue out at him when he's not looking, the one defiance you're allowing yourself to have. "So, what do we do with the experiment? Do you have any ideas?"

Jungkook purses his lips, tapping his finger on the wooden table of the booth. "Ah, how about we have the subjects try to memorise a list of words? One group can have calm, classical music to aid them and the other will have loud, metal music playing through the speakers at random intervals."

"That's… really smart, Jungkook," you reply awestruck. "To make this quick, we can give each group 5 minutes to memorise the words on the list. Does that sound fair?"

Jungkook nods, typing at his laptop, presumably taking notes. You scramble to write them too, starting with a proposal to Professor Na. "Jungkook-"

"Hm?"

"Can you take a look at the proposal for me?"

"Can't do it yourself, huh? We're in college, I don't need to hold your hand."

"Motherfucker, this is for our project. If you don't want to take a look at it, then fine," you seethe.

But before your fingers hit the 'Send' button, Jungkook steals the laptop from underneath your fingers, rapidly reading through the email you drafted. When he returns the laptop to you, he nods in affirmation, reminding you to CC him in the communication. You roll your eyes in response before the two of you are quiet once more, lost in your own worlds. The clattering sound of your keyboards accompany the quiet chatter around you. Jungkook hums as he works, completely oblivious to the fact that you're still in front of him. Something stirs inside you as you watch the boy hunch over his laptop, his voice sweet and angelic as he finally starts to sing quietly to himself. Shaking your head slightly, you return to your assignment, composing an abstract for the paper you're going to write with Jungkook, just missing the way his own eyes land on you. And you certainly didn't catch the hitch in his voice as he sings.

You don't know how much time has passed until Jimin comes to your booth, knocking at the wood paneling to announce his arrival.

"Hey, you two. It's almost the end of my shift, which means we're closing up shop pretty soon."

Squinting at Jimin, you stare in confusion before he points at the outside sky with his chin. It is well after dark, the clock on the bottom right of your laptop screen suggesting the same thing. Looking at your phone, it comes to no surprise to see Jeehyun texting you with worry, wondering where you disappeared to. You type up a quick apology, asking if she's had dinner.

[jee-bee]: not yet! Aunt Ji's?

You smile at your phone, knowing that for the remainder of college, you don't have to eat alone. In one of the many endless nights of talking about your lives, she mentioned coming from a big family and had worried about eating alone because she wasn't used to it. You empathize with her situation, since you spent most of your nights eating alone back at your parents place. The two of you made a pact, declaring that from then on, you'd always eat dinner together.

"Boyfriend?"

Oh yeah, Jungkook's still there, isn't he? "None of your business," you mutter without looking up.

Jungkook shrugs his shoulders, typing a few more lines in his laptop before packing it away. You receive an email notification from him with an attachment, a shared document for your project. In the span of your time at the coffee shop, he had written a good chunk of the essay, appendix filling up with research he's mentioned in the paper.

"Meet me here again tomorrow. Same time," he commands before disappearing out the door.

---

"That fucker!" you shout, slamming your beer can down on the table.

Ever the extrovert, Jimin hears about your dinner plans with Jeehyun and decides to tag along. The third greatest thing about being friends with Jimin? Alcohol abounds.

"No swearing at the dinner table," Jeehyun smacks your arm lightly, pointing her chopsticks at you threateningly to prove her point.

You grumble an apology, your mind already cloudy with the alcohol you keep slamming down your throat. There will be a point at the night where Jimin swaps what you're drinking with water, but you're not that far gone yet. You hope he'll forget about it and let you drink your fill. He busies himself with his phone, keeping an eye on you out of the corner of his eyes.

"Okay," Jimin says with finality. "Who are we talking about?"

"Jungkook," Jeehyun replies, though with a mouth stuffed full with kimchi, all that comes out is a garbled version of the name. After swallowing her food, she tries again, his name coming out clearer than before.

"UGH! Get his filthy name out of your mouth. You'll catch his stupid and I can't have that."

The two companions laugh at your outburst, your irritation fueling their humour. "Come on, he can't be that bad, can he?" Jimin pokes, having not heard about "the incident."

You recount the tale to Jimin, the man snickering louder with every sentence, clearly not understanding your pain.

"How dare he speak of morals when he can't even apologise for breaking my stuff?"

"Just be the bigger person and let it go!" Jimin is now full on laughing, clutching at his stomach while a hand goes to cover his mouth. He leans back a little too far, almost slipping from his chair.

"That's what I keep telling her!" Jeehyun agrees, nodding sagely.

Should you forgive Jungkook for what he's done? Jeehyun and Jimin make a solid point - it's been years since it happened and you've made plenty of achievements to make up for the broken pen. You mull it over, drink in hand, as your mood sours.

---

Despite Jimin's best attempts at making sure you leave the gathering without so much as a scratch, your head pounds as soon as you wake up, and on your bedside table, a little note underneath a glass of water and two capsules of aspirin reads:

You're lucky I stopped us from being permanently banned from Aunt Ji's because of your drunken ass last night.

x Jimin

You sit up too quickly, your throbbing head pulls you back down to your pillow, a groan escaping your lips. Your phone buzzes from the nightstand and when you lift the LCD towards your face, Jimin's picture floats in time with the buzzing.

"Yeah?" you rasp, chugging the water along with the aspirin.

"Ah, good, you're awake!" Jimin's voice crackles on the other end. "I was worried you'd die since you barely moved when we accidentally dropped you on the ground."

"You did what?"

Jimin snickers, his vibrant laughter causing you to wince as you wait for the aspirin to settle in your stomach.

"Yeah, sorry about that, if you find a bruise on your leg that's totally our bad."

At Jimin's words, you wince at the pain flaring through your leg. Upon inspecting it, angry red welts appear on your skin, though it won't turn into bruises, they still fucking hurt. You rub them absentmindedly, trying to soothe the sting of pain by standing up to grab more water. Jimin is talking to you about his day and about your antics the night before.

"Good news, we didn't get kicked out of Aunt Ji's restaurant."

"What even happened last night?"

Jimin laughs again and when he speaks, his tone is dripping with mischief. "Jungkook stopped by and you almost cursed him out as soon as you saw him. I promise you didn't get very far because we hauled ass out of there while Jeehyun paid for the meal."

You are the luckiest person in the campus - nay, the world, for having friends that will stop you from committing murder or, at the very least, a total embarrassment out of yourself.

The bits and pieces of the memories trickle in slowly: the shock you felt when Jungkook appeared through the door, as though materializing out of thin air when you were just thinking about forgiving him. He wasn't alone, another man you're not familiar with coming into view. As soon as his eyes landed on yours, he smirked, whispering to his companion while pointing at you. You tried to ignore the burning feeling of shame in your stomach, but his actions only spurred you on. Jimin must have stopped your drunk self from lunging past the table towards Jungkook, fireman carrying you out of the establishment. That's where the memories stopped and the last thing you remembered before blacking out is Jimin's scolding and Jungkook's mirthful laughter.

"God, I'm so lucky to have you, Jimin."

"Damn straight. You're banned from drinking until the weekend arrives. I know you don't have class, but you still have that meeting with Jungkook this afternoon."

You scrunch your nose, puzzled at the information. "How'd you know that?"

On the other end of the line, your friend sighs dramatically. "I worked yesterday. And it was all you could talk about during dinner."

You only managed a small 'Oh' before letting Jimin continue the conversation. He reminds you to take the aspirin (which you did) and drink tons of water (which you are currently doing) before he ends the call, promising to send Jeehyun to swing by the cafe during your "date" with Jungkook. If Jimin had been in your apartment, you'd kick him in the shins. His shapely legs are safe for the day.

You spare no effort in getting ready, pulling a comfortable sweater over your body and pairing it with some jeans and ankle boots. You head out the door after double-checking your things, running into Jeehyun briefly in the corridor, sporting a similar outfit to what you're wearing. God, you're so close that you even dress like twins. You're about to say hello when she points at the phone pressed against her ear. Though you can't hear what the other person is saying, the sultry baritone sounds oddly familiar to you. Jeehyun mouths the words "I'll tell you later," before waving you off into the cold.

Jungkook's already there when you arrive, sitting in the same booth the two of you were in less than 24 hours ago.

"You're late," he echoes your words from the day before.

"You're insufferable."

Jungkook says nothing at that, scoffing at your childishness before returning to his laptop. Opening the shared document on your own screen, you can see how much research he's done, adding almost twenty sources from the last time you looked at the screen. Feeling a sense of competition, you put your head down and work, tuning the world out, especially the man sitting in front of you.

The two of you sit in a somewhat comfortable silence before Jungkook calls your name. His blinking indicator highlights the paragraph you were writing. "Can you remove this part? I don't think we'll need it."

You nod in response, removing a paragraph before the silence falls between the two of you again. Only this time… you are acutely aware of the feeling of your knees touching his. Jungkook remains passive, keyboard typing away at your documents and you feel foolish when your heart starts to pick up its pace. You don't move away from the touch and neither does he.

It's only when his ankle brushes against yours that you gasp involuntarily, sputtering into a cough at the sudden touch. Jungkook's eyes zeroes in on yours instantly, one eyebrow cocked and a smirk plastered on his lips. "Everything okay?" he whispers quietly, watching your face heat up in embarrassment.

You scowl in return, trying to hide the roar in your ears and the pounding of your heart, letting your feet remain rooted in its spot. Jungkook scoots forward, his shoulders brushing against the back of the wood as his leg grazes your inner calf. He trains his eyes forward, focusing on his laptop in front of him, that awful smirk still on his lips.

"Jungkook," you warn, but your breath quickens when he does it again. You aren't a stranger to pleasure, welcoming men to your bed to satisfy the need that comes every once in a while, but this is different. The shivers running down your spine feels like the hum of an electric fence, and maybe it's because you're in front of all these people, but you feel your panties getting more ruined with each stroke against your leg.

"Jungkook…" you try again, your voice sounding incredibly breathless, hoping this time you can get his attention.

When he whispers your name, you delude yourself into hearing the thick traces of need behind it, your eyes fluttering shut before you snap them open again, throwing a glare at the tattooed man. "What's the matter? Can't concentrate?"

"What do you think you're doing?" you counter, answering his question with one of your own.

"Playing. Should I stop?"

He waits for your answer, detaching his foot away from yours and you almost whine at the lack of warmth.

Fuck.

When you grit your teeth in desperation, he knows he's won. Jungkook looks so triumphant when you shake your head, a small 'No' finally escaping from your lips. You want to punch him, to wipe that stupid smirk he's wearing, but you know that would lead you to get kicked out of your favourite coffee shop, so you bite your bottom lip instead, your knuckles turning white as your grip tightens on the table. You brace for his leg to brush against yours again, but it never comes because Jungkook's eyes snap to someone behind you and he straightens up quickly, a smile tugging at the corners of his lips.

"Busy day, huh?" your roommate's voice cuts into your thoughts. "You okay, hun? Do you still have a hangover?"

"No, I'm fine," you gasp. "Just a little lightheaded. So, what brings you here?" You smile weakly at Jeehyun, praying she doesn't notice anything out of the ordinary.

Jeehyun's eyes flicker from Jungkook to you, her face unimpressed at your non-convincing lie. "Nothing really," she still says, voice as even as possible. "I just saw you from the window while I was walking back from class and tried to wave, but you seem… preoccupied. Anywhooo, good to know you're alive. Oh, and don't come home too early tonight."

She winks at you before taking her exit. Not long after she leaves, your phone buzzes twice and when you open your incoming text, two words greet you.

[jee-bee]: we'll talk ;)

As you're typing a scathing text back at Jeehyun, Jungkook clears his throat, the sound causing you to glare at his chocolate eyes.

"You're so much cuter when you're not glaring," he laughs, eyes crinkling as his head falls back.

"Oh, bite me," you spit, injecting as much venom into your words. Jungkook is unaffected and roars with laughter, causing a few eyes to glance your way. When his laughter dies down, a devilish grin enhances his two dimples and the word that tumbles out of his lips had your traitorous cunt clench at nothing.

"Gladly."

Silence. You blink once. Twice. Your mind brimming with possibilities of the two of you in bed, his large hands exploring your body. Jungkook smiles coolly, tilting his chin to the side as though he’s waiting for an answer. He whispers your name, unable to disguise the growing need that latches on his throat. You try to even out your breathing and when that ultimately fails, you scramble up quickly to draw as much distance between the two of you as much as possible. Without turning back, you march your way into the bathroom, your neck and face warm from the onslaught of sensations, Jungkook’s soft laughter echoing in your ears.

You check your appearance in the mirror, pacing to and from across the linoleum floor while you try to make peace with the warmth pooling in your stomach. You try to reason with your brain, reminding it about The Incident and his inability to admit his mistakes. Finally, you resign yourself in a bathroom stall, your heart beating loudly in the quiet, empty space.

“Took you long enough,” Jungkook smirks as you slide into the booth in front of him. “Can you make the flyer so we can pass it around campus?”

You nod silently before getting immediately to work, sneaking glances at the man in front of you while you do. Though you never believed in deities before, you pray to a higher power for Jungkook to continue his slight touches, your skin burning at the thought. His feet remain planted in front of him and your knees are no longer touching. As you wrestle with your thoughts, wondering if you should initiate the touch, Jungkook reaches over the table to grab a pen that rolls by your laptop. His fingers dance on your forearm, trailing over the back of your palm before retreating, spinning the pen in hand.

Fuck.

Your eyes refuse to look at your hand – refuse to look at him, but your fingers stop typing at the keyboard, a dead giveaway that tells him how much he’s affected you. You’re breathing hard, all the walls you’ve built around him for years crumbling with a single touch.

“Should I stop?” he whispers.

“Even if I say ‘yes’, would you stop?”

Jungkook balks, eyes blinking rapidly at your question. “Of course, I will,” he snaps. “Now answer the question.”

Your hands tug at the hem of your sweater, the material feeling heavy and warm against your itching skin. “No,” you relent.

Your vision swims when he places his palm against your knee under the table and you curse yourself for wearing jeans that day, the material unyielding when all you want is to feel his warmth. Jungkook picks your leg and places your foot on his lap, trailing his fingers across your leg. Your body erupts in shivers with every stroke and your panties are officially ruined at this point.

Jungkook drops your leg gently, before straightening up to stuff his things in his bag. The sudden lack of warmth draws a soft whine from your lips and Jungkook’s face twitches at your reaction, a deep curl of a smile on his face as he regards you. You squirm under his gaze, feeling so turned on and nothing to do about it. You glower at him instead. “Where do you think you’re going?”

“My place. With you.”

You’ve never packed as quickly as you did after hearing the words from Jungkook’s lips. He chuckles at your enthusiasm, but makes no move to touch you further, walking ahead some ways when you leave the coffee shop. When you reach his car, you tear open the car door to slide in easily, your stuff haphazardly thrown into the backseat. You keep checking at the pedestrians behind you, afraid to see your roommate or Jimin walking by and catch you in Jungkook’s car, but when Jungkook’s hand finds your thighs while he starts to drive, you can no longer deny the desire that clouds your mind.

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The first thing you’ll notice about Jungkook’s apartment is that it’s empty. Sure, there’s a couch and a kitchen, but there aren’t any signs of anyone ”living” in the space. You don’t get to ask about it because he wastes no time in circling your waist with his arms, kissing down your neck as you turn pliant underneath his touch. You shut your eyes tight, allowing yourself to drown into the pleasure, even if it’s coming from Enemy #1. Your fingers tug at his purple locks when he slides his hot palm under your sweater, a moan escaping when he expertly undoes your bra.

Jungkook leads you to his room before dropping you on his black sheets, his mouth back on your neck and your fingers return to his hair. In the midst of pleasure, he lifts your sweater to discard it on the floor along with your bra and you struggle not to put your hands in front of your chest, you won’t give him the satisfaction of seeing you embarrassed.

“Beautiful,” he gasps, standing above you, raking his eyes every inch of your body before he dips back down, mouth latches on your neck once more.

You close your eyes and moan, letting the sensations overtake you. Jungkook’s lips feel hot against your skin, flames burning where they meet. Just as his hands travel downwards to remove your jeans, you feel a distinct pain of teeth sinking deep into your skin. Your eyes fly open and you push Jungkook away with a growl, his own laugh filling your head. Propping yourself by the elbows, you glower at the boy until his laugh subsides. “What the fuck, Jungkook?”

“You asked me to bite you and I did just that,” he shrugs, the remnants of his laughter curling on his lips.

Just as you’re about to hurl curses at him that would inadvertently make sailors blush, he leans forward, face mere inches from your own, his scent filling your nose with hints of vanilla and amber. And just like the first time he touches you in the coffee shop, your mind stutters to a complete stop. There’s a pool in your stomach that you know too well and with every tick of a second where his face leans over yours, dark brown irises challenging, your anger dissipates and a quiet hum of desire throbs through you instead.

“And what do we say…?” he whispers, breath tickling your cheeks.

“You can’t be serious.”

“Oh, but I am.”

You wrestle with your words, tongue-laden with lead with the words that you absolutely do not want to utter no matter the circumstance. Humiliation holds your hand and you groan, head tipping back, trying to deny the fact you love being treated this way. You’ve never been with anyone as cocky as Jungkook, so full of himself that if the normal human body contains 80% water, his contains a domineering male ego. Curses ring inside your head and you wonder why you can’t utter them.

“Thank you,” you whisper slowly, drawing out the words. Your cheeks burn instantly, a slight pink tinge that he can surely see.

“Good girl,” Jungkook praises before returning to your neck, using a hand to guide you back down on the mattress.

His other hand travels downwards to unbutton your pants, expertly tugging them towards your ankles while you hold your hips upwards, body pliant under his touch. He cups your clothed core when the jeans are successfully thrown on the floor, discarded among the heaps of other clothing. When he feels how wet you are, he stops kissing your neck to look into your fucked-out features, licking his lips. “Mmm… So wet for me already? Where’s that tough girl act now?” he taunts above you before licking a long, wet stripe on your neck.

You don’t grace him with a response, the words catch in your throat when he drags a finger across your slit. A mewl escapes instead, soft sounds that vaguely resemble his name. You knot your fingers in his hair, those damn purple locks, and he smirks against your neck before traveling lower, nipping on the valley of your breasts. He removes his arm from underneath you to play with your nipple while the other is in his mouth. Jungkook’s tongue swirls the sensitive nub while his forefinger and thumb pinches and rolls the other. You’re panting at this point, the fingers on his other hand trailing lazily against your cunt, occasionally pressing lightly on your clit, causing you to shudder underneath him.

Finally, finally, he removes your underwear to tease at your entrance, inserting a finger gingerly while his thumb latches on your clit. “Jungkook!” you gasp, trying to relax your grip on his hair, but he makes it difficult when he inserts another finger, taking turns between scissoring you and thrusting into you slowly, helping you get adjusted to his thick digits. Your arousal seeps out of you without care and your face heats in embarrassment when a particularly sharp cry of his name is pulled from your lips, Jungkook chuckling quietly against your breast.

“Please, faster?” you whine.

"'Please' and 'Thank You' in a day? Finally found your manners, hm?"

Jungkook picks up the pace, letting you sob and whimper underneath him as his fingers curl inside, the pads of his fingers grazing the sensitive part of your pussy. He doesn’t stop when his name is the only word stumbling from your lips or when the sounds of your pussy echoes around his plain bedroom.

“Fuck, fuck, Jungkook, I’m cumming, fuck,” you screech and your cunt spasms violently against his fingers. He thrusts a little faster, moaning alongside you when your toes curl and your vision darkens, the orgasm tumbling through you in waves of pleasure. Jungkook helps you ride it out, doesn’t say a word when you try to catch your breath, a twinkling in his eyes at a mission accomplished.

That stupid smirk is on his face though.

“Feelin’ good?” he drawls, pulling himself up and away from your body. And though you hate to admit it, Jungkook just gave you the third best orgasm of your life, the first and second place still reigns; a result of one horny night and a few toys in your drawer.

When you don’t answer, rolling your eyes instead, his fingers travel from your cunt towards your face and he smears your arousal on your lips. “Open,” he commands, a threat underlying in his words.

You try to rebel, your mind playing somersaults, trying to find the words to avoid the punishment, but your body betrays you and you let your mouth hang open, tongue dangling out, a thread of saliva dripping onto your chest. “Fuck,” he murmurs before he places his fingers inside your warm mouth.

You lick and suck his digits on instinct, your eyes never leaving his; the one act of defiance you allow yourself. When Jungkook’s fingers are well coated with your saliva, he smears them on your thighs, and you jerk backwards, almost hitting your head on the headboard. Your glare returns to his eyes and he shrugs in response. Pleased with himself, Jungkook pulls you into his lap, grinding his erection on your still dripping cunt. Your mind finally registers the fact that he’s still fully clothed and the deep-seated embarrassment that’s been inflicted upon you since you walk in the door washes over you with full force. You grit your teeth, not wanting him to get the satisfaction of your moans, but when his mouth nips the underside of your breasts, you can’t contain the gasp that escapes you.

“Let me hear you. You sound so much better without the anger.”

“Fuck you,” you rasp, shivering despite the warmth of his body.

He tuts at your swearing, circling his arm around your waist to steady you as he rocks you back and forth across his erection. “Such poor manners. And here I thought you were making progress. You shouldn’t kiss anyone with that mouth of yours.”

“If you’re hoping for a kiss from me with that statement, Jungkook, I can swear to you that it will never happen.”

Jungkook stills his moments and you whine from the sudden stop in friction. “Let’s make a bet, shall we? I’m sure you’ll want to kiss me by the end of this,” he muses, gesturing at your naked form on his lap.

“Trust me, Jungkook, I’m very capable of holding out my attraction towards you.”

“Oh? You find me attractive?”

“Not even remotely close to what I said, Narcissus.”

Jungkook grins and his hands meet to cup your ass, squeezing them tightly before a hand strays to slap it gently. He sets you down on the bed, nipping at your tits before shedding his shirt off. You can only stare in wonderment at the man he’s become, every muscle on his body toned to perfection. You gulp when your eyes catch the stain on the front of his pants and - oh. It is without a doubt, the biggest outline of a cock you’ve ever seen. When he shrugs his pants off, he watches your reaction, stupid smirk dancing on his lips as his cock springs free, veins running on its side. Your eyes widen slightly before turning into slits, trying to not gawk and give him much of a reaction.

Jungkook stands on the edge of the bed before he takes your hand and envelopes it around his length, groaning when your fingers make contact with the leaking head. You gulp as you run your fingers from tip to base, feeling him twitch and throb underneath you. He groans, tipping his head back when your hand starts pumping slowly, his entire shaft already thoroughly coated with his precum.

“Get on the bed and fuck me,” you whisper, kissing his abs. Stopping momentarily, you angle your head to meet his eyes. "Please," you whisper breathlessly, gauging his reaction.

Jungkook just smiles, his thumb caressing your cheek.

Opening his bedside table, Jungkook picks up a condom and some lube before ripping the foil open with his teeth with practiced ease. He throws the lube in your direction and you spread it all over him before grabbing the opened condom packet from his mouth. Jungkook’s eyebrows furrow at your reaction, but his confusion doesn’t last long. You pop the condom at the edge of your mouth, unrolling it slightly before using your lips to drag it along his shaft, your hands pulling it down snugly where your mouth can’t quite reach. Your jaw aches as you warm Jungkook’s cock inside your mouth, feeling desperately full despite not having the entire thing.

He gurgles something akin to your name before grabbing your hair into a makeshift ponytail, snapping his hips shallowly into your open mouth. “Fuck, your mouth feels so good. Is this what you wanted, hmm? You want me to fuck that tight throat of yours?”

You can only moan in response and he pushes his cock deeper into your mouth, rubbing soothing circles on your cheek. “Look at you, so stuffed with my cock. You don’t even have the whole thing inside of you and you’re a mess already. What a fucking slut.”

Glaring into his eyes, you drag your teeth lightly on the side of his cock, Jungkook shuddering underneath. You let his cock go with a distinct pop, a thin line of saliva connecting your lips to the head. “You’re fucking lucky I didn’t bite your dick off.”

“Lucky? That’s what you want to call it? I think it’s ‘common decency’ to not bite people’s dicks off,” he snickers. “Be honest, do you like being called a ‘slut’? I will stop if that’s not your vibe.”

Were you so dick whipped that you’d let him do anything to you?

Maybe.

Probably.

Definitely.

So, even through your bravado, you nod your head, eyes trailing down on his black sheets, and whisper a single ‘Yes.’

“Yes, what?”

“Fuck, Jungkook,” you throw your hands in exasperation, snapping to meet those brown irises again. “Fine! I fucking like what you’ve been doing this entire time. I like cumming on your fingers. I like being called a ‘slut’ by you. Can you please get on with it and fuck me already?”

“Well said,” is all he says before he gets on the bed, pushing you down, spreading your legs wide open for him. He positions his cock to your entrance before he pushes, grunting as he feels your walls clench around him. You moan in unison, feeling the stretch that comes with the size of his cock.

“Shit, fuck, you feel so good,” he pants before fully hilting himself inside you.

“Jungkook – fuck. Don’t move yet,” you shiver, willing your walls to adjust to his cock. Every single time you manage to relax, he’d shift, pressing his cock head on your g-spot. Your vision is spotty, but with every ragged breath, the pressure releases and with a few taps on his arm and a nod, signs to let Jungkook know that he can finally move.

His thrusts are languid at first, a slow slap of skin on skin. It leaves you feeling frustrated, your release getting further away. Propping yourself back on your elbows, you wrap your legs around his waist, stopping his movements momentarily. “Can you stop being such a pussy and fuck one for once in your life?”

Jungkook growls, dragging his cock almost all the way out of you before slamming it hard all the way inside. His thrusts are brutal after your taunt and you finally feel the pleasure return after being kept away for too long. He spits on your clit, earning a delicious whine from your lips, before the pad of his thumb drags across it, swiping harshly at the sensitive bundle of nerves. He fucks you deep in the bed, the mattress squeaking at your combined weight.

“Fuck me, fuck, Jungkook, I’m close, please don’t fucking stop.”

“Wouldn’t dream of it.”

Making a snarky response is out of the question when his other hand snakes its way on your hips, lifting them up slightly so he can drive his cock deeper inside you. Pleasure turns you delirious and for the second time that night, Jungkook makes you cum, your body thrashing wildly on the covers as you moan his name. Your pussy clenches dangerously around his length, your arousal causing yet another mess on the sheets.

“Shit, did you cum? Fuck, I’m – Fuck!“ Jungkook groans. His own release isn’t too far behind, thrusts growing sloppier by the minute before a final thrust that fills the condom with thick ropes of his cum.

You cry out his name in a broken voice, feeling too sensitive after your own release. Jungkook hisses as he removes himself from you and then from the condom, chucking it into the bin before sitting at the edge of the bed, watching you try to catch your own breathing.

“Same time tomorrow?” he offers with a grin, nestling his body next to yours, not quite touching.

“Fuck off. This is a one-time thing,” you say as you kick him.

Your promise doesn’t sound convincing in your own ears. Looking at his chocolate eyes dance in mirth, you know for a fact he doesn’t believe a single word you say. Jungkook gets up to head to the bathroom to clean up before you feel a warm damp towel against your sensitive core.

“Fuck you, Jeon Jungkook,” you mutter before exhaustion settles in your bones, your eyes falling shut on their own. Just like the night where you were blacked out drunk, the last thing you hear is Jungkook’s mirthful laugh.

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thefanficmonster · 3 years ago

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Sweet Tooth

Corpse Husband x Asian Reader (Gender Neutral)

Warnings: Swearing

Genre: Tooth-rotting (😉) Fluff, Humor, RPF (Real Person Fic)

Summary: Corpse isn’t one to have a big preference or craving for sweet, sugary treats. In fact, he’d even go as far as to say he’s not at all a fan of candy. Well, much to his yet to be known delight, his partner Y/N takes that as a personal challenge.

Requested by Anon. Hi dear! Thank you so much for your lovely request! So sorry it’s taken me so long to write and post it but here it finally is and I hope you come across it and read it despite the long time that’s passed. If you do, I hope you enjoy it! Love, Vy ❤

“Hey guys! Welcome back to my channel!“ Y/N gives the camera a wave and blows it a quick kiss with their lips stretched in a delighted grin. They clap their hands together, turning to look at their guest who’s sitting in a chair on their right, his face covered with a sticker in the final cut of the video that their viewers have the opportunity of watching. “Ok, before we address the elephant in the room, I’m gonna ask the elephant himself not to move his head too much cause this is already gonna take a long time to edit, the last thing I need is to animate that sticker over your face to follow your movement.“

“Got it, babe.“ A deep voice replies obediently, earning an approving hum in response. However, just as Y/N’s about to turn to face the camera again, the mysterious - ok, not THAT mysterious - guest leans down and plants a kiss on their cheek.

“Brat!“ They squeal as they turn to glare at the person with narrowed eyes. He doesn’t appear bothered at all, chuckling as he wraps his arms around them in an attempt to soften them up. Sadly, his tries fall through as they proceed to ignore his affection instead of reciprocating it for the sake of being petty, “Everyone, this is my boyfriend Corpse.“

“Hello, I am hand.“ Corpse says, slowly waving his hand at the camera, “I shall be your entertainment tonight.“

“Oh this is no entertainment, I have a point to prove here.“ Y/N argues, breaking free from his arms before they bend down to pick up one of the two boxes that are resting by their feet. “You see, Corpse and I got in a bit of a scrap last night...“ they trail off, distracted by the contents of the box that’s now resting on their lap.

“I didn’t think me admitting to not liking sweet stuff would provoke such a dramatic reaction from Y/N but here we are.“ He interferes, lifting a finger in the air as though that will help him be heard better or would protect him in case his partner decided to go off at him.

Y/N just ignores his input yet again, continuing to address the camera, aka their audience, “So as you guys may or may not know, my mom’s Korean and my dad’s Japanese. Since they live in their respective countries for work purposes, that means I’m always one phone call - and a little bit of a wait - away from Korean and Japanese snacks at all times. I’m a person who constantly has a snack by their side so you can bet I make that phone call often. However, about a week ago, I made that call specifically for candy, the brands I was obsessed with as a kid. I don’t know what came over me but I think it was my fortuneteller sense kicking in because this mister over here decided to CASUALLY bring up the fact that he doesn’t like candy.” They turn to glare at him before continuing, “Anyways, so luckily, the package arrived only recently so I haven’t had the time to tear open all the candy and eat it all by myself as I was planning to. That being said, today I’ll be in introducing Corpse to the world of Japanese and Korean candy - a tighter circle of it, to be specific: the candy I grew up with.” They finally turn to Corpse again, the look on their face significantly different and a lot more pleasant compared to the one they gave him a bit ago. “So, how are you feeling, babe? Are you excited?”

Although the man’s face is blocked to the viewers, Y/N can still see him and they are pretty damn close to bursting out in a fit of laughter. “I don’t know how to feel, actually. I know you have peculiar taste so it’s either gonna be a fun experience or I’m gonna very displeased with what you’ll have me try.“

Y/N rolls their eyes, “Trust me, you won’t be.” They put a reassuring hand on his shoulder, only half humoring his nervousness, “You’ll only be trying six on camera, but my parents sent a ton more which you’ll be able to try later, ok? It was really hard for me to pick only six favorites by I don’t need this video crossing the twenty minute mark.”

With a heavy-hearted sigh, Corpse finally brings himself to rip the band-aid off and get this adventure started. “Ok cool, but don’t surprise me with anything, please. Show me what you had in mind to have me try so I can, you know, prepare myself.”

Y/N, who was busy taking out packets of candy just a moment ago suddenly stops in their movements to give him a look of disbelief, “You know none of these are poisonous, right? Like, I’m not trying to kill you or anything. There’s no cyanide, no rat poison...”

His laughter cuts them off, wrapping his arm around them and pulling them closer again, “I’m messing with you, babe. What you got for me?” He says, placing a quick kiss to their temple while sneaking a peek at the packaging of the candies they’re holding right now.

Wiggling a little looser in his grip, they first show him the three items before turning them to the camera, “These are from my mom, she sent them from Korea and they are triggering a massive wave of nostalgia right now, not gonna lie.” They giggle, adjusting the brightness a little so the products can be seen properly, “Ok so first we have the long biscuit sticks that come in many flavors but I asked for my favorite - green tea flavored, that is. Then we have Pumpkin Monaca which are probably one of my most favorite sweet treats of all time. I think you’re gonna really like them. And lastly from Korea we have these butter waffles which I used to eat for breakfast when I was running late for school - which happened often.”

Corpse snorts, “That doesn’t surprise me.”

His remark is overlooked as Y/N continues, now taking out three packets from the other package, “Now we’re moving on to my dad’s box. He didn’t disappoint either: we have soda-flavored jelly beans; Black Thunder chocolate bars which you’re only gonna steal one of because the rest are MINE; and last but definitely not least we have some classic milk candies.” Setting those down as well, they turn to Corpse yet again, this time giving his a mischievous smile that’s promising him trouble, “So, Mr. Corpse Husband, after this introduction, are you prepared to have your entire opinion o sweet food changed? And more importantly, are you prepared to develop an addiction to these treats?”

Corpse nods confidently, “Oh, I’m very prepared, thank you. Let’s just get on with it.”

Needless to say: boy, was he not as prepared as he thought he was.

It goes without saying Y/N proved their point and took the win today.

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thefanficmonster · 3 years ago

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Much Cooler

Corpse Husband & Emma Langevin

Warnings: Swearing

Genre: Platonic Fluff, RPF (Real Person Fic)

Summary: There’s always a certain level of uncertainty when meeting someone you’ve only known online. There’s that sense of insecurity that your relationship with them will never be the same or - even worse - that their view of you might change for the worse. But there’s nothing more thrilling than seeing the person you’ve been talking to constantly for the past however long standing across from you.

Requested by Anon. Hi dear! Thank you so much for your request and I’m so terribly sorry for how late it’s coming out but I hope the fic makes it worth the wait! Lots of love, Vy ❤

“CORPSE! Wake up you famous dumbass!“ is the first thing the poor man heard over the phone at 9 AM on this fine Saturday morning.

It’s more than enough to make him contemplate why he even decided to pick it up in the first place considering he wouldn’t have been very able to participate in the conversation due to his sleepiness. He also, of course, made the mistake of not checking the caller ID which apparently wasn’t necessary considering how recognizable that voice and accent are.

“It’s 9 AM, Emma.“ He states as a tired parent would to a child, “I’m concerned as to why you’re up so early. More so as to why you’re calling me of all people.“

He can practically hear her roll her eyes but he still smirks to himself, knowing she can’t contradict him or argue since he’s completely right with his claims. “Whatever. Remind me to never call you to congratulate you on a milestone again.“

Now that pokes at his attention with a stick. Lately, said attention has proven to be a hibernating bear, leaving Corpse with a lack of interest or motivation for anything but damn if that sentence wasn’t enough to roll him out of bed and hop on PC. “What? What milestone? Subscribers?“

“Nope! You got two million likes on ‘E-girls are ruining my life’! I can’t believe I have to tell you this! Didn’t you notice the numbers climbing?!“ Emma, as annoyed and sarcastic as she’s trying to sound, she’s obviously overjoyed on his behalf and is super proud of him and of the project she luckily agreed to take a small part in.

As his PC boots up, Corpse can’t help but roll his eyes at Emma’s comment, “Well unlike you I have better things to do than refresh a page over and over aga-” His sentence is quickly cut off when he sees the number of likes under the song for himself.

Knowing that he’d find it there didn’t change the feeling of seeing it for the first time at all. It’s so surreal and so hard for his mind to comprehend. Seeing as how little he thinks of himself, his content and his art, this is like his success coming to slap him across the face as if to punctuate to him how wrong that mindset is.

“You know, it wouldn’t hurt if you offered to take me out for at least a coffee to celebrate, bro.“ Emma comments sarcastically, joking only halfway from what he can sense.

He smirks, “Trying to even the playing field, I see.” He replies, referring to the fact that he’s still a faceless mystery to her while her face is literally the cover art for one of his songs.

She laughs but is quick to dismiss his claim, “Nah, I might be a curious and nosey little shit on other occasions, but other people’s privacy is not something I dig my nose into. However, if I were to even the playing field between us it wouldn’t be appearance-wise. More personality-wise. For my sake and yours I choose to believe you are way cooler in person than you are through messages or on a call.”

This withdraws a genuine fit of laughter from Corpse who throws his head back, a few strands of hair moving aside to reveal his shiny eyes, “Well then, instead of giving me the benefit of the doubt, how about we settle it once and for all? Tomorrow? I’ll text you the location.”

Emma’s eyebrows shoot upwards as soon as she comprehends his words and the tone that leaves no room for her to assume he’s joking, “Wait what? How come you’re agreeing to this? And so easily? Nah, this a trap if I’ve ever seen it.”

Corpse laughs yet again, “No trap, Em. I just can’t have you doubting my coolness.”

* * *

The main reason as to why Corpse requested for this meeting to be today is because he feared that if he had more than twenty four hours to dwell on it he’d chicken out. Little did he know it was the same for Emma. Their friendship has only ever existed with the bridge of social media connecting them and they both can’t help but fear the other might not like who they are IRL. They fear they unintentionally become a different person or change things about themselves subconsciously when communicating with people online. Bottom line, they’re scared of letting the other person down with who they really are, unaware that their personalities are most likely the exact same because, as the people who know them can confirm, neither Corpse nor Emma are the type to put on a show in order to be liked. They would rather have no friends because of who they are than have friends and fans of their persona instead of the real them.

And so, while slightly afraid and anxious about this meeting, both of them see it as a relief test to see if the friendship is in fact as real as it’s seemed these past months.

Corpse was the one to choose the location of their meet-up, a location Emma didn’t even think twice about agreeing on, and ever since, they’ve both been counting the hours until their scheduled meeting time. It’s not about impressing each other, at least that’s what they’re both telling themselves, but rather proving to the other that they’re worthy of their friendship. They might throw snarky and sarcastic comments at one another that others would give a side-eye glance to and question if their friendship is real, but they know the dynamic best and they sure as hell don’t wanna lose it or each other.

Best friends are the ones who roast each other after all - you can’t tell me I’m wrong.

The nervous Corpse fidgets with the insides of his hoodie pockets as he waits outside the café, having arrived ten minutes early because he couldn’t stand being alone with his thoughts in his apartment, judging every fragment of himself twice as harshly as usual. Emma, on the other hand, could barely bring herself to leave her home. She kept retouching her appearance, despite knowing Corpse wouldn’t judge her even if she showed up in pjs. To be fair she contemplated doing just that several times because her hair pissed her off enough to get her discouraged on her outfit altogether but she did eventually talk herself into pulling it together. She already knew she’d be at least five minutes late, but once again, she knew Corpse wouldn’t care.

He’d wait, cause that’s the kind of friend he was. Cause that’s the kind of friend she was for him too.

And boy did it take her less than a second to recognize him. She wasn’t even out of the car when she saw him and knew it was exactly who she was looking for. He too, as if with a sixth sense that registered her presence, shoots his head up from his phone to look up at her, their gazes meeting. There’s a brief moment of close-to-shocked silence, their eyes a bit widened as their brains comprehend that they’re within arm’s reach of one another.

That’s when Emma’s the first to break the bubble of awe as a wide grin spreads across her face and she runs to Corpse, wrapping him in a hug before he’s even realized the distance between the two’s been closed.

“Hey.“ She mumbles, her face hidden in his hoodie due to the height difference.

“H-hey.“ He replies, hesitantly wrapping his arms around her too.

“I was right.“ She says once she pulls away, “You are much cooler face-to-face.“ She pauses for a second, narrowing her eyes, “You’d be even cooler if you bought me coffee though.“

Earning a laugh from him, she’s guided into the café by the arm Corpse wraps around her shoulders, telling her he’s get her a milkshake cause he doesn’t want to see her high on caffeine. Needless to say, they both are, indeed, much cooler to one another IRL.

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