#i feel like they're covering be. like they're everywhere ew ew ew

[yousaytomato]

I know some people know a lot about bugs and that's cool I guess but sometimes. they are in my house and it's very scary.

[mysticmellowlove]

Ayo shawty~

Can we get a Fem x Sub yandere fic where she just feels really insecure? Like usually she is just her normal amazing self- she’s confident and funny, authentic all that amazing jazz.

But today she just… doesn’t feel good… She feels ugly and annoying and doesn’t understand why yan is dating her….personally I have stretch marks like everyWHERE and I’ve had them since I was like eight because I’ve always grown really fast and my ass is too fat so I have hella stretch marks.

And usually that is a slay but like…. Ew stretch marks so her just lowkey distancing herself and being more quiet so she isn’t annoying him that day along with baggy clothes and being kinda moody…

What does he do?

note; hell yeah stretch marks

warnings; lil angsty, body hate, sub yan, fem reader, cunnilingus, dom reader, sub male, fem genitalia,

He noticed that you were down as soon as he managed to leave the warmth of his bed. He always timed you when you were in the shower, it was the easiest way to base his energy for the day. When you took more than an hour in the bathroom he knew that today was going to be one of those days. A day where you thought you were less than perfect.

He understood, some days he thought that he was just too annoying, that little bit too ugly, and the whispers of worthlessness seemed to get that little bit louder. It was only normal to have a down day once in a while. That was why he decided to show you throughout the day that he loved you no matter what you looked like or how you felt.

It all started with breakfast, a nice and warm stack of pancakes and your favourite drink sat on the dining room table as he donned his favourite apron. He made sure to give you a kiss on the forehead as he went about telling you about his latest venture and when the words ran out he switched on the radio and danced around the room as he cleaned up. Soon enough you joined in as well, getting hot to the point where you had to take off your jumper.

Step one was done.

Next, he dragged you out of the house and to the nearby park for some time in the sun. He made sure to pack some homemade lemonade so you would have something to drink while he set up the picnic blanket. Getting out and about was annoying sure but it really was good for the soul.

Step two was done.

Step three was his favourite.

At the end of the day when you two were going to bed, he peeled back the covers and sat himself on your legs. His cheeks warmed up as he looked down at you, he almost felt offended that you thought you were anything less than perfect. If you were able to see yourself how he saw you... well, there wouldn't be any doubt in your mind.

"It's okay, I understand that you may feel a little down but baby, you are the most loveable and beautiful person I've ever met." He whispered, his words dripping with affection as he slowly went to take your sweats off.

"These thighs, they're one of my favourite parts of you. So plush and cuddly, I could rest my head there forever. These lines, your stretch marks are shining silver." He leaned down and kissed the stretched skin, his mouth hot as he dragged his tongue down the varying patterns as if it was a line leading right to your pussy.

"Not only are they soft they can also be hard, rutting my cock against your muscles... biting into the skin while I leave my mark on you." He whispered as he nipped at the skin there, revelling in the small jolts and whispy breaths that left you.

Finally, he made his way to your heat and looked at his ultimate prize with shining eyes. A shudder left him as he used the fingers of one of his hands to part your dripping folds. Your clit was already red and sensitive just from his attention to the parts that you hated the most.

Dipping his head he used his tongue to drag a languid strip up your folds, sucking your arousal into his mouth as if it was ambrosia. His free hand went up to massage your stomach, not only to ease your worries but to also further stimulate you.

Wanton moans left your mouth as he suckled at your clit, his tongue rolling over the sensitive part as he let his fingers sink into you. It was as if your pussy was waiting for him. His fingers sank into you, wetness surrounding him and sucking him impossibly deeper. He felt his cock jerk at the feeling but this wasn't about him. No matter how much he wanted to fuck himself into you this was about you. It's not like he minded, it had only been three days since he had worshipped you like this and he was itching to get his fix.

He smiled into your cunt as he continued to lick and prod at the entrance, his fingers drawing more of your delicious juices out.

"You don't see just how wonderful you are. Such a pretty body, so comfy and perfect. Your pussy... it's like it was made just for me." He reverently looked up at you as he quickened his pace, watching your mouth drop open and your eyes flutter. The squelch of his fingers inside you made his cock leak as your moans eventually drowned out the sound of sex.

His mouth latched onto you again as he felt your body tense, knowing you were about to come. With a loud squeal, he made sure to drink up as much of your cum as he could, letting the taste seep into his tongue before he swallowed greedily.

"See my love, so perfect. You're perfect for me." He leaned up and grabbed your hand, pressing a chaste kiss to it as if he hadn't just eaten you out. You looked down at him, your head in the skies as he got off you and went to gather a washcloth to clean up his mess.

No matter how many times you felt bad about yourself he would always be there to pick you up. Even if he had to fuck the truth out of you to realise it.

[minced-mangoes]

It's our favourite Butler's turn to be Tomi-fied.

My last two Headcanons designs were well received, so hopefully y'all will like this as well!

First of all I love his wing horns, some people perceive them as horns, but they look to be the structure of a bat's bones in their wings. Because I love that I gave him some membrane to fill it in slightly.

I like to think a long time ago his horns were actual moving working wings, but as time passed they got so weathered down they are but bones and some torn membrane. He still tends to them with the utmost care, and has embedded jewels into them.

Back again with the jabot agenda, this time with a pendant meaning to represent Diavolo, using his gold and red colour scheme, as well as having protrusions looking like his horns, as well as general demon horns. This is to symbolize his role as the royal butler. Okay. His OG design has that entire shoulder covered in ruffles, and I love ruffles, but it looked a bit off, so I made it smaller and a bit more flared out, with a cute jewel atop it,,,

Talking about ruffles his coat sleeves are similar to his OG design, but higher up on his arm. Underneath he has long sleeves leading up to his gloves, with some cut frills,,,

Corset. Cool? Cool.

You can't see in this halfbody design but on his waist there would be a pocket watch. A bit of obvious symbolism because I love those clock motifs,,,

He has a beauty mark, probably because I have a very strong adoration for beauty marks they are goddamn gorgeous.

His hair hasn't been changed much, except for a lil ahoge and a hair clip on one side, holding his long hair out of his face. I like to think that part of his hair can also be braided, though he prefers to just have it clipped back.

In my head those lines on his tail has always been veins, though they're not full of blood, it's more of an anesthetic, the forked tips of his tail being almost entirely full of it. This is what you see dripping off his tail sometimes, and giving it it's shiny coat. The tail is semi-amphibious, which is why it needs the slimy coating, or else it'd dry out. Still it's highly prehensile, and can be used as an extra set of hands, even if he doesn't do so often due to getting slime everywhere. ew.

He probably has a similar effect on his hands and feet, the limb being black fading up into teal. This is why he wears the gloves, because once again, if he didn't everything he touched would be slimy. Maybe the gloves are hydrophobic and that's why they haven't absorbed the goo?

Kinda like this??? you see where I'm coming from?

Also! Those aren't nails. They're bones, pushed through his skin, like that one frog. They aren't always out (otherwise his gloves wouldn't fit) but he is entirely capable of pushing his bones out of his hand to make claws.

He also has a forked tongue that matches his tail because I am one of those people.

~~~

This one was a bit longer than usual but hey! I have a lot of Barbatos headcanons.

Feel free to comment who you want to see next!

Lucifer | Leviathan

[honeyviscera]

the other day a zionist interacted with one of my posts (ew) and before blocking them i decided to take a scroll through their blog. and man. there was so much like. idk what to call it. very... shall we say, far removed discussions about palestine and israel.

statements like "you claim to not be antisemitic, but are calling for the dismantlement of the jewish state. just say you want all jews to die and then go" or "you shouldn't use the phrase 'from the river to the sea' because it has ~harmful implications~" or "you need to listen to jews, even the ones YOU call zionists and israelis" or "as a jewish uni student i have to feel hypervigilant on campus when there's a pro-palestine protest. this is what you're doing to us. i don't feel safe. this shit is everywhere." or "every time you stalk a jew's social media profile to see if they're zionist you're being antisemitic and making all of us feel unsafe" or "israelis and palestinians can live together in peace! how about you choose the side of peace instead" or "you all will watch one tiktok video essay and pretend to be an expert on this very ~complicated~ situation" and "antizionist jews are detached from all the ~real~ jewish history and struggles and ~don't understand~" and eventually i blocked them because i just wanted to vomit lmao.

it's all this very detached arguing. i noticed specifically that there were like. no actual news articles or reports about the situation in gaza??? just this very far removed hand-wringing about ~rising ant-semitism~ which IS a valid concern, don't get me wrong, but the way they were speaking about it, and the way the people on the posts they reblogged were speaking about it, was just. like. people calling for a free palestine and for israel to be dismantled, and them feeling unsafe for that. and STILL, still, at this point in time, talking about "hamas" and the crimes hamas has committed. as if that even holds a candle to the utter hell israel has created in gaza. using claims of "leftist-antisemitism" as a cover for their zionist viewpoints, implicitly claiming antizionism to be the same as antisemitism.

whenever I read pro-palestinian content, it feels very grounded in reality. I can see the images and videos coming out of gaza. the death and destruction. it is gut wrenching, has been gut wrenching for a very long time. i have read news articles, i have listened to posts from palestinians. i'm never claiming to be an expert about ANYTHING. but i am educating myself the best i can. and over and over and over again, i keep seeing that a genocide is what is occurring in gaza. no amount of head-in-the-clouds philosophizing will be able to obfuscate that fact. once again, now and forever: free palestine from the river to the sea.

[stabknives]

4 and 9 on the rocks please‼️

I start to pour you a drink while doing sick tricks but I spill it everywhere and everyone is laughing so I slip on it trying to run away and crack my head on the bar. And pass out.

4. How did Durge come to be? Why them? Was it a vibe you tried to capture or a specific visual you wanted to represent? Did you borrow them from previous works or were they handcrafted for this story you have in mind?

I really wanted to... Retroactively punish Gortash for being so annoying (to me personally, God's special prince and the most important man in the world). It would be really difficult to write a durgetash that's 'mutually abusive' in the way I really wanted without the very specific circumstances of Vykrum and Gortash's initial meeting and subsequent relationship. The power imbalance would've been too slanted towards Gortash if Vykrum wasn't a lot older than him and in charge of him for a portion of Gortash's life.

I don't really reuse OCs from fandom to fandom because I like it when they're tailored for the world they inhabit! (Although not strictly in a canon compliant way…) Usually I play the game without roleplaying the first time, then on subsequent playthroughs I craft a narrative once I understand the plot and characters I want involved.

So. TLDR. The specific vibe I wanted was 'what if Durge and Gortash were punishments for each other', and yes, Vykrum was crafted for bg3 specifically.

9. How much did Bhaal influence their design or personality in the end? Did you research lore to purposefully get the resemblance or do you just go with the flow and what feels right for the story you want to tell?

For their personality, I wanted a character with a slightly weird relationship with death and killing, since going for a straightforward murder hobo felt trite for a durge. I've always been at least passingly familiar with a lot of dnd lore as a tabletop enthusiast, but I also didn't want it to box me in. That stifles creativity, and it also kind of defeats the original purpose of a role playing game!

For their design, my answer is a lot less complicated: I just wanted him to look cool and sexy in a kind of. Gross. Greasy. Filthy way. Like he's a bad bitch but also… ew… He's clammy to the touch and but he wears make-up and heels. Like he regularly bathes in fancy oils but immediately gets covered in rotted corpse viscera and enjoys the smell and feel. He's probably got garters on that have like. Severed fingers tucked in there. For luck. I just like contrast!

[persephonbee]

For me, foraging was the key to getting myself to give vegetables another chance! I used to go weeks without any vegetables and would just leave them on my plate if they somehow made their way onto a plate of mine. With foraging, I didn't have expectations about how things would taste because I've literally never had them before and haven't heard about them, and that helped me view the flavors with an open mind! I always hated spinach, but stinging nettles are weird and cool and make me feel badass to pick and eat, and I'm into the flavor! I've heard it described as a better, earthier spinach. When I first tasted it, I really wanted to like the flavor because they're very cool and also incredibly nutritious, so I was paying attention to the nuances of the flavor and didn't just go "ew, spinach, I already know I hate spinach." Turns out I like it a lot! Also, if you puree it and then freeze it into ice cubes, you can drop one into a smoothie and the taste blends right in and you get SO many nutrients!

Similarly, lamb's quarters (weird name, fully unrelated to lambs, is also called goosefoot) is also delicious and the undersides of the leaves sparkle in the sun, and this motherfucker grows EVERYWHERE. Parking lots, parks, the tiny squares where the trees grow on city sidewalks, everywhere. It also tastes like better spinach, and it turns out I don't actually hate normal spinach either, I just had such bad expectations of it because I Know It Tastes Bad so I always processed it as gross. After eating nettles and lamb's quarters and hearing that spinach tastes similar to them, now I eat them and am like oh, this tastes kind of like nettles! Neat!

You don't need to live in a rural area to forage. You truly can do it in a city. That's how I started.

Now I don't forage as much, but I go to the farmers market and try to find at least one thing that I haven't worked with before, or at least haven't used in a while and haven't explored much, or that's really pretty and gets me hoping that I'll like because of how pretty it is, or that just looks nifty! I like to ask the farmer what the vegetable tastes like and how it's cooked (you can definitely just Google if you want but I've gotten friendly with some of the farmers and so now I enjoy asking them), and then I'll get it and Google recipes for it, and get it home and try it out!

It's been SUPER successful. Using this method, I've discovered that I REALLY like kohlrabi and radishes and honeynut squash and acorn squash and green tomatoes (if you hate the texture of tomatoes normally, try green tomatoes! Much less soft and mushy, almost a little crunchy, and the weird section with the seeds that's kind of slimy is waaaaay smaller! Also the flavor has a really nice freshness to it!) and heirloom tomatoes! I've also discovered that I'm into fresh beets and celeriac and fennel and raddichio and little baby striped eggplants, which I got the first time because they're called fairy eggplants!

I used to HATE kale because I had had it like twice many years ago and the best I could come up with was that if you cover it in enough vinegar, it tastes like vinegar. I was chatting with my favorite produce guy and he had a bunch if kale also that week and I was like ah kale, I wish I liked it, but I've just never been able to get into it. And he was like yeah I used to hate it but my daughter is home from college right now and the other day she sautéed some up with garlic and olive oil and it was actually really good! And I was like you know what? It's been a decade since I tried it, and I didn't try that method, and fuck it, if I hate it then I've only wasted $3 and if I like it then a whole new vegetable opens up, I'll get some and give it a shot. And it turns out to be good like that, and also really good in a pesto with other greens!

My second most hated vegetable used to be broccoli. Last week, I got some broccolini on a whim, because I had heard it could be roasted nicely and I was planning on making something that involved roasting a bunch of vegetables and putting it on couscous, and so there was room for me to try broccolini and then just not put it on there if I didn't like it. Turns out it's AMAZING. Salted it well, roasted it until crispy, and it was one of the best parts of the dish.

Also, did you know they've changed Brussels sprouts? The type that used to be around was very bitter, but several years ago they bred it to be less bitter and yummier and now any Brussels sprouts you get are gonna be the new better ones, AND NO ONE FUCKING TOLD ME. If you haven't tried them in a few years, grab some. Cut them in half, toss them with olive oil and salt, put them on a baking sheet, and roast them in the oven. It's a whole new experience.

When I was growing up, my mom's attitude toward vegetables was that they suck and are gonna taste bad regardless so there's no point in "making them less healthy" by adding butter or salt or dressing (which is also misinformed diet culture bullshit about), so vegetables were steamed or boiled or microwaved and you forced them down and then got on to eating the stuff that actually might taste good which could have butter and salt and seasonings and stuff. I later mentioned this to a friend and he looked confused and said "so you ate vegetables like you were taking shots?" I hadn't thought of it like that before, but he was absolutely right. And obviously I'm not going to force myself to eat yucky things if I have the option of just making the yummy stuff.

The healthiest vegetables are the vegetables that you actually eat. If that means they're covered in butter or cheese or ranch or eaten on a chip or fried or literally whatever, they're STILL the healthiest vegetables. Broccoli cheddar soup that you eat is infinitely healthier than broccoli sitting in the produce drawer until it goes moldy and is thrown away. Salsa and chips is gets vegetables into you, but a rotten tomato in the trash doesn't.

I haven't been officially diagnosed, but I work in mental health and know enough to know that I very likely am Autistic and have/had ARFID, and there was a while where I was essentially living on plain white rice and candy because it was all I could get myself to eat, and I actually was pre-diabetic for a while because of it. If you haven't tried foraging or farmers markets yet, or haven't tried them in a while, it really is worth a shot.

Now I eat vegetables every day and it's not a struggle and I enjoy it. It was worth the time and energy, it really was.

i mean this in the gentlest way possible: you need to eat vegetables. you need to become comfortable with doing so. i do not care if you are a picky eater because of autism (hi, i used to be this person!), you need to find at least some vegetables you can eat. find a different way to prepare them. chances are you would like a vegetable you hate if you prepared it in a stew or roasted it with seasoning or included it as an ingredient in a recipe. just. please start eating better. potatoes and corn are not sufficient vegetables for a healthy diet.

[sinceileftyoublog]

Vijay Iyer, Linda May Han Oh, & Tyshawn Sorey Album Review: Compassion

(ECM)

BY JORDAN MAINZER

The word "compassion" certainly evokes sympathy for the downtrodden. On the similarly titled second album together from pianist Vijay Iyer, bassist Linda May Han Oh, and drummer Tyshawn Sorey, songs do pay tribute. Whether remembering victims of public health failures, the lives of human rights activists, or the legend of instrumental geniuses who have left this earthly plane, the trio is appropriately reverent without delving into overt heroification. But what the word "compassion" connotes, or rather implies, is a sense of listening to someone else, to one another. The trio recorded their terrific debut album Uneasy when they first started playing together; though the album was urgent in its themes, it's the comparatively natural Compassion that displays three players truly honed in. On Iyer's 8th release as a band leader for ECM (third with a trio), the group returned to Oktaven Audio in Mount Vernon, New York to work with label founder Manfred Eicher on bringing to tactility Iyer's compositions and interpretations. The result is even more coherent than its predecessor.

Iyer has long had the ability to pull from seemingly disparate influences and inspirations and make something whole by giving it his unmistakable stamp. In the case of Compassion, the steady presence of Oh and Sorey allow him to literally cull from different projects to introduce pseudo suites of material that nonetheless form a collective. For instance, "Maelstrom", "Tempest", and "Panegyric" come from Tempest, a project dedicated to those who died of COVID. Though each song came from the same place, they conjure unique moods. The first builds around Iyer's push-pull, sudden spritely and chaotic piano arpeggios, as well as Sorey's skittering backbeat. The second and third are somewhat funky and sneaky, though they're connected by Oh's jaw-dropping low register bass solos. Stunningly, each has their effective album spiritual sibling elsewhere. "Malestrom" sports a forward sway like "Arch", a song for Archbishop Desmond Tutu, buoyed by Sorey's drums as Oh and Iyer absorb each other. "Tempest"'s hooks set the stage later in the album for "Ghostrumental", which originated in music for the ensemble project Ghosts Everywhere I Go that premiered at the University of Chicago in 2022 to honor the poet Eve Ewing. On "Ghostrumental", Oh's leads are groovy, Iyer's piano is subtly rhythmic, and Sorey delves into something approaching hip hop. Meanwhile, "Panegryic"'s mournfulness previews "It Goes", also from Ghosts Everywhere I Go. "It Goes" centers around Emmett Till, but it doesn't necessarily mourn him as much as imagine the life he could have led had he not been murdered by racists; I can best describe Iyer's left and right hand playing, respectively, as plaintive and soulful.

The most unexpected songs on Compassion are the covers. A two-and-a-half minute play on Roscoe Mitchell's "Nonaah" threatens at times to become divergent, with its breakneck pace, but is somehow just as tuneful as any other song on the album. And then there's "Overjoyed", Iyer's bopping Steve Wonder interpretation that's also a tribute to the late, great Chick Corea, who performed the song on his final livestream during COVID. Iyer actually developed his version on the same piano Corea used, and his soloing evokes feelings of ecstatic fandom atop Sorey's clattering polyrhythms. This time, the tune does break away from the main theme, only to return to it when you think it's been lost. The moment takes your breath away, though importantly, most of Compassion is unshakeable enough to lull you into its world. It's the type of album you think about just as much, if not more, after it's done as when you were actively listening to it.

[sparklingchim]

forever heart; m | jjk

(i spent two hours editing a cute banner for this but because i want everything to be kinda consistent i opted for the previous one instead. i love wasting my time🤠)

pairing: jungkook x reader

word count: 36k

genre: smut, angst, exes!au, influencer/model!oc, tatoo artist!jungkook, first love, ex high-school lovers

rating: 18+

warnings: five smut scenes besties i'm sorry, public sex, car sex, gym sex, drunk sex, some fun in the lake ;), talks about a facial, names calling, edging, tummy bulging, tattooed and pierced jk, longhaired!jk, kisses everywhere<3, hickeys, big dick jk for obvious reasons, teasing, making a gym machine dirty 🤐 pls don't be as nasty as them, sad flashbacks :(, mentions of doing naughty things in the cinema 🤐, mirror kink, spit kink, hair pulling, dirty talk, squirting, cursing, panty sniffing, drug/alcohol use, jealous gukkie, nipple play, clit play, multiple orgasms, handjob, fingering, unprotected sex, creampie, jk has a thing for covering oc's body with his cum, spanking, choking, oc's parents hate jk :(, small-town rumours, uhh tae catches them doing the naughty two times?, saying mean things to each other cause they're stupid🙄, high-school jk and oc being completely oblivious to each others feelings, my baby chanyeol from exo takes a role in here <3 wow okie imma stop now

summary: after leaving jungkook you thought you'd never see him again, but here you are, visiting hometown after three years, and back in his arms.

a/n: listened to 'tis the damn season by taylor swift and then this happened whoops. this is basically just 70% smut and 30% angst, hope u enjoy hehe

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,,Pick out something slutty."

You drop the summer dress that dangled between your fingers and sit back on your heels.

,,What? But I didn't bring clothes like that."

You grab the phone from between your head and shoulder and put it beside you on the floor, turning on the volume to clearly hear the voice of your childhood best friend, Sooyoung.

,,You surely brought a short black dress, just wear that."

,,Hmm..." Your eyes roam over the clothes filled suitcase in front of you. ,,Actually, there isn't a single black item in here."

,,Nothing in your closet?"

,,Ew, no. Everything I wore back then is ugly."

Sooyoung chuckles. ,,Shut up, you were literally the most gorgeous girl ever. And still are."

You don't formulate a reply for that. Instead you focus on going through the clothes in your suitcase and figure out what to wear that could come close to her perception of something slutty.

,,I have this tight light pink dress. I think that's the most slutty thing that I've got here," you say after rummaging through the whole suitcase, the once perfectly folded pieces now scattered wildly in a mess around there.

,,Okay, sounds good! I'm gonna hang up now before I'll cause an accident. I'll be there in five!"

~

Your assumption that Sooyoung will take you out to go clubbing was wrong. Well, it's debatable if it's truly wrong. The huge house and big crowd of people screaming "Surprise!" comes close to looking like a party.

Honestly, you don't even know all of these people. You think Sooyoung has probably told them that there will be a big party and that everyone should definitely come, because they'll have the best time of their life. However, you're still amazed by her throwing a little welcome party for you. It's unexpected, but you don't hate it. It's cute. And you like attention. After everyone gathered back inside, someone turn on music and everyone starts drinking. It's just now that you realise that this Taehyung's place. You want to ask Taehyung if this is really the house of his parents but when you get closer to him he speaks before you can. ,,You look-" Taehyung pauses, eyeing your whole body and. ,,Fuck, you look gorgeous." A shy smile fills your cheeks at his longing stare. ,,Thanks." You get hot. Because Taehyung looks like a grown-up man, not like the teenage boy you've last seen him as. He looks handsome, even better than before. You didn't know that was possible. ,,Where are your parents?" you ask. ,,Out of town. They won't be here for the next two weeks. So if you want to throw some more parties you know where to ask," he grins. You giggle and shake your head. He didn't change a bit. ,,Y/n, Y/n, Y/n!!" someone yells. And then you see an excited Jimin running towards you. ,,How's my best friend doing?" He hugs you tightly, careful not to spill glass over you. ,,Oh, shut up. She's my best friend," Sooyoung complains. Jimin sends a glare her way but it looks cute because, well, he's Jimin. ,,Where's Jungkook? He said he was going to come," Sooyoung groans in annoyance. The smile on your face fades the second Jungkook's name bubbles past her lips. A cold shiver climbs up your spine. You had hoped that the sheer mention of your ex-boyfriend's name wouldn't have this much affect on you, but here you go, having a tensed body by just hearing his name. It's no secret that you've missed him, but you don't want everyone to know. It's been three years and after all, you are the one who left him. ,,He said he'll be a few minutes too late. Something came up," Taehyung answers. ,,I'll rip that stupid piercing out of his face if he's gonna ditch tonight," she says. The mention of a piercing catches your interest. But you stay nonchalant. Ignore all the prickles of fire on your arms every image of Jungkook with a piercing somewhere on his body causes. It's a hot thought to think about, you realise. ,,You don't have anything to drink yet?" Jimin asks you, looking at your empty hands. He takes your hand, dragging you with him to the kitchen. ,,I can't accept this." Two cherry vodka sour down your throat and now one new one in your hand you both walk toward the group again. This time, there are three new people standing there. And one of them causes your throat to get tight and leaves your chest screaming for air because, oh jesus, how does someone incredibly handsome in every way possible get even more fine and stunning?  There he is. The boy you've been longing to see for the past three years. Your eyes widen when you notice his piercing. A silver bar pierced right through the arch of his eyebrow. Two round bullets poking out from each side. Is the temperature in the room somehow increases or why are you getting so hot all of a sudden? His hair is long and dark and you would love how it feels to skim your fingers through his soft strands. Owing to Jungkook's striking beauty you didn't notice the girl standing next to him. If you remember correctly her name is Hanna, and if you remember even more correctly you know that you don't like her. And then spot Chanyeol as well and it's like he feels your stare because a second later he shouts your name. ,,Y/n!" When Jimin and you join all of them, all the attention is on you. And though you usually like attention, it's a little too much when someone that your heart still screams for has his eyes on you. ,,Welcome back. I missed seeing you!" Chanyeol greets you. A little smile tugs on your lips. ,,It's great seeing you too, Chan." You

don't have the chance to steal a glance at Jungkook again before he walks off without a word, his long legs leading him to the kitchen. Disappointment lingers heavy in your chest. You had hoped for a smile, maybe a greeting, fuck, just him acknowledging your existence, but no, he wasn't granting you any of that. He has goos reasons though, but your heart still aches. ~ A couple drinks later and you feel like you're going insane. It's driving you nuts how Jungkook complete ignores you. Avoiding every room that you're in, not even daring to come close to you. When you see him sneaking out of the door that leads to the garden you sigh sorrowfully. Does he actually hate you that much? He can't bare to be in the same room as you? Because you want to know the truth, and maybe because the alcohol buzzing through your veins are making you a little bolder, you stand up from the seat on the couch and follow Jungkook outside. Sooyoung who was next to you doesn't even question where you're up to. She knows. And when you're walking over the grass in your heels you have to swallow the lump in your throat to get rid of all the nervousness that crept into your body when Jungkook's eyes found you and never left to look somewhere else as you strode towards him. ,,Hi," you greet carefully. Your eyes lock with his when you look up at him and you nearly forget to breath. You're standing close to each other now and you're able to admire every detail of his beautiful being. ,,Hey." These glassy doe eyes. Dark brown orbs. Round and shiny. They always casted a spell over you, the magnificence of their beautiful sparkle never failing to captivate you. ,,I'm glad you came." You lean back against the fence, head turned to him and offering him a gentle smile. ,,Actually, I wasn't sure if you'd want me here, but Sooyoung insisted." ,,I'm glad she did. I...I was hoping to see you," you admit. Your heat feels like it will spring right out of your chest. It's peculiar to talk to Jungkook after so much time. ,,I don't know - I just assumed someone who left me without a warning doesn't want to see me again." You look down. Guilt overtaking you in an instant. ,,Look, I'm truly sorry for what I-" ,,No, don't," he intrudes. ,,It's fine, y/n. It's already been three years. I'm over it." Over it. Of course. ,,Are you sure? I kinda feel like you're still holding a grudge against me," you say, kinda laughing, but it's more the nervous kind of laughter. He didn't greet you, didn't talk to you, and then went outside all alone. You can't decide whether he did all of that because he despises you or because he thought he'd be doing it for your benefit. ,,I just thought you don't want me here, that's it, I'm not holding any grudges," Jungkook explains, briefly glancing at you before he looks straight ahead again and takes a swig of his drink. You nod. ,,Good. I'm happy to hear that." You take a sip of your drink too. You're not as drunk yet as you wish to be. ,,How's Los Angeles?" The questions catches you off guard for a second, but you are happy that he is trying to start a conversation with you. ,,Amazing. Lots of opportunities, lot of work, and lots of people to get to know." A genuine smile paints your lips when you answer. ,,Do you feel home there?" ,,Yeah," you reply with just a bit of hesitance. ,,I've been living there for three years now. Of course I feel home." Your smile cracks a little, but he won't notice anyway. ,,What have you been up to?" ,,Nothing much. My tattoo studio is keeping me busy." ,,You have a tattoo studio?" ,,Yeah, about...like two years now." ,,Wow," you say impressed. ,,I never imagined you wanting to do something like this." ,,Honestly me neither. Up until I wanted to get a tattoo and realised that the nearest tattoo studio is out of town." You giggle. And he automatically smiles at that. He missed this. ,,So it was just for your own benefit then?" ,,Pretty much, yeah." You both chuckle. ,,Your tattoos look really cool. Oh, and your piercing too." ,,Thank you," he

answers, perhaps a little sheepish. ,,You look so different," you say as you eye his tattooed arm, buff body, pierced face and long hair. ,,But in a good way." He'd say the same about you, but in his eyes you didn't change a bit. Still the same beautiful girl he fell in love with when he was young. ,,Thank you. You-" He pauses, pondering how to phrase his comment. ,,You look pretty. Like always." You look more than pretty, but Jungkook will leave it at that. Your face crimsons the tiniest bit, and you fight a big smile away. ,,That's nice of you." Jungkook and you easily fall into another conversation. It's still a bit awkward, but given the fact that this is the first conversation after three years you both are doing a pretty good job. You update each other on your life's, sharing weird and funny stories, laughing together. And for a slight moment you feel like no years have past, like you're back in high-school and having fun with Jungkook at lunch. ,,Are you and Hanna together?" You can see her through the big windows, laughing about something that Hoseok said. ,,We have something going on here and there, but nothing serious." ,,For you." ,,Hm?" ,,Nothing serious for you." You turn your head and look at him expectantly. He meets your gaze with an indefinable look. ,,Aw, come on, no need to pretend that you aren't aware of the way she looks at you." Jungkook heaves a little sigh, returning his glance back at the view in front of him. He doesn't reply anything to your conjecture. He knows that she feels that way. The regret evidently written on his face. Jungkook feels guilty about pretending to not know when he  is cognizant of the situation that he put her in, guilty about the fact that he is using her. ,,It's complicated," he finally says. Silence hovers over you. ,,I think we need more booze." You take his empty glass and sashay your way back to the house in your heels. ~ Somehow Jungkook and you ended up lying on the grass and looking at the dark star filled sky while talking about the most random things. An empty bottle of Jack Daniels was haphazardly thrown next to Jungkook when you bothed had finished it. ,,The moon looks pretty tonight," you say. You turn your head to look at him but then realise that you're tired of craning up your neck to see him, so you get onto your side, propping yourself up with your elbow. ,,You do too," Jungkook says, meeting your gaze. His eyes drop down to your cleavage for the slightest second. You giggle. You've giggled a lot for the past thirty minutes, actually. ,,My eyes are hereee," you purr, softly gripping his chin to tilt his head, though he was already looking at your shining eyes. Jungkook smiles. And you smile back. Because he is everything to you. ,,I'm staying at my parents house." ,,Yeah, I assumed so." He chuckles. He thinks you're cute when you're drunk. ,,Just so you'd know where to find me," you explain. ,,You want to see me after this night?" He can't pretend like his heart doesn't skip a beat because he wasn't sure where you stand after the time you spent this night. ,,Of course, Jungkook. I like you. Why wouldn't I want to see you anymore?" He swallows. Jungkook doesn't know if he should hate or love how you said those words with so much ordinariness and ease. ,,Jungkook?" ,,Hm?" He tucks a piece of hair behind your ear. ,,I think I know how we could call it even." His hand stays on your cheek. ,,What do you mean?" ,,You know, I left you here and I was a total bitch to you, but...I know how I could make it better. How we could call it even between us." ,,And how'd we do that?" ,,You could call me babe for the week." You watch as the expression from his face twists from confusion to realisation. ,,Do you really mean that?" You roll your eyes, hand on his chest. ,,I wouldn't say that without meaning it." ,,So...you're saying that you could be mine for this entire week?" You nod, biting your bottom lip, because oh wow, hearing him say that you could be his sounds too damn good.

,,If

you want to?" You bat your eyelashes up at him. He closes his eyes. A groan escaping him. ,,Fuck." ,,What?" ,,Kiss me?" He doesn't need to ask twice. You're all over him. The first kiss after three years isn't that quite romantic or any sorts of that. It's wild and desperate and it perfectly portrays your feelings. Because for the past years there was just yearning and desperation clinging at your heart whenever Jungkook crossed your mind. Jungkook pulls you on top of him. You straddle his thigh. His hands roam over your ass, kneading your flesh before they wander up again. He feels you everywhere. You moan into the kiss when one finger flicks over your nipple. It hardens under your dress and you can't stop your hips from grinding over his thigh. ,,Room," he mumbles in between ferocious kisses. ,,We need a room." You're glad that at least his brain still seems to properly function, because if it wasn't for him, you'd literally let him dick you down in the middle of Taehyung's garden. You hum against his plush lips but don't move from you place. Both hands are settled on his cheeks and you want to kiss him forever. But then Jungkook scoops you up in his arms and carries you back into the house from the back door where no one can see you. He goes upstairs and pushes a door open. As soon as you're in he bumps you against the closed door and forces his lips back onto yours. Not breaking the kiss he slides you off of his body to be able to get rid of your dress, panties flying through the room the second after. He sighs at the sight of your bare tits. Your greedy hands fumble with his belt till he takes care of it and gets out of his pants and briefs. Jungkook scoops you up again. Legs around his waist and hands taking his t-shirt off his body you have to hold back a pleased sigh when you're met with his muscle-bound upper body. Jungkook was always a big guy. But apparently he spent all the days you were apart at the gym. And honestly, you aren't complaining. The sight is delicious and sexy and you can't deny your pussy dripping at that sight. His mouth his back on yours and you moan, hands running over his abs. He sticks his tongue out and you allow him to explore you, whining when his other hand tweaks your nipple. ,,How do you want to get fucked?" he asks while breathing heavy. His broad chest momentarily catching your attention. ,,Hm? How do you want me to fuck you, babe?" Jungkook skims his thumb over your cheek, his piercing shining in the dim light of the room. ,,Just like you always did," you reply, hand reaching down to wrap your hand around his plump cock. A soft groan erupts from him as you pump him. A conceited smile adorns his face. ,,You think I haven't changed since then?" ,,I'm glad that I'm gonna find out soon." He chuckles, tongue prodding his cheek. ,,Oh baby, I'm gonna ruin you." The dominance in his tone sends hot desire down your core. His hands falls down to your throat, tattooed fingers delicately wrapping around your neck. He doesn't put any pressure on you, but feeling his hand around you is already enough for you to know where this is going. You stop working your hand on his cock, the authority filled voice exciting you too much to let you concentrate on other things. ,,Do everything you want to do with me, Jungkook." Another smirk crosses his face when he remarks the desperation that lingers on every word that spills from you. ,,Yeah? You'll let me do whatever I have in mind? I can fuck you however I please?" You nod. ,,That's a good girl," he praises, leaning down and giving you a short kiss. ,,Your still my pretty slut from all these years ago, aren't you?" ,,Uh-huh." Your small fingers gather his precum on the cockhead and rub it in with small brushes with your digit. Jungkook thighs tremble at that, his smug demeanour faintly vanishing as he cherishes the light sweeps of your fingers. You gaze at his heavy-lidded eyes, full of desire and gleams of longing, and can't help but smile at the fact that he is still giving the same reactions as

back then. It seems like no years have passed by since then, your bodies acting naturally to every touch and word that you exchange. Not too much later Jungkook composes himself. His hand on your throat reaches up to your face and he holds your chin with his thumb. His deep stare prompts you to stop your teasing on his cock. ,,Say it," Jungkook urges. ,,Say that you are mine." Looks like Jungkook's possessive side is still alive. It is something that you found cute and hot in the beginning of your relationship, but it was also the reason for many arguments that led the both of you angry and hurt by each other. Your hand tangled in his hair tugs at the roots of his dark strands. You know he likes that, the small groan that immediately leaves his lips evidence enough. ,,I'm yours, Jungkook. All yours." You capture his pretty lips in a kiss to seal your words, to give them more credibility. Should it be scary how easily both of you fall back into old patterns? But there is no chance of denying that there would be any possibility to not let this happen. You are Jungkook's, and Jungkook is yours. It was always like that and there was yet an alternation to occur to make it change. And who knows when that will happen if it didn't already in the past years. ,,That's right, god yes, that's fucking right. You're all mine." Jungkook nudges your hand off of his cock, grasping it with his own hand. He skims his tip over your wet folds, gathering your juices. ,,So wet for me," he whispers. His cockhead prods your entrance. Your hands are around his neck. Holding your breath as he forces his dick into you, stretching your tight cunt wide open. The stretch that comes with his cock is so intense, you briefly have to screw your eyes shut. ,,So big," you mumble, fingers playing with his long hair. ,,You like getting your pussy fucked open, don't you?" ,,Yes." A whimper comes past your lips when Jungkook buries himself to the brim, kissing your cervix. ,,Oh my God." His cock is perfectly situated inside of you. You have to close your eyes for a second to calm down, because it just feels so good. He didn't start moving yet, and you already feel like you're about to come undone within seconds. You're right - when Jungkook drags his cock back out, brushing against your sweetest spot, and plunges his cock back in, you're in absolute heaven. You don't know how he does it, why it feels better than anything you've ever felt before, but you certainly know that it won't last long to cream on his cock. ,,Show me your tongue." You comply, stretching out your tongue while looking at him with big round eyes. With his hand around your throat he spits right into your mouth. You swallow and Jungkook feels the way your throat constructs, humming satisfied. His cock feels heavenly squished between your tight walls and sends waves of pleasure up your body. It casts a spell over your entirety, brings you to doubt if all of this is even reality or just your mind mischievously trying to trick you again and making you dream of Jungkook, like it already had hundredths of times before. But Jungkook hot mouth sucking on your nipple feels so genuine, it can't be a dream. The knot in the pit of your tummy burns more and more the deeper and faster Jungkook's thrusts get. It's crazy how fast your hanging off the cliff, barely having needed anything to get pushed off the edge. With Jungkook growling filth into your ear you cum around his cock. You grab his biceps and cling onto him, biting your lip so hard you think you're tasting blood afterwards. ,,Fuck, why are you clenching so much around me, babe?" ,,Because I just came," you whine, eyes screwed shut. A surprised, but cocky laughter erupts from him. ,,Someone really missed my cock, huh?" he sneers. ,,How could I not?" you say, stroking his ego even more, but it's the truth - how could you not have missed his cock? It's impossible. Jungkook slows down, giving you some moments to calm down. He kisses down your neck, biting and sucking on his way down to your tits.

While he is busy flicking his tongue over your bud you start grinding yourself against him. ,,Oh, shit," he mumbles, resting his head between the valley of your breasts. ,,These fucking hips, damn." Suddenly, there's a voice coming through the door. ,,Are you guys seriously fucking in my room?!" Jungkook and you immediately still. Shocked at getting caught. Your intoxicated brain shouts the first thing that's comes to your mind. ,,No?" Jungkook glares at you before he presses his hand over your mouth. ,,Couldn't keep it in your pants, Jeon?" Taehyung laments, voice unmistakably tinged with annoyance. Jungkook's jawline twitches. ,,Shut up, just because you can't get pussy doesn't mean you have to ruin my fun." Taehyung's provocative comment erases Jungkook's last bit of decency, no more caring about what Taehyung might hear from the thin barrier between you. He withdraws his hand from your face and ducks down to kiss you heatedly. You moan when his cock moves a bit inside you. Jungkook's heads down to your neck, pressing butterfly kiss on your skin. ,,Don't stain any of my things, got that?" A rather irritated grumble chimes from Jungkook, the urge to scream at Taehyung to finally fuck off becoming almost ineluctable. In contrary to Jungkook, you don't find Taehyung's little interruption disruptive, you find it rather amusing. A cheeky grin is plastered on your face when your inebriated mind decides to babble something that only crossed your thoughts from the influence of the alcohol. ,,You wanna join, Tae?" Your sweet voice uttering the question like you're offering him a drink, so innocent and guileless. You'd give everything to see Taehyung's face right now, his reaction to your playful offer galvanising  the impulse to open the door and look into his handsome face. As soon as the words leave your plump lips, cutting through the air like knife, Jungkook stiffens and slowly leans back, glowering you with that hard look in his eyes. ,,Don't even fucking think about it." Jungkook's tongue prods his cheek, loud and heavy breaths falling from his chest, this time not out of pleasure though, but out of anger - to say the least. You hear the distinct footsteps of Taehyung, the loud music swallowing the noises as soon as he took a few steps down the hall. ,,You just had to say that, don't you?" The sassy smile fades from your lips, only a shy lip bite left on your face. Jungkook's angry tone and mad looking face is making your pussy wetter than it should. He doesn't wait for an answer. Strong arms holding you close to his chest, he turns around and walks to the bed. Your heels dig into his back as you cling onto him to not accidentally fall, though his bulky arms around you wouldn't dare to let that happen. He's climbing onto the bed, mattress sinking down under his weight before he throws you onto the bed. ,,You're so goddamn naughty," he says, pushing your knees up. Anchoring his fingers in your doughy skin of the back of your thigh he keeps your legs close to your chest. ,,Hm? Is that what you turned into? A brat?" ,,No," you shake your head. ,,'M still your good girl." Unexpectedly Jungkook picks up his fast pace again and rams his cock deeper inside. ,,Show me how good you are," he mutters, fingers digging into your waist to keep you fixed beneath him. ,,I want you to cum all over my cock." He watches the outlines of his cock being visible on your tummy, loving the way he can see how he fills you up. The headboard bangs against the wall and for a split second there's actual concern lingering in the back of your mind, but it's quickly forgotten when you feel Jungkook's hand between you, rolling his thumb over your clit. ,,Jungkook!" ,,That's right, moan my name just like that, babe. Let everyone hear how good I'm fucking you." Jungkook grabs your hands and places them under your thighs. ,,Hold your legs up to your chest." And the second you do, your eyes roll back. He's so much deeper and you can't grasp that that is even the slightest bit possible. It's a

shame that

you didn't get to feel his cock for the last three years. ,,Cum for me," he whispers, slapping your bouncing tit in the process. They're perfect. He can't suppress that thought crossing his mind every time he gets to see your round and heavy tits. ,,Yes, yes, oh fuck, yes please," you pant, sneaking down a hand to rests it against your stomach. You feel his cock moving there. Looking down at the white layer coating the smooth skin of his dick makes your skin stand in flames. It's so hot. ,,You love this cock so much, isn't that right, my angel?" Before you can nod or utter a way too whiny answer the wave of pleasure finally hits you with full force. ,,Oh fuck! Fuck, fuck, fuck!" Hands clasping his broad shoulders, nails digging crescents into his skin and back arching off the mattress, you moan his name one last time, your voice close upon sounding like a sob. Jungkook can't keep his eyes from your face, he never could when me made you cum, the pleasure written on your face was always something he'd admired - something that got him closer to cum too. Jungkook slows down his pace, perfectly riding out your high, just the way you need it. The ardent way his eyes flicker as he looks into yours sends a warm shudder over your body, loosing up your tensed muscles with way more comfort than it probably should. ,,Can I cum on your face?" Your brain needs a second to comprehend his question. ,,My make-up," you croak. ,,Don't wanna ruin it." You'd really like for him to spill his seed over your face, but you'd also like your make-up to look decent after this is done. ,,Of course that's the only fucking thing you care about," he says, pushing himself off of you and drilling into you with a sharp thrusts. You whimper when he fucks you fast again, your pussy still sensitive from your orgasm. As your walls continuously spasm around his girth, almost squeezing the orgasm out of him, Jungkook can't hold back for much longer and pulls his cock out of you. He jerks himself off, cock covered in your juices, his heavy breaths quickening and abs twitching before he shoots his cum over your body. Belly, tits, throat, Jungkook essence spurts all over you. Thick globes of cum paint your flushed and marked skin. ,,Holy shit," he mumbles. Partially because of the afterglow of his orgasm, but also because of the sight of his cum covering parts of your gorgeous body. His hand slows down, cock twitching in his grasp. You feel exhausted and filled with energy at the same time. You swipe your finger across a trail of his cum and put it into your mouth. Jungkook watches you with lustful eyes. You giggle at his stare. ,,What?" ,,You're so insanely sexy." Jungkook starts cleaning you up with some tissues he found in Taehyung's nightstand. ,,Let's go to the others and drink some more?" you ask when Jungkook pulls his briefs over his thighs. ,,You don't want me to bring you home?" You shake your head. ,,Want to spend some more time with all of you." You stand up and Jungkook follows the way your curves sway so beautifully into his direction. He hands you your panties and dress, both of the items flimsy things that barely look like clothing when they're muddled. You tiptoe and peck his cheek. ,,I'm really happy that this is happening right now, Jungkook. You don't know how much I've missed you." He smiles, raking his fingers through your tangled hair. ,,And, of course, I missed having your dick inside me." ~ that one morning in school when i was too late for you

Jungkook is ready. It's highly possible that he never felt this ready in his life before - not at his presentation in school when his whole mark depended on his performance (a failed math exam brought him into that situation...), not when he applied for a job at the small cinema in town (seriously, he didn't expect to face a professional job interview when he entered the room with his baggy clothes and school bag), not when his mum made him sing at his cousins wedding in front of so many people (his ears were so flushed when he stood there and all eyes were trained on him - they got even more red when granny Margaret gave him a smooch on the cheek and told him she wanted him to sing at her funeral. Poor boy didn't know what to respond to that...) But now he is undisputedly ready. Jungkook is going to ask you if you'd like to be his date for junior prom. Jungkook practiced his speech in front of his mirror all day long yesterday. He got home from school, ate lunch and immediately got into his room to start practicing. The whole day he stood there, acting out every different answer that you might say, trying out new lines to see which one sounds the best, working on his gestures and his facial expression to make you think that he is the most handsome guy and so cool that you wouldn't even dare to choose someone else over him. After spending the whole day practicing in his quiet room he was confident and certain about asking you out for junior prom. Jungkook memorised every little line and step, was prepared for every answer that you'd respond with. He never tried that hard for school related things, but now that he feels the excitement and anticipation of the incoming situation, he might start studying for school with this form of determination, because he feels like nothing would be able to beat him since he is prepared for everything. Jungkook knows that nothing could go wrong. He is not sure if you like like him, but if the coy smiles, lip bites and batting eyelashes aren't an indicator for some little crush that you developed on him, then Jungkook is an absolute idiot and too obsessed with you to recognise your true feelings for him. You've been spending time together for a group project in school and he'd be damned if he misinterpreted the typical signs someone shows toward their crush. Jungkook has to know these signs by heart, because he acts the exact same around you - even when you're not around and he simply thinks about you he feels his chest tighten in that silly delighted manner. Jungkook isn't sure if you noticed the nervousness that coats everything he does and says around you, but he hopes you didn't catch onto it. It's not usual for him to get so affected by someone, but you do things to him and he has a though time keeping a nonchalant facade. But he aims for keeping up that attitude, because his cool and cheeky attitude is probably what got you interested in him in the first place. (And maybe because he wants you to think about him that way, because he is insecure, since he knows that you're last boyfriend was exactly like that and he lowkey wants you to be so into him just like you were into your ex-boyfriend) Your ex-boyfriend Chanyeol is on the football team, so he is buff and strong and muscular. He is that typical sports ace that has cheeky and flirtatious remarks on the tip of his tongue, that lively and playful behaviour that every girl falls for. Jungkook is also in the football team, and quite famous for his excellent plays too and has a lot of girls flushing and giggling at the hallway whenever he walks past them, but it was still Chanyeol you decided to have something serious with and not even once smiled into Jungkook's direction up until a few weeks ago when you got paired up for a presentation. Jungkook would be lying if he'd say he didn't feel a hint of relief coating his tongue when he heard the news about the break up. Maybe he is being gleeful and mean - though he has to say that he definitely felt compassion when he saw your sad eyes in school and how that cute

smile that always framed your beautiful face was no where to be found - but he has been interested in you for years. And he still remembers that hollow feeling in his chest when he saw you walking through the hallway with Chanyeol - hands intertwined and fond smiles gracing your lips - in sophomore year. That sight hurt, but the alleviation that came over him a few months ago when rumours of the breakup arouse was worth the pain he felt back then. How ridiculous it is that a confident and popular boy isn't able to confess to the girl he has been crushing on for years, isn't it? It always felt like you are totally out of his league, like it isn't even a question worth of asking you if there is mutual interest or even just a simple phone number exchange to get to know each other better. Because you are y/n. And he is Jungkook. And he has never met a girl like you. His best friend Taehyung called him crazy for not shooting his shot and Jungkook always said that they were still young and relationships and love doesn't matter at that age. And maybe that's true. Maybe you don't need to be in a relationship that early on, but that was just a lame excuse of Jungkook. Yeah, maybe he has an undeniable crush on you (has one since the town held the annual autumn festival many years ago, when he was still attending elementary school, and there was this play where you had one of the main roles - Jungkook was just a tree in the background - and when he saw you all dressed up like that, his heart fluttered with a giddy feeling, and since then, his heart didn't let go of you) but asking you out isn't his main focus. He just wants to be close to you. Wants to be friends. Wants to be someone that you'd randomly text at 3 am when you can't sleep, when you have a funny story to tell or when your mum is being so annoying that you have to vent to someone. But even for that he is too shy to ask. Too afraid that you'll reject him, because why wouldn't you? You're so amazing and he is just...Jungkook. But not anymore. Jungkook is finally ready. That godsend biology presentation gave him the opportunity to get to know you, made you have to talk to him, pay attention to him and luckily, made you fall for his charms. There was an obvious tension going on whenever Jungkook made a teasing remark and your reply ended up with your cheeks heating up and batting your eyelashes all cutely. He finds your reactions endearing and can't prevent himself from throwing a little remark here and there whenever he felt like was the right time. (He'd like to tease and flirt with you for the entire time but you are always too immersed in getting the actual work done that he is afraid you're going to ask the teacher for a new partner. And that's certainly not going to happen - Jungkook would curse himself for a lifetime.) Jungkook drives to school with a good feeling in his gut. He's excited about what's bound to happen, because this is something he has been dreaming of for years now - it's even more than what he had been dreaming of and he can't be more happier about it. He parks his old car at his usual place, Taehyung's car still missing next to his parking lot - he's probably getting late like always. As Jungkook walks to the school building he revises the lines he had picked and learned just for you. He is still uncertain about when he is going to ask you. Before the math lessons is going to start? At lunch? When he randomly sees you in the hallway? Or maybe he could catch you before you leave school? He can't decide, but having so many options to choose from reliefs Jungkook. He can't fuck this up. He has many chances and possibilities to ask you today. Jungkook could even text or call you since he got your number. (Not because he asked for it, but because you approached him and wanted to get his phone number to arrange the meetings for the biology presentation). But then all of the possibilities of asking you that one question he had been preparing himself for a whole day yesterday get scattered away when he sees you in front of the

glass doors of the school, a cute pastel yellow dress framing your figure and your phone in your hand, typing something with quick thumbs. You look beautiful. Gorgeous. Breath-taking. A real fairy on earth. Jungkook needs to ask you now. He can't continue like this anymore. He wants to go to junior prom with you. Wants to hold your hand, wants to swamp you with compliments, wants to dance with you and wants you to see him and think that he is the one - perhaps a silly thought, but it seems like when it comes to you, Jungkook can't stop his wishful thinking. So he musters up all his confidence, squares his shoulders and walks towards you with determined steps. When you look up from your phone a little smile ghosts over your lips. Your posture changes as soon as you take the boy walking toward you into sight. You stand straighter, fingers tightly embracing the phone and teeth sinking into your pink flesh, preventing the smile to grow bigger. Hopefulness bubbles in Jungkook's chest and captures his whole body with anticipation. Someone brushes Jungkook as they pass him, shoulders shortly touching, but Jungkook couldn't care less, he is too focused on your captivating magnificence. He loves your natural look. Loves how cute you dress yourself - especially that rosy gloss that paints your lips everyday. He imagines the taste to be strawberry or cherry or raspberry... He'd like to find out their true taste one day. Jungkook has to force his brain to refocus on where he is walking. How embarrassing it would be to trip and fall in front of you. As he crosses the last meters to you, he calms his nerves. His heartbeat drums in his ears with a quick rhythm, just like it would when he'd be doing his workouts in the gym. But in all his hurry and excitement to ask you out, he didn't notice the guy approaching you. The guy who just passed him is standing in front of you - Chanyeol is standing in front of you. That unforeseen change startles Jungkook. He swallows hard and tries to avert his eyes somewhere else, but he can't stop himself from glancing at the both of you. Maybe Jungkook would have noticed how your smile faltered a little, but he is too caught up in dealing with the drastic change of his plan, now that someone else is talking with you. Jungkook slows down. Perhaps Chanyeol wanted to greet you, have a little chat or wanted to give you a quick compliment and then leave again. The fact that your ex-boyfriend approached you out of nowhere is already urging Jungkook to roll his eyes (Though he has seen the both of you being together at lunch many times after the breakup, it's still an imagine he hates to see) but he hopes that Chanyeol will leave as fast as he came. Luck doesn't seem to be on Jungkook's side. He was already close to you, walking slower didn't help much, so now he has to walk past you, pretend like he didn't attempt to approach you in the first place and act all nonchalant, though his insides are in flames and fury and have the strong compulsion to punch Park Chanyeol's face for being faster than him. But then Jungkook hears it. He hears the reason why Chanyeol came up to you. ,,Do you want to be my prom date?" In that moment, all the flaming loathing that Jungkook felt a second ago gets extinguished by the shivering chills that scuttle down his spine. Jungkook is one second away from laughing out loud. How ridiculous? Jungkook was so utterly ridiculous for believing that there was even the slightest possibility for you and him to attend the junior prom together. All these scenarios he had in mind, everything he imagined - from asking you out to picking you up to complimenting you to dancing with you - he was a fool to think he would be able to experience that stuff. It's like a child patiently waiting for santa by the christmas tree - it would never happen. Jungkook rushes past you and he hates that he still gets a whiff of your perfume. It warms warms his heart every time, because it smells so familiar, so much like you. Once he enters the school building, he

walks over to his locker, opens it with much more force than he'd need to. Blood boils in Jungkook's veins. He can't process that Chanyeol had the temerity to ask you for his prom date. You both broke up months ago and yet he still had the nerve to ask you out. And it's not just that, the fact that Jungkook could have been the first one to reach you, if he only would've walked a bit faster, if he got a bit earlier to school, if he didn't press snooze on his alarm like always, he would have been the first one to ask you. That stupid fact infuriates Jungkook so much more, riles him up in ways that makes him want to turn around and push that jerk away from you. ,,Hey, bro." Jungkook doesn't need to look up from the inside of his locker to know that Taehyung stands right behind the door of his locker. He hastily grabs the books he needs. ,,What a beautiful morning-" Taehyung chatters, but instantly gets interrupted by Jungkook slamming the locker shut. Taehyung doesn't flinch. As Jungkook's best friend he experienced way worse situations than this. Sudden bursts of anger are not unusual. ,,Well, seems like someone didn't have a great start into this beautiful morning," Taehyung says, giving Jungkook a small empathetic smile. ,,But hey, I can make your morning better. Teacher said that they kinda changed the timetable, so we won't be having math in the first period anymore." Nothing changes in Jungkook appearance, he just opens the locker and puts his math book back inside. ,,What happened?" Taehyung asks and plants his hand over Jungkook's shoulder. ,,Did you not have time to jerk of your morning wood? We still got some time before-" ,,Fuck, no." Maybe Jungkook would have laughed at Taehyung's weird antics to make him forget about his emotions, but not when it has to do with you. He can't get you off of his mind. ,,Or...Did your mum walk in while you were jerking off your morning wood?" Jungkook grimaces and looks over to Taehyung, a long annoyed sigh coming from his chest. ,,You had a girl over and didn't want her to stay over, but she wanted to and you couldn't say no and when you woke up this morning she was the first thing that you saw and that...don't know, irritated you?" With expectant eyes Taehyung finishes of his made up story. ,,Could you shut up for once? Go and tell your weird stories to the theatre club, maybe they'll use them for a play, but stop bothering me with your jabbering." Before Taehyung could spit provocative words back, someone clears their throat behind them. Taehyung is the first one to turn around, and when he says ,,Oh, hi, y/n." Jungkook immediately tenses. For fucks sake. Luck was really not on his side today. Jungkook forces himself to turn around too. ,,You look great!" Taehyung beams and you fidget with your fingers once you hear his compliment, a shy "thanks" arising from your throat. Jungkook only spares you a short glance before he draws his eyes to the hall filled with students behind you. ,,Uh, I actually wanted to talk to Jungkook," you say, waiting for him to meet your gaze. Once he does, he doesn't do it with his usual radiant smile and shining doe eyes. His stare is cold, one perfectly shaped brow slightly raised and jaw clenched. To say the least, you're intimidated by his looks, but you try to not let it daunt you. His current state is certainly not caused by you, so you shouldn't be concerned anyway. ,,Could we postpone our meeting? Something came up after school, so I thought we could meet at 4 pm maybe?" ,,I have football practice at 4." ,,Oh, well...Then, after practice? When do you usually finish?" Jungkook snorts at that. He doesn't know why you are playing dumb, but he certainly is not. Your ex-boyfriend is on the football team. You know exactly when practice ends. Your unnecessary question causes his irritation to flare even more. Jungkook's reaction fazes you. You stumble over your words and are baffled with the lack of his usual self in his behaviour toward you. Taehyung immediately picks up on your discomfort and

shoves his elbow into Jungkook's side to put his sanity back to place. Taehyung can't decipher why Jungkook would act like a jerk when he is talking to you - his crush - no matter what got him so mad in the first place. But Taehyung's obvious attempt of calming his best friend down and bringing him back to his senses is of no use, so he tries to help you out a bit. ,,Jungkook's training usually ends at 5:30 pm, right, Kookie?" Taehyung feigns a wide smile and wraps his arm around Jungkook's shoulder, pulling him closer. Jungkook's tongue pokes his cheek and you think that you have never seen him this piqued before. You're thankful for Taehyung trying to alleviate the mood. But Jungkook is not having it. He pushes Taehyung's body away, whirling around and closing his locker with a hard push. You jerk, taking one step back. As Jungkook strolls away from the both of you he turns his head. ,,I'll text you." And with that, he walks through the crowed hall, his cold voice embedded in your mind and making your stomach twist in perturbation. What happened that got him so irritated? To be truthful, you always were a bit intimidated by Jungkook. He is popular and well-known in school, so you assumed that he'd be arrogant, someone that knows what effect he has on people and is fully confident in showing what he got. Nevertheless, you admired him. He looks cool and funny and extremely handsome. Once you got to know Jungkook you realised that he is the sweetest guy you've ever come across. Sometimes he is that cocky football boy you imagined him to be when he starts teasing you. But then again, he is kind to you, treats you with respect and always listens to you. He makes jokes and his laugh is the cutest thing you've ever heard. You won't even allow yourself to think about the nose scrunch that adorns his face when he finds something particularly funny. His whole face squishes and he looks absolutely adorable. He's perfect. And you like him. And now your puzzled as to where that boy with the cute nose scrunches has disappeared. What did he encounter that let him act this way? You'd die to ask him, but Jungkook would probably ignore you if you dared to utter a single word to him. ,,He's just mad because his dad ate all the blueberry pancakes at breakfast," Taehyung says into your ear. You flinch when you hear his baritone voice that close to your ear. You were too caught up in your own thoughts to notice Taehyung standing next to you, looking down at you with an encouraging smile. ,,Ah, the blueberry pancakes, huh?" You hum, looking into the direction that Jungkook went off. ,,Yep, he loves those with all his being." Taehyung nods, his eyes also glued to the same direction. ,,What about the girl that insisted on staying and being the first thing he saw this morning?" ,,Oh, you heard that?" ,,Yeah." ,,So you also think that that theory was weird." ,,I find the one with his mum weirder." ,,Oh, you heard that too?" ,,Yeah." ,,My bad." ,,It's okay." Taehyung gives you a pat on the back, sends a boxy smile your way and then walks down the hallway too. You're left there standing, a peculiar feeling in your gut which you can't allocate to anything you've ever felt before. But that isn't something new, Jungkook made you come across a lot of emotions that were new to you - that's just the aftermath of having a crush on him.

~ With a pounding headache you get woken up the next morning. Eyes painfully shut close as you try to get used to the excruciating pain. You groan. Your body tosses and turns until you notice the warm body behind you. Jungkook. It's Jungkook hugging you from behind you realise as you look over your shoulder, his long raven hair messily hanging in his face. He looks like he is in a peaceful slumber. Trying to comprehend the situation you're in isn't quite simple when your head is banging with every confused look you give your surroundings. It gets even more confusing when you discover the lack of clothing on your body. You remember fucking Jungkook in Taehyung's room. You dimly wince at the thought of the little encounter with Taehyung when he banged at the door. Embarrassing. But when you're drunk - and stuffed with Jungkook's cock - you don't care about anything. Your memories of the fun time at Taehyung's room are deficient. Too bad. You remember thinking that this was the best you got fucked in the past months. And now your in his bed, naked, and a peek under the covers reveals Jungkook's nudity, his morning wood pressing against your ass. It's nearly scary how you ended up in the bed of someone you ran away from, like a invisible magnet pulling you to him whether you like it or not. You search Jungkook's bedroom for a clock. The sun is glowing outside, rays of sunlight coming through his window. But it's summer, so you have no clue about what time it is exactly. So you sit up, wanting to look for your phone, when suddenly the grasp of Jungkook's arm around you tighten. ,,No," Jungkook says in a hurry, voice groggy from his sleep. ,,Don't go." You shift your head to him, confused about his sudden clinginess. It looked like he was in a deep sleep a minute ago, how did he react so fast as you tried to get out of his hold? ,,I'm just trying to search my phone," you reply gently, rubbing his arms on your waist soothingly to coax him into letting go of you. Jungkook barely opens his eyes, peeking at your messy and nude figure. ,,I'm sorry," he mumbles when he realises his misguided behaviour and retrieves his hands from you. You give him a faint smile before you grab a random shirt of his from the floor, draping it over your body and getting up. You walk around his bedroom, but there's no sign of your purse. Jungkook wakes up owing to the noises you cause by picking up the clothes on the floor and the annoyed puffs that you fabricate. ,,Hallway," he grumbles, slowly sitting up. ,,On top of the shoe cabinet." You rise from the floor and quickly turn to get your purse. ,,Nice apartment," you say after coming back, taking your phone out of the black purse. ,,Thanks." He still has problems opening his eyes. The morning sun shining into his room too garish for his sleepy eyes. You sit down on the edge of his bed. Your head is still pounding. Running around his apartment wasn't a good choice. With a hand on your forehead, you try to mitigate the pain, but it's obviously not working. Behind you, you hear some rustling, and soon Jungkook brushes past you in some briefs and walks out of the room. You check the time. It's barely 7 am. You groan, why the hell are you awake? Jungkook enters the room again, this time a glass of water and some medicine in his hands. ,,Here," he offers. ,,Take this, it'll help your headache." You're bewildered at first, hesitantly taking the water and the ibuprofen. You forgot how caring Jungkook is. ,,Oh, thank you." You chuck the water with the ibuprofen down and put the glass back on his nightstand. Jungkook is laying flat on his stomach on the bed, head turned to you. ,,Why were we naked?" you ask. ,,You don't remember?" You shake your head. No memories left of what happened in his apartment. ,,Well...you were still kinda needy when I took you home and then...we did some things to keep you satisfied." Your face crimsons. Of course you were left needy after Jungkook and you fucked. Why else would you wake up naked in his bed?

,,Don't you remember anything from yesterday?" ,,I still remember everything that happened till...uh, till we were done in Taehyung's room." You don't know why you're so shy all of a sudden. Though you haven't seen Jungkook for three years, you were the one suggesting the little offer you had for him. Seems like alcohol made it easier for you to interact with him, and sober you has yet to learn how to achieve that. ,,Do you feel well other than the headache? I didn't realise how much you drank yesterday." He sits up, scanning your face like he is trying to detect any other discomfort you might feel. ,,Oh? Uhm, no, I'm fine. Just the headache, that's it." ,,Maybe breakfa-" ,,I think I should go." The worry from his face vanishes. You can't define the expression he has on now, it's blank and inscrutable. ,,Sure, whatever you want to do." ,,It's just because I didn't tell my parents I wouldn't come back home and - and they're probably wondering where I am." Totally not because you're nervous and have no clue what to do, what to say and where to look, because it's Jungkook. The boy you've been missing since years and now he is right next to you. The emotions that run through your body whenever you look at him are nearly insufferable. You need to have some time alone, regain your normal self back before being in his company. He nods slowly, acting as if he understands, but truthfully, he doesn't understand a thing. ~ You didn't expect someone else to be at the gym at this early hour. After all that's why you decided to visit the gym after you hurried back to your parent's place from Jungkook. Your parents weren't home. Already out to work. It kinda sting to know that they haven't left a message regarding where you are when you didn't get home last night. But it's fine. You didn't expect a lot from them while you're visiting. ,,Chanyeol!" Your cheerful voice rings through the big room, well, actually not that big, but for a small town this gym would be considered as a spacious one. The bare chested man turns around, hands grasping small dumbbells. ,,Oh! Y/n!" Chanyeol puts the dumbbells on the floor, pulling out his Airpods from his ears. You stroll towards him, offering him one of your big smiles. ,,What are you doing here?" he asks. You notice the layer of sweat on his skin when you stand in front of him. ,,Came here to work out, what else?" you chuckle, eyes constantly flicking down to his chest. Though you try not to stare at it, it's a hard task to do when he's buff and big. And hot. Chanyeol looks still as attractive as when you looked at him through your pubescent, teenage eyes. ,,At this early hour?" ,,Had to get my mind off things," you explain. Chanyeol brushes his fingers through his fluffy, blonde hair. ,,Not even 24 hours here and already so much stuff going on, huh?" You sigh exaggerated. ,,Yeah, nothing has changed since I left." You quickly search for another topic though, you don't want to accidentally spill the truth and tell him you're here this early, because somehow you woke up next to your ex-boyfriend this morning, fully nude and memories of the night before remained only as fragments in your brain. ,,Why are you here so early?" You change the topic, the memories of last night vague and holey, but even the smallest imagine of Jungkook - all sweaty and focused on one thing only - is making you lose sanity again. ,,I'm always working out this early," he answers. ,,Not my decision though, my fitness trainer advised me to it." A bitter undertone leaks through his words. ,,Seems hard to be a professional football player." Chanyeol sighs, lifting the dumbbells up again and slowly turning to the bench continue his bench step-ups. ,,Yeah, but I shouldn't be complaining. This is all I ever dreamed of, for, basically my whole life." You sit down at a bench next to his, watching his buff body stepping on and off the bench. You smile thinking about Chanyeol as a teenager, always working hard at football practice and exercising whenever he could, because he was

determined to reach his goal. And now he is here, his biggest dream achieved due to his driven and ambitious character. ,,I actually watched one of your games, like...last year, maybe?" Chanyeol's eyes flick down to you. ,,For real? What could have possibly made you watch football?" he chuckles. ,,I was at a friend's house and he turned it on. At first I didn't even know that it was your team playing, because we didn't really pay attention to the game, but then when I looked at the screen and you were running across the field with the football in your hands. Can you imagine how I screamed after I realised that it was your name that was printed on the backside of the jersey?" An airy laugh - that standard, hoarse laugh you'd be able to point out in a crowd of thousands of people - bubbles from Chanyeol's lips. ,,You screamed?" ,,Well, not exactly screamed, but I got really excited seeing my friend on television!" you beam. ,,I actually took a picture and sent it to you, but apparently you changed your phone number. Some stranger answered the message instead and it was lowkey embarrassing." ,,Wait, what?" Chanyeol stops his exercise and stares at you, wide-eyed. ,,What did you text me?" ,,I sent a picture of you and was like, I'm watching your game, Chanyeol! You're so amazing, I'm proud of you! And then something like, oh wait, you can't answer me right now because you're playing the game." Chanyeol starts laughing at your cuteness. ,,And what did he say?" ,,He said something along the lines of, actually, I can answer you, because I'm not that dude on the picture. I'm Minho." ,,That's hilarious," he says, dumbbells back on the floor again, because he's enjoying your little story way too much. ,,I got so flustered and apologised and instead of texting something back, he just blocked me," you tell, jutting your lip forward as you remind yourself of that person's rude behaviour. ,,I should give you my new number, so things like that don't happen again," Chanyeol smiles, pulling out his phone from his pocket. ,,Yeah, I don't want to spam another poor soul with too excited text messages and sent them pictures of you during a game again." ,,I don't have a problem with you sending pictures of me to random people though," Chanyeol says as you grab his phone. You grimace skittishly. ,,Still so self obsessed as back then, huh?" you tease while typing his phone number into your phone. ,,I was such a prick, wasn't I?" he shakes his head, like he is in disbelief at the person he was a few years ago. ,,You weren't a prick, more like, I don't know, an annoying popular guy who likes to boast." ,,Totally not a prick." You have to suppress the giggle that lingers at the back of your throat. ,,You didn't do it often," you assure. Chanyeol sighs. ,,At least I learned from that and changed for the better." You scan his whole body and furrow your brows, like you're pondering whether he is correct or not with his conception. ,,Maybe you should work a little more on yourself?" He levels you with squinted eyes. You chuckle and hand him his phone back. ,,No worries. You're fine now, Chanyeol." ,,I'm fine?" he repeats, offended. ,,I mean, it hasn't even been over a day since I saw you after three years. I still have to get to know your new matured form," you tease. ,,Yeah, we didn't talk much yesterday, didn't we? Where did you went off though?" ,,Ah, oh, well..." Good question, next one please. But when your eyes trail off from Chanyeol's face to scan the room to somehow find an answer to his question that doesn't include Jungkook anywhere, you find Jungkook standing at the other side of the room, eyes already locked on your face. ,,Jungkook?" you ask, confused. He is wearing shorts and a tanktop, thighs and arms deliciously in display for your eyes to gawk at. Fuck, he looks way too good to be true. Chanyeol furrows his brows but then follows your gaze. ,,Morning," Jungkook grumbles when he comes to a stop in front of you. ,,Hi," you peep. You don't know why, but you

feel like you just got caught doing something you weren't allowed to do. ,,Jk!" Chanyeol happily greets him. ,,Came here for boxing?" ,,No, I'm gonna do my workout today." ,,I'm almost done for the day. Gonna do some cardio and then that's it." Chanyeol walks to the treadmills. ,,Wanna join me, y/n?" ,,Oh sure, why not?" Usually you don't go on the treadmill, but it sounds really inviting considering the piercing stare that Jungkook sends your way. Both of you go on treadmills, Chanyeol walking at a faster speed than you, and even though you don't like using the treadmill, it's nice having someone to chat with while working out. He starts asking you questions about Los Angeles. ,,Really? You have to send me a picture of the view when you go back home!" Chanyeol says. Before you get the chance to answer, the machine suddenly picks up on its speed, making you have to run faster. You whip your head to the side, catching a glimpse of Jungkook's hand brushing the display of the treadmill. You have to grip the sides of the treadmill to not fall off the thing. It takes you a couple of seconds to get used to the speed. When you look at Jungkook, confusion twisting your face, he only arches a brow back at you. ,,You didn't come here for a little chit chat, right? Casting a short glance at Chanyeol, he levels you with an assertive expression. You're only able to shake your head. ,,Then get back to working. Or finally start working at least." You gulp. His stern voice shouldn't make your panties wet, but it does and you can't help it. After twenty minutes Chanyeol is gone. He finished his work out and left. You don't know if it's a good idea to be left alone with a Jungkook who's all sweaty, sitting on the butterfly gym machine and pushing his arms back and forth. It should be a sin looking that sexy while casually doing a workout at the gym. And it should be illegal for the step-up machine to be placed so perfectly, that you have the best view of Jungkook. ,,I would have never guessed that you work out in the gym," Jungkook says and you only notice it because you've been staring at his face and saw his mouth moving. Heat rises up your cheeks and you look away, embarrassed at getting caught. ,,I hate working out. I just get motivated by getting a bigger butt, that's all." When Jungkook groans your eyes immediately flick to him again. His face looks like he is in pain and his tongue prods his cheek. You emit a little sigh which he can't hear and bite your lip which he will hopefully not notice. You hop off the machine and pick up two dumbbells. You do your usual dumbbell exercise while doing squats. It's when you raise again that you notice Jungkook standing right behind you. You look over your shoulder and feel him placing his hand on your back. ,,Straighten your back a little more. That'll be better for you," he advises. You nod absentmindedly, his proximity stealing every functioning brain cell of yours. ,,Just like that," he praises and your feel your body fluttering at these simple words. You can't ignore how his groin keeps brushing against your ass every time you lift yourself up. ,,Good job," he grins as you put the dumbbells away. ,,Are you done with your workout?" you ask, trying to ignore how his eyes are practically taking your clothes off. ,,Yeah. Want some water?" He turns to get his bag. ,,I'm fine," you answer. While he's gone for a second, you walk to the mirrored wall. Taking your phone from where you had it tucked beneath your leggings you open Instagram to take a pic for your Story. ,,Do you want to be in the picture?" you ask Jungkook after he's done drinking a few sips, smiling when he comes up to you, standing behind you. You have to lift your phone a bit, his head got cut off due to his bigger height. He puts his hands on your waist and a little smile fills your cheeks. You take the pic. ,,Why did you leave so quickly this morning?" Jungkook questions while you're busy on the phone, absentmindedly rubbing his thumbs over your body. You take some

seconds to answer. ,,I was nervous." ,,Oh," he replies and it sounds like disappointment. ,,Not that kind of nervous," you explain. ,,It felt like the first few days after we got in a relationship. I was just...overwhelmed? To be with you like this after all this time." ,,Are you okay now?" ,,Yeah, i think it's fine now." ,,And you don't regret anything that you said last night?" ,,I meant everything I said to you. I'm yours, Jungkook." He grins. ,,Good." Jungkook pulls you closer to him. ,,Ew, you're sweaty, Koo," you giggle. ,,You are too," he mumbles and rests his chin on your shoulder. ,,Well, after you increased the speed on the treadmill it's no wonder." Something about you mentioning the treadmill changes something in Jungkook. His fingers on your waist dig into your skin. ,,Someone had to motivate you to work." ,,I was working out!" you defend. ,,Didn't look like that," he grumbles. ,,Oh shush, don't tell me you're jealous." You raise an eyebrow and look at him through the mirror. ,,I'm not." You giggle. You always know when he's lying. ,,Don't make me mad." He closes his eyes and you grin widely. Too bad for him that that's one of your favourite things to do. ,,Why? You didn't like me talking to Chanyeol?" He emits a sound that sounds close to a warning. ,,I missed talking to Chanyeol a lot." ,,Y/n, don't." You want to tuck your phone back beneath your leggings, but Jungkook takes it and puts it into the pocket of his shorts. ,,Hey, but you know what?" He sighs, not knowing what to expect. ,,Hm?" ,,I missed you more." ,,How much?" ,,Like..." A pout forms on your mouth as you ponder about a comparison. ,,I missed you more than anyone I know." ,,You missed me the most?" You nod. ,,Fuck, y/n. You're doing things to me." ,,Like what?" ,,Like..." He pauses for a second. ,,Can I kiss you?" You don't even have to answer. You turn your head to him and in one second his lips are moving against yours. Butterflies are everywhere in your tummy, making you feel wobbly on your feet. His mouth feels wonderful on your neck. You take his hand and place it on your tit, allowing him to grab a good fistful of your mound. Your nipple hardens and he has to hold back a moan at how beautiful it looks perked beneath your tight sports bra. His other hand slips into your leggings. You shudder at the feeling of his warm hand cupping your pussy. ,,Do you want this?" he whispers into your ear. Goose bumps bloom on your neck. ,,Yes. So badly." A sigh erupts from you as Jungkook circles your clit. He gets you wet in just a few seconds. Two of his finger vanish inside you, knuckles deep. You head falls back on his chest. Jungkook has a shit eating grin anchored on his face. ,,You like this, don't you?" You aren't capable of saying anything when Jungkook starts fingering your pussy open. He's fast and deep and reaching all the good spots by crooking his fingers. Your eyes squeeze shut. You don't have much control over how your body reacts to him, it feels too good and you don't know how to handle it. You grip his arm with one hand. Nails sinking into his skin. A hot shiver climbs up your spine and pulls your mind into a deep and libidinous haze that pushes you so close to the edge that your toes curl in anticipation. Jungkook loves watching you through the mirror. It's sexy and lewd and addicting. ,,Could stare at you and fuck you with my fingers all night long, babe." ,,Close," you whimper between moans and pry your eyes open to look at him. He hums behind you and raises his other hand to wrap it around your throat. You capture you bottom lip between your lips. His tattooed fingers gripping at the sides of your neck makes your pussy avid for more. And just when you feel like cumming all over his fingers and making a mess of them, Jungkook pulls them back out of you. You feel the slight burn of his sharp and precise movements as your pussy clenches around nothing, searching for anything to fill it up again with. You whimper, rolling your head to the

side and resting your cheek against him. ,,Why?" you mumble, too caught up in the feelings of your carelessly abandoned orgasm to form coherent sentences. ,,Don't ever try to make me jealous again," Jungkook grunts into your ear with a surly undertone. He levels you with a merciless glance through the mirror. You actually feel yourself getting smaller by his stare. Jungkook casts a look at the different machines around the room. When he finds one that he's interested in he takes your hand in his. ,,Are you sure no one's gonna come in?" you inquire. Jungkook grows soft at your concern. ,,It's still early in the morning. No one's visiting the gym at this hour. I promise you, my angel." He kisses you temple and you let him take you to the incline barbell bench. ,,Sit down on it," he says. ,,Wait, no." Jungkook grabs you by the wrist, stopping you. ,,Wanna see your ass. Get onto it with your knees." You climb onto the incline barbell bench with your back facing him, arching your body as your hands embrace the backrest for leverage. When Jungkook tugs your tight leggings down to your thigh, your voluptuous ass comes into his view and his cock twitches at that. Curses flee his mouth when he kneads your flesh. He delivers a few playful spanks. You wiggle your ass teasingly. Sinking down on his knees he has both of his hand on your cheeks. He takes a good whiff of your clothed pussy before leaning back. ,,Smells so good," he mumbles. He pulls your panties down as well, rubbing his fingers through your soaked folds. You sigh, melting against the backrest. ,,You want to cum, don't you?" ,,Please," you beg. ,,Gonna make a mess out of you." And then he thrusts two fingers back in, obscene squelching sounds filling the air as he moves them. You feel your juices trickle down your thigh. He leans over you again, brushing your ponytail to the side. He nibbles at your earlobe while ramming his fingers inside your pussy. Your brows are furrowed so tightly and hands gripping at the backrest for dear life because, oh well, Jungkook is relentless when he has a mission in mind. The knot in your tummy is there again, ready to explode and fill your whole body with pleasure. ,,So close," you mutter, drool rolling over the side of your mouth. This poor machine will be so dirty and ruined after Jungkook is done with you. ,,Already?" It's a cocky remark and you'd like to kick his balls for that. But you only nod, you want to cum first and then you can kick his balls. ,,Hmm, what a shame," he pities. And withdraws his fingers from your pussy, making you shake and whine. ,,I want to have a little more fun with you." ,,Jungkook," you mewl. ,,Yes, my angel?" he replies, all innocently. ,,You're mean," you sulk. He chuckles. Kissing your neck and landing a spank on your ass. ,,Gonna let me have a bit more fun with you?" he asks, his breath tickling your neck. ,,Be nice to me." ,,Be nice to you, hmm? You really need to cum that badly, huh?" You tilt your head and grab the back of Jungkook's head to pull him to your mouth. You whimper into the kiss when Jungkook drills his fingers back into your cunt. You rests your cheek against the leather backrest and moan so loudly, it echoes through the whole room. ,,My good little girl," he coos, hand colliding with your ass once again. His long fingers are so deep inside you and stretching you out so lusciously, it makes your thighs shake. Jungkook's shorts are tight around his crotch area, his cock throbbing at the thought of your pussy swallowing his whole length. ,,Tell me, how much did you miss me?" ,,So, so much," you gabble. ,,Yeah? Couldn't stop thinking about me while you were gone?" You nod against the rest. Rubbing your cheek through the small puddle of drool. ,,Everyday I thought of you," you confess, moaning when Jungkook grabs a fistful of your ass and feel his nails digging into your skin. ,,You wanna cum?" ,,Oh god, yes please." This time Jungkook doesn't scornfully pull his fingers out when you're close to your high. He

lets you shake and squirm when it finally takes over you and watches with big and astonished eyes how your juices stream from your pussy, coating your thighs and the seat under you. You whine and jolt forward when his fingers are too much for you. He drags them out and rubs over your arched back, soothing you. ,,Holy shit," he mutters as he takes in the mess you've made. ,,You're so sexy." Your cheeks are flushed when you look back at him. ,,How are we gonna clean this up?" you ask, looking down between your legs. Jungkook strips his tanktop. He pull you back up on your legs and you tug your panties and leggings back up. You're still wobbly on your feet, but Jungkook slips a hand around your waist while wiping his tanktop over the seat of the machine to clean up the mess you've made. He doesn't miss the faint patch of your drool sticking against the rest. When Jungkook is done, you hug him from the side. ,,Want to fuck you." ,,Not in here," you say, still struggling to breathe. ,,Changing rooms?" He waits a brief second before he changes his mind again. ,,Let's go to the showers. I think that's were we'd get our privacy. No one uses them," Jungkook says and scoops you up, his dirty tanktop abandoned on the seat. In the showers Jungkook makes you bend over, your hands on the cold wall. ,,Can't get enough off this ass," he mutters as he yanks down your tights together with your panties. Jungkook is rock hard and he's sure he'll die soon if he doesn't feel your pussy. His cockhead prods your hole and soon you're stuffed with all of him. Jungkook hisses. Your pussy is so tight and he's never going to get used to it. It feels like heaven. ,,Pussy was made for me," he grunts, hands anchored on your waist and his hips slowly starting to find a rhythm. You utter his name in a tiny whine, your tummy on fire again despite cumming so hard just a few minutes ago. You tug your sports bra down, playing with your nipple. ,,Feels so good," you sigh, closing your eyes and enjoying the feeling of his raw cock thrusting into you with sharp movements. His hand sneaks up to your tits and he fondles one, groping your heavy mound with his big palm before he goes on with flicking and teasing your nipple. ,,Remember how you used to tell me how much better I fuck you than Chanyeol?" he grunts. ,,How much better I make you cum than him?" Memories of the past flash through your mind. You'd always tell Jungkook how good he is making you feel, and sometimes a comparison to Chanyeol would slip your tongue, but it's not like he minded. Jungkook enjoyed it. Loved, how you stroked his ego by telling him that he is better than your ex. ,,I asked you a fucking question." His palm meets your ass. A squeak from you follows. ,,Y-yes, I remember!" ,,He was never able to make you feel like I do, isn't that right?" ,,So- so fucking right," you sob. ,,Good girl." His hands soothingly rub over your flushed ass cheeks, imprints of his fingers visible on your skin. ,,Look at this ass, so goddamn big, shit." With every pound of his hips your ass jiggles. Jungkook can't take his eyes off it. Your high pitched moans reveal your blossoming orgasm being terribly close. ,,You're so close aren't you?" he whispers, fingers dipping into the soft curve of your hips for better leverage, ramming into you with much greater force. A warm shudder crawls down your spine when his breath suddenly fans over your neck, as he pull you back by your throat, keeping you close to his body. Your brows are pinched together, your fingers working on your swollen clit to double your pleasure. ,,Was he ever able to make you cum this fast, hm?" ,,N-no!" His fingers dig into the sides of your throat. The squeeze shouldn't turn you on this much, but the squelching sounds between your thighs are proof enough. ,,Show me how much you love this cock, babe. Come on, I want your pretty pussy to cover me with your juices." You think there's nothing better than getting Jungkook whispering arrant filth into your ear, perfect shaped cock fucking you

brainless and a tattooed hand cutting of the air in your lungs. Dirty, completely obscene, but somehow you have to compensate something with the cute outfits and innocent smiles that you bless people with on a daily basis. And as Jungkook tells you how much he wants his good girl to cum, and goes on about the things he'd like to do to you, you cum with a soft whimper of his name, little moans filling the shower. Your legs tremble and you are lucky that Jungkook has a safe hold on you. ,,You're always so pretty when you cum, babe," he coos, pressing kisses over your neck. ,,Hmph, I love the way you squeeze me so tight, fuck." You put your hands against the cold wall again, trying to arch your back a bit more while he still has you anchored against his chest. His hand around your throat moves down to your ass, palming the swell of your cheek while he puts pressure on your back with his other one and forces you to bend over a little. ,,I'm gonna cum," he says, voice gentle and focused on the way your awfully tight walls quaver around his girth. ,,Gonna cum all over your pretty ass, you want that?" ,,Yes, please," you answer ardently. ,,Beg for it, let me hear how badly you want my cum." It's a little hard focusing on concentrating when you're still dealing with the aftershocks of your orgasm, however, hearing Jungkook's desperate voice combined with the softest moans he utters is making you want to obey everything that comes out of his mouth. ,,I want you to cum for me, Gguk. Want you to shoot all of it on my ass and rub it into my skin." You gasp when his thrusts become slower, but reach deeper inside. ,,P-please, I want it so bad, I'm a slut for your cum." He chuckles smugly behind you. ,,You're so right, babe. A cumslut, that's what you are." ,,Y-your cumslut!" ,,All mine," he agrees. His nails dig into your skin, leaving another trail of marks behind. You're certain that your body will be left with so many more marks by the end of the week. Jungkook pulls back, jerking off his cock over your ass in hasty strokes. The sounds he elicits make your pussy clench around nothing. You love how whiny he gets when he's close and how he still manages to sound manly at the same time. You feel his hot cum sticking to your skin. He curses and moans and coats your ass full with his seed, making a mess. Slapping his cock against the swell of your ass a couple of times he strokes the last few droplets out of him. You look over your shoulder, smiling when you see him at the peek of exhaustion. Sweaty strands of hair hang over his head. A few drops running down his neck, down to his chest. You don't know if you should be happy or regretful for not seeing how hot he looked like while fucking you. Jungkook reaches over and you think he'll kiss you, but he stops in front of your face. Suddenly, cold water starts pouring from above you. ,,Jungkook!" you squeak. You cling onto his biceps, looking for protection. ,,I didn't bring any clothes!" He just giggles, pushing you back beneath the stream of water.

~ that one evening when i waited till the end but then you showed up with someone else ,,I still don't understand why you are not going with Chanyeol, y/n." You swear, if you are going to hear that sentence one more time, you're going to storm out of this house. ,,It's weird going to prom with my ex." Your dad stares at you. He will never understand. He isn't even trying to understand. It's frustrating. ,,Why did you guys break up?" your dad asks, crossing his arms over his chest. You always answered with something like "it's none of your business" but maybe if you tell him the actual reason he'll let go of this topic. ,,We came to the conclusion that we're better off as friends." ,,Friends? I don't hear you hanging out with him." You groan. ,,Y/n, come here. Let me do you hair!"  Luckily your mum calls for you, rescuing you from your insensitive and narrow-minded dad. You leave the living room, walking down the hall to your room. ,,Curls, right?" Your mum asks as you sit down in front of your dressing table. ,,Yeah." As your mum starts curling your hair with the straightener, you try to not think about the one thing that's been bugging you for the whole day now. ,,So, where's that boy you were so sure of asking you out for prom?" Of course your mother wouldn't grant you one moment of piece. ,,Don't know." You don't want to think about it. Don't want to give your hopes up. ,,Did he text you?" ,,No." ,,Are you still waiting?" ,,Yes." Your mother sighs. Looking at you through the mirror as she stops her work on your hair. ,,Honey, I don't think he will ask you out anymore." The soothing voice of your mum reminds you of all the other times she used this tone on you. She is trying to console you. She thinks that you are being naive for still believing that there is a chance of him asking you. You hate it. You hate it so much. ,,He will." ,,Maybe you should call Chanyeol-" ,,I don't want to go with Chanyeol," you interrupt sternly. ,,Dad and you are literally the same. How many time do I have to repeat myself?" Your mum doesn't reply anything to that. Simply goes back to styling your hair. Your parents are the only thing frustrating you. Right now thinking about Jungkook is equally as frustrating. You have no idea why he didn't ask you out yet. You even asked if he had a date a few weeks ago because you were getting too impatient and he said no. You were working on the biology project when you asked him. After he replied, you wanted to say that you didn't have a date either and perhaps get him to ask you out that way, but before you could have responded to him, he cut you off and said that you should get back on working. He never did that before. Usually he is the one talking and joking and flirting, and you always scold him for being too distracting. So you waited. Weeks and weeks went by. And he never asked you. And now it's junior prom day. Hope was still there, but by each passing hour your hope gets crumpled by the disappointment slowly assailing it. But it's fine. He'll ask you out. You're sure of that. ~ Two hours pass. The long, claret-coloured material of your prom dress graces your figure. A sign of life from Jungkook still missing. You're clinging onto the reason that Jungkook might be too anxious to ask you out the usual way, because maybe he is afraid of meeting your parents - them being snobby and pretentious isn't a secret in town - and instead opts for asking you out in school? At this point you're just trying to justify the absolute silence coming from him, your parents being annoying as ever and your mind is stuffed with so many things at once, you're thankful for yourself for not going crazy yet. ,,Let me call Chanyeol's dad," your dad announces and fishes his phone out of his pocket. ,,Wha- why would you call his dad?" you ask wide-eyed, shooting a worried look to your mother, but she doesn't attempt stopping him. ,,To ask if he has a date. You are being absolutely ridiculous for waiting for an insignificant and mediocre guy -

who has an alcohol addict as a father, I may note - to ask you out on the prom day!" Your dad glares at you from across the kitchen island. Your mum standing next to him. You sit there, nails digging into your palm to compensate the anger building up in you. ,,What has Jungkook's father to do with all this?!" He looks up from his phone. ,,Do you think a boy who only had a mother to grow up with, was raised well? I hear the stories about him, y/n. Don't think I'm a fool." ,,I heard some pretty awful stories about him too," your mum confesses. She didn't want to talk badly about him - seeing that you talked with heart shaped eyes about him - but the worry about him not being an appropriate partner for prom lingered around her mind for too long now. Rumours in this small town are quick to get spread. Gossip is the only thing keeping this town alive. Disgusting, but people love to talk. Especially when it's about other people. They don't care if the rumours are true either, their focus is solely fixed on getting their boring life entertained by the misfortune of others. ,,What rumours?" ,,He beat up a kid in school," your father replies. ,,Don't play stupid, miss. You visit the same school as Jungkook." You roll your eyes. ,,Every guy beats up someone in high-school. That's nothing serious." You're glad that they apparently don't know that Jungkook had a fight with Chanyeol. To this day you don't know how and why it happened, but they had a disagreement at football practice, which led up to a fight between them. ,,Don't glorify that boy's actions just because other people do it too," your dad grunts. ,,Jungkook is the sweetest guy ever. If you would actually know him, you wouldn't say those things about him." ,,Honey, a boy can act the nicest and most respectful to you ever, you'll never know his true self," your mum tells. ,,You're both judging a boy you've never met, by other people's rumours and prejudices." ,,Sweetie, we're only doing this, because we want to protect you." Your mother puts an empathetic smile on her face. ,,I- I actually didn't want to say this, but I heard he does drugs too." ,,You're not going with him," you father instantly shoots. ,,You just heard that, mum. You don't know." ,,Stop protecting that boy, y/n. The rumours flying around town are always true." Your dad's jaw twitches. He's getting angrier with every defensive sentence coming from you. ,,They are not true. They are twisted lies to make other people look bad. You both should know by now," you spit. ,,I'm calling Chanyeol's dad now." The glare that your dad sends your way causes shivers scuttling down your spine. You want to dissappear. But as your father taps on his display a few times, fear creeps up your body. ,,D-dad, don't to that! You'd embarrass yourself if Chanyeol has someone to go with. Don't ask his dad, please." At that, your father perks up, thumb hovering over the call button. Your words make him rethink his decision. Eventually, he puts his phone back into his pocket. Of course he would only listen if it has something to do with his reputation. He didn't care if he'd embarrass you. He never cared about your feelings. You shake your head, scoffing at your parents actions. ,,All you both care about is your reputation. You don't care about your daughter having to go to prom alone, the only thing you're truly worrying about is people talking behind your backs, talking shit about how pathetic this family is." ,,Y/n!" your mum utters in disbelief. ,,Watch your tone!" ,,But it's true!" ,,I don't know where you got that assumption from, but it's false. Why would you ever think that way about us?" Your father levels you with a cold, disappointed look. ,,Where I got that from? Tell me, what's the reason why you want me to be with Chanyeol so badly?" you question, crossing your arms. You impatiently wait for an answer, but before he got the chance to reply, you say something sooner. ,,Because his dad is the CEO of that big company you want to make deals with, isn't that so?

You don't care about me, you don't care about Chanyeol - you only care about money and your business!" ,,Honey, this goes too far. Don't be disrespectful to your dad when he is only trying to provide for our family." You stand up. Your sick of hearing your mum and dad disavowing the most obvious things. ,,I'm going," you announce. ,,Don't know when I'll be back. Maybe I'll stay over at Sooyoung's." You have a scratchy feeling in your throat. You're not used to talk that clamorously. ,,Be thankful I'm still letting you go, despite your impudent behaviour, y/n," your dad says. ,,I wasn't being rude. You're just talking badly about someone you've never met! Jungkook is nice and I like him!" You don't care about his reply to that, walking out of the kitchen and aiming for the front door. You need to get out of this sick house right now. ,,You are not going to prom with Jungkook, y/n!" You whirl around. ,,I fucking know!" you yell. ,,How could I when he never bothered to ask me!" ,,Don't talk to me like-" You don't hear the rest of his sentence. You storm out of the house, door falling shut with a loud bang, and get into your car. Crying seems tempting as you stare ahead, streets glimmering in the sunset glow, all empty and lonely. But you didn't do your make-up for an hour to ruin it because of a moronic reason - your moronic parents. So you start you engine and drive to school. Motivated by the excitement that unfolds inside of you whenever Jungkook flashes through your mind. He will ask you. You are certain. ~ ,,Jimin is such an idiot," Sooyoung complains and stares back at Jimin's car where he talks with one of his friends. ,,What's wrong?" you ask, eyes roaming over the whole parking lot to find that one person. ,,He is wearing a black suit!" ,,What's wrong about that?" ,,I told him to wear a dark blue one, so we could match, but that stupid fool spilled juice all over it." She groans. That makes you take a look at Jimin as well, and, yes, he is wearing a black suit indeed. ,,Don't worry, black goes well with your dress too," you say, glancing at her midnight blue dress. ,,I can't even be mad at him, because he looks too cute." You laugh. If Sooyoung has a hard time staying mad at you, then she truly sees you as someone important in her life. ,,You're so whipped for him." ,,Where's Jungkook?" she suddenly asks, annoyance lacing her voice again. Craning her neck she scans all the people standing in the parking area. ,,Didn't see him yet." ,,I swear, if he isn't going to ask you out, I'm gonna fight his stupid ass for that." ,,Who's ass are you going to fight?" Jimin asks when he's suddenly next to Sooyoung, a hand wrapped around her waist. ,,No one's," you clarify. ,,You looks very pretty, by the way." He says, sending you one of his charming smiles. ,,Oh, uh - thank you."  Heat prickles your cheeks. Sooyoung nudges his side with her elbow. ,,Where's my compliment?" she sulks. ,,I already complimented you." ,,You think one compliment is enough?" she says scandalised. ,,Well, then where's my compliment?" ,,You wore the wrong suit, Jimin. Don't even start." ,,You aren't going to compliment me because of a stupid colour?" Jimin scoffs. ,,The colour of our outfits is important you dingus!" ,,Then compliment me about my hair?" he lightly touches the styled strands that fall over his forehead in the most elegant way you've ever seen. ,,I want to the barber to get this hairstyle." ,,I'm amazed by your efforts Jimin, really," Sooyoung rolls her eyes. ,,But why not put that much effort in the outfit, hm?" They continue their bickering even when you start walking towards the gym. You listen to their petty fight with a half smile. It's when you're only a few metres away from the big gym entrance - that's when you see Jungkook. A casual outfit, black suit and tie, forehead covered by his brown bangs and grasping a rose with one hand. It's simple, but your stomach is filled with butterflies. He stands there, eyes wandering over the crowd of

people. He's waiting for someone. You swallow. This is your chance. You square your shoulders, back straighter now, and concentrate on not tripping over your heels. You don't care that someone brushes past you, almost nudging you to the side with how fast and close they're walking. You just have one boy in mind. For a second you look back at Sooyoung and Jimin but both of them are caught up in their petty fights and don't pay much attention to you. It was just a second, really, just a quick glance over your shoulders, but when you look ahead again, your heart feels like it's going to combust. A girl - Hanna you think her name is - is now with Jungkook, the rose he kept in his hand now placed in hers. And the radiant smile on her glossy lips is nearly making you trip. You gulp. All the disappointment, hurt, ache, shame and embarrassment down your throat. He wasn't waiting for you. What a silly thought to even believe in. You tell thought you'd have a chance with him. All the times he was teasing and flirting with you made you assume he had a thing for you. But you were a fool to think that. Maybe that's just his normal way to talk to girls. Maybe you weren't special after all. ~ Sooyoung tried to make this night as endurable as possible for you. A "he's here with someone else" from you and a look into your sad eyes was enough for her to give Jungkook a slap on the face. You don't know if you actually support her actions, but to be completely truthful, you feel hurt and it gave you a tiny bit of satisfaction to see his nonplussed face afterwards. You actually had a decent time with Sooyoung and Jimin and other friends, despite feeling so down at first. Chanyeol showed up with some girl from the cheerleading team. It didn't hurt seeing him with someone else. You're over him. But you felt ache starting to bloom inside your chest when the slow dancing started and you just sat there, watching the crowd dance with their partners all intimately. That's when you felt tears sitting behind your eyes that were threatening to spill the more your thoughts would dwell on the upsetting conflicts you faced today. Your feelings were a mess and so you decided to hide in the bathroom stall for a bit before your calmed down enough to see people again. You feel pathetic. You should be out there and be happy. But instead you're in a bathroom stall crying because you can't control your emotions and you're just too sensitive for everything. The small bathroom stall starts to feel suffocating so you get outside, but not before fixing your make up in the mirror. You walk around the school campus till you catch sight of Jungkook. Seeing Jungkook leisurely lean against the wall of the old and tall school building makes something switch inside you. You don't feel as sad as before. Which is confusing, considering how disappointed he made you after realising that he chose another girl over you. But he's alone right now. And you are alone too. And you'd liked to stay with him. You're so focused on calming your breaths and trying to force a little smile up your face, to not look like you just had a mental break down in the school bathroom, to notice the way he hurriedly throws a small thing on the floor and crushes it with his shoe sole. You stroll towards him, careful to not trip over your long dress. When your leaning against the wall next to him you're able to smell is scent. Weirdly, it comforts you. ,,Did you cry?" he asks cautiously, eyes tinted in concern as he studies your flush cheeks, red nose and glassy eyes. You take a deep, exhausted breath. ,,I just hate my parents sometimes." Your voice is thick. The crying undeniably apparent. ,,Had a fight with them?" ,,Kinda," you shrug. ,,But that's nothing new." ,,Do, uh, do you want me to drive you home?" ,,No, it's fine. I'm fine. It's all good know." He takes a look at you to see if you're actually fine, but the dazzling smile on your face makes it impossible to see through. He doesn't know if you're pretending right now, but he thinks that

there might be a reason as to why you'd be doing that, so he decides to not ask further. ,,Do you like her?" Jungkook looks a bit confused at first, not understanding who you are referring to. ,,Oh? Oh, Hanna? Uhm no. I don't like like her." ,,Then why did you ask her out for prom?" ,,She seems nice." You sink your teeth into your lip, gaze dropping down to his chest. Looking into his innocent face is too hard when he practically tells you that someone who just "seems nice" is a better option than you, someone he has been flirting for weeks now - and yet, he's more interested in going out with her, a girl you've never even saw him talking to. ,,I thought you'd be coming with Chanyeol." You furrow your eyebrows and drift your eyes up. ,,Why would you think that?" Jungkook swallows, stumbling over his words. ,,Don't know, you both are still friends, so I assumed you'd come together." ,,Well, he's still my ex and it'd be weird to go to prom together."  You still didn't exactly understand why Chanyeol asked you, the answer to his question should've been obvious to him. ,,Yeah," Jungkook nods. ,,You're right." ,,I actually waited for someone to ask me, but he didn't." You sigh, leaning your head back against the cold wall of the school building. Jungkook frowns. How could the most beautiful girl not get asked by the guy she wanted to? He thought at least every boy in school tried to ask you. ,,So why didn't you ask him?" Jungkook jokes, trying to uplift the mood when he notices the disappointment lingering in your eyes. You give him a small smile. ,,Didn't want to embarrass myself." ,,What are you talking about? Everyone would feel honoured to get asked by you." You roll your eyes. ,,Stop saying stuff to make me feel better." ,,But it's working," he teases, raising his brows to prove his point. You're biting away your grin, swatting his biceps. ,,You're impossible!" ,,I'm probably the most delightful company you're gonna get tonight, sweetheart." ,,That's actually sad," you say. Jungkook clicks his tongue. ,,You're mean." ,,No, I mean like, it's sad because everyone else in this building is not nice and there are douchebags everywhere." ,,I'm gonna tell Sooyoung." You level him with an unimpressed look. ,,You don't even like her." ,,She just slapped me in the face! Of course I don't like her!" he exclaims offended. ,,Yeah...about that, I'm really sorry." ,,I'd really like to know for what I deserved that." Jungkook rubs his cheek with his hand, the memory of Sooyoung's palm colliding with his face making him grimace. ,,Right? Me too," you lie. ,,Aw come on, you're both practically the same person. Don't tell me you don't know what that was for," he accuses and now completely turns to you, taking a step forward. ,,I really don't know," you lie again, staring into his eyes and hardly trying to not look away to not make you look suspicious. But when he takes another step into your direction - the proximity between you two suddenly an inch apart - you find yourself getting perplexed with the close proximity and it's like every thought you had in mind gets washed away by one bat of his eyelashes. There's just Jungkook in your head. Nothing else. And maybe that's all you need. Jungkook raises his arm, his hand cupping your cheek. You gulp the sudden dryness of your mouth away, heart drumming in your chest. He slowly drags his hand up your face, thumb wiping the skin right below the outer corner of your eye, his focus set on that small spot he rubs with his digit. You stop breathing altogether. Your heartbeat skips a nervous beat. It's possible that you may pass out from lack of oxygen. ,,Your makeup," he explains, almost whispering. ,,The...mascara? Was a bit smudged here." His hand lingers on your face for a while before he withdraws his arm completely, but he continues standing close to you, doesn't intend on taking a step back. ,,T- thank you." You offer him a little appreciative smile, heart still fluttering from the small gesture. ,,No problem." He

doesn't smile back, but keeps his eyes locked on your orbs, looking at you like you're something magical, something rare and utterly gorgeous. Jungkook looks so handsome. His face glows in the dim lights that the poor street lamps provide for you. The urge to kiss those plump lips suddenly arises within you and you can't prevent yourself from staring at his mouth. You'd  have to bend a little forward - your heels high enough that you don't have to get on your tiptoes to reach him - and you'd be able to seal your mouth with his. But then Jungkook takes a step back and it's over. He goes back to leaning against the wall. You notice the faint hint of an amusement smile and have to bite back a smile that would've filled your cheeks. Your phone rings in your purse. Sooyoung is calling you. ,,Sooyoung?" you say after answering the phone. ,,Did you leave?" ,,No, I went outside for a little while." ,,Oh, are you okay?" ,,I'm fine, just needed some fresh air," you reply. ,,And maybe I got a little bored watching you guys slow dance," you laugh. She giggles. ,,But now you missed me picking up a fight with a girl." ,,What?" You almost yell. ,,Why did you pick up a fight?" ,,She interrupted Jimin and me in the middle of dancing and asked if she could dance with him for a bit! The audacity she has? He's my date, not hers." You roll your eyes. ,,I bet Jimin enjoyed watching two girls fight over him." ,,Definitely. Maybe a little too much." She pauses, then says. ,,Are you coming back inside?" You drift your eyes to Jungkook, and it's like he can feel your stare, because he turns his head and looks at you as well. You hesitate before you answer. But when you see the stars in his eyes lighting up the longer he looks at you, you know what you want. ,,Uh, no, I think I'm going to stay here for a little longer." Talking while keeping your gaze on his star filled eyes is hard, but it's like a magnetic force keeping your gaze fixed on his. A shy small forms on his face when you look at each other that lovingly, your face twisted in a replica of his. You hang up. ,,Should I be concerned that Sooyoung apparently picked up a fight with a girl?" You shake your head. ,,Not at all." Both of you laugh and you feel the exact moment when all of the negative emotions that you carried inside you heart fade and instead gets filled with giddiness and flurry. And just like many other times, you are stunned by the effect that Jeon Jungkook has over you. In all honesty, this was not how you always imagined your first prom to go like, but at least you've got to spend it with the person you wished to spend it with.

~ y/n 8:13 pm hiii

jk <3 8:15 pm hey

y/n 8:15 pm my parents aren't home went on a date jk <3 8:15 pm that's nice y/n 8:15 pm duh you wanna come over? jk <3 8:15 pm why not tell me you wanna fuck from the beginning on y/n 8:15 pm well i was trying to be nice and not rude jk <3 8:15 pm i'd be out of my house a minute earlier if you wouldn't beat around the bush y/n 8:16 pm youre on your way already? jk <3 8:16 pm yeah y/n 8:16 pm cool jk <3 8:16 pm is the window open? y/n 8:16 pm always Ten minutes later Jungkook climbs through your bedroom window. Peculiarly, your heart flitters in a silly manner as you take in Jungkook in his dazzling splendour. ,,Still looks exactly the same in here," Jungkook comments, eyes wandering around your room. It's true, the room you grew up in didn't change. Every piece of furniture, decoration and posters that you hung up your wall are at the exact same spot. The only thing looking a little vacant is your bookshelf. It's not filled to the maximum with every book that you own anymore. There is quite some space left after you brought your favourite books with you to Los Angeles. ,,Feels like I went back in time to three years ago," he says, still eyeing your soft coloured and innocent looking room. Strangely, a feeling of comfort ambles up his back as he slowly realises that he hasn't been in this room for three years. Though you both haven't spent a lot of time in here, it still sparks up these innocent and long forgotten moments in the early stages of your relationship. ,,So it's not weird to do this?" you ask, closing the distance and giving him a short kiss. ,,Not at all," he whispers against your mouth. His arms naturally fall around your waist. You grin, standing on your tiptoes to go for another kiss. This time he doesn't allow you to pull back though, his hand on the back of your head keeps your lips sealed with his. With his other hand groping your ass through your short summer dress the kisses become more frantic and fierce. It's only when you feel the back of your knees colliding with your bed that you realise Jungkook had been slowly pushing you back while he was busy roaming his tongue around yours. Coaxing the smallest moans out of you. You let yourself fall on your bed, crawling back till you feel your pillows beneath your head. With Jungkook between your spread legs your fingers roam over his body. Fingers sweep over his buff arms, broad shoulders and muscular back. You pull his t-shirt, waiting for him to take the hint and remove it to give you access to his perfectly build body, but Jungkook moved on to your neck, his lips locked on your skin like he does not plan on leaving that place. ,,Don't leave marks." Your fingers move through his fluffy hair. Jungkook utters a sound of complain. ,,There are already marks from yesterday there," he reasons. Sucking on your flesh between his plush lips right after. ,,Yeah, and my parents gave me sceptic glares when they saw that." You give him a gentle kick with your foot on his back to make him stop. ,,So what's the matter if they already saw it?" he mumbles, that wicked tongue of his licking over the freshly made mark. ,,See, this looks so pretty on you." A proud and cocky smile flashes across his lips as his thumb brushes over his work. ,,Fuck me and you get to suck as many hickeys on my neck as you want to," you propose, tugging at his t-shirt again. Jungkook won't let you having to say that twice. A moment later he is off the bed, taking off all of his clothes. You remove your light purple dress, that's embroidered with little flowers all over it, from your body and toss it through the room. Before you get the chance to remove your underwear, Jungkook looms over you again. ,,I like these," he compliments, digits trailing over the soft material of your bra. It's rose laced bra that makes your tits look so divine and full. ,,It's cute, right?" Jungkook only finds himself nodding. The light pink lace hugging your curves is so mesmerising, he isn't able to say anything coherent. He gets ripped out of his

thoughts when he feels your hand around his hard cock. A low moan forces its way out of his throat when you rub his head. ,,Going to fuck you in your cute outfit, yeah?" One hand up your tits, kneading your heavy flesh, he starts rocking his hips into your palm. ,,I thought of you when I put these on," you confess, eyes lighting up in success when you see him visibly swallowing at your words. ,,Fuck." He spreads your legs further to make more room for himself. ,,Did you think of me fucking you in this?" You nod with a sheepish bite of your lips. ,,Just look at that," Jungkook smirks. Fingers sliding over the wet patch on your panties. You gasp, the flimsy and thin thing covering your pussy barely doing its job. ,,You still didn't get enough of me, did you?" ,,I could never." Your hand which was around his cock falls limb on the bed when Jungkook tugs your panties to the side and caresses your bare pussy with his digit. ,,You're already soaking my fingers," he says, slipping his index in. You whine, toes curling. ,,Want to feel your cock," you pout. ,,Let me prep your first, babe." You shake your head, grabbing his wrist before he can put another finger into you. ,,Want to feel your cock stretching me out." You bat your eyelashes. ,,Please?" He sighs, withdrawing his fingers from you. Jungkook can't resist you, especially with that look on your face. Pumping his now hard cock a few times he starts to stroke the tip over your wet cunt, aligning himself on your entrance. Hands on your hips, he slowly pushes past your lips and gingerly buries himself inside. You welcome the stretch and the burn that comes with it, sighing pleased when his tip gets as deep as he can. You palm your breast, wrapping your legs around Jungkook's waist. He watches your hand playing with your tit. He still has to grasp that you put on this sexy lingerie just for him. His hips clash against your body, moving in a fast pattern. Jungkook doesn't know where to keep his eyes at, your soft pussy taking all of his cock, your fingers flicking at your harden nub or your eyes rolling back when pleasure overtakes you. Wherever he settles his eyes on, his cock throbs with satisfaction. You draw Jungkook's attention to your lips when you teeth sink into your plush bottom lip. He brushes his thumb over it and you release your lip. Teasingly, you dart your tongue out, giving his thumb a little lick with amused eyes. He proceeds to put one finger inside you mouth and you willingly close your mouth, circling your tongue around his digit. His other hand is bruising your waist with his fingers and he starts hammering your pussy faster. The moans he feels around his finger inside your mouth drives him crazy. You grab his wrist and make him retrieve his finger from your mouth, placing his hand on your throat instead. ,,Fuck, you're such a slut, aren't you, babe?" He groans, pressing onto your throat at the right places to make your mind all fuzzy. ,,Only for you." You tug at your nipple when you feel his big, tattooed hand around your neck. He leans down, kissing down the valley of your tits. You tug your bra down for him, allowing him to kiss, lick and suck all he wants. ,,Need you deeper, Jungkook," you say. ,,Turn around for me, babe," he tells you. ,,Lay flat on your tummy." You do as he tells you. Jungkook pulls one of the couple pillows that are perched against the headboard of your bed, placing it beneath your stomach. He slides his cock back inside and oh fuck, his dick is so so deep and brushing your g-spot just perfectly. ,,God, this is good, Jungkook. So damn good, ohh." Jungkook's balls hitting you over and over again rings through the room. The wet sounds your pussy produces get louder the more Jungkook pounds you from behind. You love feeling him as deep as possible. His palms skim over your back and goose bumps bloom on your skin right after. Brushing your hair to one shoulder he starts licking a stripe up your neck. ,,Not too many," you warn. ,,Hm?" He nibbles at your earlobe. ,,Hickeys. Not

too many, please." ,,Okay, I promise, my angel." Mouth back on

your neck he sucks your skin between his lips. You feel so good like this. There are sparks of pleasure in every corner of your body and they engorge the more Jungkook thrusts his cock inside you in that tempo. You whine, feeling your body get ready for the roll of bliss that will root everywhere inside you. It crashes over you with a small push, coaxing your hands to grip at the sheets beneath you to not get overwhelmed by the intense feeling. ,,That's my girl," Jungkook praises. Giving your neck little smooches. He fucks you through your high and you're certain that you see the stars behind your closed eyelids. ,,Want to ride me?" You nod lazily, slowly getting up with Jungkook's help. He sits against the headboard, pulling you by the waist to have you seated on his lap. Your small hands grabs his cock, while your grip his shoulder with your other one. You guide him to your cunt, gradually sinking down on his beautiful cock. You moan in unison, wrapping your arms around his neck. ,,Your pussy is heaven," he mutters. His fists are full with the meat of your ass. You start moving, rocking your hips back and forth first before Jungkook helps you to go up and down on his length. Your tits bounce with every rise of your hips and he unclasps your bra to get a better look at them bouncing in front of his face. He kneads them, circling his tongue around a nipple before he lightly tugs at them with his teeth. You mewl, pulling the hair on the nape of his neck. ,,Just like that. Your hips are a blessing, shit. You're so good," he encourages, face between squished between your big tits. ,,Jungkook." ,,Yeah? Gonna cum again?" He draws circles on your clit when you nod, hand grabbing your face by the cheeks and making you pout by the pressure of his fingers. ,,Be my good girl and coat my cock with all your juices, yeah? Can you do that for me?" Letting his hand fall down to your throat he gives you the chance to speak, but all that bubbles past your lips are curses and whines and moans. Your pleasure intensifies — subtly at first but then it starts to escalate more and more quickly until your whole body tenses with one of the best feelings in the world. Jungkook wraps his arms around you, pushing you down the mattress and hovering over you again. Your high is still sending you into another dimension while he fucks you rough and fast, aiming for his own orgasm. ,,Can I cum on your tits?" he asks, watching them roll with every snap of his hip. ,,Spill your cum all over my tits, Koo," you say, palming them as you talk. He bites back a moan as he hastily pulls his cock from your tight cunt, straddling your waist and pumping it right above your chest. He had other plans in mind, but when he saw your perfectly round tits bounce in front of his face his plans drastically changed. Hot white cum spurts over your breasts and Jungkook whines above you. When he emptied all of his seed on you, you rub some of it into your skin. You swipe your finger across his cum, teasingly holding it in front of his eyes. ,,Want some?" you grin, not even waiting for an actual answer before you put it in your mouth. But Jungkook stops you before you can swallow, pressing his lips on yours. ,,Don't swallow," he demands. ,,Open for me." You open your cum coated mouth and Jungkook spits on your tongue. Before you can close your mouth, he drags his tongue inside, tasting himself and your saliva on your wet muscle. It's so obscene and gross that it turns you on, making your pussy yearn for more. After a couple of seconds of swirling your tongue around each other he lets go of you and allows you to swallow. That night you both fool around some more, Jungkook shows you new things you've never tried before, and you have a lot of fun - well, up until you hear the door open downstairs and your parents entering the house. You've never seen Jungkook put on his clothes that quick before, stumbling over his own feet while changing and making you laugh out loud - the alarmed expression he sent your way only made you giggle louder and

didn't have quite the effect he wanted to achieve. And then he hopped out of your window before you could give him a proper good night kiss.

~ that one afternoon when you said those magic words to me ,,Hey." Jungkook's soft voice rings through your ear, his velvety tone making your heart flutter with giddiness. He nudges your cheek with his nose. Your eyes trail off of the words in your book and you avert your gaze at his radiant face. Jungkook glows today, he looks ethereal and stunning every single day, but today he shines like the stars at night. ,,I love you." A moment of silence passes by. I love you, I love you, I love you. Your brain repeats his words for what feels like an eternity. He said it. And your heart is teeming with love for him too. ,,I love you," you say back. Jungkook didn't expect you to say it back. He only said it because you looked so cute lying down on the towel, completely enraptured in reading your romance book, a sheepish smile adorning your face every time you come across a soppy line in the book. Usually he is able to maintain an unaffected disguise while his chest is brimming with adoration for you and thinks about other stuff to distract himself, but today he couldn't pretend. Today he couldn't suppress the impulse of telling you how much he loves you. And then it just happened. But it seems like you enjoyed hearing it. Jungkook knows that you are trying to hide it, but you don't know that he is aware of every emotion that crosses you, despite your attempts of hiding it. Maybe he is crazy, too obsessed with studying every change of reaction from you, but he can't take his eyes off you whenever you're with him. Can't stop himself from gawking at every little detail you have to offer. You're too precious, too adorable, too loveable. He never felt so deeply for another person. Jungkook thinks that he never met a person like you before. You are the perfect match for each other. He hopes he doesn't need to meet someone else that fits him so perfectly in the future. Because in Jungkook's world you are his future. Jungkook smiles, and his face is like the sun. He bops his nose with yours, bunny smile on display. ,,I love you," he repeats. A giddy smile tugs on your lips. ,,I love you." And suddenly Jungkook leans forward, catching your lips in a heated kiss. Your book slips down to your side as Jungkook catches you off guard when he hovers over you, moving his lips against yours in a fierce way. The trees rustle in the background, the laughter from your friends, who are playing in the water, reaches you, but Jungkook and you couldn't care less about your surroundings. The sloppy sounds of your hungry lips seeking each other mouths sounds like a beautiful melody in your ears. His tongue dips into your mouth, slowly dancing around yours before moving on to sucking your lower lip. You moan softly, spreading your legs a little when he bites your lip. His hand skims down to your thigh and he rubs over your soft skin, over and over again. You love him, you love this boy so much that it aches in your chest. Without much self control you allow your hands to roam over his broad shoulders. The feeling of his buff body on your fingers elicits little sparkles of fire to burn though your veins. Making you hotter with every passing second that you can feel him with your touch. It prickles. Starting from your toes to your head. You tell yourself that it's the sun beaming down on you, but when you feel that particular warmth arising between your legs, you can't blame it on the sun anymore. His hands are now grasping the doughy skin on your waist. He stops your little make out session to whisper another I love you against your lips. And you pull him closer by his neck to answer him. And then he kisses you again, with the exact same amount of energy and determination as when he started, because there's no better thing in the world than hearing the person your world revolves around returning your love. (And maybe he is also driven by the fact that your body feels so good under his hands and with every minute passing gets more passionate for you. But he likes to keep it in the more

romantic way.) But soon enough the moment is over. ,,Hey! Get a room!" Taehyung shouts from the lake, throwing a small beach ball in your direction. ,,We're not doing anything!" you argue. ,,I bet you a hundred dollars that Jungkook had other plans in mind." Jungkook has a shy grin plastered on his face. You giggle at his expression. ,,Now both of you come in! We wanna play water volleyball," Taehyung says. ,,Oh, and please bring the ball with you." Jungkook places another smooch on your kiss. And then your cheek. And then your nose before he finally stands up again, taking you with him in the process. He fixes the strap of your bikini top before intertwining your hands. ,,Go and get it yourself," you tease as Jungkook and you walk over to the lake. Taehyung groans. ,,You both are annoying." Jungkook's only reaction is giving him the middle finger. Taehyung should fuck off, he doesn't know what it feels like to be in love - and not just in love, that's an understatement - Taehyung doesn't know how it feels like to be in love with you.

~

You love the lake. That's why you've got immediately excited when Sooyoung told you that the guys were planning a little party by the lake in the evening. While everyone else was still getting the alcohol out of their cars and prepping some things up, you decided to stay with Jungkook on his towel that he laid out in the grass, in front of the lake. He was already lying down when you arrived here. And without even opening his eyes he accepted you lifting his arm up and making room for yourself to snuggle up at his side. No one sends a weird glance at the both of you. For them it was obvious that you would end up together when you'd visit because, well, Jungkook and you are inseparable. You're meant for each other. Though you saw Jungkook today already - he took you out to watch a movie at the movie theatre - it feels like decades have past since you last saw him. ,,You smell different," you say. That was the first thing you noticed when you snuggled to his side. You crane your neck and look at him, flushing when you notice he had been already staring at you. ,,I smoked before I came here." ,,Is that why your pupils are dilated so much?" You tilt your head upwards and take a glance at his eyes. ,,Did you ever hear that pupils dilate when you look at someone you're in love with?" He says as he looks down at you. Your heart throbs at his use of the L-word. You ignore it, too scared to inquire more about his feelings. ,,Uh, y-yeah. I think I heard it somewhere." You hide your face in his chest. That wasn't what you expected. A resentful feeling blooms in Jungkook's chest. He hoped for a different reaction. His fault though, he should have foreseen it. You try to forget what he just told you, despite your whole body yearning for his words. Yearning to return them. But you both shouldn't be doing this. ,,Last one to get into the lake is a looser!" Taehyung suddenly screams, running towards the jetty and jumping into the lake with a huge splash. You smile, dragging yourself up. ,,Come on," you nudge Jungkook's side. You take off your pink and white heart plaid top and shimmy out of your high waist shorts. Jungkook needs to swallow when he takes your bikini in. It's light purple with little daisies printed all over them. He won't even allow himself to think about how beautifully the material hugs your tits and how badly he just wants to rip it off your chest to feel them. He arrives back to reality when he feels your hands moving his shirt up his body. He helps you, taking his t-shirt completely off. When you're both ready to get into the lake - and after you stole some glances off his toned chest - you jump into the lake as well. You feel free. As free as never before. And you cling onto that feeling. Keeping it safe inside your heart to never forget it. ~ You're curled up against Jungkook's side, his arm securely wrapped around your body. He whispers something in your ear, making you giggle and swatting his naked chest playfully. ,,God, I'm getting sick of watching you guys. There's literally no difference from now and back when we were high-school students," Sooyoung grimaces and stands up. You roll your eyes. ,,You're just jealous because Ji-" ,,Shut up!" You press your lips together, but can't force the smile away that forms on your mouth. Sooyoung gives you a long glare, before she walks off. ,,What's the matter?" Jungkook asks as soon as he's sure that she won't pick up on your conversation. ,,She has a crush on Jimin, but it's pretty difficult with him, cause...he's flirtatious with everyone. And Sooyoung's trying to make it really obvious that she is flirting with him, but he doesn't really understand it? I don't know, Jimin has a hard time grasping that Sooyoung likes him and she's pretty frustrated with him. I mean, I told her to just talk with him, but she wants to be sure that he has something for her too before she makes a move." ,,Ah, I see. But I think she shouldn't be too upset about it - Jimin definitely has a thing for her too." ,,How would you

know?" ,,Just look at him," Jungkook replies, pointing his chin at Jimin. You avert your gaze from Jungkook's starlight filled eyes to Jimin, who's sitting somewhere near the uncountable glasses and cans of alcohol. His eyes are fixated on Sooyoung, who is occupied with talking to Taehyung, a small - you have to squint your eyes to really catch it - smile curving his mouth. He watches her intently, looking like he can't force his eyes off of her. ,,Oh my god," you mumble, shocked about how unsuspecting you were all this time about something apparently so obvious. ,,But don't tell her yet, she should suffer and get more frustrated before she knows." ,,Why do you still feel hatred towards my best friend?!" Your brows pinch as you look up to him, ready to fight Jungkook if he says something wrong. ,,She slapped me at junior prom!" ,,She had a good reason to!" you defend your best friend. ,,Fuck, I'm never going to forgive myself for not asking you out." Jungkook shakes his head, still crestfallen about his decisions back in high school. ,,Me too," you sulk. Just a couple minutes later Chanyeol and Taehyung sit down next to you both and you instantly fall into a pleasant conversation with them. ,,Hey, Jungkook," Chanyeol says, after you talked about that one math teacher in high-school that had a not so secret affair with one of the students. You confessed that you actually found him hot too, and maybe daydreamed about him when you had his class and all three of them gave you sideway glances. ,,Hm?" He doesn't look at Chanyeol, more interested in squeezing your bare hip and whispering everything but innocent stuff in your ear. ,,You never told me why you didn't take the scholarship." Jungkook stops his teasing as soon as he hears those words and looks over at Chanyeol with hesitant eyes. ,,A scholarship?" you ask confused. You've never heard Jungkook getting a scholarship before. Taehyung remains silent. ,,I just didn't feel like it anymore," Jungkook replies. And though you have no clue what this is about, he doesn't seem quite convincing. A surprised laughter bubbles from Chanyeol's lips. ,,Bro, that was a huge thing! You can't tell me that you just didn't feel like it anymore. You've worked so hard to get there and then you didn't take the chance all of a sudden." ,,What scholarship are you talking about?" You look at Chanyeol. You feel like he would give you more answers than Jungkook. Perhaps because you feel him slowly slipping away from your tangled bodies and sits more upright, creating a small distance. ,,He got a scholarship for one of the top football teams, and he didn't take it." You turn your head to Jungkook, mouth agape in shock. ,,When?" ,,In senior year," Chanyeol answers. ,,Wait, why didn't you take that opportunity?" you ask, but Jungkook shrugs it off. ,,I just answered that." And with that he pushes your arms off his body. He stands up and strolls away. He joins Namjoon who is busying himself with mixing alcohol together. You stare after him, a bit dumbfounded at his abrupt occurrence of aloofness. ,,You didn't know about it?" Chanyeol questions and you shake your head. ,,Weird..." He never told you. For whatever reason. ,,Maybe y'all shouldn't ask him about stuff he clearly doesn't want to talk about," Taehyung speaks up before getting up too and joining Jungkook. You feel left out, perhaps even a little hurt, and can't seem to find a reason why Jungkook would ever hide something so big from you. ~ You're drunk. With Jungkook not being on your side you got a little bored. No offense to your other friends, but you just needed something to lift up your mood a little. And now you're on a hunt to find Jungkook. Well, not quite a hunt, because he's literally standing a few metres away from you, talking to Namjoon. ,,Koo," you whine. You hug his arm, boobs pressing against him as you look up at him with a pout. You cut him off in the middle of his sentence. He heaves a little sigh and sneaks an arm around your waist. ,,What is it?"

,,Missed you." ,,I was here the whole time, babe." ,,But you were talking with him," - you point your chin at Namjoon - ,,And not me." ,,I didn't think you'd need my company. You seemed to have a lot of fun with Chanyeol back there." You did have fun. But you won't admit that, because even if you're drunk, you're not stupid. You don't want to irritate Jungkook further. ,,Yeah, well, what else am I gonna do if you leave me without another word?" One hand slides to his toned stomach, abs flexing under the brush of your fingers. ,,It's not like you don't see Namjoon everyday in your life anyway..." you sass. Namjoon lifts his palms in surrender. ,,Sorry, didn't know someone wanted some alone time with her boy," he smiles. ,,He's all yours now." He winks at your direction before he leaves. ,,Are you mad at me?" you ask. ,,I'm not mad at you." ,,Kiss me if you aren't mad." You purse your lips. Jungkook smiles a little at your cuteness. Then he leans down, pecking your lips the softest he has ever done. ,,Hey," you complain. ,,A kiss. No peck." You purse your lips again, waiting for his mouth. ,,How do you define a kiss?" ,,Tongue, lots of tongue." He chuckles. ,,You want lots of tongue?" ,,Pretty please." When your mouths clash together, and his tongue dips into your mouth, you couldn't have been more satisfied. They dance around each other, wet muscles exploring already familiar territory. You stand in front of him now. His hand are anchored in the soft curves of your hips, a hand sneakily wandering down to give your ass a good squeeze for a second. You moan lightly, placing your hands on his defined chest. ,,Was that enough tongue?" He breathes against your lips. ,,Uh-huh," you nod, shyly biting your lip. As you look into his face while normalising your breathing again, you can't believe how handsome he is. And then those eyes. God, you'd never get bored of staring into these stunning eyes. It's tragic that you won't get to stare into them for the rest of your life. You cup his face with both your hands. ,,Jungkook," you sigh dreamily, the stars in his eyes twinkling like a greeting. ,,I love..." You pause. Head is spinning, maybe from the alcohol but you think it's rather the beautiful shining orbs that rob your mind from being capable of speaking normal. Jungkook tenses. ,,I love these eyes," you finally finish. He exhales, but not in relief. ,,You drank too much." A tint of worry covers his voice as he looks straight back into your eyes, glancing at you like he is trying to figure something out. ,,Mh, no," you pout. ,,I forgot how...I forgot how beautiful you are." ,,What?" His brows pinch. You don't make any sense. ,,I-I don't like that," you mutter. Your eyes get teary. ,,I don't want to forget anything about you. You're special, Jungkook. You're so special to me." Voice shaking and lips quivering, you cup his face harder, squishing his cheeks. Jungkook grabs your wrist. ,,It's okay. It's okay to forget," Unlike you his voice is soft and not on the verge of almost crying. He tries to comfort you, but his attempt is fruitless. You shake your head. ,,N-no. Not you. Everyone, but you." Your grip loosens. Tears blurring your vision. ,,As long as you keep me in here," - Jungkook places his hand over his heart - ,,it's fine." You reach for your heart. ,,You are in there. Always." With the other hand still on his face your skim your thumb over his bottom lip. ,,Then it's okay if you forget." ,,Yeah?" you ask, hope lingering in your voice. ,,Yeah." ,,I think...I think I'll keep you in here forever," you say, the promise oh so easily falling from your lips. ,,You'll keep me in your heart forever?" He brushes a strand of hair out of your face, a tiny smile forming on his lips. You nod, eyes never leaving his sparkly ones. ,,Am I...Am I in yours too?" you ask hesitantly. Chest tightening as you await his answer. Jungkook furrows his brows. ,,Y/n..." His pitying tone prompts you to drop your gaze down to his chest. Stupid question.

Why did you even bother asking? Of course he is over you. You were his first love, a foolish crush he had on a random girl in his school, nothing more. ,,Do you really think that you've ever left my heart?" Surprised, your eyes trail back to his face. ,,Really?" ,,Really." A giddy smile graces your features. ,,Promise me that I'll stay in your heart forever?" You hold your pinky up. ,,I promise." He holds his up too, and you both do the pinky promise. You like that he didn't hesitate for a second. It makes you feel comforted. ,,Kookie," you say, hand reaching down to hold hands with his, but instead he interlaces his fingers with yours. He hums on your neck, chills sprouting on your skin. ,,Can you take some pictures of me in the lake?" ,,Sure." He gives your neck a smooch, and you tiptoe to peck his cheek in return. He doesn't shy away from giving your ass a good squeeze before moving on with you. Seconds later, you're both in the water. You handed Jungkook your phone and he stepped back a bit to be able to capture your whole figure on the picture. ,,Hold on a sec," he says, strolling back toward you again. Without explaining, he pulls the strap of your bikini top - that unknowingly fell off your shoulder - back on your shoulder. ,,Thank you," you say, batting your eyelashes up at him. He doesn't even notice. He is more focused on fixing your hair, keeping you all pretty for the pictures he is about to take from you. ,,My beautiful girl...," he mumbles, most likely not realising that he said it out loud. A vivacious ripple hurries through you, leading to a warmth that spreads across your skin, though you are standing in cold water. You pose for him and he takes countless of pictures with your phone. He isn't even aware of the smile on his lips. ,,Honestly, you could use all of them," Jungkook says as he hands your phone back. You giggle. Standing next to him and opening the front camera you hold the phone into the air, getting both of you into the frame. His arm is around your waist. Your cheek is pressed against his chest, in the next one you look up at him and then you take one with your lips pressing a soft kiss on his cheek. ,,And you could post all of these," you tell him, putting you phone on top of the jetty. ,,I don't post a lot on Instagram." ,,I know." ,,You know?" ,,Mhm," you simply say. You're drunk, but not stupid enough to tell him about your secret account that you follow him with. You steer the conversation into another direction. ,,Remember when you fucked me here, in the middle of the lake, at like 2 am back then?" Of course Jungkook remembers. How could he ever forget that eventful night? It was hot and steamy, but also clumsy as the both you never did it in the water before. At first Jungkook had to convince you to get into the lake in the middle of the night. You were scared of the dark and scared of the water. But after Jungkook sprung into the lake, complete naked, you soon followed him after he teasingly splashed water on you. It was a fun night, one of those that you'll never forget and that will always put a smile on your face whenever that memory comes back to mind. ,,Yeah, I remember." ,,Wanna do it again?" ,,Hell no, not there are so many people around, and you're drunk." ,,But you look so hot right now, Jungkook. You're making me feel horny." ,,The alcohol is making you horny." ,,Did you see yourself? Buff and big and wet. I bet my pussy is as wet as the lake right now." A scandalised chuckle bubbles from Jungkook's throat. ,,Shit, I didn't know you're that drunk." ,,I want your cock," you demand like a child. ,,Babe, no." ,,You don't like it when other people watch me getting fucked by you?" ,,Of course I don't like that - wait," he pauses, levels you with a curios stare, cocking his head - ,,Do you like getting watched by people?" ,,I don't care as long as your cock is inside me." You shrug. ,,You got an exhibitionism kink?" ,,You got one too!" you defend yourself. ,,Not that I know of?" ,,In the

gym? You totally didn't care that someone could enter the room at any second." ,,Because I knew that no one would visit the gym in the morning." ,,Yeahh, whatever." One hand tantalisingly skims over his chest. You get closer to Jungkook, looking up at his face that's full of doubt. You pepper a few kisses on his collarbone, slowly reaching up to his neck. ,,Wanna fuck me now? I bet they can't see anything from where they are." ,,You really think so?" he asks, uncertainty coating his words as he turns back to casts a glance at your friends. ,,Dunno, wanna find out?" The cheeky grin on your face nearly makes him groan out load. ,,God, babe, you're gonna be the death of me." ,,Don't die before giving me dick one last time," you sulk. You loop your arms around his neck. Jungkook grabs your hips and pulls you up. You instinctively wrap your legs around his waist and he walks further into the lake, the distance between you and the people in the back not far enough for him. ,,Don't go too deep," you plead, looking down at the water reaching higher with every step Jungkook takes. The lake still scares you at night. ,,I won't, babe," he reassures, pecking your temple. ,,I won't fuck you now," Jungkook says as he stops, finally having found the perfect spot and distance. ,,But..." A sullen sounds erupts from you and with big eyes you look at him, batting your eyelashes. ,,Do you want to cum or not?" ,,Fine," you huff, pecking his nose to make the piercing stare on his face go away. It actually works, his features soften in an instant.  ,,Like in the movie theater?" ,,Hm?" ,,You wanna do it like we did in the movie theater?" ,,Yeah, sure." Without a warning, you slide your hand into his swim shorts. Wrapping your fingers around his half erected cock you hear him gasping. ,,Always so eager, aren't you?" he hisses, hooking his fingers in your bikini bottom and dragging his digits along your wet folds. ,,Jesus, your pussy is soaking wet. What a little slut you are." ,,Please put them inside me," you whisper. You tug at the front of his shorts, freeing his dick to have better access to it. You spit in your palm to lubricate it better. ,,Want your pussy filled up?" ,,Mhmm, please," you mewl, dragging your fingers along the nape of his neck. He can't resist your compliant whines, two tattooed fingers vanishing into the tightness of your greedy pussy. You gasp, head falling on his chest as you relish the feeling of his long fingers stretching you open. Despite the pleasure sparking within you, you don't neglect his cock. Hand stroking him in your firm grasp, foreskin getting dragged down with every pull downward. ,,You like getting fucked and pleasured everywhere and whenever you want, don't you?" You lean back again, nodding to his words as you think about all the places that Jungkook fucked you. You are both way too needy and obsessed with each other to withstand the urge to do it everywhere it's possible. ,,I can't help myself when I'm with you." His fingers a drilling into you with a fast pace. You furrow your brows when he curls his fingers, digits brushing over the sweetest area within you. ,,Hide your face, babe. Don't show them how your pretty face looks like when I pleasure you." You nuzzle your face into the crook of his neck. Teeth sinking into the soft flesh of his neck as the sensation of your sweet spot getting caressed burns through your veins. ,,Jungkook," you whine, eyes tightly pressed close. ,,Mhm, what is it, babe?" he whispers, voice strained as he forces himself to hold back the loud moans. ,,You're so good to me," your slur, mind fogged with pleasure. ,,How could I not when you always need me, hm?" Voice soft, gentle and so tender. It makes you want to stay in his arms forever. ,,'m always needy for you," you agree. Your thumb rubs over his cockhead, palm squeezing him with just the perfect amount of strength. ,,Yes you are. You're my needy little slut, aren't you?" You hum in response, maybe a little whiner than intended, but at

this point you lost control of everything. ,,You want to cum so badly, don't you?" he coos into your ear, his soft voice making your walls quiver. ,,Please," you sigh, fingers tightly pulling at the hair on the nape of his neck. ,,Yeah? Want me to make you cum, babe?" ,,Uh-huh," you press out. The curl of his fingers when he pushes them back in and the drag back inside is coaxing the sweetest sounds out of you, not as loud as usual, but they still have the same effect on Jungkook. Your little tones send arousal straight down his cock, the way your pumping him making him throb in your small hand. ,,Shit." Jungkook would die to see your expression right now. Get a glimpse at your pretty face twisted in pleasure as he fucks his fingers in and out of you. ,,Such a dirty girl. Wants to get fucked in the lake. In front of all of her friends." His fingers move faster, rubbing your g-spot the most pleasant you've ever experienced. As you register the meaning of his words, your eyes peek over his shoulders to have a look at the people gathered on the grass. Talking, laughing, drinking. Everyone is occupied with doing something. Well, that's what you think until you come across Taehyung. He sits on a folding chair, leaning back, legs stretched and casually moving his beer in his hand. Taehyung's eyes are focused on you. Looking straight at you, wrapped around Jungkook's body. If you wouldn't be that drunk and blinded from the incoming wave of pleasure you'd bashfully look away. But with the alcohol running through your veins, combined with the pleasure increasing with every stroke of Jungkook's fingers, you can't seem to take your eyes off Taehyung's. You can't see much, but the knowing smirk on Taehyung's face is impossible to overlook. He parenthetically takes a sip from his beer, acting oh so casual and not like he is watching you and Jungkook getting each other off. You suck your lip in, a smile forming on them as you think about the absurdity of this situation. ,,So dirty. You're so fucking dirty," Jungkook hisses. And how dirty you are. If he would only know. ,,I'm close," you whisper, strained. ,,Are you close too?" ,,Yeah, you want to cum together?" You nod. Sending Taehyung one last glance before you screw your eyes shut, the pleasure burning through your body creeping into every corner of your body. Jungkook's cock twitches in your hand when you move faster. Legs tightening around him, and thighs trembling, you come with a shaky gasp, the same time as Jungkook's load shoots over your hand. The whiny moan he utters makes you jerk in his hold, his sounds are like a sweet melody in your ear that you can't get enough of. You nuzzle your face deeper into his body, the comfort he radiates very much needed. Your walls flutter around his fingers as he gently moves them inside, riding out your high. With torpid eyes you scan the people on the grass. Taehyung isn't sitting and watching you anymore, he went off to Jimin and is talking to him. Standing with his bare back facing you. You pull Jungkook's shorts back up when his cock softens, cleaning your cum painted hand in the water. ,,This was good," Jungkook slurs, heaving a satisfied sigh against your ear. You hum in agreement. A gentle breeze swirls around you and you hug Jungkook tighter. ,,You cold?" ,,Kinda." ,,Then let's get you out of the water and tucked into a warm towel." His caring side warms you heart, which is also why you can't stop peppering smoochies all over his face and neck while he walks the both of you out of the lake.

~ Spending your day at Jungkook's place feels like heaven. You both have a lot of fun - maybe a little too much when you think about all the rooms that Jungkook made you cum - spending the day resting, talking, cuddling, and...well, fucking too. You can't recall the last time you felt this insouciant. Lying in bed with Jungkook and doing nothing all day long feels domestic and comforting. You stand in front of the mirror of his bedroom. Wanting to take a quick video of yourself for you Instagram Story. You don't particularly wear something beautiful right now - a way too big t-shirt from Jungkook and your hair pulled into a messy bun would have to complete the best you're going to look today. You start recording when suddenly Jungkook appears behind you. Realising that you're taking a video, he stands behind you and places his hands on your waist. He rests his chin on your head. It's a cute video - well, would have been when Jungkook would have actually left his hands where they were and wouldn't have started to let one hand sneak up your body and grab a handful of your boob. He nuzzles his face into the curve of your neck and kisses you there, revealing your bruised and marked skin by brushing your hair behind your shoulder. ,,I can't post this, Jungkook," you pout, rewatching the clip. ,,I don't care," he shrugs, pulling you closer to him so that your back is pressed against his front. ,,Just let me do another video without touching me inappropriately, okay?" He nods. And his breath tickles your skin. His hands stay at your waist this time. His face is not recognisable from the way he has it nuzzled in your neck. You smile and end the short video just after a few seconds. ,,I made some breakfast for us," he says, palms wandering over your body again. You look at the time on your phone. ,,Or brunch," he rephrases before you can say anything. You turn your head to quirk an eyebrow at him. ,,Well, okay, it's lunch then. I made lunch for us." You giggle and head towards the kitchen with Jungkook. ~ It's an hour later. You're back in bed. When Jungkook and you woke up this morning and he said that he wants to spent the whole day in bed with you, he wasn't lying. You're not complaining though, you love being in his company. You love everything about it. Both of you are busy with your phones. You were about to put it back on the nightstand and cuddle Jungkook from the side when you got an unexpectedly message from your manager. And within a few minutes your heart gets heavy. You swallow the sorrow down your throat. But it's okay, you tell yourself. Sooner or later this would've happened anyways. ,,Jungkook." ,,Hm?" His long fingers absentmindedly brush over your thigh, eyes focused on his phone. ,,I have to leave tomorrow morning." He perks up, fingers stopping in their movement, a confused and shocked expression falling on his face as he looks at you. ,,Tomorrow?" You nod. ,,They changed my schedule and now I have a shooting on Saturday." ,,Who changed the schedule?" ,,The brand." ,,Who were you texting with?" ,,Logan. That's my manager," you say, swiftly showing him your screen, which shows the text messages you've been sending each other. His profile picture - a selfie he took in front of the beach - a little circle on the top. ,,So, you're leaving tomorrow?" You sigh. ,,Yeah." ,,For a photo shooting?" You hum, typing a new message when Logan texts you some information about the shooting. ,,You're really leaving a day earlier for that?" The derision in his voice makes you look up at him. ,,That's my job, Jungkook. And if I have to leave a day earlier, then I'm going to do it." Jungkook mumbles something incoherent, but it's obvious that he said rude things. ,,What's your problem?" you confront him, sitting upright and turning to him. ,,Nothing. I'm just shocked that you'd rather leave everyone here and go earlier than planned." ,,It's just a day that I have to go earlier." ,,And? You haven't been here for three years. Do you not care about anyone

here?" You blink perplexed. What the hell is he saying? ,,What are you talking about? Of course I care about all of you. I missed everyone and I'm not happy that I have to leave tomorrow, but I don't have another option." ,,You don't have another option?" he scoffs. ,,Are you clinging onto every deal that you get with brands, because you're still small in the industry, or what?" And that's when you're done. That's when you're last bit of patience melted away by his audacious comment. When he points weapons at your deepest hurt. ,,Don't be so bitter about me still trying to achieve my goals because you gave up your dream for a stupid high school relationship!" ,,Stupid high school relationship? That's what you call it now?" He chuckles bitterly. ,,Nothing ever lives up to your standards, don't they? You think you're so much better than everyone and anything in this world. Fucking selfish and self-obsessed, that's what you are." ,,That's not who I am!" you defend, raising your voice. ,,Then how did you leave this town when you're not? Left everyone here and went off doing your thing without keeping contact with anyone? Stop clinging onto the version of you that you're pretending to be. It's sad looking at you, y/n." ,,Why the hell did you spend your time with me if that's what you think of me?" The pain he causes with his words evident in the way your voice thickened. ,,You're the one who's sad to watch," you say as you get out of the bed, hauling random words at him. ,,You are pathetic and ridiculous and pitiable." As you talk more, the blood starts boiling in your body and you spit these words out of pure anger and irritation. ,,I wish I had listened to my parents. They were right when they told me that you would only cause trouble." ,,And yet, you always sneaked out to see me." Cold, so cold. It hurts. It hurts so much. He's acting like he didn't care that you lied to your parents and sneaked out just for him, like he wasn't in love with you as well, like he didn't enjoy spending every minute of his free time with you. ,,I regret it now." You gather your clothes and belongings in a hurry. ,,I'm leaving." ,,Do what you're the best at." ,,I said I'm sorry!" you whirl around, brows pinched. Does he still not understand? What else is there to do after what you've done? Jungkook sits up, a piercing gaze fixed right at you. ,,You think your pathetic excuse is going to make me forget the hell that you brought me?!" he yells. ,,Did you still not realise that your actions caused so much pain? So much ache? So much broken pieces that I had to learn how to fix again?" Tears threathen to spill. You take a shaky breath. ,,Don't you think I had to go through the same stuff? I was in love with you too, Jungkook. I fucking loved you with every cell of my being and always thought that you'd be the one for me. I saw home in you when I had no one else." You harshly swallow the lump in your throat. ,,I hurt too when I had to leave, and I didn't know how I was supposed to handle all the pain! Letting you go was the hardest thing I've ever had to to!" Your vision is blurred, cheeks wet, voice trembling. And heart breaking. ,,You did that to yourself," he fires back, not even hiding the fact that he didn't get affected by the things you confessed to him. You wait, just a moment, but the expression on him remains and you know that he isn't that cold-hearted normally, but right now he is, and it hurts to see it when he uses is against you. ,,Whatever you say, Jungkook." You're tired. Done fighting. It's purposeless. Hastily, you grab the last few things and then storm out of his room, out of his apartment. Running home like a complete moron, but you need a place to feel safe now. Need comfort. Need silence. You don't even care about the bamboozled faces of your parents when you get home, walking past them with a face full of tears and sniffles coming past your lips. Once in your room, you let yourself fall onto your bed. Hugging your pillow tightly in your arms and start sobbing into the soft

material. Sobs and cries are the only sounds in the once lively room. Your chest shakes uncontrollably. Your nose starts running and you have to wipe your arm over your nose to get rid of snot. Body curls inwards as you hug the pillow tighter, nails digging into the plush. Suddenly you feel a warm hand on your back. You flinch, peeking over your shoulder. It's your mum. She carefully sits down on the edge of your bed, her hand rubbing over your back in comforting circles. You don't know why, but just the fact that she followed you, was worried enough to look what's wrong with you, causes more tears to stream down your face. You choke out another sob, sitting up to envelop your mother in your arms. You cry harder, fingers clinging onto her t-shirt. ,,Shh, I've got you," she whispers, hand slowly skimming over your head. You didn't know you needed this, but your thankful that she is here. ,,Let it all out, Sweetie. Your mum is always there for you." She doesn't ask why. She doesn't ask who. She doesn't ask when. She just lets you cry in her arms. Lets you wrap your arms around her as tight as you want, and lets you ruin her shirt with tears and snot. Lets you cry till your tired and can't stay upright anymore.

~ that one night when i left the warmest bed i've ever known ,,Good night, my angel,", Jungkook whispers before giving you a goodnight kiss. He rests his head back on the pillow, a secure arm wrapped around your body. ,,Good night." Your head lays against his bare chest, his heartbeat ringing in your ear in a soft rhythm. It's dark in Jungkook's room. The only source of light is the moon shining through his window. You don't feel well. It's your last day in your hometown - last day with Jungkook by your side. It makes your sick to your stomach, causes a lump in your throat that makes you want to cry. But you have dreams to follow. And sacrifices to make for them. It will rip you apart and you will have to figure out how to fix your heart, but you are going to be fine. You're always going to be fine. As you listen to his steady breathing, you try to enjoy being in his company for the last time. Try to capture the comfort you're feeling when you're with him. He doesn't know, but when he'll wake up, you won't be there anymore. No trace of you left behind - gone, completely vanished. Perhaps not the smartest decision, but you can't bring it over yourself to do it any other way. There's no way you're going to kiss him goodbye tomorrow morning, and then that's it. You can't endure to look at his eyes and then turn around and go. Jungkook doesn't deserve this kind of farewell, you know that, but it's the best like this, for both of your sake. Jungkook thinks that your flight departure is in the morning. He is wrong. You lied. It's in a couple of hours, in the middle of the night. And if you don't want to miss it, you have to leave this place soon. Minutes of absolute silence pass. You know you have to get up and go back home, you're parents are waiting and if you'll come too late they are going to make the ride to the airport worse than a long car ride with them already is. You carefully remove Jungkook's arm from your waist. Gingerly, you get out of his bed and tuck him under the covers. As you gather your stuff in the little bag, you suddenly feel like you should leave something of you behind. Maybe it's a complete trivial feeling, but the urge to leave a piece of you behind that'll remind Jungkook of you and will never let him forget you, rises in you, and you can't ignore it. Maybe he'll throw it away, you think as you place the little necklace - the one with the purple lilac pendant, that he gifted you - on his nightstand. Maybe he'll hate you for a lifetime and doesn't want to spend another second of his life thinking about you. He has the right to do so, you won't blame him. You look around the room. God, you're going to miss it. You always felt secure here, it was one of your safe places. As you stroll towards Jungkook, your stomach churns in discomfort. ,,I'm sorry, Jungkook," you whisper as quietly as possible. ,,I'm sorry, but I have to leave you." A short brush through his flawless raven hair before you continue, ,,I love you, forever, but I have to let you go." A sad smile adorns your face. ,,To be honest, I always thought that you deserve someone better than me. So here's your chance to find a girl that's perfect for you, and will stay with you for an eternity. I...I just hope you will find someone who'll take care of you and make you happy." You take a shaky breath. ,,I'm- I'm sorry that I couldn't do that for the past weeks and months. I know that you weren't happy with my decisions, I could see the truth in your eyes. I'm thankful that you still accepted it, and supported me. It means a lot. Really." You stop fleetingly, the tears behind your eyelids threatening to spill. ,,I'm sorry for all the pain I caused you. I...I hope you'll get happy when I'm gone, and I hope you will have someone on your side that will love you with all they've got. You deserve that. You deserve all the happiness in the world, Jungkook." Your knuckles brush over his soft cheek. ,,I'm going to miss you. So much. Probably everyday. And...and I hope you'll think of the memories

that we made fondly when you think about them. I'm also hoping that you won't hate me as much as I think you will when you wake up in the morning." You sigh heavily, the images of Jungkook waking up in a cold, empty bed in the morning making your heart ache. ,,But I know you will..." Softly, you peck his cheek. ,,I have to go now. I love you, and please forgive me. Not now. Not tomorrow. And maybe not in a year, but please forgive me, whenever that will be." A gentle kiss on his lips, and before you could say or do something he mumbles incoherent words, turning around and resting his head on your side of the bed, on your pillow. With his back turned to you, you gather the strength to turn around and let him go. Forgive me, forgive me, forgive me. It's like a mantra in your head as you hop out of his window. You don't look back. Your heart wants to turn back and hug him tightly and never leave his side, but your brain suppresses that urge and makes you move forward and brings you far, far away from him. ~ Calls calls calls calls. So many calls from Jungkook. You didn't pick up once. Didn't respond to any of the messages he send you within a span of two minutes. You were already in Los Angeles when he woke up and spammed you with text messages. At some point you turned off your phone, too scared and anxious to read his messages. But when you did finally read them, you broke inside. ~ jk <3 8:37 am hey did you go back home already? i told you i could help if there was packing left jk <3 8:45 am why aren't you answering my calls babe you're busy? i'll come over in fifteen, okay? jk <3 8:51 am babe you forgot your necklace here i'll bring it over too why did you take it off though :( jk <3 8:57 am still not answering huh are you eating breakfast with your parents? enjoy your meal jk <3 9:02 am i called your mum jk <3 9:04 am what the fuck y/n why would you leave without a fucking word?? am i not worth getting a proper goodbye from you? what the hell is wrong with you why do it secretly? i feel fucking fooled rn jk <3 9:07 am why would you lie to me? fuck im so fucking angry you know i wanted to come with you to the airport i prepared a whole surprise with presents for you because i love you and you decide to sneak out in the middle of the night and leave me like i'm just someone that you don't care for? fuck you seriously fuck you y/n jk <3 9:29 am falling for you was the biggest mistake of my life ~ Time flies by. Days, weeks, months. It's tragic, absolutely tragic what happened to the usual bright and cheerful boy. No longer bright, no longer cheerful, no longer having hope for anything. It pains seeing him. Everyone around him would agree. Jungkook is occupied with picking up the mess you created. Unfortunately, the crumbs that were left of you after your departure were too obdurate to get away with so effortlessly. It isn't easy to erase you out of his life, but he doesn't have another choice. You didn't give him another choice. He also can't make the ache go away by making you the villain, he tried - like so many other things - but it didn't work out. But there was this day, that one day, when Jungkook knew he couldn't continue like this anymore. He was in his room. High. Sitting on his bed and staring at the wall. It was impermanence that engulfed him here and now, and perhaps every other day as well. He never wanted to understand that every moment had an end, even the most precious, perfect and exhilarating moments were shaped by the time limit. But with the dwindling of time, with the look at the bare wall, with the drying of his tear glands, he felt the acceptance establishing within him. He wondered why people are so afraid of death when we face it every day, in small portions. Every end, every time limit, is a completion and a new beginning at the same time. And he was ready to start his new beginning.

~

The pebbles crackle under your feet as you slowly walk down the familiar path to the old, short jetty. You seek for comfort. And if your source of comfort isn't available - because he is the reason for your gloomy mood - then the one and only place filled with so many happy memories has to help you. Despite the walk to the lake your nose still feels stuffed from all the crying and your eyes are tired, probably blobbed with redness. You didn't care sparing a look in the mirror when you mustered up enough strength to climb out of your window and walk through the quite neighbourhood. When you take the last few steps on the gravel path, the lake finally disclosing after walking past trees and bushes, you don't expect a person - hit by the moonlight in the quiet night - sitting on the rusty jetty, foot dangling over the lake and leaning back on his hands to observe the sky. You halt. You don't need to come closer to know who that person is. The dark clothes, the divine profile and the moonlight kissed skin tells you enough to recognise the lonely dreamer on the bridge. You gather up courage before walking over the jetty, the old wood creaking as you stride to the end of it, sitting down next to Jungkook. Maybe it's faith that brought you to him, and failed your attempt of escaping Jungkook's warm soul. Maybe the universe knows how much you need to be with him. He doesn't look at you. You don't look at him. Nobody talks. Just the serene ambience engulfing both of you in its gratifying secureness. The quietness speaking more than thousand words could. Feeling him next to you is strange, like consolation you hadn't thought you'd need. Jungkook is looking up at the star filled sky, you look down at the moonlit lake. The sparks of the stars glistening on the surface. No words must be spoken to let the other one know that you are sorry for what you did and said, regardless of if you scarred the other with your actions years ago or only yesterday. You're both sorry for everything that went wrong, every harsh word that slipped out of you in all the fury and petulance and was wrongfully thrown at a tender soul. After all, love doesn't only elicit beautiful moments, but also atrocious and tragic ones. Love can elicit selfishness. Pure greed to get more and more of your partner, to have them only for yourself and act reckless to obtain your desire. When you're so into someone that you cannot possibly want anything else in life than their love. But what if, despite all the acts of showing your love and longing for them, they decide to leave? The emotions take a different path, a path that love shouldn't be evoking, but it does and it's cruel. So utterly cruel. Feelings turn into frenzy and wrath when they decide to go and leave, when they turn their back to you and leave you out there standing. Love makes you do things that are out of your control, out of every ounce of rightness, because it's so wicked. Agonisingly, there is no thing in the world that could protect you from love. It comes with a short mellow breeze, tightly wraps around your heart and never plans on leaving once it has you completely enticed in its wicked spell - masked in dainty sparkling stars that twinkle in a way that blinds you from the insidious shadows. Although Jungkook's distinct knowledge about love, he couldn't find himself being afraid of it, because after all, he fell in love with you. And you are the most beautiful creature he has ever seen, so perfect in all the ways he could ever imagine. So how could he ever be scared of love, if it was you? It doesn't make sense. It still doesn't cease the greed and selfishness that it provokes, but even with that - Jungkook cannot close his eyes and pretend that you didn't steal his heart on that casual but oh so magical school day when you noticed him, gave him a bashful smile and giggled with your friend after you turned to her again. The excited bubble that sprung in his chest, the ghost of a giddy and coy smile on his lips, his flushed ears and sweaty hands were prove enough

that Jungkook was so into you. An exchange of a laconic glance and he was head over heels for you. There is no way his heart will ever be the same before he fell for you. It's yours. Forever. But now he is sitting here, defeated and tired and lost from every thing that has been going on. And you are tired too. Though being with Jungkook it was easy to forget about all the emotions that are resting within you. That weight on your back that has been so heavy to endure - especially for the last few months. Jungkook helped to get that weight off your back. You think you can faintly remember thinking that you thought it was finally over, that every burden and problem was gone, but you shortly came to the realisation that, no, it's certainly not like that. The naive thought only occurred, because Jungkook made you forget all the pain. Swathed them in a pink blanket and covered those negative feelings with his comforting and cheerful stance. That bunny smile and doe eyes blinded you from the bad things. But they are still there. The bothersome weight never left you and you soon won't have Jungkook to make you feel like everything is good, and like you're perfectly fine because he won't be there anymore. You're not fine. You don't feel okay. You don't feel happy. And you have no idea how to cope with all of that. You always played pretend and never seriously tried to deal with your emotions. But Jungkook gave you a glimpse of real happiness, real contentment, real fulfilment. It made you realise that you want that back. You want those real feelings of joy and happiness back, not the attempts of faux delight when you really just felt like crawling back to bed and isolate yourself from the entire world. It gets so exhausting every single day. You're not only exhausted, but also frightened of your future. You still didn't achieve your big goals you always dreamed of. And the constant reminder of your lack of success is making every day harder than it already is. When Jungkook asked if you feel home at your place back in Los Angeles you said yes. You didn't even dare to say anything else. But yet, the answer was a total lie. You pretended to feel like you belong there for these past years, lied to yourself to make life more bearable. But now that you were back in Jungkook's arms for a couple of days, you can't even fake it for yourself anymore. The difference between those two places so crystal clear that it's beyond the bounds of possibility to continue feigning. You were foolish to think that your place in Los Angeles is your home. It's funny, you truly thought you could build yourself a new home - completely alone, in a new city - when Jungkook was the first ever reason you knew what home felt like. So how did you ever think that you would be able to face the challenge on your own? Why didn't you think it all through before you went off and started a new life? At least you can say that you tried. You didn't give up and tried to make things work with every ounce of your being, and maybe they did kind of work, just not for the void inside of you that started becoming bigger with every day you spent alone in that apartment. But spending the week at your hometown was probably the best decision you made in the last three years. And that's all because of Jungkook.  As you look at Jungkook you get that fuzzy and warm feeling, the one that's so familiar and intimate. You found home between his arms. No thing, no place, no person would feel more like home than Jungkook. The realisation hits you with a warm shudder that nestles in the depth of your heart. Leaves a fuzzy feeling inside you, that you didn't know you longed for that desperately. Home. Home, home, home. Jungkook is your home. He is your safe place. Where you don't have to play pretend, don't have to hide emotions, don't have to say anything to let him know - because he always knows - and don't have to laugh when you feel like crying. Because he is home. And home is the place that knows you the best. That loves you the best. And it'll never stop

loving you. What a pity that you have to leave home tomorrow morning. That thought causes tears to prick your eyes. The lake and the sky melds into one. Suddenly your emotions overwhelm you, thoughts full of so many things and heart trying to fix the broken edges on its own. It's too much. You can't handle this. A single tear rolls down your face. You try to be silent, but you don't have much control over your body in that state, so when a shaky snivel erupts from you, you don't try to hide it. Your bottom lips trembles and you bite down onto it, but it just doesn't stop. Jungkook silently drapes his arm around your back, pulling you closer to himself. Feeling him next to you, his arm around you, him simply being there for you, gives you the last push. Endless amounts of tears stream down your face, shaky and uneven breaths leaving your lips as you claw your fists at Jungkook's dark hoodie, nuzzling your face into his shoulder. The smell that hits your nostrils makes you emit a miserable sob. Jungkook's smell always managed to make you feel comforted, secured and protected. But thinking about how this is probably the last time, there's no sense of comfort coming through. While you fully break down, Jungkook caresses your back. He allows you to curl up beside him and cry into his shoulder, letting all your feelings out. ,,I- I'm not happy," you utter between sobs. ,,Shh, I know, I know." Jungkook knows that you lied when he asked if you are happy the second a glimmer of hesitance sparked in your eyes. He didn't want to call you out though. You're fragile and tender and soft and Jungkook didn't want to be the reason you're breaking into a puddle of tears. ,,I don't think I- I, I don't think I can-"  Your quavery panting makes it impossible to talk. ,,You don't need to talk," Jungkook stops your attempts to justify yourself. ,,It's okay now, I'm here." Your fists tighten, the material of his hoodie a small ball within your palms. He's there for you. He's here. He'll always be there for you. ,,Always?" ,,Of course. Forever, babe." His promise soothes you. Uneven panting calming. But the tears don't stop escaping your eyes. His other hand pushes your hair behind your ear, stroking your hair before he rubs his thumb over your wet cheek. ,,Hold my hand. You're going to be fine." Jungkook holds his hand up, offering his palm between your cuddled up bodies. You take it without a second of hesitation, intertwining your fingers and letting your hands rest on his lap. A few minutes pass, the silent night capturing your cries and sobs. ,,If you ever feel alone again, don't," Jungkook breaks the silence, warm voice drowning your muffled, tired sniffles. ,,Because I will always be right here." His hand on your back is now placed on top of the left side of his chest, his heart. Always. He'll be with you forever. A sad smile graces your face. ,,I'm just afraid of going back," you confess. ,,I...I think I'm not worthy of continuing my job, because everything seems so out of reach for me." A trembling sigh escapes your mouth. ,,Hey," Jungkook grabs your chin, making you look to him. ,,Never doubt that you aren't worthy of your dreams and ambitions. They were put in your heart for a reason." He lets go of your intertwined hands, cupping your cheeks and drying your tears off your face. ,,I'm always here, and I'll always believe in you. Make yourself proud, okay?" He puts an encouraging smile on, eyes lightning up in the most comforting way ever. ,,Thank you." You'll never forget his words. Both your hands are wrapped around him, cuddling him from the side. Jungkook watches the stars again. Your eyes don't focus on anything particular, just enjoying his company. ,,Also, I want to apologise for the things I said to you today." His gaze slowly drops down to the horizon. ,,It's okay. I said some rude stuff too." ,,I just want you to know that I didn't mean any of the stuff I hurled at you." ,,I know, Gguk." He plays with your hair. Fingers brushing through your long

strands. ,,Jungkook?" ,,Yeah?" ,,I don't know if you want to talk about it, but I still don't understand why you didn't take the opportunity when you got the scholarship." Jungkook knew you were going to ask him. He already prepared himself for letting his guard down for this exact moment. ,,You were one of the few person I could trust. I didn't have anyone else, y/n. I was so madly in love with you, y/n. I think I've never been that happy in my life before. With you...I don't know, you kinda brought the light back into my life and I couldn't ask for more. There is something between us and its the most beautiful thing I have ever felt. I love you so much and you make me so happy, and just the thought of being away from you made me sick to my stomach. That's why I couldn't accept the scholarship. I couldn't let you go, I couldn't leave and do my thing there when I'd feel empty and lonely inside." You look at Jungkook when he stops talking, he stares straight ahead, eyes emitting pure sadness and anguish. ,,Do you know how much it hurt when you, all excitedly, told me that this model agency in Los Angeles you applied for accepted you?" A bitter chuckle escapes him. ,,I felt like a goddamn fool. You were so happy, were jumping around and telling me all the amazing stuff that you read online about that agency. And I just sat there, barely listening to you, and thought about how much of an idiot I could possibly be." You both know how the rest of the story proceeds like. He got angry. You were confused. He picked up a fight. You hurled unnecessary insults at him. He ran off and ignored you for a few days. ,,I'm sorry." Your voice barely a whisper that the wind carries away. ,,No, don't be. Just like you said, we were just stupid teenagers back then." ,,Still, the way I approached things was so wrong. I was insensitive and selfish. I'm sorry for that." After another minute of silence, Jungkook speaks up. ,,You promised you wouldn't forget me." ,,I never forgot you." Not one day. ,,So why did you never call? Or text? Or anything? " He sounds hurt. You can't blame him. It's your fault. ,,I thought you wouldn't want me to." You nuzzle your face deeper in his shoulder. ,,After the messages you sent me..." ,,Didn't you miss me at all?" Jungkook waited for a call. From the night you left him, he stared at his phone and hoped for your name to appear. ,,Every day. I missed you every single day. But I was too scared. I thought you hate me and don't want to hear from me ever again." Jungkook kisses the crown of your head. ,,I could never hate you." You smile faintly at that. ,,I'm glad you visited us this week." ,,Me too. I missed this place." You missed him. Right after you say that, a few droplets of water splash onto you. Your eyes cast skywards. ,,Is it raining?" ,,I think so," Jungkook says, looking at the sky as well. ,,We should get going, babe. The clouds look like it's gonna start pouring soon." You don't want to leave Jungkook's side and rather stare at the pretty view of the lake and talk with him for an eternity. ,,Maybe it'll stop," you cajole. ,,Nah, I don't think so." Slowly he gets up, holding out his hand for you to grab. ,,Let me bring you home." Reluctantly you get on your feet. Jungkook was right, you're both barely two seconds up and the rain was now more than only a few droplets falling down. It's not a minute later when you are both on the way to your house that it's starts raining heavily, your clothes getting wetter and wetter by the seconds. Jungkook's hold on your hand gets tighter as he walks faster. ,,This reminds me of senior prom when the event was done and we ran away to have some alone time, while the rain was practically soaking the both of us," Jungkook says, eyes drifting over the dark streets, puddles of water building on dented places. ,,You were so wasted." You giggle. ,,And you didn't drink anything!" ,,We were underage, missy." ,,But the sex was amazing." ,,It was," he agrees with a dreamy voice. ,,Could you walk a bit

slower?" you complain. ,,Babe, I don't want you to get sick." ,,I won't get sick, I promise." ,,Well, unfortunately it's not your decision whether to get sick or not." ,,I can't walk this fast, though," you say. ,,Your legs are way longer than mine." Your pouty voice makes him chuckle. ,,Should I carry you, will that do it?" ,,No, thanks." You roll your eyes. ,,Just," - you pull your intertwined hands back - ,,Wait a second." Jungkook stops and turns around. You take the opportunity right away, pressing your lips against his and languidly moving your mouth. Jungkook is startled at first, but it's like a choreographed routine, within a second both of your lips move in the perfect rhythm. ,,What was that for?" he breathes against your lips. Before you get to answer him, you laugh when you take his current look in. ,,You look like a soaked puppy," you giggle as you stare at the long, wet strands sticking to his face. ,,Because you stop me in the middle of the street to kiss me while it's pouring rain!" ,,Wanted this moment to come a little closer to the senior prom one," you grin, brushing the wet curls out of his face. He chokes a disbelieving laughter out. ,,So, this mean you also want sex in my car now?" A teasing glimmer flickering in his eyes. You roll your eyes, again. ,,I'm trying to be romantic here." ,,Kissing in the rain is romantic?" Jungkook grabs your hand again, pulling you to his side and you two start walking, this time at a more bearable tempo. ,,Of course it is." ,,Never heard of that." ,,Because you never want to watch romance movies with me." ,,Excuse me? What movie did we watch in the cinema again, hm?" ,,As far as I can remember you didn't watch it. Your hands started to wander pretty much after the beginning of the movie," you remind him. ,,Oh, yeah," he smirks smugly, lost in the obscene memories that flash through his mind. ,,That was fun." ,,You're impossible." ,,But you really seemed to enjoy it when you came all over my fingers. Your legs couldn't stop shaking, isn't that so, babe?" You blush. Oh, and how you blush. Jungkook can't contain his laughter when he sees your embarrassed face, kissing the top of your head in amusement. While the both of you walk to your house, the teasing and bickering continues. You never knew how badly you missed this trivial bickering, petty fights that make you fall for each other more, but now that you are experiencing Jungkook's charms, with the sole purpose of making you shy and blush, you wish you would never have to miss moments like this again. However, when you're standing right under your bedroom window, finally protected from the rain by the roof of the house, the cheerful atmosphere vanishes. ,,So...," Jungkook begins, your hand still tightly connected with his. ,,You're leaving tomorrow." Slowly, you nod. You're leaving. Leaving him. ,,I'll miss you," you confess. ,,I'll miss you too." Tears sting behind your eyelids. He leads your intertwined hands to his face, pecking the back of your hand. ,,Don't you want to stay over? How are you going to get home with this rain?" you say, concern leaking through your voice. ,,I'm good. Don't worry about me." That was your last attempt of trying to get more time with him. Didn't exactly work out. ,,Okay, well..." You don't know what to say. How do you say goodbye to someone you don't want to leave? He leans forward. Kissing your lips the softest way you have ever felt before. ,,Rattle the stars, y/n. I know that you can do it." With a gentle smile he kisses you again before he fully withdraws from you. Fingers slowly slipping away from yours. That promising spark in his eyes makes you believe it too. You can rattle the stars. Starting from now, there won't be a day when you doubt that.

~

As soon as you hear your alarm going off you want to disappear. It's early. Way too early. It's hard getting out of bed, but somehow you manage walking into your bathroom. Slowly getting ready before you get back in your room to get dressed. Your parents are still asleep. Maybe you hoped for them to wake up early too, spend the last hours that you're in this house with you, but you can't blame them for wanting sleep. It's fine. They'll be awake when you're going to take the taxi. A short goodbye and then you'll see when you'll ever see them again. You stroll into the kitchen to prepare your morning coffee. You lean against the kitchen counter. Tired eyes staring at a random spot on the floor. Your body screams for you to crawl back into bed and rest a bit more, but the departure time of your flight is telling you otherwise. As you turn your head to look out of the kitchen and enjoy the last moments of familiarity and childhood memories you get whenever you see the streets and nature outside, you see a car that doesn't belong here. With someone inside, who shouldn't be here at all. You get out of the front door, walk down the stairs of the front porch. He parked directly in front of it. Doesn't hide like he'd usually do. Jungkook is too focused on his phone to see you, so you knock against his window. He instantly perks up. When he recognises you he gets out of his car within a second. ,,Are you already leaving?" he questions, eyes wide and somehow sounding like he is out of breath. ,,Uh, no. I was wondering why you're here." ,,Oh, I," - Jungkook scratches the back of his head - ,,I didn't want to miss when you are leaving, so I came here-" ,,Since when are you here?" The dark circles under his eyes are revealing his sleepless night. ,,Uhm, an hour?" You hope he isn't lying. He should get his sleep, not wait for you in his car. When he sees your worried expression he says, ,,You only said your flight is in the morning and I didn't know the exact time. I...I also thought I could drive you to the airport? Of course only if your parents aren't driving you..." A giddy feeling flutters in your stomach. Sometimes you can't believe how sweet he his. Way too sweet for you. ,,I was going to call a taxi," you smile. ,,Thank you." Jungkook smiles back at you. ,,Are you leaving now?" ,,Oh, no. I've still got some time." He slowly opens his car door. ,,Okay, then I'll wait for you." He makes a move to get back into his car. You push the door close. ,,Don't be ridiculous. Come inside." Grabbing his hand you pull him to you, but he is reluctant, not moving an inch. You roll your eyes. You know exactly what battle he is currently having in his head. ,,Your a big, muscular, tattooed and pierced man, and you're still scared of my parents?" He doesn't even question how you immediately knew why he refused to come inside. ,,You don't understand, they hate me," he defends. ,,Good for you they're sleeping," you say, dragging him with you. This time he actually allows you to take him with you. ,,You can take a nap in my bed. You look tired, Koo." ,,Didn't get much sleep last night." Before you enter the house, you peck his cheek. ,,Thank you." ,,You already said that." ,,I know, but I could never be thanking you enough." ~ Once your both in your bedroom, Jungkook let's himself fall onto your bed, arms wide open as an invitation. You still need to pack a few things, but you could never deny being cuddled up in his arms. Jungkook immediately wraps his arms around you as you slide next to him on your side. He cuddles you from the back, face deeply buried in your hair. You stay like this for a while. Jungkook fell asleep pretty quickly. You weren't able to fall asleep. Your mind is crammed with too many thoughts to fall asleep now. You still have some things to do though, so you gently try to get up from Jungkook's hold on you and finish the last tasks to get ready to leave this town. ,,Don't," he utters in a rush as soon as he feels you slipping away from

his arms. ,,Don't do it again." He lets his insouciant guard fall down, leaving him vulnerable and fragile, giving away his biggest fear. But you won't drop his heart and shatter it into pieces by walking away without a word and leaving him alone in bed - not this time. His scared eyes search for yours, the panicky expression on his face making you halt in your movements. ,,Shh," you reassure. ,,I just have a few things left to pack." Your thumb rubs his arms languidly, wanting to calm him and trust you. It works - his head slowly drops back to the pillow and his eyes fall close. ,,Don't leave me, please." His words get muffled by the pillow. Despite him feeling peacefuller now, he doesn't let go of his hold on your waist. ,,I'll come back, Koo. I promise." You duck down and plant a kiss on his cheek. Fingers brushing his long hair out of his face. ,,You promise?" He opens his eyes a bit, tired orbs peeking at you with hopefulness. ,,I promise." An encouraging smile tugs on your lips. Jungkook closes his eyes again, body visibly more relaxed. Your words make him feel secure. Only for a certain time, but Jungkook quickly learned that he has to be appreciative of the things he has at the moment. Enjoy them to the fullest, because he will never know how long they'll last. His arms are now loose on your waist and you slowly make your way out of the bed. You didn't lie, you truly have some things left to pack. You won't dare to lie to him ever again. ~ The goodbye with your parents was weird. They didn't expect Jungkook to be there, but it wasn't like they weren't already suspicious of you spending your time with him for the past week. After all they are your parents, they know everything. But thankfully they didn't utter any spiteful remarks and rather ignored him. They also didn't protest when you told them that Jungkook would drive you to the airport. You hugged them, your mum a little longer than your dad. And then it was time to leave. And now you're sitting in Jungkook's car. Parked at the airport's parking lot. Your heart feels cold. You don't know if it'll ever get warm again. ,,Are you ready?" Jungkook asks. ,,No," you answer truthfully. ,,Hm." ,,I'm nervous." ,,Why?" ,,Don't know." You do know, but Jungkook doesn't need to know. ,,Remember what we always did in high-school when you were nervous?" He places his hand on your bare thigh. You smile. ,,Yeah." ,,Is it okay?" ,,Always." And then Jungkook leans over and captures your lips in a sweet kiss. And if he thought you'd let it be like that, then he was wrong. You pull him closer by his cheeks when he wants to lean back again. It started as a sweet kiss but in just a few seconds you're fully making out. You love dancing around his tongue with yours, love sighing into his mouth and pulling his hair by the nape of his neck. His palm slides over your side and squeezes your flesh there. ,,We've got, like," - you tug at his wrist to get a look at his expensive looking watch - ,,20 minutes, then I'll have to go." ,,That's more than enough," he mumbles against your lips and pulls you by the hips to drag you onto his lap. ,,Wait," you break the kiss and grip both of his arms to stop him from undoing the zipper of your dress. ,,Don't you think someone will see us?" ,,Dunno, wanna find out?" he quotes you, your request to get fucked in the lake still haunting him. You squint your eyes and huff overly annoyed. Jungkook chuckles, bopping your nose with his, because you look too adorable trying to put on a serious face. ,,The important part will be covered by your dress anyway." He tugs at the skirt of your dress to prove his point. ,,It's pretty short though," he realises when he skims over the back of the dress. ,,But there's barely anyone walking around at the parking lot, babe," he reassures. You think about his words for a second. ,,Okay, yeah, you're right." You go straight back to capturing his lips in a wild kiss and hasty fingers unbuckle his belt. His rock hard cock springs out and you

let a trail of spit land onto his head with precise aim. Rubbing his cock you tug your panties to the side. Jungkook's finger glide over your pussy, testing your wetness. ,,Already so wet for me?" he asks, dipping his fingers in to feel your tightness around his digits. He sighs, enjoying the feeling of your soft walls. ,,Your cock," you mewl. ,,Need your cock inside me." He withdraws his fingers, helping you to guide his cock into your pussy. Slowly, you sink onto it. Both of you stop breathing for a moment. He exudes a moan full of longing and hunger. The sheer need to have you as close to him as possible, to have you like this forever. And you know how he feels like. You don't have to speak. Don't have to tell. It's the need in both of your eyes that say enough. It's yearning and craving and love and it hurts. A tear slips your eye and Jungkook catches it with his thumb. ,,It's okay," he says. You nod. Placing both of your hands on his cheeks. ,,Kiss me," you whisper. Jungkook's kisses always makes everything better. And as you kiss, your hearts starts melting. The icy layer slowly fading into nothingness. Jungkook moves you up and down on his cock. He is fully buried inside you and you could never get enough of his cock stretching you out. ,,I love your cock. God, I love it so much." A hand slips between you. His finger circles around your needy clit. You tremble, pinching your brows. His subtle rubs on your clit causes shocks of utter pleasure to run through your body. Your toes curl with every move of his thumb and your hips slowly start to twist. ,,Just like that," Jungkook praises you. He places his hand on your butt, guiding you with small pushes. When Jungkook slightly adjust his position, his cock suddenly reaches way deeper and has the head of his cock kissing your cervix. You mewl as he continuously grazes over that area with the tip of his cock. His girth hitting you where you want him the most spurs you on. It makes your hips move faster, chasing after his cock whenever he pulls back. ,,What a needy girl I have," Jungkook coos, pushing a strand of hair behind your ear and rests his palm on your cheek. ,,I'm always needy for you" you wheeze, nails digging into his tanned skin. ,,Yeah? Always?" ,,Uh-huh," you nod. ,,Always." Always, always, always. Jungkook sighs in pleasure, the piercing on his brow moving when he pinches them together. ,,Your pussy was made for my cock - fuck - no one compares to you." ,,I- I think I'm gonna cum." Jungkook holds your body up. He rams his hips up into your pussy. You squeak, forehead pressed against his. ,,Come one, babe, one last time. Cum for me for one last time," he rasps. You shake your head, but at the same time you're cumming around his cock. You whimper and shake and Jungkook has his arms around you. You kiss him. Again and again and again. And he moans into your kisses, the pulsating of your walls around his girth is sending him closer to his high. ,,Fill me up, Jungkook. Want your cum inside me." ,,Oh fuck," he grumbles, fucking his cock faster into you again. You hold him by the shoulders, biting your lip as his dick rubs against all the spots that you love so much. His thoughts run wild as he gets pushed closer to the edge. He'd liked to see your tits right now. Ripp this flimsy dress off of your body and watch them bounce. But the way that they're shaking and moving beneath your dress looks hot too. Both hands on your ass he pushes his hips up for a few times more and then all of his cum spills inside your tight hole. And Jungkook thinks he has never come this hard before. He twitches and spills so much inside, his breaths getting shaky the longer his cock is still buried between you. ,,Fucking hell," he curses, shutting his eyes close for a moment. ,,That's a lot," you say, a hint of amusement in your pitch. ,,Pussy too good," he slurs. ,,You've got something to clean me up with?" you ask, not even waiting for his answer as you pull open the glove box of his car.

,,Why not just letting my cum stay inside you?" he suggests. ,,Because it doesn't stay inside," you retort, looking down at your pussy leaking with his essence. ,,I can make it stay." You rummage through his messy drawer, packets of condoms taking most of its place. When you finally find a box of tissues you shoo his hand away that sneaked close to your dripping heat. ,,I'm only wearing these panties and a dress. Don't want it to accidentally slide down my legs or something." Taking a few tissues you wipe your swollen cunt with them. ,,You don't want to take a part of me with you to Los Angeles?" You sigh, stopping midst your cleaning and look up at him. ,,I'm not going to take your cum with me to Los Angeles, Jungkook," you deadpan. ,,Fine," he huffs, taking the tissues from your hand and cleaning you up on his own. A minute later you're both still in the exact same position. Though you're both now tucked and safe beneath your clothes and the cum stained tissues were haphazardly thrown to the backseat by Jungkook. Jungkook threw his hands around you, keeping you close to him while your head rests against his chest. Listening to his heartbeat calms your anxiousness. You raise your head. Waiting for him to open his eyes and look at you. You can't prevent a small jump of your heart when you notice his face softening at the sight of you. But you try to ignore it, there's still one question left before your departure. ,,Shall we call things even between us now?" Jungkook is a little taken aback by the question. He totally forgot how the two of you ended up in this situation in the first place. If it wasn't for you wanting to fix the broken pieces of your relationship who knows in what this week would've resulted in. ,,Even is a start." You contemplate whether he meant it in a good or negative way. But when you feel him squeezing your sides in a reassuring way you give him a content smile. ,,I brought this with me," Jungkook says, pulling out a necklace from his pocket. A brief moment passes till you recognise the dainty pedant that dangles in the air. A purple lilac. The one that Jungkook bought for you years ago. ,,You left it at my place when you left, but it's yours, y/n. You should take it with you." ,,You didn't throw it away?" ,,No, why would I?" He gathers your hair on one shoulder and puts the necklace around you. You look down at you décolleté, the small pendant resting so beautifully on your skin. As your fingers fiddle around with it, your eyes dart to Jungkook's tattooed arm. ,,Don't you have a flower tattooed on your arm?" You scrutinise his right arm, and right under the sleeve of his t-shirt you see the flower inked on his skin. But... Hold on. It's not just a flower, it's the same flower as the warm pendant placed against your chest. Your eyes flick to Jungkook, who is already looking at you. ,,That's- that's the same flower?" you stammer, surprised by your discovery. Jungkook nods. His lips curved in a shy manner. ,,I got the tattoo because of you," he reveals, like it's something totally normal. And like that confession won't make your heart scream silent 'I love yous' at him. ,,Purple lilacs mean first love," Jungkook explains, hands rubbing your thighs gently. You reach for his arm, slowly stroking the black flower adorning his skin. It's not big, compared to his other tattoos it's one of the smallest. But it's you. Permanently etched into his skin. ,,I thought about adding purple colour to it, but I decided against it." You bite your lip. God, you thought you were done crying. ,,When did you get it?" ,,About...two years ago?" ,,Did you buy me this necklace because of its meaning?" He nods. ,,I searched the whole internet to find the perfect one, but I didn't find anything, so I went to the goldsmith with my outlines for the necklace. He crafted this beautiful pendant." He takes the small pendant between his fingers and looks at it with a faint smile. ,,You're gonna make me cry again," you say, eyes already

teary. You didn't know that Jungkook went through the process of outlining and bringing his idea for the pendant to the goldsmith to gift you the perfect present all those years ago. ,,Babe," he coos, hands wandering to your back and slowly caressing you. You want to tell him. You want to tell him these three magical words so badly, but they don't come past your lips. Instead you nuzzle your face into the crook of his neck, hugging him tightly. ,,Why didn't you say anything?" you mumble. ,,Why? Would you have gotten a tattoo for me too?" Jungkook shifts his head, looking down at your face cuddled up against his shoulder. ,,Maybe like, "Jungkook" on your forehead?" You hit his chest. ,,Don't make fun of it. This is the cutest thing someone has ever done for me," you sniff. ,,You are so amazing. I don't deserve you, Jungkook. The world doesn't deserve you." When you lean back again and you see the stars shining in his eyes, you can't decide whether your heart explodes from adoration or wistfulness. ,,I..." No. You can't do this. You don't have the right to say it. Not now, and probably never again. But that's okay, because Jungkook deserves much more than what you could possibly offer. Maybe that's what keeps you holding back, or maybe your searching for excuses, because you're scared. But who knows at this point? Your feelings and thoughts are pure chaos. Jungkook patiently waits for you to collect your thoughts, oblivious about the inner battle you are having with yourself. ,,I- I should get going." Uncertainty veils the faux confidence of your voice and you swallow hard to get the tightness in your chest go away. Jungkook immediately picks up on that. He knows when you are faking something. He finds little credence in the way you are attempting to stare back into his eyes with assurance, the curve of your small smile looking rather forced than natural. Jungkook notices the way you fidget with your fingers, notices the embarrassed lip bite after you realise that he doesn't believe whatever you're putting on view, and can literally feel the growing insecureness that builds up in you. And yet, Jungkook won't call you out on it. These are the last minutes before you'll leave - again - and god knows when you'll come back - or if you'll ever come back to him. He is going to hold you in his arm as long as he can, provide last bits of comfort for you, before you're going to walk out of his car. Out of his life. Out of his heart - where you managed to occupy the biggest place he has to offer. And now that you're going again, there'll be a big hole in his heart. But he got through it before, he won't be having a hard time dealing with his loss for long this time around. He could fill the empty place with all the sweet memories that you and he made this week. Fill the loneliness with the beautiful memories of your contagious laughter, cute smile, mesmerising eyes and every little significant word that left your pretty lips. Yeah, Jungkook can do that. Fill the lonely spots in his heart with images of your bright and warm soul that he adores so much. ,,I'll be right here, only a phone call away, you know that, right?" His hands never stopped roaming over your body, delicate fingers sliding over the fabric of your cute dress. ,,Don't pull off the same shit you did when you left years ago, okay?" he asks, but it's more like a demand. He won't be having any of you trying to erase him and what you left behind when you're parting ways with him again. He won't survive if you'll decide to cut him off again. ,,And always remember, my heart holds you when my arms cannot." A comforting breeze sails up your back, spreads around your body, and, for an evanescent eye blink, you feel as if his pacifying disposition is distinguishing all of your doubts and plants new flowers of hope in every corner of your body. For a meagre second you come to think of the possibility of every thing being okay when you get back to Los Angeles. It's breath-taking. To not be afraid of the future. To actually believe

that nothing will get in your way and that you'll be able to get through it. But it's not soon after that new tears escape your longing eyes. He wipes them away with his hands. Thumbs catching every teardrop that slides down your cheeks. You're afraid to say something, afraid that your voice might break and that you'll start bawling out your eyes again. So you duck down, giving him the sweetest and most passionate kiss you've ever given anyone. And after that, you both get out of his car. Jungkook helps you carrying the luggage out of his trunk. You share a brief glance, gazing into each others poignant looking eyes as your stomach churns in sorrow. And then, that's it. You both don't say goodbye. Because both of you cling onto that foolish shred of hope that this, whatever it is that ties your hearts together, isn't the end. ~ if anyone read this whole thing then...idk i feel like i should apologise? bc there are definitely better things to do than reading a 36k fanfic i wrote, but a big thank you to everyone who took their precious time to read this🥺🥺🥺

[aspoonfuloffiction]

I’m tired of the book changes and now according to Charitra and Jonathan they’re making it a love triangle? I’m so angry they’re ruining this series

Did you see the EW interview? The side plot and love triangle comment are worrying-Are they going to ruin the Kathony?

Are you worried about the EW cover story?

Sigh….

Alrighty lets talk about that article.

(If you are panicking like so many people in the fandom thats ok!!! You are totally valid! But if you’ll allow me, please read the whole thing and consider letting me try to temper your fears just a bit???)

This EW story and the conversation surrounding it has been quite a case study in internet discourse

EW does this incredibly infuriating thing where they break one story over 3-4 individual articles for traffic so admittedly it is easy for things to be misinterpreted and then in the age of social media a single misinformation becomes the consensus. So lets try to piece together this story as much as can be done.

Also a blanket reminder that there is a devastating pandemic happening not everyone on the cast can be everywhere. Have a bit of grace and don’t hold someone’s absence over someone else’s presence. This press tour is going to look different unfortunately this is the period we are in right now.

The love triangle

"You can understand why he's drawn to both," teases Bailey. "And they're both drawn to him in turn. It's an interesting love triangle; it's dangerous when it's siblings. It's bestial between them in a way season 1 wasn't. They're all animals with each other."

Both JB and EW are trying to sell a product-Jonathan the show and EW the article so they’re going to lots of buzzy words and attention grabbing pull quotes. Calling it a “love triangle” which it is in the source material as well is an easier way to draw in fans than explaining the the complicated premise of the story to the average fan. (A reminder that articles like these are not written for fandom they’re for the average audience member).

But the ironic thing is that numerous times in this story and the other articles they actually do dive into Anthony’s mindset heading into the season but this line is just further up because the article sells better that way it sounds enticing.

"Edwina and Kate are the embodiment of his approaches to love — one is head, one is heart," says Bailey. "The push and pull [illustrates] how intense it is to fall in love in a society that is so rigid, where the gender roles are so specific, and how much those roles can be completely counterproductive to happiness, progression, and to love."

“It spurs Anthony on to propose to who he would believe is the most suitable diamond rather than who he’s in love with” -Claudia Jessie

"We meet Anthony at a time where we can understand his decision to find a suitable lady who will be able to serve the purpose of being a viscountess as opposed to someone who he is falling in love with or has any sense of emotion towards." -Jonathan Bailey

(Any sense of emotion towards? Thats quite a repudiation of Edwina😳 lol)

And then there’s this quote:

Chandran views [Anthony and Edwina’s] relationship as one built on mutual understanding of their responsibilities and place in life. "Both Anthony and Edwina have been brought up to fulfill a role," she adds. "In her case, it's to be [the perfect wife]. In his case, it's to be the viscount. And that is something they connect to each other with and understand each other in a way a lot of other people wouldn't. Edwina genuinely falls in love with the viscount. It's a naive love, but her feelings are very genuine."

I get its this is a scary one and I also momentarily was like ummm? What? But put this quote in context with other lines and it feels increasingly innocuous.

For example:

“The show is about all the different types of love that you have. And I would say for Edwina and Kate, although yeah it is a love story, they are each other’s soulmates” -Charithra Chandran

I would not be surprised if the two quotes were pulled from Charithra responding to the same question. Not all love is romantic and I think we tend to forget that but clearly Charithra doesn’t so she could be using love in a familial camaraderie sense.

Which makes total sense by the way. The books treat Edwina as a means to an end-She is Anthony’s reason for knowing Kate. She is Kate’s reason for hating Anthony. Then she is Anthony’s way to needle at Kate. After she is Kate’s reason for being self sacrificial. And it doesn’t even stop once they’re married because Edwina’s plotline with Bagwell is truly just to have Kate fall deeper in love with her husband and to set up the carriage scene.

Julia Quinn briefly touches on how Edwina had felt trapped in her life but there’s no deeper follow up into it. That story is told through Kate’s perspective because such are the rules of a book but such rules don’t exist in a TV show and it would be a disservice to the character and the story to treat Edwina as a roadblock or as a catalyst for Kate and Anthony.

I like that the show is going to give Edwina some agency. Anthony courting her is no longer a unilateral decision he doesn’t just get to decide by himself she gets to be an active participant in this choice. Because to her as well on paper this is the best match for her family-and that is something two people can bond over.

But lets say Charithra is referring to romantic love she’s notes that it’s quite naive, and in other places she underlines several times that Edwina is watching her sister fall deeply in love. To me that implies that any romantic “love” that Edwina has for Anthony is not an accurate representation of the idea. Kind of like a girl who thinks she can convince herself that kind compliments and pleasing words can be enough for love. Someone who believes she could convince herself to fall in love with a man who hasn’t “any sense of emotion towards” her.

Am I just now discovering that Edwina Sheffield/Sharma is the real victim of TVWLM…?

Also between JQ’s Instagram post about the core of the sister relationship being one of the things she’s most proud of and it being preserved in the show and that both Charithra and Simone talk about a lot and how important that is to them I do not think they are going drive something as banal as relationship jealousy into it.

Secondary characters & Show only creations:

So I’ll be honest my favorite parts of season one were largely show only creations. And that’s because I hate the book Duke and I. There is nothing remotely interesting about Simon and Daphne to me. (That said Regé Jean Page and Phoebe Dyvenor did a lot to make me like the characters to a certain degree).

And Shondaland famous for its ensemble pieces knows that. They know you can’t tell a story on tv about a singular person or couple because if the audience doesn’t connect to that one person or a couple, they are not going to watch the end and once again they’re selling a product so they’re going to appeal to as many people as possible.

And so they create characters fill out the Ton and give non book plot lines to the other siblings—which in my opinion enriches the story. If we went by strictly book text we wouldn’t get any build out in season 1 for Anthony’s rakish history or Benedict’s distrust in himself, or Eloise’s rebellion towards societal norms… all of this is just told to us in the novels but here we actually see it. Its infinitely better writing. It increases audience investment in the characters so that when you get to their season your extra excited for their HEA.

And I like that CVD and Shondaland have brought shades to the Ton- Portia has always been a character but her expansion has made her a whole new force to be reckoned with and is a real gift in the show. Both Delacroix and Will are a look inside Londan outside of Mayfair. Henry forces people to face the less savory truths of the regency romance genre.

The London that Julia Quinn wrote is deceptively small it seemingly starts and ends with the Bridgertons but thats not accurate. The Ton is supposed to this force that weighs on the principle cast all the time but because of the confines of a book we never really get to see why. Personally I think having the Ton feel like an actual presence raises the stakes for the decisions these characters makr.

But I truly do not think that they’re going to dramatically alter the core stories of the books and I think because Chris Van Dusen said so:

"There's always going to be differences from source material, but the fans of the books are going to see that the elements they love of the books on screen too: the way the siblings banter, the way Violet loves her children, and the love stories at the hearts of each book - these moving, sweeping romances with all the twists and turns, and their steaminess."

Also I’ve been seeing some fear induced vitriol around Theo’s character descriptions so lets look at it.

A printer's assistant dedicated to intellectual pursuits and the fight for equal rights. Hmm, sounds perfect for a certain Bridgerton. "Theo is an original character to the series," says Van Dusen. "Bridgerton is about a whole world. It's always been interesting to me to see what happens outside the confines of Mayfair and Theo is very much not a part of Mayfair."

The line regarding him perfect for a certain Bridgerton (I think they mean Eloise?) is an aside from the author of the article not CVD. Y’all I truly do not think this character will be noticeably more than Will in S1…

Could I be totally wrong? Absolutely!!! But my philosophy is always try to go into anything hoping for the best. If you go into S2 disappointed I think you start at a disadvantage in your viewing experience!! So friends breathe!!! I think we’re gonna be ok!

And if its not you know I’ll be here talking about that too!!! But till then we’ve got just under 50 days to ride the wait out💜

[reecethegeek]

euphoria season 2 episode 8 live blog

- gosh I'm fucking nervous, fez got the note in his hands

- OMG FAYE HELPED THANK FUCKING GOD! THAT SHIT HAD ME STRESSING FOR FUCKING WEEEEKKKSSSS. YES PIN IN ON LAURIE!! IMAGINE IF IT WORKS THO

- HOLY SHIT, THE LEAKS AIN'T CAP ABOUT ASH SLITTING CUSTER'S THROAT. DAMNNN

- ok how they gonna give me a cute fexi phone call after all that stressful ass shit like i haven't calmed down

- ok fez throwing hella hints bro "there's 3 kids in that show" the show he fucking said he want his future to look like after lex said she want 3 kids

- ah the blue sweater, we've been wanting for weeks

- fexi don't got common interests but they got common character traits and that's the real shit

- so no rue narration??

- OH HELL NO FUCK OFF CASSIE. SECURITY!! SECURITY!!

- bro this bitch had the AUDACITY to make it about her. DISGUSTING

- OMG SUZE AND YES ETHAN!! MY MAN

- maddy come get her please!

- YES BOO HER BITCH ASS, NOBODY LIKE YOU

- OOP YES MADDY, GET ON HER ASS. GET HER!!

- "idk I'm panicking, go away." MOOD

-omg not the carnival scene

- bro wtf she attacked that girl

- yes maddy GET HER

- OMG YES BB I AGREE AND KAT IS SO FUNNY

- I LOVE SUZE COVERING THIS UP LIKE TEEHEE SHOW TIME

- ew elliot

- ok rue forgave elliot BUT does she know about him and jules??

- the only good thing elliot has done has been play the guitar and sing. he should do just this in s3

- ok but is this like a real song I can get on spotify or something because I can put it in my rue playlist. shit goes hard

- rue looks so happy and healthy, I really hope she bounces back from this shit

- I don't like elliot and we not supposed to like him by the end of the season, I thought it was bc of the snitch thing but now he's in the finale and I'm nervous. I think rue is gonna try and be friends w him again. why tf would he ask that knowing that they not good for e/o??? he's such an asshole

- hmm she gave herself a smile, idk if that means she's trying to be strong and not be his friend but idk

- ok show me fez, I'm worried about my baby

- awww bobbs and lexi, i love this friendship

- oh ok next act, I'm still mad cassie ruined it tho, I was enjoying it

- AWE RUE STARTING THE CHEERING FOR LEXI OMG THEY MY MOTHERFUCKING BESTIESSSS

- SHOW TIME BITCHES, SHOW TIMEEE

- GIDDY UP

- AWE SHE MENTIONED FEZ

- FUCK THIS IS GIVING FOLSOM PRISON BLUES AND I JUST FINISHED THAT SHIT LAST NIGHT I'M NOT READY

- ASH GONNA GET HIS ASS GOT. HE GONNA GO DOWN SWINGING FR

- ew nate

- I'm guessing nate is gonna kill cal?? or himself

- ofc we see cal again. I was hoping we wouldn't but eh too hopeful

- so is it true that Nate's been SAed by cal? i think that's what they're trying to show

- ofc nate has a copy of the tape

- OH SHIT HE CALLED THE COPS ON HIS DADDY

- crazy how at the end of s1 he had cops to raid fez after rue threatened to call the cops on cal and now he's the one doing it at the end of s2

- at least cal getting jail. fuck that nigga

- YO ASH LISTEN TO FEZ

- HOLY SHIT FEZ GOT SHOT OMG

- SOMEBODY TAKE MY BABY TO THE HOSPITAL I'M FR

- he finally called ash a kid, god this shit sad asf

- MY STRESS IS ON A 10O RN, BULLETS FUCKING EVERYWHERE

- PLS BE IN THERE ASH PLEASE

- he better be fucking playing dead bro

- oh shit he shot that mf

- he going down

- oh fuck. fuck they just killed him. makes sense they didn't show him because he's a kid

- everyone was like omg cassie redemption because she was hugging lex up at the hospital and it's just a flashback

- but bro where's maddy beating ass?? show that real quick

- god, ash really dead. this fr don't feel real

- well ik he ain't real but like it don't feel real, you know?

- FUCK LEXI NEVER GETTING THE LETTER. I BET SO MUCH THAT HE CONFESSED HIS FEELINGS

- PLEASE gimme a scene where lex comes to check on him at his house. maybe she finds a way to get the note idk but that would be good

- RUE LOOKS FUCKING GREAT. THE OUTFIT, HAIR, FACE. AHHH

- AH REXI PHONE CALL, I MISS THEM

- AWE REXI FRIENDSHIP

- ok but fr where's my dawg fezco???

- so since he's been arrested, we fr getting FPB vibes???

- okay ik fez would be too stubborn/loyal to tell the truth even tho ash is dead and won't do any time but it would be great if he did because then he'll face less time in prison

- lex >>>> lexi

- fucking this rexi convo gonna make me cry fr

- ok but maddy beating cassie's ass?? i need to see it

- okay so jules got no lines this ep. I thought her and rue would fix stuff but I'm guessing that's towards the end of s3

- okay idk how that scene was apart of the play since the irl version happened after the funeral scene but I'll take it. ig lex has a condo convoy written and that's the parallel

- GREAT FUCKING PLAY. LOVED IT

- bathroom scene pt 2!!

- okay lowkey anticlimactic

- just the beginning of maddy kicking her ass or of nate putting cassie through hell??

- oh shit rules convo?? ummm okay

- ok that was weird but i guess that's hope

- okay we got 3 minutes left

- ok finally some rue narration

- hmm seems like rules isn't endgame after all. she said jules was her first love but she wasn't sure since she was too high for most of it

- ooouu clean rue for the rest of the school year?? that's a few months. wdym by it's not a decision she made tho?? who is she doing this for this time??

- ok fuck that finale was good

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Just to show you what this power looks like in your inbox. I present to you, my immortal, in it's entirety.

Chapter 1.

AN: Special fangz (get it, coz Im goffik) 2 my gf (ew not in that way) raven, bloodytearz666 4 helpin me wif da story and spelling. U rok! Justin ur da luv of my deprzzing life u rok 2! MCR ROX!

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Hi my name is Ebony Dark’ness Dementia Raven Way and I have long ebony black hair (that’s how I got my name) with purple streaks and red tips that reaches my mid-back and icy blue eyes like limpid tears and a lot of people tell me I look like Amy Lee (AN: if u don’t know who she is get da hell out of here!). I’m not related to Gerard Way but I wish I was because he’s a major fucking hottie. I’m a vampire but my teeth are straight and white. I have pale white skin. I’m also a witch, and I go to a magic school called Hogwarts in England where I’m in the seventh year (I’m seventeen). I’m a goth (in case you couldn’t tell) and I wear mostly black. I love Hot Topic and I buy all my clothes from there. For example today I was wearing a black corset with matching lace around it and a black leather miniskirt, pink fishnets and black combat boots. I was wearing black lipstick, white foundation, black eyeliner and red eye shadow. I was walking outside Hogwarts. It was snowing and raining so there was no sun, which I was very happy about. A lot of preps stared at me. I put up my middle finger at them.

“Hey Ebony!” shouted a voice. I looked up. It was…. Draco Malfoy!

“What’s up Draco?” I asked.

“Nothing.” he said shyly.

But then, I heard my friends call me and I had to go away.

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AN: IS it good? PLZ tell me fangz!

Chapter 2.

AN: Fangz 2 bloodytearz666 4 helpin me wif da chapta! BTW preps stop flaming ma story ok!

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The next day I woke up in my bedroom. It was snowing and raining again. I opened the door of my coffin and drank some blood from a bottle I had. My coffin was black ebony and inside it was hot pink velvet with black lace on the ends. I got out of my coffin and took of my giant MCR t-shirt which I used for pajamas. Instead, I put on a black leather dress, a pentagram necklace, combat boots and black fishnets on. I put on four pairs of earrings in my pierced ears, and put my hair in a kind of messy bun.

My friend, Willow (AN: Raven dis is u!) woke up then and grinned at me. She flipped her long waist-length raven black hair with pink streaks and opened her forest-green eyes. She put on her Marilyn Manson t-shirt with a black mini, fishnets and pointy high-heeled boots. We put on our makeup (black lipstick white foundation and black eyeliner.)

“OMFG, I saw you talking to Draco Malfoy yesterday!” she said excitedly.

“Yeah? So?” I said, blushing.

“Do you like Draco?” she asked as we went out of the Slytherin common room and into the Great Hall.

“No I so fucking don’t!” I shouted.

“Yeah right!” she exclaimed. Just then, Draco walked up to me.

“Hi.” he said.

“Hi.” I replied flirtily.

“Guess what.” he said.

“What?” I asked.

“Well, Good Charlotte are having a concert in Hogsmeade.” he told me.

“Oh. My. Fucking. God!” I screamed. I love GC. They are my favorite band, besides MCR.

“Well…. do you want to go with me?” he asked.

I gasped.

Chapter 3.

AN: STOP FLAMMING DA STORY PREPZ OK! odderwize fangs 2 da goffik ppl 4 da good reveiws! FANGS AGEN RAVEN! oh yeah, BTW I don’t own dis or da lyrics 4 Good Chralotte.

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On the night of the concert I put on my black lace-up boots with high heels. Underneath them were ripped red fishnets. Then I put on a black leather minidress with all this corset stuff on the back and front. I put on matching fishnet on my arms. I straightened my hair and made it look all spiky. I felt a little depressed then, so I slit one of my wrists. I read a depressing book while I waited for it to stop bleeding and I listened to some GC. I painted my nails black and put on TONS of black eyeliner. Then I put on some black lipstick. I didn’t put on foundation because I was pale anyway. I drank some human blood so I was ready to go to the concert.

I went outside. Draco was waiting there in front of his flying car. He was wearing a Simple Plan t-shirt (they would play at the show too), baggy black skater pants, black nail polish and a little eyeliner (AN: A lot fo kewl boiz wer it ok!).

“Hi Draco!” I said in a depressed voice.

“Hi Ebony.” he said back. We walked into his flying black Mercedes-Benz (the license plate said 666) and flew to the place with the concert. On the way we listened excitedly to Good Charlotte and Marilyn Manson. We both smoked cigarettes and drugs. When we got there, we both hopped out of the car. We went to the mosh pit at the front of the stage and jumped up and down as we listened to Good Charlotte.

“You come in cold, you're covered in blood They're all so happy you've arrived The doctor cuts your cord, hands you to your mom She sets you free into this life.” sang Joel (I don’t own da lyrics 2 dat song).

“Joel is so fucking hot.” I said to Draco, pointing to him as he sung, filling the club with his amazing voice.

Suddenly Draco looked sad.

“What’s wrong?” I asked as we moshed to the music. Then I caught on.

“Hey, it’s ok I don’t like him better than YOU!” I said.

“Really?” asked Draco sensitively and he put his arm around me all protective.

“Really.” I said. “Besides I don’t even know Joel and he’s going out with Hilary fucking Duff. I fucking hate that little bitch.” I said disgustedly, thinking of her ugly blonde face.

The night went on really well, and I had a great time. So did Draco. After the concert, we drank some beer and asked Benji and Joel for their autographs and photos with them. We got GC concert tees. Draco and I crawled back into the Mercedes-Benz, but Draco didn’t go back into Hogwarts, instead he drove the car into……………………… the Forbidden Forest!

Chapter 4.

AN: I sed stup flaming ok ebony’s name is ENOBY nut mary su OK! DRACO IS SOO IN LUV wif her dat he is acting defrent! dey nu eechodder b4 ok!

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“DRACO!” I shouted. “What the fuck do you think you are doing?”

Draco didn’t answer but he stopped the flying car and he walked out of it. I walked out of it too, curiously.

“What the fucking hell?” I asked angrily.

“Ebony?” he asked.

“What?” I snapped.

Draco leaned in extra-close and I looked into his gothic red eyes (he was wearing color contacts) which revealed so much depressing sorrow and evilness and then suddenly I didn’t feel mad anymore.

And then…………… suddenly just as I Draco kissed me passionately. Draco climbed on top of me and we started to make out keenly against a tree. He took of my top and I took of his clothes. I even took of my bra. Then he put his thingie into my you-know-what and we did it for the first time.

“Oh! Oh! Oh! ” I screamed. I was beginning to get an orgasm. We started to kiss everywhere and my pale body became all warm. And then….

“WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING YOU MOTHERFUKERS!”

It was…………………………………………………….Dumbledore!

Chapter 5.

AN: STOP flaming! if u flam it menz ur a prep or a posr! Da only reson Dumbledeor swor is coz he had a hedache ok an on tup of dat he wuz mad at dem 4 having sexx! PS im nut updating umtil I get five good revoiws!

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Dumbledore made and Draco and I follow him. He kept shouting at us angrily.

“You ludacris fools!” he shouted.

I started to cry tears of blood down my pallid face. Draco comforted me. When we went back to the castle Dumbledore took us to Professor Snape and Professor McGonagall who were both looking very angry.

“They were having sexual intercourse in the Forbidden Forest!” he yelled in a furious voice.

“Why did you do such a thing, you mediocre dunces?” asked Professor McGonagall.

“How dare you?” demanded Professor Snape.

And then Draco shrieked. “BECAUSE I LOVE HER!”

Everyone was quiet. Dumbledore and Professor McGonagall still looked mad but Professor Snape said. “Fine. Very well. You may go up to your rooms.”

Draco and I went upstairs while the teachers glared at us.

“Are you okay, Ebony?” Draco asked me gently.

“Yeah I guess.” I lied. I went to the girl’s dorm and brushed my teeth and my hair and changed into a low-cut black floor-length dress with red lace all around it and black high heels. When I came out….

Draco was standing in front of the bathroom, and he started to sing ‘I just wanna live’ by Good Charlotte. I was so flattered, even though he wasn’t supposed to be there. We hugged and kissed. After that, we said goodnight and he reluctantly went back into his room.

Chapter 6.

AN: shjt up prepz ok! PS I wnot update ubtil u give me goood revows!

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The next day I woke up in my coffin. I put on a black miniskirt that was all ripped around the end and a matching top with red skulls all over it and high heeled boots that were black. I put on two pairs of skull earrings, and two crosses in my ears. I spray-painted my hair with purple.

In the Great Hall, I ate some Count Chocula cereal with blood instead of milk, and a glass of red blood. Suddenly someone bumped into me. All the blood spilled over my top.

“Bastard!” I shouted angrily. I regretted saying it when I looked up cause I was looking into the pale white face of a gothic boy with spiky black hair with red streaks in it. He was wearing so much eyeliner that I was going down his face and he was wearing black lipstick. He didn’t have glasses anymore and now he was wearing red contact lenses just like Draco’s and there was no scar on his forhead anymore. He had a manly stubble on his chin. He had a sexy English accent. He looked exactly like Joel Madden. He was so sexy that my body went all hot when I saw him kind of like an erection only I’m a girl so I didn’t get one you sicko.

“I’m so sorry.” he said in a shy voice.

“That’s all right. What’s your name?” I questioned.

“My name’s Harry Potter, although most people call me Vampire these days.” he grumbled.

“Why?” I exclaimed.

“Because I love the taste of human blood.” he giggled.

“Well, I am a vampire.” I confessed.

“Really?” he whimpered.

“Yeah.” I roared.

We sat down to talk for a while. Then Draco came up behind me and told me he had a surprise for me so I went away with him.

Chapter 7. Bring me 2 life

AN: wel ok u guyz im only writting dis cuz I got 5 god reviuws. n BTW I wont rite da nxt chapter til I git TIN god vons! STO FLAMING OR ILL REPORT U! Evony isn’t a Marie Sue ok she isn’t perfect SHES A SATANITS! n she has problemz shes depressed 4 godz sake!

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Draco and I held our pale white hands with black nail polish as we went upstairs. I was wearing red Satanist sings on my nails in red nail polish (AN: c doez dat sound lik a Maru Sue 2 u?). I waved to Vampire. Dark misery was in his depressed eyes. I guess he was jealous of me that I was going out with Draco. Anyway, I went upstairs excitedly with Draco. We went into his room and locked the door. Then…………

We started frenching passively and we took off each others clothes enthusiastically. He felt me up before I took of my top. Then I took off my black leather bra and he took off his pants. We went on the bed and started making out naked and then he put his boy’s thingy in mine and we HAD SEX. (c is dat stupid?)

“Oh Draco, Draco!” I screamed while getting an orgasm when all of a sudden I saw a tattoo I had never seen before on Draco’s arm. It was a black heart with an arrow through it. On it in bloody gothic writing were the words………… Vampire!

I was so angry.

“You bastard!” I shouted angrily, jumping out of the bed.

“No! No! But you don’t understand!” Draco pleaded. But I knew too much.

“No, you fucking idiot!” I shouted. “You probably have AIDs anyway!”

I put on my clothes all huffily and then stomped out. Draco ran out even though he was naked. He had a really big you-know-what but I was too mad to care. I stomped out and did so until I was in Vampire’s classroom where he was having a lesson with Professor Snape and some other people.

“VAMPIRE POTTER, YOU MOTHERFUCKER!” I yelled.

Chapter 8.

AN: stop flassing ok! if u do den u r a prep!

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Everyone in the class stared at me and then Draco came into the room even though he was naked and started begging me to take him back.

“Ebony, it’s not what you think!” Draco screamed sadly.

My friend B’loody Mary Smith smiled at me understatedly. She flipped her long waste-length gothic black hair and opened her crimson eyes like blood that she was wearing contact lenses on. She had pale white skin that she was wearing white makeup on. Hermione was kidnapped when she was born. Her real parents are vampires and one of them is a witch but Voldemort killed her mother and her father committed suicide because he was depressed about it. She still has nightmares about it and she is very haunted and depressed. It also turns out her real last name is Smith and not Granger. (Since she has converted to Satanism she is in Slytherin now not Griffindoor. )

“What is it that you desire, you ridiculous dimwit!” Snape demeaned angrily in his cold voice but I ignored him.

“Vampire, I can’t believe you cheated on me with Draco!” I shouted at him.

Everyone gasped.

I don’t know why Ebony was so mad at me. I had went out with Vampire (I’m bi and so is Ebony) for a while but then he broke my heart. He dumped me because he liked Britney, a stupid preppy fucker. We were just good friends now. He had gone through horrible problems, and now he was gothic. (Haha, like I would hang out with a prep.)

“But I’m not going out with Draco anymore!” said Vampire.

“Yeah fucking right! Fuck off, you bastard!” I screamed. I ran out of the room and into the Forbidden Forest where I had lost my virility to Draco and then I started to bust into tears.

Chapter 9.

AN: stop flaming ok! I dntn red all da boox! dis is frum da movie ok so itz nut my folt if dumbeldor swers! besuizds I SED HE HAD A HEDACHE! and da reson snap dosent lik harry now is coz hes christian and vampire is a satanist! MCR ROX!

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I was so mad and sad. I couldn’t believe Draco for cheating on me. I began to cry against the tree where I did it with Draco.

Then all of a suddenly, an horrible man with red eyes and no nose and everything started flying towards me on a broomstick! He didn’t have a nose (basically like Voldemort in the movie) and he was wearing all black but it was obvious he wasn’t gothic. It was…… Voldemort!

“No!” I shouted in a scared voice but then Voldemort shouted “Imperius!” and I couldn’t run away.

“Crookshanks!” I shouted at him. Voldemort fell of his broom and started to scream. I felt bad for him even though I’m a sadist so I stopped.

“Ebony.” he yelled. “Thou must kill Vampire Potter!”

I thought about Vampire and his sexah eyes and his gothic black hair and how his face looks just like Joel Madden. I remembered that Draco had said I didn’t understand, so I thought, what if Draco went out with Vampire before I went out with him and they broke up?

“No, Voldemort!” I shouted back.

Voldemort gave me a gun. “No! Please!” I begged.

“Thou must!” he yelled. “If thou does not, then I shall kill thy beloved Draco!”

“How did you know?” I asked in a surprised way.

Voldemort got a dude-ur-so-retarded look on his face. “I hath telekinesis.” he answered cruelly. “And if you doth not kill Vampire, then thou know what will happen to Draco!” he shouted. Then he flew away angrily on his broomstick.

I was so scared and mad I didn’t know what to do. Suddenly Draco came into the woods.

“Draco!” I said. “Hi!”

“Hi.” he said back but his face was all sad. He was wearing white foundation and messy eyeliner kind of like a pentagram (geddit) between Joel Madden and Gerard Way.

“Are you okay?” I asked.

“No.” he answered.

“I’m sorry I got all mad at you but I thought you cheated on me.” I expelled.

“That’s okay.” he said all depressed and we went back into Hogwarts together making out.

Chapter 10.

AN: stup it u gay fags if u donot lik ma story den fukk off! ps it turnz out b’loody mary isn’t a muggle afert al n she n vampire r evil datz y dey movd houses ok!

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I was really scared about Vlodemort all day. I was even upset went to rehearsals with my gothic metal band Bloody Gothic Rose 666. I am the lead singer of it and I play guitar. People say that we sound like a cross between GC, Slipknot and MCR. The other people in the band are B’loody Mary, Vampire, Draco, Ron (although we call him Diabolo now. He has black hair now with blue streaks in it.) and Hargrid. Only today Draco and Vampire were depressed so they weren’t coming and we wrote songs instead. I knew Draco was probably slitting his wrists (he wouldn’t die because he was a vampire too and the only way you can kill a vampire is with a c-r-o-s-s (there’s no way I’m writing that) or a steak) and Vampire was probably watching a depressing movie like The Corpse Bride. I put on a black leather shirt that showed off my boobs and tiny matching miniskirt that said Simple Plan on the butt. You might think I’m a slut but I’m really not.

We were singing a cover of ‘Helena’ and at the end of the song I suddenly bust into tears.

“Ebony! Are you OK?” B’loody Mary asked in a concerted voice.

“What the fuck do you think?” I asked angrily. And then I said. “Well, Voldemort came and the fucking bastard told me to fucking kill Harry! But I don’t want to kill him, because, he’s really nice, even if he did go out with Draco. But if I don’t kill Harry, then Voldemort, will fucking kill Draco!” I burst into tears. Suddenly Draco jumped out from behind a wall.

“Why didn’t you fucking tell me!” he shouted. “How could you- you- you fucking poser muggle bitch!” (c is dat out of character?)

I started to cry and cry. Draco started to cry too all sensitive. Then he ran out crying.

We practiced for one more hour. Then suddenly Dumbeldore walked in angrily! His eyes were all fiery and I knew this time it wasn’t cause he had a headache.

“What have you done!” He started to cry wisely. (c dats basically nut swering and dis time he wuz relly upset n u wil c y) “Ebony Draco has been found in his room. He committed suicide by slitting his wrists.”

Chapter 11.

AN: i sed stup flaming up prepz! c if dis chaptr is srupid!1111 it delz wit rly sris issus! sp c 4 urself if itz ztupid brw fangz 2 ma frend raven 4 hleping me!

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“NO!” I screamed. I was horrorfied! B’loody Mary tried to comfort me but I told her fuck off and I ran to my room crying myself. Dumbledore chased after me shouting but he had to stop when I went into my room cause he would look like a perv that way.

Anyway, I started crying tears of blood and then I slit both of my wrists. They got all over my clothes so I took them off and jumped into the bath angrily while I put on a Linkin Park song at full volume. I grabbed a steak and almost stuck it into my heart to commit suicide. I was so fucking depressed! I got out of the bathtub and put on a black low-cut dress with lace all over it sandly. I put on black high heels with pink metal stuff on the ends and six pairs of skull earrings. I couldn’t fucking believe it. Then I looked out the window and screamed… Snap was spying on me and he was taking a video tape of me! And Loopin was masticating to it! They were sitting on their broomsticks.

“EW, YOU FUCKING PERVS, STOP LOOKING AT ME NAKED! ARE YOU PEDOS OR WHAT!” I screamed putting on a black towel with a picture of Marilyn Mason on it. Suddenly Vampire ran in.

“Abra Kedavra!” he yelled at Snape and Loopin pointing his womb. I took my gun and shot Snape and Loopin a gazillion times and they both started screaming and the camera broke. Suddenly, Dumblydore ran in. “Ebony, it has been revealed that someone has - NOOOOOOOOOOOOO!” he shouted looking at Snape and Loopin and then he waved his wand and suddenly…

Hargrid ran outside on his broom and said everyone we need to talk.

“What do you know, Hargrid? You’re just a little Hogwarts student!”

“I MAY BE A HOGWARTS STUDENT….” Hargirid paused angrily. “BUT I AM ALSO A SATANIST!”

“This cannot be.” Snap said in a crisp voice as blood dripped from his hand where Dumblydore’s wand had shot him. “There must be other factors.”

“YOU DON’T HAVE ANY!” I yelled in madly.

Loopin held up the camera triumelephantly. “The lens may be ruined but the tape is still there!”

I felt faint, more than I normally do like how it feels when you do not drink enough blood.

“Why are you doing this?” Loopin said angrily while he rubbed his dirty hands on his clook.

And then I heard the words that I had heard before but not from him. I did not know whether to feel shocked and happy or to bite him and drink his blood because I felt faint.

“BECAUSE…BECAUSE….” Hargid said and he paused in the air dramitaclly, waving his wand in the air. Then swooped he in singing to the tune of a gothic version of a song by 50 Cent.

“Because you’re goffic?” Snap asked in a little afraid voice cause he was afraind it meant he was connected with Satan.

“Because I LOVE HER!”

Chapter 12.

AN: stop f,aing ok hargrid is a pedo 2 a lot of ppl in amerikan skoolz r lik dat I wunted 2 adres da ishu! how du u no snap iant kristian plus hargrid isn’t really in luv wif ebony dat was sedric ok!

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I was about to slit my wrists again with the silver knife that Drago had given me in case anything happened to him. He had told me to use it valiantly against an enemy but I knew that we must both go together.

“NO!” I THOUGHT IT WAS HAIRgrid but it was Vampire. He started to scream. “OMFG! NOOOOO! MY SCAR HURTS!” and then….. his eyes rolled up! You could only see his red whites.

I stopped. “How did u know?”

“I saw it! And my scar turned back into the lightning bolt!”

“NO!” I ran up closer. “I thought you didn’t have a scar anymore!” I shouted.

“I do but Diabolo changed it into a pentagram for me and I always cover it up with foundation.” he said back. “Anyway my scar hurt and it turned back into the lightning bolt! Save me! then I had a vision of what was happening to Draco…………….Volfemort has him bondage!”

Anyway I was in the school nurse’s office now recovering from my slit wrists. Snap and Loopin and HAHRID were there too. They were going to St. Mango’s after they recovered cause they were pedofiles and you can’t have those fucking pervs teaching in a school with lots of hot gurlz. Dumbledore had constipated the cideo camera they took of me naked. I put up my middle finger at them.

Anyway Hargrid came into my hospital bed holding a bouquet of pink roses.

“Enoby I need to tell u somethnig.” he said in a v. serious voice, giving me the roses.

“Fuck off.” I told him. “You know I fucking hate the color pink anyway, and I don’t like fucked up preps like you.” I snapped. Hargrid had been mean to me before for being gottik.

“No Enoby.” Hargrid says. “Those are not roses.”

“What, are they goffs too you poser prep?” I asked cause I was angry that he had brought me pink roses.

“I saved your life!” He yelled angrily. “No you didn’t I replied.” “You saved me from getting a Paris Hilton p- video made from your shower scene and being vued by Snap and Loopin.” Who MASTABATED (c is dat speld rong) to it he added silently.

“Whatever!” I yelled angirly.

He pointed his wand at the pink roses. “These aren’t roses.” He suddenly looked at them with an evil look in his eye and muttered Well If you wanted Honesty that’s all you haD TO SAY! .

“That’s not a spell that’s an MCR song.” I corrected him wisely.

“I know, I was just warming up my vocal cordes.” Then he screamed. “Petulus merengo mi kremicli romacio(4 all u cool goffic mcr fans out, there, that is a tribute! specially for raven I love you girl!)imo noto okayo!”

And then the roses turned into a huge black flame floating in the middle of the air. And it was black. Now I knew he wasn’t a prep.

“OK I believe you now wtf is Drako?”

Hairgrid rolled his eyes. I looked into the balls of flame but I could c nothing.

“U c, Enobby,” Dumblydore said, watching the two of us watching the flame. “2 c wht iz n da flmes(HAHA U REVIEWRS FLAMES GEDDIT) u mst find urslf 1st, k?”

“I HAVE FOUND MYSELF OK YOU MEAN OLD MAN!” Hargrid yelled. dUMBLydore lookd shockd. I guess he didn’t have a headache or else he would have said something back.

Hairgrid stormed off back into his bed. “U r a liar, prof dumbledoree!”

Anyway when I got better I went upstairs and put on a black leather minidress that was all ripped on the ends with lace on it. There was some corset stuff on the front. Then I put on black fishnets and black high-heeled boots with pictures of Billie Joe Armstrong on them. I put my hair all out around me so I looked like Samara from the Ring (if u don’t know who she iz ur a prep so fuk off!) and I put on blood-red lipstick, black eyeliner and black lip gloss.

“You look kawai, girl.” B’loody Mary said sadly. “Fangs (geddit) you do too.” I said sadly too, but I was still upset. I slit both of my wrists feeling totally depressed and I sucked all the blood. I cried again in my bathroom and put the shades on so Snap and Loopin couldn’t spy on me this time. I went to some classes. Vampire was in the Hair of Magical Magic Creatures. He looked all depressed because Draco had disappeared and he had used to be in love with Draco. He was sucking some blood from a Hufflepuff.

“Hi.” he said in a depressed way. “Hi back.” I said in an wqually said way.

We both looked at each other for some time. Harry had beautiful red gothic eyes so much like Dracos. Then……… we jumped on each other and started screwing each other.

“STOP IT NOW YOU HORNY SIMPLETONS!” shouted Professor McGoggle who was watching us and so was everyone else.

“Vampire you fucker!” I said slapping him. “Stop trying to screw me. You know I loved Draco!” I shouted and then I ran away angrily.

Just then he started to scream. “OMFG! NOOOOO! MY SCAR HURTS!” and then….. his eyes rolled up! You could only see his red whites.

“NO!” I ran up closer.

“I thought you didn’t have a scar anymore!” I shouted.

“I do but Diabolo changed it into a pentagram for me and I always cover it up with foundation.” he said back. “Anyway my scar hurt and then I had a vision of what was happening to Draco…………….Volfemort has him bondage!”

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SPECIAL FANGZ 2 RAVEN MY GOFFIX BLOOD SISTA WTF UR SUPPOZD 2 RIT DIS!11111111

HEY RAVEN DO U KNOW WHERE MY SWEATER I

Chapter 13.

AN: raven fangz 4 gelpin me agen im sory ah tok ur postr of gerard but dat guy is such a fokin sexbom! PREPZ STOP FLAMIGNG!

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Vampire and I ran up the stairs looking for Dumbledore. We were so scared.

“Dumbledore Dumblydore!” we both yelled. Dumbledore came there.

“What is it that you want now you despicable snobs?” he asked angrily.

“Volsemort has Draco!” we shouted at the same time.

He laughed in an evil voice.

“No! Don’t! We need to save Draco!” we begged.

“No.” he said meanly. “I don’t give a darn what Voldemort does to Draco. Not after how much he misbehaved in school especially with YOU Ebony.” he said while he frowned looking at me. “Besides I never liked him that much anyway.” then he walked away. Vampire started crying. “My Draco!” he moaned. (AN: don’t u fik gay guyz r lik so hot!)

“Its okay!” I tried to tell him but that didn’t stop him. He started to cry tears of blood. Then he had a brainstorm. “I had an idea!” he exclaimed.

“What?” I asked him.

“You’ll see.” he said. He took out his wand and did a spell. Then…… suddenly we were in Voldemprt’s lair!

We ran in with our wands out just as we heard a croon voice say. “Allah Kedavra!” It was……………………………….. Voldemort!

Chapter 14.

AN: fuk off PREPZ ok! Raven fangz 4 helpin agen. im sory ah kudnt update but I wuz derperessd n I had 2 go 2 da hospital kuz I slit muh rists. PS im nut updating til u giv me 10 god revoiws!

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WARNING: SUM OF DIS CHAPTA IS XTREMLY SCRAY. VIOWER EXCRETION ADVISD.

We ran to where Volcemort was. It turned out that Voldemort wasn’t there. Instead the fat guy who killed Cedric was. Draco was there crying tears of blood. Snaketail was torturing him. Vampire and I ran in front of Snaketail.

“Rid my sight you despicable preps!” he shouted as we started shooting him with the gun he Then suddenly he looked at me and he fell down with a lovey-dovey look in his eyes. “EbonyIloveyouwiluhavesexwithme.” he said. (in dis he is sixteen yrs old so hes not a pedofile ok)

“Huh?” I asked. ”Enoby I love you will you have sex with me?” asked Snaketail. I started laughing crudely. “What the fuck? You torture my bf and then you expect me to fuck you? God, you are so fucked up you fucking bastard.” I said angrily. Then I stabbed him in the heart. Blood pored out of it like a fountain.

“Nooooooooooooo!” he screamed. He started screaming and running around. Then he fell down and died. I brust into tears sadly.

“Snaketail what art thou doing?” called Voldemort. Then…… he started coming! We could hear his high heels clacking to us. So we got on our broomsticks and we flew to Hogwarts. We went to my room. Vampire went away. There I started crying.

“What’s wrong honey?” asked Draco taking off his clothes so we could screw. He had a sex-pack (geddit cuz hes so sexah) and a really huge you-know-what and everything.

“Its so unfair!” I yielded. “Why can’t I just be ugly or plain like all da other girls and preps here except for B’loody Mary, because she’s not ugly or anything.”

“Why would you wanna be ugly? I don’t like the preps anyway. They are such fucking sluts.” answered Draco.

“Yeah but everyone is in love with me! Like Snape and Loopin took a video of me naked. Hargrid says he’s in love with me. Vampire likes me and now even Snaketail is in love with me! I just wanna be with you ok Draco! Why couldn’t Satan have made me less beautiful?” I shouted angrily. (an” don’t wory enoby isn’t a snob or anyfing but a lot of ppl hav told her shes pretty) “Im good at too many things! WHY CAN’T I JUST BE NORMAL? IT’S A FUCKING CURSE!” I shouted and then I ran away.

Chapter 15.

AN: stup flaming ok! btw u suk frum no on evry tim sum1 flams me im gona slit muh ristsz! fangz 2 raven 4 hlpein!

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“Ebony Ebony!” shouted Draco sadly. “No, please, come back!”

But I was too mad.

“Whatever! Now u can go anh have sex with Vampire!” I shouted. I stormed into my room and closed my black door with my blood-red key. It had a picture of Marylin Manson on it. He looked so sexy in a way that reminded me of Draco and Vampire. I started to cry and weep. I took a razor and started to slit my wrists. I drank the blood all depressed. Then I looked at my black GC watch and noticed it was time to go to Biology class.

I put on a short ripped black gothic dress that said Anarchy on the front in blood red letters and was all ripped and a spiky belt. Under that I put on ripped black fishnets and boots that said Joel all over them with blood red letters. I put my ebony black hair out. Anyway I went downstairs feeling all sad and depressed as usual. I did sum advanced Biology work. I was turning a bloody pentagram into a black guitar. Suddenly the guitar turned to Draco!

“Enoby I love you!” he shouted sadly. “I dnot care what those fucker preps and posers fink. Ur da most beautiful girl in the world. Before I met you I used to want to commit suicide all the time. Now I just wanna fucking be with you. I fucking love you!.” Then……………. he started to sing “Da Chronicles of Life and Death” (we considered it our song now cuz we fell in love when Joel was singing it) right in front of the entire class! His singing voice was so amazing and gothic and sexxy like a cross between Gerard, Joel, Chester, Pierre and Marilyn Manson (AN: don’t u fink dos guyz r so hot. if u dnot no who dey r get da fuk out od hr!) .

“OMFG.” I said after he was finished. Some fucking preps stared at us but I just stuck up my middle fingers (that were covered in black nail polish and were entwined with Draco’s now) at them. “I love you!” I said and then we started to kiss just like Hilary Duff (i fukin h8 dat bitch) and CMM in a Cinderella Story. Then we went away holding hands. Loopin shouted at us but he stopped cuz everyone was clapping by how sexy we looked 2gether. Then I saw a poster saying that MCR would have a concert in Hogsmede right then. We looked at each other all shocked and then we went 2gether. Chapter 16.

AN: u no wut! sut up ok! proov 2 me ur nut prepz! raven u suk u fuken bich gimme bak mah fukijn swteet ur supsd 2 rit dis! Raven wtf u bich ur suposd to dodis! BTW fangz 2 britney5655 4 techin muh japnese!

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We ran happily to Hogsmede. There we saw the stage where GC had played. We ran in happly. MCR were there playing ‘Helena’. I was so fucking happy! Gerard looked even sexier than he did in da pictures. Even Draco thought so, I could totally see him getting an erection but it didn’t matter cuz I knew know that we were da only true ones for eachother. I was wearing a black leather minidress and black leather platinum boots with red ripped fishnets. Draco was wearing a black baggy MCR t-shirt and black baggy pants. Anyway, we stated moshing to Helena. We frenched. We ran up 2 the front of the band to stage-dive. Suddenly, Gerard pulled off his mask. So did the others. We gasped. It wasn’t them at all. It was.,……………………….. Volsemort and da Death Dealers!

“Wtf Draco im not going to a concert wid u!” I shouted angrily. “Not after what happened to me last time? Even if its MCR n u no how much I lik them”

“What cause we…you know…” he gadgetted uncomfortbli cause guys don’t like to talk a bout you-know-what.

“Yeah cause we you know!” I yielded in an angry voice.

“We won’t do that again.” Draco promised. “This time, we’re going with an ESCORT.”

“OMFG wtf/ Are you giving into the mainstream?” I asked. “So I guess ur a prep or a Christina or what now?”

“NO.” he muttered loudly.

“R u becoming a prep or what?” I shootd angrily.

“Enoby! I’m not! Pls come with me!” He fell down to his knees and started singing ‘Da world is black’ by GC to me.

I was flattened cause that’s not even a single, he had memorized da lyrks just 4 me!

“OK then I guess I will have to.” I said and then we frenched 4 a while and I went up 2 my room.

B’loody Mary was standing there. “Hajimemashite gurl.” she said happily (she spex Japanese so do i. dat menz ‘how do u do’ in japanese). “BTW Willow that fucking poser got expuld. she failed al her klasses and she skepped math.” (an: RAVEN U FUKIN SUK! FUK U!)

“It serves that fuking bich right.” I laughed angrily.

Well anyway we where felling all deprezzed. We wutsched some goffic movies like Das niteMARE b4 xmas. “Maybe Willow will die too.” I said.

“Kawai.” B’loody Mair shook her head enrgtically lethrigcly. “Oh yeah o have a confession after she got expuld I murdered her and den loopin did it with her cause he’s a necphilak.”

“Kawai.” I commnted happily . We talked to each other in silence for da rest uv da movie.

“OH HEY BTw, im going to a concert with drako tonight in Hogsmeade with mcr.” I sed. “ I need to wear like da hotset outfit EVA.”

B’Loody Mairy Nodded ENREGeticALLlY. “Omfg totally lets go shopping.”

“In Hot Topic, right?” I asked, already getting out my spshcial Hot Topic Loiyalty carde.

“No.” My head snaped up.

‘WHAT?” my head spuin. I could not believe it. “B’Loody Mary are u a PREP?”

“NOOOO!NOOOO!” She laughed. “I found some cool goffic stores near Hogwarts that’s all.”

“Hu told u abut them” I askd sure it would be Drako or Diabolo or Vampire(don’t even SAY that nam to me!). Or me.

“Dumblydore.” She sed. “Let me just call our broms.”

“OMFFG DUMBLYDORE?” I asked quietly.

“Yah I saw the map for Hogsmeade on his desk.” She told me. “Come on let’s go.”

We were going in a few punkgoff stores SPECIALLY for the concerts in Hogsmeade. The salesperson was OMG HOTTER THAN GERARD EXCEPT NOT CAUSE THAT’S IMPOSSIBLE and he gave me a few dresses. “We only have these for da real goffs.”

“Da real goffs?” Me and B’Loody Mary asked.

“Yah u wouldn’t believe how many posers ther are in this town man! Yesterday loopin and snap tried to buy a goffic camera pouch.” He shook his head. “I dint even no they had a camera.”

“OMFG NO THEIR GONNA SPY ON ME AGAIN!” I cried, running out of the changing room wearing a long black dress with lots of red tulle coming out and very low-cut with a huge slit.

“Oh my satan you have to buy that outfit” The salesperson said.

“Yeah it looks totlly hot.” said B’Loody Mary.

“You know what I am gona give it to you free cause u look really hot in that utfit. Hey are you gonna be at the concert tonight?” he asked.

“Yeah I am actually.” I looked back at him. “Hey BTW my name’s ebondy dark’ness dementia TARA way what’s yours?”

“Tom Rid.” He said and ran a hand through his black-dyed hair. “maybe I’ll see you there tonight.”

“Yeah I don’t think so cause I am going there with my bf drako you sick perv!” I yelled angrily, but before he could beg me to go with him, Hargrid flew in on his black broom looking worried. “OMFG EBONDY U NEED OT GET BACK INTO THE CASTLE NOW!”

huh. my immortal is shorter than i remember

[female-malice]

What? Because you'd personally rather read a book about two "similar" women, the dynamic between the protagonists in a book you haven't read is automatically fetishy and bad? Like the series very much has other pairings of "similar" women working towards something (Harrow's other "love interest" is, I hope you'll be glad to hear, a ~waifish heroin chic necromancer~... there's another hinted pairing of two "cavalier" characters with very similar goals. The series isn't romance-focused though). Understandable if you're not that interested in talking abt this further but I have a lot of opinions on the Gideon books and a lot of opinions on lesbian representation in media and I'd be happy to come off anon and DM you if you're down 😭 I've read the books several times over and i feel you have a really weird impression of them

I mean ultimately, if this book is YA for teenagers, I can see why they fucking love it. Like, when I was in 6th grade, I was a die-hard twi-hard vampire nutcase. I read every twilight book cover to cover multiple times. I couldn't get enough! Everything in the books was so dire and dramatic! Perfect for the teenage soul. And I've written posts before about how the Cullens are more relatable than your average vampires. They're very relatable for young gay readers. I'm like almost 30 so I didn't grow up with LGBTQIAP+++ bullshit everywhere in middle school. It was a homophobic environment and I was just as homophobic as every other student. But on some level I understood I was secretly different in a "bad" way. Like a secret vampire that goes to regular school. So of course I projected onto Edward Cullen lol.

If teens want to read twilight dynamics with lesbian characters, who am I to stop them? But now as an adult, I've had my fair share of fucked up relationships with women. Maybe I wouldn't've put so much effort into those relationships if I didn't read so much twilight lol. But I've lived through enough lesbian codependant melodrama and I have no desire to read novels about it.

I'm extremely precise about what kind of lesbian stories and representation I expose myself to. I basically can't do any lesbian fiction at all. But I have an entire sideblog dedicated to the personal lives of female basketball stars. I also love to read about the lives of lesbians in Paris from the 1890s-1930s. And there's plenty of messy unhealthy relationships in lesbian Paris and lesbian basketball. But all of it is real. Reading about the real heartbreak/tension/grief that a gay woman went through is totally different from reading it in a novel. It's like "wow, she's been through what I've been through! In fact, she's been through much worse! And she has 5 gold medals 😳! So I think I'll be okay." But reading about lesbians in fucked up relationships in a fiction novel is like "um ew. who wrote this shit 🙄"

[punkscowardschampions]

Jimmy & Janis

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Janis: just really Janis: I don't know Janis: yeah Jimmy: It's my turn to steal a car Jimmy: say the word, babe Janis: cheers Janis: step up from what she was working with, even if I'm not sure you'd pass a breathalyzer yet, like Jimmy: challenge accepted Janis: 👮💪 Janis: don't actually though, just so we're clear Janis: you should go back to sleep Jimmy: tell it to the 🐕 Jimmy: she's followed me all about everywhere I looked for you Jimmy: 🙄 Janis: awh Janis: I'm sorry Jimmy: Again, tell her 'cause 🏆💪 late night trampoline champ, me Janis: make it up to her, obviously Janis: if Ian wasn't 😡 enough over the kids, the kebab shit she does will send him over the edge, like Jimmy: She's alright she's had a walk to the scene of your failed crime with me Jimmy: Ian'll be 💔 as Sharon or whatever her name is Jimmy: let's call her mum Janis: damn, are YOU alright? Janis: didn't pull a shotgun did she Jimmy: I didn't pull a muscle or owt either 🥇 tah Jimmy: What kind of Romeo would I be if I'm not coming through a window or chucking shit at it, like? Jimmy: not real 💩 though, you're alright Janis: dead impressive, you Janis: and probably for the best, can they get DNA from shit? Janis: idk Jimmy: might do if I were 45 and it had 🩸 in it Janis: 😂 this is gross Jimmy: *goals Jimmy: I reckon we're proper starcrossed now, she were fuming Janis: of course, tbh Romeo was lucky she weren't just emptying her chamber pot when he was lurking Janis: oh god Janis: she always is so don't take it personal Jimmy: might've helped if 1. I could remember your name Jimmy: 2. Twix didn't near get in a 🐕 fight with hers Jimmy: 3. I never said 'same, mate' when she said she had work in a bit Janis: 🙄 Janis: well, as your luck would have it Janis: may have unintentionally started a widespread family drama so Janis: gracie, meet bus Jimmy: it ain't my fault or bad luck if your parents gave more than one of you J names and if not, easy guess who I meant Jimmy: described you and owt so Janis: sure it was so favourable Jimmy: 'course Jimmy: 😍😍😍 Janis: just made that face at her, yeah Jimmy: what kind of poet do you take me for? Jimmy: obviously prepared something on the way Janis: if you were any kind you'd tell me you dreamt it, boy Jimmy: 💔 Jimmy: Oi, I'm not reading my dream diary to you, dickhead Janis: 💔 Janis: I'll just be bored on my walk then Janis: rude Jimmy: Impossible to be bored with a kebab or how pissed Gracie must be to have agreed to that Jimmy: she'll be dreaming about them calories and waking up to 💀👑 death threats Janis: it is very tempting to DM her a mukbang but Jimmy: if you don't, I'll stop waiting here like your 💔 missus and come do it Janis: shaz suits you Jimmy: there's your warning, Jules Jimmy: and it don't end in a y so how could it possibly? Jimmy: Ian's never wrong Janis: hot Janis: x2, duh Jimmy: 😏 Janis: oh, before I forget Janis: she said sorry Jimmy: I get it, our kid drives me to drink an' all Janis: 'scuse you, I'm responsible af Janis: she's just talking a lot Janis: more than usual Jimmy: she's wasted then? Janis: don't take much Jimmy: pisshead and a lightweight 💕 Janis: oi Jimmy: tah for only twinning with your 💕🍺 Jimmy: keeping it 🥇 Janis: 😒 Jimmy: I miss you too, girl Janis: really Janis: 🤔🤔🤔 Jimmy: You don't reckon I'm 💔🎻😭? Janis: tis your default so Jimmy: Oi Janis: what Jimmy: Are you gonna stay? Jimmy: there, at yours Janis: idk Janis: might have to Jimmy: I weren't lying to your young, fit nan Jimmy: I do have a shift in a bit Janis: firstly, ew Janis: secondly, eww Jimmy: and thirdly? Janis: alright, see you later then Jimmy: No Janis: what? Jimmy: Don't just go again Janis: I didn't mean Janis: I meant I'll probably stay here then, for all the reasons Jimmy: 👌 Janis: I miss you too Jimmy: Then just Janis: I'll come back as soon as I can Janis: but probably be at the CG the way this day's going Jimmy: You gonna bring your hungover sister? Janis: why you wanna see her so bad, like Jimmy: now that she's nicked you off me, I do Janis: Babe Jimmy: What? Janis: you're just really Jimmy: 😡😡 yeah, me and your nan Janis: was going to say nice Jimmy: Piss off Jimmy: You're the one saving Grace Jimmy: I'm only here 😭😭😭 Jimmy: me and the 🐕 Janis: debatable that Janis: she's a good dog too Jimmy: You're a good girlfriend Jimmy: next time just tell me you're going Janis: I will Janis: promise Janis: you were just so 😴 Jimmy: I don't care if I'm 💀💀💀 wake me Jimmy: I thought Janis: I know Janis: in hindsight Jimmy: if you're gonna sober up enough to ever have 2nd thoughts about owt I've said, at least write it down somewhere Jimmy: save me a 💀💌 Jimmy: you know I'm basically illiterate Janis: i ain't Janis: i won't, like Jimmy: You still like me then? Janis: of course I do Janis: think drunk grace spits so much truth I'm reconsidering, like Jimmy: Being in love with Mia is enough to put anyone off, to be fair Jimmy: even my ex weren't bad as her Janis: the 💔 is very real here Jimmy: I can imagine, won't, like, but easily could Jimmy: got the orchestra following you home, babe Janis: take it, like Janis: at least those losers won't have bad intentions Jimmy: they ain't gonna piss about 🎻s to play Jimmy: and they know how 💪💪💪 you are Janis: who don't tbh Janis: 👊👊👊 Jimmy: my dad and Sharon Jimmy: might've missed your chance to show her but 🤞 Ian won't die before we can kill him Janis: I'll be back 🤖 Jimmy: 👍 Jimmy: I want you back Janis: trust me, rather be there, even if I weren't somewhere this shit Jimmy: can't you get here somehow? Jimmy: both bigheads, gotta be able to make it work Janis: I'm 🤞 they'll reckon she's in a worse enough state that they'll put her to bed and I can make my exit Jimmy: Get to the CG and I'll meet you there, open up earlier than planned Janis: I am only in it for the lattes Janis: 😍🤤 Jimmy: There you go then Jimmy: 🔑💕 Janis: honestly, was opening up meant to be a punishment or the #ultimatewingmanmove Janis: thanks.. graham Jimmy: Let me know after I've taught you ☕🎨 Jimmy: ultimate skill for the CV that Janis: also so important to me Janis: career progression Janis: only so far all the 💸 will take me Jimmy: #obvs Jimmy: good acoustics in there if owt else fails Jimmy: for your 😇 voice Janis: your 😈 one Jimmy: You're so Janis: your fault Janis: and your problem now so Jimmy: Your own fault Jimmy: but no problem Janis: you Janis: just Janis: you know Jimmy: you baby Jimmy: it's been you this entire time Janis: I can't Jimmy: Bollocks, there's nowt you can't do Jimmy: 🥇 girl Janis: I really fucking like you alright Jimmy: It's alright with me Janis: good Jimmy: You wanna do something when I'm done being paid to serve? 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Jimmy: I'll be nice to you 'cause I want to Jimmy: Grace don't come into it Janis: even better then Janis: just reminding you, such a 😇 Jimmy: still got your song in my head Jimmy: weren't likely to forget Janis: just my name Janis: standard Jimmy: I know your name, Juliet Janis: Well I know how to make you say it so Janis: who's the real romantic here Jimmy: been saying it's you since day 1 Jimmy: no need for a twitter poll Janis: so what you're saying is, I win Jimmy: Nah, I do Jimmy: you're with this miserable dickhead Jimmy: I get the last true romantic Janis: don't do yourself dirty Janis: you're alright Jimmy: Tah Janis: you could've swooned a bit Janis: really meant that, dickhead Jimmy: Calm down, I felt it Janis: ugh Janis: feel a bit sick Jimmy: Shut up Janis: oh lol Janis: meant that too but unrelated Janis: probably the kebab Jimmy: such a pisstake you Jimmy: Alright well 🤢 before you get to me, like Janis: charming Janis: some nurse you are Jimmy: Grace will hold your hair back for you, all the practice she's had Janis: yeah, such a help her rn Jimmy: better not set her off 🤢🤢🤢 an' all then Janis: shut up Jimmy: Baby Janis: you reckon I could push her in and run Janis: before either of them come Jimmy: 👍 Jimmy: top plan Janis: yeah? 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Janis: yeah Janis: some of it was good still Jimmy: I'll always give you good weird, babe Jimmy: promise Janis: thanks, really Jimmy: I wanna do more Jimmy: what can I? Janis: don't go nowhere Janis: stay Jimmy: Alright Janis: I know it's weird Janis: to say Janis: just a weird night yeah Jimmy: Why do you reckon it's weird? Jimmy: You're allowed to want me to be about Janis: I dunno Jimmy: You've not done this before, have you? Jimmy: that'll be why Janis: navigated a drunk grace home? Janis: unfortunately not my first rodeo Jimmy: 🥇 #bants mate but not what I meant Janis: what do you mean then Jimmy: You didn't get me? 💔 Janis: how ungoals Janis: have to dump me Jimmy: subtle Janis: shut up Jimmy: not me who did a 🌙 flit, were it? Janis: if Cass ever manages to get herself in half a state, you've got a free pass, like Jimmy: Leave it out Janis: yeah Jimmy: seriously Janis: alright Janis: ain't said anything Jimmy: 👍 Janis: well you know the drill Janis: wish me 🍀 Janis: come find me if it gets to a couple of days Jimmy: that ain't funny Jimmy: but alright Janis: I know it ain't Jimmy: have a look at where I said leave it out then Janis: well I mean it, we're there, like Janis: not gonna be accused of 👻ing again Jimmy: so go on and crack on Janis: fine Jimmy: 👌 Janis: [let's say she can get out in a reasonable amount of time like shh cali not now] Janis: at work? Jimmy: [a 😒 selfie to show he is] Janis: another day another dollar Janis: want me to come see you Jimmy: I won't take you to get that as a matching tramp stamp, rich girl, but it'll do well on the 'gram Janis: you gonna do it for me Jimmy: obvs, nowt I wouldn't 💕 Janis: find the cleanest biro you can then, dickhead Jimmy: [selfie of him with a pen in his mouth like this'll do] Janis: 😏 Janis: stop flirting with me and start flirting with your customers Jimmy: uploading my nudes to the CG insta, hang on Jimmy: just gotta keep one arm round Doris so she don't 💀💀💀 Jimmy: didn't have her hip done that long ago Janis: such a talented multi-tasker Janis: defs need a raise Jimmy: 🥇 Janis: you need anything Jimmy: other than a raise? Janis: do my best Janis: such a fan of mine, dennis Jimmy: who ain't, babe? Janis: oh, some ginger prick, appaz Jimmy: What? Janis: of the many enlightening things gracie came out with, the fact some lad reckons I shagged his bird was the funniest tbh Janis: catch me brawling for her affection Jimmy: 🙄😏 can't take you nowhere Jimmy: get back in the closet for a bit tah, you're showing me up Janis: oi, don't take his side Janis: worst bf ever 💔 Jimmy: It's been a few hours now, like Jimmy: What did you reckon 💕 and 🌹? Janis: obvs Janis: no less for me 👑 Jimmy: good, won't have to chuck this bunch back on the ⚰ for a bit then Janis: don't worry, when it comes to it, seperate your yelp review and bf one Janis: not that rude Jimmy: career progression really is important to you, eh? Jimmy: so hot Janis: top priority Jimmy: I'll let my manager know Janis: Busy shift? Jimmy: You want a smoothie that bad? Jimmy: I'll sort you out with a queue jump, babe Janis: just sound it Janis: I can wait Jimmy: If I sound 😒 and 😫 that'll be 'cause I am Janis: hold your nose and down 'em all, like Jimmy: just neck this lass' espresso in front of her Jimmy: #savage Janis: 😂 Janis: I think it's funny, get on board jeremy Jimmy: if you ain't put owt in the suggestion box, now's the time, girl Janis: will do Janis: reckon I'm gonna shower and sort myself 'fore I come though Janis: pretty wrecked and all Jimmy: You had any sleep? Janis: nah Jimmy: Get some, dickhead Janis: I've survived on less, it's alright Jimmy: That weren't what I asked Janis: didn't really ask, more demand Janis: time and a place to be all 🤤 babe Jimmy: Here's me demanding you don't pass out in the CG then Jimmy: and your warning that I will draw on your face Janis: fair Janis: but Jimmy: but what? Janis: I just wanna see you Jimmy: I'll wake you up when I'm done Jimmy: you know how much I love the bus ride to yours Jimmy: Why are you trying to deny me my fave thing? So rude Janis: I'm your fave thing Janis: ruder Jimmy: So I don't want you to 💀💀💀 Jimmy: just sleep Janis: okay Janis: I'll try Jimmy: 🧸💕 Jimmy: I'll try not to be jealous Janis: I hope it smells enough like you so I can 😴 Jimmy: put my hoodie on, I'll be there as soon as Janis: Okay Janis: try not to fall into the steamer Janis: I'd miss your face Jimmy: Me an' all Jimmy: need it to rest my 😎 on Jimmy: and how would I 🚬? Janis: keep those 👂s and 👃 in tact Janis: gobhole still be there Jimmy: 👍 Jimmy: I get it, you'd miss my 👂 the most Jimmy: do it for you then, baby Janis: how would I even show my 💕 Janis: don't bear thinking about Jimmy: I might think about it Jimmy: just a bit Janis: 😏 hm Janis: idk if that will help me sleep but Jimmy: I'd say sorry but it'll only sound fake Janis: never fake, us Jimmy: could obvs say the same about that ginger dickhead and his gay missus though Janis: how rude to try and get rid via slandering my name Janis: literally just got this rep girl Jimmy: I'll have a scrap with him but it's probably best if you don't touch her Janis: get her to do a police sketch Janis: did she imagine it or Janis: who knows Jimmy: maybe she fucked your sister but Grace don't want 💀👑 to dump her so she's saying it were you Janis: 😱 Janis: falls apart when they're off-again already Janis: but let's spread that instead, obvs Jimmy: #trueloveaintneveroff Jimmy: soz for the stuff of nightmares though, Judith Janis: truly, gonna have her as my sleep paralysis demon Janis: come through 👑charming Jimmy: Hang on, I fucked up but I can fix this Jimmy: [voice memo that's like a bedtime story because he's a nerd on his break and is obvs gonna use his time wisely to make something up] Jimmy: stick that on, you'll be alright Janis: [does] Janis: this is Janis: why are you the cutest I hate it Jimmy: shhh Jimmy: 😴😴😴 Janis: okay but I had to let you know Janis: earnt being bigheaded this time Jimmy: 💪🏆 Janis: 🌃 Jimmy: in a bit, girl Jimmy: [we should say he does go to Cali's so she can wake up whenever to him being there and sleepy snuggling her, gutted for the bear obvs] Janis: ['hey' so buzzin' like] Jimmy: [says it back so softly because all 😍 at how cute she is sleeping] Janis: [when you don't know what to do with yourself badadadum] Jimmy: [a kiss hello is what he should do though because cute and a mood] Janis: [the l word keeps coming like it is time] Jimmy: [that ILY curse, hello to you, my friend] Janis: ['how was the rest of your shift?' yawning so snoozy] Jimmy: [when you just snuggle into her even more than you were like is that an answer or do you just wanna, there's no way to know] Janis: [have that snugg time lads you've earnt it] Jimmy: [just let him be soft 5ever and hold her and kiss her as much as he wants thank you world] Janis: [he gonna need sleep too so have at it] Jimmy: [mhmm be the big 🥄 boy] Janis: [enjoy all that hair we know you do] Jimmy: [shameless] Janis: [just listening to the story again] Jimmy: [I also like to think Pablo had to let him in for my own lols] Janis: [yasss if it was either of cali they'd wanna talk ew] Jimmy: [and Grace is dying so] Janis: [poor girl lol] Jimmy: [if Mia comes knocking she ain't coming in, nobody wants to see you hun especially Pablo] Janis: [oh lord, tryna bang him when she's home i see u] Jimmy: [we all know she would] Janis: [snek, have a field day 'cos JJ are there too] Jimmy: [true] Janis: [too bad bitch] Jimmy: [imagine how unsympathetic she'd be even if Grace was actually dying, the friend we all want obvs] Janis: [i imagine she's like ellie's mum and just talks about herself like literally oblivious] Jimmy: [honestly, suck it up buttercup, am I right?] Janis: [lmaooooo]

[kincringeemporium]

This made everything worse

Okay, sounds fun! Mod OJ is about to look at some happy kin cringe and come back from it.

Wrong, I knew something was gonna scar me.

And boy, it did.

VAE/VAER?! Diamoric?! What the hell? Those aren't pronouns, sexualities, or genders, hon.

And 22?! How the fuck are they 22. At this point, I'm a little skeptical, but I'm sure they're legit about this. Stupidity is everywhere.

...besides the fact I don't want to offend a fandom, let's move on. I swear I made a face so bad I sneezed all the gunk outta my nose. I mean...thanks, for that, whateveryournameis?

NONONO THAT'S NOT IT AT ALL THAT'S YOU UNHEALTHILY RELYING ON A CHARACTER! NOT EVERY CHARACTER IS YOU! YOU'RE JUST NOT IN REALITY MY DUDE.

At this point, I'm cringing. I sneeze more snot out. Thanks flu!

"Don't want to blow my cover."

"They can't know that I'm fucking kin."

That should...tell you something? Right?

Also, why the fuck are you talking like that was legit you? All high up like a king? Boi...

ALSO DON'T DRAG MY ONE PUNCH MAN INTO THIS HE DOESN'T DESERVE IT

My anger causes my temperature to rise...

It's. A fucking. Character. First off, that character has to be proven trans, and I have a feeling you confuse headcanon with "trans". If they are trans and the people are like "ew, tr*nny", that's one thing. People making art like gebderbends or whatever the fuck else over a fucking character is fine. Don't get me started.

(Doesn't this also undermine kin itself? I'm not getting into the kin aspect of it either).

Please jump into a trash can.

At this point, I'm praying, hoping, and believing it is a troll. They gotta be! After all they sa-

W a i t-

"I ripped a dude's throat ou..."

Kin isn't dangerous, yeah?

Or this is a very good troll.

Either way my fucking sinuses are trying to kill me, my body is weaker than before, my fever is back and my eyes are more sunken in than usual.

Who the fuck is this guy?!

(And the guy who had aphobic in his name. I'm done.)

-Mod OJ

[fake-zagan]

Koumei, Solomon and Lo'lo headcannons for when they find they're s/o as a child and doesn't remember them because they're time was reversed?

Sorry this took 5ever.

Koumei, Solomon, and Lo’lo finding their s/o as a child…

Koumei

★ So when Koumei goes into his and his s/o’s shared room and sees a lump in the blankets, he thinks nothing of it. He proceeds with moving towards the bed. But when he pulls back the covers, and see’s a tiny child, he doesn’t even know how to react. At first he just stands there, completely confused. He assumed that maybe some child has found their way into his room, but man, it looked kind of familiar.

★ when it started stirring, and waking up, he stayed still. When they both met eyes, he thought that maybe his s/o had a child that popped up out of nowhere, because wooow. It really looks like Y/N.

★ “Who are you..??” He says rather harshly.

★ “I’m Y/N. Who are you!”

★ “You mean Y/N’s son/daughter??”

★ “Ew– what?? No!! I’m only 6 I can’t have kids ‘ya weirdo!!”

★ He takes them to see Judar to see if he can see who this mysterious kid is. When the Magi confirms that; yes, this is Y/N, as a child.

★ He would ask this newly formed s/o-child if they wanted to return home, if there was a home to return to, and if not, he would opt to finding someone else to take care of them. He would be really confused as to how it happened, and would feel a little awkward taking care of them himself for the first little while. So for the time being, he would keep a close eye on them, while he did research on anything that could reverse it. If there wasn’t anything, then he would leave it at that. He might even resort to a father figure tbh. take care of them. Any feelings he had, would slowly whither, and grow into some platonic feelings, since they’re obviously now a child.

Solomon

★ He was informed that something had happened to his s/o, and every time he asked what happened all they said was, “You’ll have to see it with you own eyes.”

★ When his eyes fell on a mini-Y/N, they both looked at each other with unfamiliar eyes. There was recognition on Solomons end, But from Y/N’s perspective, this was a strange lookin dude with some really long blue hair.

★ “What’s this??” He holds his hand, motioning towards the child.

★ “That’s Y/N. they went to sleep, and when they awoke– This happened. They don’t recognize any of us. We’ve looked through books, scrolls– anything. But we couldn’t find anything that would tell us what’s happened.”

★ He’s a little curious as to what’s happened, but knows there are other, more dire matters at hand. He knows that Ugo and others will look into it, and maybe come up with something. But, until they do, Solomon chooses to have little-Y/N be put through school, much like any other child should. Never really lets them accompany him on any journeys he takes, still in fear for their safety.

Lo’lo

★ He’ll start the day by saying good bye to his s/o, and go to the coliseum to do his daily activities. But when he comes home, he’s suddenly worried when he can’t find his s/o. He searched everywhere inside the place, but they were nowhere to be found. When he peeked out into their backyard, he was puzzled to see a child crouched over, and tending to the the little vegetable garden his s/o had planted.

★ When he went outside to see what the child was doing, he was surprised to see their welcoming smile. Usually most kids feared him, he was a towering giant after all. With the most calm and soft voice he could muster, he asked them who they were.

★ “I’m Y/N! You’re super tall!! Can I sit on your shoulders!?” They looked at Lo’lo as if he put the sun in the sky; and they’d even believe him if he said so. He knew something was a little suspicious. One of the few people that looked at Lo’lo so starry-eyed was his Y/N, and not to mention this child’s interest in the garden Y/N built. As absurd as it sounded, he had an itchy feeling about this.

★ He picked them up and sat them on his shoulders, taking them to see Titus. Knowing the Magi would know what’s up.

★ Titus had to do a double-take when he saw Y/N. Knowing something was a little off. Well a lot of off.

★ He had no idea how to fix this, so now they were stuck with a tiny child. Which wasn’t so bad, at least mini-Y/N could run around with all the other Fanalis children, and grow up to become great warriors with them. As odd as this was to Lo’lo, he really saw no chance at fixing this. He’d be a little pained by it all, but no use crying over spilled milk.