#i go there every summer on a cruise or just on a plane and it’s beautiful

[mydarlingdahlia]

I’m bored and tired because I just had to schedule my first (and hopefully only) surgery for the new year on the phone for two hours last night and had to go in for consultation last minute even though I thought I didn’t need it and even though the office was supposed to be closed an hour ago but for some reason their phones are still operating(??) and I am probably going to pass out while listening to audios of Itto while laying on my dog’s tummy *INHALE*

Anyways I wanna know where y’all are from if you’re not from the US :3 (fuckin hate this country I’m tryna leave fs)

I’m curious to see where y’all are from, as I have a few mooties who aren’t from the US! :3

[umichenginabroad]

New Zealand Part 1 (Week 11)

One of the beautiful things about studying at UNSW is that during week 6 of our studies, we get a flexibility week where the majority of courses don’t hold class and students are given the chance to catch up with schoolwork, get ahead, or do nothing and just relax! My hostel-mates and I knew about this opportunity from the day we got here, so a big trip was always in the works. We even knew that we all wanted to spend the time in New Zealand. The only problem? There’s 18 of us living in the hostel together and we’ve had enough trouble planning trips for just 5 or 6 people, let alone 18. Everyone had a different vision of what a trip to New Zealand could look like between camping, or renting cars and staying in AirBnBs, or living out of campervans. Needless to say, the trip planning was procrastinated all through the 4 weeks of summer and another 4 weeks of term 1. Once in a while someone would say, “Guys, we really have to plan this. Plane tickets are getting expensive!” and they’d be met with more approval and support than a professor who has suggested extending a homework deadline. But, as expected with our group, no action would be taken. Until one person sits down and buys themself a roundtrip flight to New Zealand, nobody is going anywhere. Soon enough, after intense procrastination and discussion, tickets were bought, plans were made, the group of 14 (four couldn’t make it) had divided into two campervans and two cars (who would be staying in AirBnBs), and I was sitting on a plane to Queenstown. 

^^ Landing in Queenstown

Queenstown may not be among New Zealand’s 20 largest cities, but it is renowned for its adventure sports and stunning scenery, earning it the nickname "Adventure Capital of the World," as my friend Elizabeth would say. Our adventures in Queenstown, however, were put on hold until the end of the trip as we had a road trip planned that would take us up north to Christchurch and then back down to the Adventure Capital. So, on our first day there we picked up our car rentals and headed to Fiordland National Park for a quick hike. The greenest plants, mossiest rocks, and most colorful mushrooms riddled the paths and made our short hike one of the most memorable. 

^^ Some New Zealand Flora

I also felt a lot safer hiking in New Zealand compared to Australia. New Zealand has none of the snakes that Australia is infamous for and has an almost negligible amount of dangerous spiders compared to the numbers Australia boasts! With our glow worm cave tour waiting for us in Te Anau, we had to get back on the road quickly. Lucky for us, there are worse places to be driving than one of the most naturally beautiful countries in the world where mountains surround you in every direction and lakes bluer than the sky itself pop up out of the blue (pun intended) every few moments. We weren’t allowed to take pictures in the glow worm caves, but imagine yourself sitting on a boat in a pitch black cave with little blue/green specks scattering the ceiling. That was pretty much it! It was interesting to learn about the glow worms themselves – they glow brighter the hungrier they are (to better attract flies) and they’re actually larvae, not worms, so they just need to survive long enough to turn into gnats and reproduce. You may be wondering why I’m sharing so much detail about random worms. Well, as a recent trivia night attendee (two weeks in a row), I see every random fact as a future topic in trivia. You can thank me later.

^^ Just the average roadside view while driving along the west side of the South Island!

Milford Sound was next on the list. Just a two hour drive from Te Anau with the option of a bus service to shuttle you there and back, Milford Sound is a large fiord stretching 9 miles (or, 15 km should I say) to the open sea. Once there, a boat cruise takes you down to the ocean and back while passing waterfalls, dramatic cliffs, and some popular scuba diving destinations. Milford Sound was highly recommended as an activity on our itinerary, and it truly lived up to the hype! From the stops on the bus ride to the scenic cruise, I was in a constant state of awe that I will never forget. The rest of the trip was just as exciting, but I’ll cover it in the next post! Until then, Cheers!

^^ The car gang on our way to Milford Sound

^^ A snippet of Milford Sound

David Bayer

Biomedical Engineering

University of New South Wales in Sydney, Australia

[theonlywayisinward]

01/21/25

I’m looking at my big cozy bed and setting up all my pillows so I can lie down right in the middle and I just think how much I love my life. And then I think of how scared I am to lose it all. I’m scared that at one point I’m going to have to give this up. I’m scared of getting into a relationship and having this become a distant memory. Like, I really don’t look forward to having to live with a man again. I hate sharing. I hate how messy they are. Their stupid little quirks that they think are endearing but really you could choke them. I hate spending my hard earned money splitting bills with a man who does less. And believe me, THEY ALL DO LESS. The more I think about the fact that that’s what my future holds, it makes me want to throw up. Having to come home to someone ready to tell you all about their fucking day, and you just have to sit there and listen and try to give a shit, and having to “compromise”and to “prioritize the relationship” and “be a good girlfriend” “a good wife” a “good girl” or whatever the patriarchy was sold us is wild, like just wild. I don’t know, I really used to not think this way and while I looooove love as much as the next person, I don’t find it all that exciting

I love my empty home. Like, I fucking love everything about it. The cleanliness, the organization, the calm, the candles, everything exactly as I want it. Doing whatever I want when I come home. Peace and quiet. My space. Nobody talking, nobody asking for dinner. Nobody annoying the fuck out of me. I’m obsessed with my life and the vibes in general. Like, I’m literally about to spend almost an entire month in another continent just living it the fuck up. I’ve been spending all my money on my nutrition, clothes, experiences, plane tickets, events. Spoiling myself. I literally spent all summer on people’s yachts, meeting a ton of new friends and just VIIIIIIBING. I literally work my ass off at the gym and eat like a king and just feel and look so good ALL. THE. TIME. I’m in my prime. Like, sometimes I get scared that I enjoy this way too much that I might not really want to get into a relationship again? I might not really want kids? Or to get married? Who in their right mind wants to give up pure bliss. Unless you haven’t really had the chance to experience being on your own and loving the fuck out of it. People go from one person to the next and remain a prisoner to their feelings. As if relationships are everything lmfao. Take it from me, I’ve been offered a relationship twice in the last year and my answer was a no brainer. I mean, sooooo many people literally don’t even know what it’s like to be unattached and just cruising through life. It’s a different ballgame. People keep asking me about a partner and I’m like ?????? Let me live???? If it looks like I don’t give a shit it’s because I don’t???? If it quacks like a duck and looks like a duck it’s probably a fucking duck???? Like I don’t know how to tell people I’m in no rush, so I just tell them I’m not going to have a serious partner for a long time and to check back in a few years. Obviously I know all bets are off if I fall in love… And I almost feel like I’m jinxing myself here but I kind of don’t want to fall in love. I’m really not ready. Yeah it’s beautiful, yeah it’s rainbows and roses. But it literally makes you dumb as shit. It’s like being on drugs. All logic, rationality, common sense, sanity goes out the window. Your feelings for another person just run you, you have no control. I hate not being in control. And now I am. Doing whatever the fuck I want at all times. It’s kind of hard to explain to people how intoxicating freedom really is when they’re just so keen on seeing you paired up like every other average Joe or Susan or whatever, just so they can have you all figured out. Solve you like a puzzle. It’s pure madness lol

I’ve literally never fully stated how I feel before tbh, I just nod politely or give fortune cookie answers, but literally I just couldn’t feel more strongly about this haha like.. I’m BARELY 31 and people asking me all these questions is crazy. Like me, married at 31? It’s giving child bride, sorry but be so fucking for real lol

[cosmicsnowleopardcrusader]

I saw a furry brown skinned male feline lyran (same color as my new brown eye shadow ‘fawn’ from glossier) and he had huge blue/grey eyes and hair dreads exactly like lil durk - that matched his furry skin color. He was so vivid. His energy felt so kind and caring and careful.

I also remember being on a tram that turned into a magical bus - then a pod of 1– that I was flying so vividly- there wasn’t really anything to hang on to, I was basically close to falling out the whole time it felt. In my current earth life, Ive been on a mission to lucid dream more and more— and to consciously catch myself mid-dream so I could see things from a new perspective. I DID THAT WHILE I WAS FLYING!!!!! I was like whoa I’m back in the dream flying and I’m aware of it happening. So We were trying to escape. I was with dad Jack and someone else at dads we had a team of AI or dark programmed people who claimed to be watching us- the soldiers included guys my age plus older guards. I was soooo horrified and scared in the dream… like pure terror. I was afraid to die.. just the pain, not the death itself. I wanted it to be over with.

At one point I was standing where dad’s old playground was and a massive rectangle piece of what HAD to be tenants of a space station blown to bits (and what felt like the size of 2 cruise lines wide / long) that was about to be slammed down onto the ground (not sure by what— I feel like it was just humans and crazy ancient giant war planes in the sky so I can’t tell where the evil source was. I saw the giant cement like war scrap coming down to be slammed (slow motion like a video game) and knew it was gonna miss me but when it slammed down I saw hundreds of thousands of people get smushed. Some even just injured and not killed- which scared me even more in the dream. I knew once I died, it wouldn’t even hurt and I would flow right I to another life or place. I knew I was in a dream in that way. I just wanted to die so much so the horror would be over, but I kept escaping and surviving. Looking back, if this was a movie, there’s no way I would’ve survived. Time after time the evil kept coming in the dream and I was terrified. Until all the sudden, everything seemed to be over, and the military guys were just actors trying to book flights home lol.

At one point I remember dad and Jack still alive, it was suuuuuper rainy and slippery at one point and I was scared dad was gonna slip and fall.

And at the end I had found a new love who seemed so familiar that our hearts telepathically knew we were destined to be together and we didn’t have to say any words. Im sad to wake up from that part of the dream bc it felt as real as the terror.

At some point the experiment during the battle was over and I survived through attacks and I was vibing with one of the men who was hired to be there— a soldier of sorts— it’s almost like they were actors… and the war scene was over— anyway I fell in love with him at first sight, we had a kiss toward the end and after the kiss I overheard him tell his other female teammate “I’m goin to Omaha” which meant he was booking a one way flight to stay with me and start a new life— bc I had felt that connection with him and I felt safe. And I felt like he was real now and not the soldier from earlier lol. I remember the female soldier he told kinda rolled her eyes and laughed like “really soldier” but it felt perfect and I felt sooooo connected with him even when we weren’t in the same room.

In the end of the dream, once I figured out I’m still alive and not meant to die in that game, I went thru my things in my room I was staying in, only took a couple things, I remember thinning- “oh where I’m going I don’t even need any of that”

Why am I always packing / heading back to Omaha at the end of every dream?!

The man reminded me of Mikey Purlingy— my cubs bleacher buddy I meant last summer lol

[amberjazmyn]

grecian vacation

𝚋𝚕𝚞𝚛𝚋 - misha comes with you on your family holiday to skopelos, greece

masterlist

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sophie's younger siblings, adelia and theodore were bursting with excitement. purely because their older sister's boyfriend, misha collins, was joining them for this year's summer vacation they took every year. the vacation was to the same grecian island, skopelos. even though misha and sophie had been dating since before adelia and theodore were born, the younger brother and sister of sophie didn't know anything different. adelia, now seven and theodore now five, this was the first time misha was able to join the family due to his job as an actor and how he was finally able to take a break for the summer. and instead of going back to boston to visit his mom and siblings, he decided he couldn't stop putting off the family vacation to greece. plus, he always loved watching sophie dance and sing her heart out to the mamma mia soundtracks, most especially when she did the lay all your love on me dance on the grecian beach. i mean, sophie was named after sophie sheridan from the movie mamma mia so, it just felt right for her to do this every summer when she was in greece. now, she was able to do the songs properly now that misha was with her.

"...look how excited delia and theo are, mish, it's adorable!" sophie whispered to her boyfriend

misha turned his head up from responding to some last-minute texts and his heart melted at the sight in front of him

"aw, that really is adorable!" misha cooed as he ignored the texts on his phone a bit longer just to see the seven-year-old adelia and five-year-old theodore get overly excited about this summer's greece trip

"thank you so much for coming with us, mish! my family are really excited and appreciative!" sophie whispered as the couple cuddled in the car

the parents of sophie, adelia and theodore drove the six of them to the austin airport so they could catch their flight to greece. the flight from austin, texas to skopelos, greece is thirteen hours and five minutes. so, a great deal of time which was something that both sophie and misha did not like. both misha and sophie were not easy fliers but quite nervous fliers. but, it was helpful that sophie and misha were both tired enough from a less than five hour sleep the night before that they quite easily fell asleep. sophie staying asleep for almost the full thirteen hours, waking up with ten minutes left of the flight left. whereas misha slept for around twelve hours after little adelia woke him up because she got scared due to the sudden arrival of turbulence. another reason why sophie was grateful to have misha with him, he was absolutely perfect with adelia and theodore. so, misha easily comforted and eased adelia's fear whilst theodore stayed curled up in-between misha and sophie asleep.

finally, the family plus misha were now in skopelos, greece, where the original mamma mia movie in 2008 was filmed. the excitement was real because misha was now able to finally understand and appreciate the love and spiritual connection that his girlfriend, sophie, had to not only the island but the movies of mamma mia and mammia mia two: here we go again! and he loved the fact that sophie's love for skopelos was so real and strong. it warmed his heart to see sophie get excited the moment she stepped foot off the plane and onto the island.

also, seeing the way sophie's two younger siblings, adelia and theodore also shared the same excitement of being back on the island also made misha's heart sing. the family were now on a boat just cruising around the island's waters when adelia and theodore were in the perfect place for a photo. misha taking the photo, he thought it was the best photo ever and, sophie seemed to agree as she quietly hummed the lyrics of dancing queen by abba.

then, misha and sophie decided that they would just sit at the front of the boat and cuddle. that was when the older brother of sophie, adelia and theodore, who lived in skopelos, took a photo of the couple. and, let's just say, that alongside the photo that misha took of adelia and theodore, were two of the very few photos that were printed from their skopelos vacation 2019.

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i know the photo shows a very young adult man and this is set in 2019 but, ignore it and picture it's misha lol.

ok bye ily xx

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[prettyteddy75]

It was the end of summer and Ms.Huxtable had just returned from her girls only cruise . It had been almost two weeks since Xai saw her beautiful wife and she was anxious . She stood at the airport waiting with three dozen roses in her hands and a box of Ms.Huxtables favorite candy . She could only imagine the look on her face when her beautiful milk chocolate queen dock the the floors of TIA . "Damnnn" Xai said as she bit her lip in pure ecstasy. Ms.huxtable stepped off the plane wearing a jet black jump suit with pearl pink pumps and a single strain on pearls around her neck . She looked amazing thought Xai she could hardly contain herself thinking about how she was going to give her wife the orgasm of her when they got home . I mean it had been two weeks since she tasted ms Huxtables sweet sticky nectar and she was feenin for a mouth full. Ms huxtable was finally in arms reach Xai hugged her and picked up as if she was gone for a million years grabbing her ass tight as she griped her waist tight . She kissed her like she was going to fuck her in the middle of the airport and nobody was there . After the heated moment of passion was over they walked to their limo that was waiting outside . Ms huxtable enter the limo first as Xai stood behind her one hand on the door the other hand caressing Ms Huxtables pussy trying to penetrate through ms Huxtables jumpsuit . She was soaking wet gushing through her panties Xai  couldn't wait she went for what was hers . She close the door and as the limo rode off she started to kiss ms Huxtables neck slow and passionate as she unzipped her jumpsuit and rubbed her nipples still they begin to get hard like sweet jolly ranchers . Xai locked from her neck to her lips then to her breast she licked up and down on her nipple then side to side before taking her whole breast into her mouth while she stuck her fingers deep into ms Huxtables push causing her juices to spill all over the seats and Xai's hands . Xai took her fingers out of ms Huxtables pussy and put them in her mouth sucking one finger at a time .that got ms huxtable so turned on she grabbed Xai's dreads and pulled her head down to her sweet nectar and said fuxk me like you miss me NOW . How could Xai resist she grabbed her thighs and pulled her pussy into her mouth tasting every inch of her sucking her clit and playing in her pusssy in and out til she saw ms huxtable arch her back she knew that meant she was ready to climax so Xai grab ms huxtable and flipped her on her stomach spread her legs open and dove in eating her from top to bottom and she smacked her ass and put her tongue deep into her pusssy ms huxtable screamed I'm about cum daddy Xai then stuck her thumb in her pussy and sucked ms huxtable til she squirted all over Xai's face she turned me huxtable around as she licked the sticky sweet cum off her face and simply said "damn I miss you ".

[peakwealth]

Did anyone say Tipping Point?

Living in the south of Spain, there is no shortage of evidence that the climate is going bonkers. We are sliding towards a worst-case scenario of quickly rising temperatures. Every morning seems to bring warnings of heat waves and of dwindling water reserves. Every morning an inimical sun rises above the rooftops to the east, forcing me to quickly lower the blinds, close the windows and turn on the aircon. Then I read that it is not much better elsewhere in Europe's 'sunny south'.

Two small, anecdotal stories gleaned from the news makes me think humanity is not likely to pull out of the climate crisis intact.

The first story is about household appliances in Africa which I read about in Le Monde. The article dealt with the popularity of large, American-style refrigerators, the stainless steel models with opposing twin doors and a built-in dispenser of ice cubes. Needless to say they use a lot of power which is in short supply in many African countries. But ice dispensers, it would appear, are what people want - it makes sense in this unrelenting heat, doesn't it? And damn the consequences. In the grand picture of global energy waste, it is probably insignificant but it illustrates what the world is up against.

*******

The second bit of evidence is graphic, a screenshot of worldwide air traffic on a recent day (above). It represents some 20,000 commercial flights in the air at the same time. With a few exceptions, like northern Siberia and Greenland, or the Tibetan Plateau, or the central Sahara, planes are criss crossing every inhabited continent. They never stop. And air travel is expected to keep growing fast as income rises in countries like India. Right now, Airbus and Boeing are struggling to keep up with an avalanche of orders for new planes.

I can observe this happening close to home. At the beginning of the summer season, the airport of Málaga, in essence a regional airport rather than a hub, registered 545 flights in a single day. The vast majority were  being operated with Airbus 320 or Boeing 737 planes. As each aircraft carries some 200 people, that adds up to about 100,000 arrivals and departures in a single day. Very few of those visitors have a reason for coming to Málaga other than leisure. Many come to party and get drunk on beer that is still cheaper than in Copenhagen, Manchester or Vienna.

Clearly, there is still disposable income out there, or credit. And limited concern about the climate, unless people have somehow internalized the inevitable and just want to go out in a blaze of happy hedonism.

I do not wish to add to the current obsession with ‘frivolous’ air travel when other, less visible activities contribute in equal measure to global warming, beginning with the data centres and server farms that bring us billions of useless videos and messages all day.

The list of unreformed greenhouse gas emitters is endless, from cruise travel to container shipping to IKEA, or Tesla, or the construction industry, or industrial farming and fishing, they are all taking us over the edge.

I guess someone could generate a world map of people shopping at IKEA at any given time, or sending TikTok videos. It would balance the map of the evil air traffic. But I am not sure it would make us think harder, or act differently.

[luvrlou]

What Happens in Mykonos Stays in Mykonos

Pairing: Wroetoshaw x fem!reader

Warnings: Swearing, Drinking

Summary: After a drunken night of clubbing Harry and Y/N exchange some intoxicated words.

A/N: Heart eyes for Harry

Word Count: 1.8k

"Harry and Cal are sleeping, and Y/N is watching a movie, I think?" Callum told his camera, this made me look up.

"I'm seeing how close we are to landing," I replied, Callum zooming his camera into me. "We're landing in about an hour and a half."

The man nodded, "we should probably wake up the boys, they'll want drinks before we get off." I agreed, going to wake up the boy on my left, Cal.

"Fuck off Callum!" He groaned, coming to his senses, "oh, hey Y/N!" He smiled seeing it was me waking up.

"Hello Cal," I replied.

"Here, what's this!" He chirped, looking at the drink on my table, "a cheeky malibu and pineapple juice, interesting." He observed, reaching to take a drink.

"Woah there! That's mine!" I replied, grabbing the cup before he could. I swiftly downed the drink, before muttering a snarky, get your own to the lanky boy.

I looked over to the end of the row to see Harry groggily talking to Callum. The plane was separated into rows of four, an aisle splitting them in half. I sat in the window seat, Cal in the seat next to me, Harry and Callum sat in the other side.

Before we knew it the flight attendant was back to cruising up and down the aisle with the drinks trolley. When she reached our row we all gave her a list of drinks, a Guinness for Callum, Malibu and pineapple juice for me, white wine for Cal and a vodka coke for Harry.

Since we were at the back of the plane the woman seemed to have all the time in the world, she handed the boys their drinks. While she handed me mine she spoke, "so what one of these lucky boys is your boyfriend?"

The question caused me to laugh, "none of them, I'm just an old friend!'

"Really?" She seemed extremely shocked by my answer, "I mean you're gorgeous how could they not be all over you!" Her comment made Callum laugh while Harry reddened.

"Awk thank you!" I smiled back at the attendant. She smiled back before walking back up the aisle.

"Did you see Harry's face!" Cal cackled, looking at the embarrassed boy at the end of the row.

"Shut up Cal!" He shouted back, sipping his vodka-infused drink. His clear irritation made me, Cal and Callum laugh between ourselves.

We spent the remaining hour or so on our phones, sparing a few words between the four of us every few minutes.

"This is your captain speaking, we will be touching the ground in about fifteen minutes, the weather is lovely so the landing should be smooth." The strong Scottish accent, which belonged to the captain, boomed over the speakers that lined the sides of the aircraft.

Much to my surprise, getting through the airport was extremely fast, I'm assuming everyone was in need of a cocktail. Luckily our villas were about twenty minutes in a taxi.

"Okay, who wants what villa?" Cal said, as we all arrived in front of the two villas.

"I call dibs on this one!" I shouted, running up to the door of the one on the left, "I saw on Booking.com that this one had a hot tub in it!"

"Oh yeah! I want that!" Callum exclaimed, joining me at the door.

"Okay, Harry and I will take this one," Cal concluded, walking towards the one on the right, Harry following.

Callum and I chose our rooms, despite them being almost exact parallels to each other. Mine had a king-sized bed with white and dark blue bed sheets, and a bathroom attached. It also had a large mirrored wardrobe and a small balcony with a deck chair.

"Y/N! Callum! We're going out soon!" Harry's voice echoed up through the white bricked stairwell.

I could hear Callum run downstairs, "I'll be like twenty minutes!" I shouted down.

I went over to my case looking for something nice to wear, I was thinking of a summer dress of some sort since I've been sweating buckets since I got here. I rummaged through my case, picking out a white lacy dress. I put it on and coated my eyelashes with some mascara and slipped my feet into a pair of wedge sandles.

"Coming!" I yelled as I approached the top of the stairs.

I jogged down the stairs, when I reached the boys they had just finished their cans of beer. "You look lovely Y/N," Harry commented as they all stood up.

"Aw thanks, Harry!" I gushed at the boy in front of me. "Right let us go! I need to get pished!" My statement received cheers from the boys.

We all ventured out of the villa complex and found a club which was about five minutes away. "What does everyone want to drink?" Callum asked.

"A piña colada please," I asked, the boys all asked for one too, sending Callum on his way. "I needed this getaway." I stated.

"Same, London is getting too stressful these days," Cal replied, causing Harry to hum in reply.

We all grinned thirstily when Callum came back with four piña coladas, we all grabbed one.

"To Mykonos, and Harry for suggesting this holiday!" Cal cheered lifting his cocktail. We all clinked glasses and took a sip out of them.

About four cocktails later we got up to leave, I could tell that Harry and Cal were on the tipsy side, surprisingly Callum and I were more on the sober side.

At the next club Cal immediately got up to get tequila shots from the bar, Callum's face was full of regret. "Getting flashbacks to the last time we did shots?" I laughed.

"Fuck off Y/N!" He groaned.

"Shots!" Cal bellowed, returning to the table with a tray of sixteen shots on it.

We all took four each and sat them in front of us. "Last to finish them buys the next round!" I challenged, picking up one of the shots.

I downed mine quickly, taking the next one as soon as the liquid slipped down my throat. "Harry! Drinks are on you!" Callum laughed, pushing him towards the bar.

"We'll all have margaritas, make sure they have limes on them!" Cal ordered.

When Harry returned we all started to drink our margaritas, "Y/N, what are the odds, out of ten, that you'll do body shots off of Harry!" Cal asked.

Harry's complexion instantly grew rosy, "okay." I agreed, waiting for Callum to count us in.

"3.. 2.. 1.." He counted.

"7!" We both shouted.

"Yes!" Cal and Callum shouted in unison, high-fiving each other. "We'll go get salt and a lime!"

"Are you okay with this Harry?" I asked the blonde boy next to me.

"Yeah," he hummed, "it's all a bit of fun, yeah."

When the boys returned they had massive smiles on their faces, Callum with a tub of salt, and Cal with a lime and a tequila shot. "Come here Harry," Callum said to the red-faced boy.

Callum dipped his finger in his margarita and put some salt on it, rubbing the salt and sticking it to Harry's neck. Cal handed him the lime and sat the shot on the table.

"Have fun Y/N!" Cal drunkenly giggled. I made eye contact with the boy and went to lick the salt off his neck. I downed the shot, receiving whistles and cheers from the two boys. Lastly, I took the lime from Harry's mouth.

"Look at Harry!" Callum yelled, making me burst out laughing and remove the lime from my mouth.

"Sorry, Harry," I smiled softly, kissing his cheek chastely.

We got one last round of shots, this time they were Sambuca shots. "Come on, I need some chips," I announced. The boys all hummed i agreement.

Luckily, there was a street food shop down the street from the club we were sitting in.

"Excuse me," Harry asked the man who as behind the counter, "do you guys do just chips?"

"Yes." The man answered.

"Can we have four portions, please," He asked, the man nodded in return.

"Where's Freezy?" I asked, looking for my lanky companion.

As if on cue the blonde boy entered the restaurant, a bottle of white wine in his hand, making me grin wildly.

"God bless you Cal Freezy!" I beam, running over to him, stumbling drunkenly. He handed me the bottle letting me take a swig before snatching it back.

Cal and I sat up at the high window tables, swapping the wine between us, waiting for Callum and Harry to arrive with the chips.

When they came over they chucked the styrofoam boxes of chips down on the table and flung themselves onto the chairs. I smiled when I felt Harry drop his head onto my shoulder.

"You can have the last of the wine," Cal mumbled, handing me the bottle. I quickly downed it before digging into my chips.

"Are we going to head back to the villas after this?" Callum inquired, finishing his chips.

"Nah, I want to stay out!" I argued back.

"I'm going back after," Cal stated, clearly having had too much to drink.

"I'll stay out Y/N!" Harry answered, which made me cheer with happiness and embrace him tightly.

After eating we went our separate ways, Callum and Cal went back to the villa complex. Harry and I went further into the area we were staying, looking for yet another club.

After about 10 minutes of walking, we came across another brightly lit nightclub, we both entered, going straight up to the bar. I ordered a pink gin and Harry ordered a vodka and lemonade.

After drinking both of our drinks we got onto the dance floor. Wrapping my arms around his neck we swayed together to the music, one of his arms draped over my waist.

"You look beautiful tonight Y/N," he mumbled, his face extremely close to mine.

I could feel his hot breath fan over my face. "You're just saying that because you're drunk." I whispered.

"No Y/N, I've always thought this, I think I'm falling in love with you," his drunken voice raved.

I was speechless, the only thing I could think to do was kiss his soft lips. Our mouths tasted of straight alcohol as they fought against each other. When we leaned back he sent me a goofy smile.

"I think I'm falling in love with you too."

"Let's take this back to the villa, yeah?" He asked, leading me off the dance floor.

"Fuck yeah!" I giggled following him out of the venue.

"What.. the.. fuck." Cal's shocked voice echoed through the now lit-up room, I looked up and around the room. It was Harry's room, the flashbacks from the night before started to fill my once hazy memory.

"Oh shit!" I shrieked, waking up Harry, who had an equally shocked expression.

"Fucking hell! Callum will love this!" Cal burst out laughing, cackling as he left the room.

[cobrakaisb]

top gun: umich

summary: what if would be like to watch said movie with the umich guys

warnings: chaos, very brief spoilers (but nothing from the movie is mentioned except the football scene)

words: 645

“guys, what if we went to see top gun maverick? there’s one in like an hour,” you asked, scrolling through your phone. “i mean we could,” kent mumbled, leaning over your shoulder to look at your phone. “how many tickets are there? can we all fit?” nick asked. “uhm the entire theater is empty. we can definitely go,” you said, showing him the select your tickets screen, where every seat was empty. 

“alright let’s go,” he said, and everyone agreed. suddenly the whole group is walking out the door towards the movies. since there’s a theater ten minutes off campus, you guys just decided to walk. “i’m playing danger zone to get us in the mood,” you announced, queuing up the song. once the opening chords come in, everyone starts screaming the lyrics. 

finally, at the movies, nick and summers go to buy the tickets while everyone else goes to get snacks. “y/n what do you want?” brendan asked, pulling out his wallet to pay for your snacks. “um a cherry slushie please,” you responded with a big smile on your face. brendan nods, buying you the drink, handing it to you when the poor teenager running the concessions gives it to him. “alright let’s go or else we’ll miss the previews,” mark said, grabbing your hand as the two of you ran ahead to the theater. 

it turns out that you guys had the whole theater to yourselves because by the time the opening scenes come on, no one else is in the room. “is this the same scene from the 80s?” thomas shouts. “lame boo! tomato, tomato, tomato, throwing tomatoes!” brendan shouts, throwing some popcorn at the movie screen. “oh my god bren don’t embarrass us,” matty shouts, scolding his roommate. 

“guys stop look at tom cruise! isn’t he so fine?” you shout, pointing to the very attractive man on the screen. “he’s alright,” nolan answers, causing a loud gasp to come from your mouth. “take that back moyle!” you shouted, and more laughs echoed throughout the theater. the movie continues, you guys making comments every once in a while. then, the scene you’d been waiting for came on: them playing football. 

“oh my god she’s literally drooling!” kent shouted, pointing at you. “shut up kent! look at miles teller, he is doing god’s work with that mustache. what do you do? stick out your tongue when you score? yeah, mind your own business,” you snapped, eyes focusing back on the attractive man known as rooster in the movie. “damn kent. you got served,” luke observed. “yeah thanks hughes,” kent griped, arms crossed with a small pout on his face. 

“guys! nick is crying!” nolan shouted. “i am not,” came the captain’s very weak defense. “eddy is crying too!” “so are thom and brendan!” “add owen and kent to the listen!” “oh my god guys, y/n is sobbing what do i do?” mackie asked, a panicked look on his face.

“no way that plane flies!” steve shouted. “shut up steve it’s a movie,” jacob replied, knowing that he would go on a tangent that involved engineering concepts nobody but him understood. 

“how did tom cruise not die?” summers shouted. “ugh here we go!” micheal complained.  

finally, after two hours, the movie ended. “so did you like the movie y/n?” owen asked you left the theater. “hmm? yeah it was great. 10/10,” you mumbled, typing away on your phone. “what are you doing?” dylan asked, coming up next to you. before you could respond, the freshman snathced your phone. “oh my god! guys she’s looking up the nearest base!” he exposed you between wheezes. “how else am i going to find a miles teller? i need that this summer,” you explained, snatching your phone back. everyone laughed as you all left the theater to go home and debrief the movie.

[orenjae]

𝙿𝙰𝚁𝙸𝚂 𝙸𝙽 𝚃𝙷𝙴 𝚁𝙰𝙸𝙽 | 𝙹𝙰𝙴𝙷𝚈𝚄𝙽 (𝙾𝙽𝙴𝚂𝙷𝙾𝚃)

pairing: jaehyun x fem!reader genre: fluff, romance wc: 3404 warning: use of profane words

Touchdown.

Excitement was vivid in your glimmering eyes, still completely dazed. Stepping out of the plane, you were welcome by the Parisian sunset. You almost couldn’t believe that finally, you’re here.

You felt Jaehyun’s hand reach for yours, intertwining it with his.

“Are you happy?”

A big smile instantly appeared on your face as you nodded your head like a little kid. To say that you’re happy would be an understatement. What you’re feeling as of the moment was way beyond happiness.

You have been looking forward to this trip, excited to tour around and explore the city. For hours during the flight, you can’t just stop talking about how excited you are to him.

Jaehyun gave you a knowing smile.

After getting your luggage, the both of you headed straight to the hotel. The ride didn’t take that long and soon enough, you found yourself lying on the bed of your hotel room.

The flight was tiring but the rush of adrenaline because of too much excitement was still there, hyping you up.

“Love, look.” Jaehyun called as he stood there on the balcony. 

You immediately got out of the bed and walked towards him. He pointed his index finger to the view, causing you to turn your head towards that direction.

You could see the Eiffel Tower from where you are and you just can’t get enough of the sight. The wind was blowing against your face as you stared at the lovely view.

“I knew you’d love it,” Jaehyun whispered to your ear, wearing a proud smile on his face. His arms snaked around your waist and hugged you from behind.

Resting your head on his chest, the both of you stared at the flawless sight that lies before your eyes. That exact moment was perfect—with love of your life in the city of love. You could feel your heart about to explode because of overflowing joy.

“Join me for dinner, will you?”

You turned to look at him. The way he said those words felt so romantic that you couldn’t even help but blush. 

“Where should we eat, then?”

Jaehyun’s lips curved into a smile.

“You’ll see.”

Jaehyun took you on a fancy dinner cruise in Seine River where you can enjoy sightseeing at the same time. It was no wonder he asked you to dress into something fancy. 

“When are we going to the Eiffel Tower?”

You were really looking forward to going to the famous attraction. Ever since you were a little girl, you have always dreamt of going up there.

Jaehyun smiled and held your hand that sits on top of the table.

“We’re saving the best for last, baby,” he answered, his eyes trying to tell you something. “I still have a lot to show you, anyway.”

“Jaehyun-ah…”

“What is it, love?”

He raised a brow. It was your turn to give him a smile.

“I know it’s only our first night here but I just wanna say I’m thankful to you for bringing me here…” 

Tears were starting to form in the corner of your eyes. Jaehyun knew it has always been your dream to go to Paris and promised to bring you someday.

And true to his promise, he really did.

“Thank you so much, love,” you whispered as a tear rolled down your cheek.

Jaehyun was quick to wipe those tears away, leaning in to give you a quick peck on the lips. 

“You deserve it,” he said, looking straight into your eyes. “You deserve every good thing in this world, Y/N.”

He pulled you in for a hug as your eyes automatically shut close. You felt his lips pressed onto your forehead as he whispered i love yous to your ear.

The next morning came and Jaehyun woke you up early for breakfast. It was undeniable that you had a good sleep last night after that wonderful and dreamy dinner. Plus, the bed was just too comfy and inviting.

Jaehyun was already dressed the moment you opened your eyes. 

“You seem more excited than I am, babe.”

The both of you chuckled. Finally getting into your feet, you hurried towards the bathroom to have a refreshing bath.

Slipping into your yellow summer dress, you glanced at Jaehyun. He was sitting on the bed, surfing channels on the TV as he waited for you to get ready.

“Where are we headed to today?”

A smile slowly formed into his lips, showing his dimples.

“I’m marrying you today at Notre Dame Cathedral,” he replied so casually, still smiling.

Your cheeks started to heat up.

“Y-Yah!”

You hit him lightly on his chest, earning a laugh from him. That sounded sexy, though. Jaehyun saw how red your cheeks were and started teasing you more.

Later that day, you found yourselves drowned into the majestic architecture of the cathedral that stood before your eyes. There’s no way it’ll not leave you at awe when you see it in person. The cathedral is just too beautiful.

“Let’s get married here…” Jaehyun began to say, still mesmerized by the beauty of the church.

“NOW???”

The scene from this morning came flashing back your head and it left you completely confused whether he was just joking or not. 

Jaehyun turned his head to look at you, trying to stop himself from laughing at your reaction. He has been teasing you all day about it and obviously, he’s loving it. 

Why is he blurting out things about weddings?

“Someday, love,” he told you with a knowing smile. “Unless…”

“Unless what?”

He just looked at you, smirking this time. He started walking, leaving you clueless once more. Jaehyun has been acting weird lately and that’s one thing for sure. Nevertheless, you shrugged the thought off and followed him towards the entrance.

The both of you spent the rest of the afternoon at the next stop: Place Dauphine. You really enjoyed the café au lait that the two of you grabbed at the café you passed by.

Jaehyun decided the both of you would take a stroll. Your eyes landed on your hands intertwined with his. He just wouldn’t let go of your hand unless he’s ought to take pictures of you or you’ll take his. But after that, he’ll take your hand again to hold.

The thought alone makes your heart flutter and can’t help but smile.

“Are you enjoying it?” 

Jaehyun suddenly looked at you with questioning eyes. The smile on your face couldn’t hide the fact that you’re at your happiest. 

“Everything feels so surreal, honestly,” you told him dreamily. “I still can’t believe we’re here!”

He pulled you closer to him, leaning in. Your eyes shut automatically as his lips pressed onto your forehead. 

After exploring the Île de la Cité, you and Jaehyun rode the bus to get to the Louvre Museum. It was just nearby so it didn’t take too long to get there.

Your eyes twinkled the moment the two of you walked inside. Your mouth instantly formed an o as you scanned the whole area. Jaehyun saw and loved your reaction, making him smile.

“Beautiful, isn’t it?”

You can’t help but nod, much to your agreement. Everything that stood before your eyes looked so ethereal.

“You’re more beautiful, though…”

You heard him say, sounding and looking so chill. You felt your cheeks heat up when you heard him say that.

Your arms were already wrapped around Jaehyun’s waist as you immersed yourself with every art you lay your eyes upon. Every corner of the place just got your jaw dropping every time. Jaehyun can’t help but laugh at you sometimes.

“Everything is just so beautiful…”

Your eyes were glimmering and he could see how much you were enjoying every place you visited. It makes his heart jump every time you’re reacting positively to every surprise he has for you.

“It makes me happy that you’re happy,” Jaehyun said, tucking the loose strands of hair covering your face. “Bringing you here is the best idea I ever thought of.”

“It must’ve cost you a lot, though,” you pouted, another opportunity for Jaehyun to steal a kiss. To which he literally did.

“Yah!”

A mischievous smile formed into his lips.

“Your happiness before anything else, love,” he winked before taking your hand with his.

HE WINKED.

“I swear, Jung Jaehyun—“

“What?”

You stopped for a while before flashing a smile.

“I love you.”

Jaehyun gave you a meaningful look before pulling you in for a hug.

“I love you more than you’ll ever know.”

Slightly pinching your cheek, the both of you continued strolling around the museum and admired every art piece you saw. It’s almost closing time when the both of you finished your tour inside.

“Where shall we go now?”

My stomach suddenly grumbled, causing Jaehyun to laugh before nodding his head. He seemed to have to understand the assignment and took me to a restaurant called Le Louvre Ripaille.

“Someone did his research, huh?” you said quite impressed, lightly hip-bumping him while walking inside the place.

The both of you really had a splendid dinner. The both of you got into talking about how your experience today was.

“I honestly had this planned a long time ago. It’s your dream, after all.”

You looked into his eyes as he said those words to you—noticing how serious he looked. You have always loved how Jaehyun would always take everything you tell him into account. You reached for his hand and gave it a light squeeze.

“It may not seem enough but thank you so much, love. You have no idea how happy you made me.”

His lips curved into a relieved smile.

“I’m happy to hear that. But I’m not yet done,” he said and then smirked.

Now that caught your utmost attention, completely getting curious on what he’s up to. He didn’t say a word after that. He just kept giving you a smile of mischief whenever you asked him about it.

I swear, Jung Jaehyun will be the death of me.

Soon, the two of you were walking along the Pont des Arts bridge hand in hand. The famous bridge where people from around the world would put love locks on just like in N Seoul Tower. It was unfortunate that the padlocks have been taken down. Nevertheless, the both of you enjoyed the view from where you are just in time for sunset.

Jaehyun suddenly stopped walking, causing you to do the same. His eyes fixated on the view as the sun started to slowly call it a day.

“It’s so beautiful…” you muttered under your breath as you stared at the beautiful sunset.

“Ain’t nothing like you, though,” he says, turning his head to look at you.

Your heart begins to race wildly as you locked gazes with him. It was as if the whole world stopped spinning the moment he leaned in to press his lips against yours, kissing you softly. It made your heart flutter intensely and made your knees weak, causing you to hold onto his arms like your life depended on them.

The only thing you could ever think of was how soft his lips were as your mind completely went blank. The both of you were almost breathless when he pulled away. 

“I love you so f-cking much.”

He stared into your eyes deeply as he said those, emphasizing every word. 

“I love you more, Jae.”

“I’ll definitely make your last night in Paris an unforgettable one.”

“And that is?”

Jaehyun smirked and you already knew it was the only answer you could get for now. Even if you bug the hell out of him, he just wouldn’t tell you.

You’d be lying if you say you weren’t dying to know what it is.

The next day came in so quickly. The two of you got so tired from yesterday that you both spent the whole morning in bed. It was only in the afternoon that you two decided to go out.

The first stop was at the Versailles Palace and Gardens where you rode a bike with Jaehyun and enjoyed it so much. The both of you took a lot of pictures and made the best out of your time. Jaehyun lets you decide what to do next and you decide to spend the rest of the time you’ve got to buy souvenirs and also check out the macaron shop you happened to pass by earlier.

“Shall we eat first before we go to Champs Élysées?” you asked him as he nodded right away.

You walked into the place while holding his hand. The sight of macarons made your mouth water and eyes twinkle all at the same time. The both of you chose to sit by the window after you ordered.

“Are you ready for tonight?”

You nodded your head like a little girl.

“I honestly couldn’t sleep last night thinking about it! I mean, I’ve always wanted to see the whole city from up there!”

He promised to take you to the famous tower on your last day. Though it saddens you to know it’s already your last day in Paris, you’re still thrilled about what Jaehyun has for you that he couldn’t stop teasing you about it.

You heard him let out a hearty laugh that you actually found gorgeous. 

“You’re really cute,” he said, looking at you with those shining eyes.

Jaehyun leaned in closer, gently wiping the corner of your lips with his thumb.

“You just love everything French, don’t you?” He asks you with a smirk on his face. “Macarons, Paris, French toasts, french ki—“

You were quick to cover his mouth before he could even say anything. 

“JUNG JAEHYUN!”

He started to laugh silently, looking how red you have become after that.

“Just kidding, love. You’re blushing, though.”

You cupped your face and tried to hide your tomato red face. 

“Aish, really. Stop teasing me!”

As promised, the both of you headed straight to see the Champs Élysées after having a great time eating macarons. The both of you took Instagram-worthy shots when you got to the serene attraction because how can you not?

You and Jaehyun spent the rest of the day strolling around the city, going to every place you could get. He looked down to his wristwatch to see the time. You saw his eyes widened a bit before looking at you with a smile.

“To the Eiffel Tower, shall we?”

Your eyes glittered in an instant. Suddenly, you felt all the adrenaline come rushing through your veins. Finally, for the most exciting part!

The sight of the Eiffel Tower from a closer perspective was even more beautiful than it looked from afar. You just had to have a moment, trying to believe everything you’re seeing right now were true. 

“Do you want me to take a picture of you?” Jaehyun suddenly asked, interrupting your trail of thoughts.

“Can you?” 

Your eyes pleaded like a puppy as you handed your camera over. Jaehyun took shots of you with the tower in your background. Taking back the camera from his hand, you asked if you both could get a picture.

After a few shots more, the two of you started to walk closer towards the tower. You could feel your hands shaking and slowly turning cold. You were excited yet nervous at the same time and Jaehyun seemed to notice that. He gave your hand a light squeeze in hopes it would easen things up.

“Love, you’re cold…”

You let out a nervous chuckle.

“But I'm excited.”

He planted a soft kiss on the top of your hand before giving a reassuring smile.

“You don’t have to worry. I made sure everything’s set for tonight,” he winked at you and even mouthed a gotchu. 

You laughed at how cute he was. You could feel your heart racing wildly because of everything that is going on. Jaehyun really went to that extent just to make you happy.

“Oh my god…”

It was the only thing you’re left to say the moment you reached the second floor. Your jaw almost dropped on the floor because of the view. The two of you didn’t waste a single minute and snapped a photo—a proof that once the both of you were there. 

“Tell me this is real.”

You held his hand. You can see the whole city in a panoramic view by just standing on the platform. The host was kind enough to orient the two of you about the landmarks you could see from up there.

Soon enough, you guys finally headed for the summit. The view was just so exquisite. You felt your heart stop the moment your eyes laid upon such a beautiful view. 

“Did you have fun?”

It was the first thing Jaehyun asked, soon after the two of you finished the tour. You were still trying to recover from the things you’ve seen and tell you, it was hard to do so.

For someone who dreamt about this so much, there’s no way you’ll recover right away.

Without any hesitation, you wrapped your arms around Jaehyun. Everything just felt like a dream and your mind can’t seem to process it in one go.

“You just made me the happiest!”

“Not yet…”

The two of you were standing right in front of the tower with the lights glimmering from it. The air was cold but Jaehyun’s warmth was enough for you not to feel it.

The moment you pulled away from him was the exact same moment he reached for your hands. You felt his hands felt oddly cold against mine.

“Love?”

His eyes locked in yours, trying to tell you something you just couldn’t comprehend.

“I’ve been really looking forward to this day, Y/N…” he took a heavy weight off his chest as he lightly squeezed your hand. “I planned it long ago and I promised to make your last night in Paris an unforgettable one, right?”

You found yourself nodding, getting completely lost in his eyes.

“But y-you just did…”

Jaehyun smiled, a shy one. He lets go of your hand while still holding the other. Is there something more? Your eyes widened in disbelief when Jaehyun went on one knee and the next thing you knew, he was already showing you a diamond ring.

That diamond ring you joked of wanting once you get engaged. It wasn’t a joke, though. They say jokes are half meant but you totally meant that you wanted it. You just didn’t expect he’d take it seriously.

“J-Jung Jaehyun…”

“I can’t imagine a life without you, Y/N,” he started to say. “Even in another universe, if given the chance of being born again, I’ll find you.”

“Y-Yah…”

You could no longer prevent your tears from falling from your eyes. Your heart was beating so fast as your knees started to feel weak.

“There’s no one else I’m willing to spend the rest of my life with but you. W-Will you marry me?”

Those words.

And just like that, the rain came pouring down. Everyone started to get on their feet and find some place they could shed into. But the both of you remained from where you stood.

You gaze into Jaehyun’s hopeful eyes. It didn’t bother the both of you if you got drenched in the rain. You just couldn’t stop being so emotional.

“Love, please don’t cry.”

He was teary-eyed as well but he managed to let out a chuckle. 

“How can I not? You’re asking me to marry you in front of the Eiffel Tower!”

The both of you shared a small laugh.

“So?”

“Of course!”

“What?”

“YES!”

Thousands of emotions filled his eyes but one of them stood out the most: happiness. He swiftly slid the ring into your finger before pulling you in for a kiss.

“I swear to god, I love you so much!”

Your lips curved into a smile. 

“Je t’aime plus que jamais.” [Translation: I love you more than ever]

What you really loved about Jung Jaehyun is that he never broke a single promise he made.

“Thank you for tonight. Really an unforgettable one,” you told him with a smile on your face.

“You know I’d do anything for you.”

A tear rolled down your cheek. Quickly wiping it away, he gave you a heart-warming smile.

“Thank you for coming into my life.”

[ggidolsmuts]

Paradise in Thailand - (G)I-dle Minnie, Blackpink Lisa, CLC Sorn

A/N: Adding my notes in the front, since it might take a while to get to the end. This was my ambitious attempt to try something different. This is probably a one time thing and I’ll return to writing regular one shots, pretty difficult to write and edit something this long. Regardless I hope you like it, thank you in advance for reading!

"You're clear to go sir."

"Thank you." You make your way to the recovery area, putting your laptop back in your backpack and making sure you have everything before exiting the security check.

"Ugh, I hate going through security!" You hear a feminine voice next to you, feeling her head rest on your shoulder.

"Me too Minnie." You pat the head of your girlfriend. "Ready to go?"

"Yep, let's go get something to eat!"

"McDonalds?"

"No!"

"It's a long flight, I'm not risking food poisoning on a plane."

"Fine, you get McDonalds, I'll get something for myself."

"See you back here?"

"Yes, see you in a bit!"

You join the long line of flyers waiting to order their food. Eventually your turn comes and you order your Big Mac meal. After you pick up your food you head back to the rendezvous point. The airport is crowded, but you are able to find Minnie quickly.

"Hey babe, where's your food?"

"I didn't find anything I like, I'll just have some of your fries." She grabs you by the arm and flashes a smile at you.

"Seriously? I would've gotten larger fries if I had known!"

"Come on it'll be fine, just this once, please?"

"Okay okay, let's go wait at the gate." The two of you find seats at the gate, and you dump the fries in the paper bag for Minnie while you work on your burger.

"Mmm that was good!" As you wipe your mouth with a napkin, you look down to the fries and to your disappointment the fries were almost all gone!

"Minnie! Come on!"

"Wait, there's still some here! Also here's an extra tasty one!" She holds a fry with her mouth. You bite it off before kissing her on the lips.

"Fine, that one was tasty. Next time just come get McDonalds with me."

"Okay... you can have my food on the plane if you're still hungry."

"Maybe, I'll steal your dessert."

"Noo, you know that's my favorite part of airplane food!" She pouts as you finish the rest of the fries.

The two of you spend the next hour on your phones and chatting, looking every part a young couple in love. Finally it is time to board, and after what seems like another two hours, you finally find yourself at cruising altitude.

"I'm so excited, finally getting to go to Thailand!" you say to her.

"I know, and you'll get to meet my friends too! I can't wait to show you off to them!"

"Hey hey, I'm not the trophy boyfriend am I?"

"Maybe..." Minnie jokingly looks away.

"I'm definitely taking your dessert later."

The flight is long but uneventful, with little to no turbulence. You watch one of the recent movie releases while Minnie watches what looks like a comedic movie, judging by her giggles in the seat. During your movies the food arrives, and the two of you scarf down the boring airplane food. You place your small cup of ice cream on her tray.

"Aww for me? After I ate your fries?"

"Yes yes, for you."

"Thank you!" Minnie plants a kiss on your cheek. "Want to watch a movie together?" she asks as she lifts the armrest separating the two of you.

"Sure, you choose." Minnie picks a thrilling action movie, snuggling next to you as she enjoys the two cups of ice cream she now has.

The hours pass quickly, and with a rumble you feel the plane touchdown in Bangkok, Thailand. The two of you clear immigration quickly, waiting for your luggage to come out in baggage claim.

"Damn I hate when we're early, now we have to wait for the bags."

"We got lucky, I think I see our bags already." You are proven right as the bags get closer to you on the conveyor belt.

"Yay, let's go!"

The two of you step out into the hot summer heat, and you feel the sweat already beginning to gather on your forehead.

"Whew, is it always this hot?"

"Hot? This is perfect Bangkok weather!" Minnie dances happily in the blazing sun, before stopping to wipe her sweat. "Okay yeah it's kinda hot, let's get a taxi."

The two of you walk to a waiting colorful taxi, and after some rapid chatter with the driver in Thai Minnie turns back towards you. "Okay we're good, get in!"

You put the luggage in the trunk before joining Minnie in the back seat. The taxi whizzes away from the airport, the sweltering heat replaced with the comfort of the taxi's air-conditioner. Still a little tired from the flight you lean your head against the window and take a nap. After what feels like a peaceful 15 minutes, Minnie shakes you awake.

"Wake up oppa, we're almost there." You wake up to see a bustling city unfold outside your window, a colorful mix of stalls, cars, and people quickly melting away into the city's business district. You watch with interest as the westernized business district changes again into a mix of both modern and traditional - a bustling market, smoke coming from a temple, kids playing in a park, all right next to a newly built bus stop leading to a mall, with your typical McDonalds and Starbucks outlets.

The taxi stops in a quiet neighborhood, in front of what looks like a classy but understated hotel. Minnie thanks the driver and gestures to you to get out. You take your luggage and shut the trunk, and as the taxi zooms away you turn to Minnie.

"Weren't we staying at your friend's place? They live here?"

"No, I... I wanted you to myself, we won't have any alone time once we're there, so I thought we could... rest up?" Smirking at what she really wanted, you grab her hand, bring it up to your lips and kissing the back of her hand.

"Lead the way."

The interior of the hotel is old but well-maintained, lending it a rustic look. You sit in one of the big cushy lounge chairs as Minnie handles all the details about the room. She walks up to you shyly, her face blushing as she says to you in a shy voice.

"Let's go."

You follow her to the elevator, and after a short ride she pulls you into the hotel room, kissing you hungrily, her hands already making to take off your shirt.

"Whoa, what's the rush?"

"I only booked the hotel until the next check-in period, plus we can't be too late, my friend will worry. I can explain a short delay, but anything else will be awkward."

"So how much time do we have?"

"An hour I think?"

"Okay, that should be- mmph!" Minnie mashes her lips against yours once more, clearly more needy than just wanting to be quick about it. Your hands run up her body as she shrugs out of her thin cardigan while taking off your t-shirt. The two of you hurriedly unbuckle your shorts, and Minnie quickly rids herself of her top and bra as she steps out of her shorts, leaving her topless in front of you. Your reaction to seeing her petite body mostly naked is immediate.

"Good, you're hard already."

You reach forward, drawing a gasp from Minnie as you rub her wet heat over her panties.

"Good, you're wet already." You pull off your boxers and lie down on the bed, causing her to bite her lip as she sees you at full hardness.

"You seem to be in a hurry, you set the pace."

Minnie quickly loses her panties and her self-control follows soon after. Your sexy girlfriend climbs on top of you, one hand already on your cock, ready to guide you into her. You briefly feel the drip of her juices on your head before your cock is completely enveloped by her wetness.

"Fuck you feel so good, how are you so wet already?"

"I was horny the whole flight, you gave me two cups of ice cream." Minnie shrugs and doesn't say another word after that as she begins grinding herself on you with soft moans of pleasure. The moans quickly rise to squeals as she begins gyrating her hips faster and faster, her clit brushing against your crotch with every rock of her hips. You grab on to her waist, helping Minnie put more force into her grinding, and surprisingly that is already enough to set her off.

"Oh I'm c-cumming!" With a loud squeak Minnie cums, her juices running freely over your cock. But barely after a minute of resting against your chest, she begins bouncing her hips up and down, impaling herself on your cock, causing slaps of flesh to ring out in the hotel room.

"Minnie?"

"More, just let me do it." She kisses you with hunger, her tongue thrusting in and out of your mouth, almost matching the pace at which she is fucking herself on top of you. You moan out your pleasure, and you are unable to stop yourself from helping her out - your arms wrap around her body, holding her close to you as you begin thrusting up into her, meeting the bounce of her hips with the bucking of your own.

"Nnngh oppa!" The added force and pace of your penetration causes Minnie to scream loudly in your ear, and with a piercing cry she slams herself down on you hard before cumming again. "F-fuck!" You feel her walls pulse madly around you, her muscles trying to get you to cum, deliciously pleasuring you to new heights. You rarely see Minnie's aggressiveness in the bedroom, and watching your girlfriend whip herself into a frenzy on top of you pushes you close to your limits.

"Babe I'm going to-"

"Wait, not yet!" Minnie quickly gets off you and goes on all fours, exposing her cute butt and sopping wet heat to you. "Now, fuck me like this, cum in me." Knowing that she was on the pill, you happily grabbed Minnie by her hips and thrust into her folds. With her clearly not interested in going slow, you piston yourself in and out of her with fast and forceful thrusts, causing her to wail in pleasure.

"Oppa, just like that!" Your moans join hers in filling the room, the atmosphere rapidly heating up despite all the work by the air conditioner. You pull Minnie up off the bed, one hand going to a perky breast, playing with her stiff nipple as the other holds her steady - you continue pumping into her from behind with quick shallow thrusts as both of you kneel on the bed. Minnie wraps one hand around your back for support while the other goes down to her clit, eagerly trying to get herself off a third time. You kiss her neck as you bring one hand down to meet hers, the two of you rubbing on her clit in tandem to make her cum.

"Ugh Minnie!" The sensation is too much for you, and Minnie having already cum twice you let yourself go easily, shooting your warm seed into her depths. You feel her walls cling on to you tightly in response, reacting to the sensation of being splatted with your cum.

"Yes oppa!" The pleasure from your orgasm rolls into Minnie's body, triggering her third orgasm for the day. You feel her tunnel convulse all around you as her body trembles in your arms from the powerful orgasm. Still clinging on to you, her body falls forward on to the bed, bringing you with her. The two of you take deep breaths in rhythm with one another, trying to recover from the torrid sex you just had.

"Oh... I love it when you cum in me..."

"What got into you there, I've never seen you so... horny."

"I just wanted to get all the sex out of the way for the rest of the trip, that way I won't feel too horny if we don't get a chance there."

"We won't?"

"We might, but it'll be hard, and we'll have to keep quiet."

"That sucks."

"Yeah... that felt good though."

"It did, I was so turned on by you being aggressive."

"Maybe I'll do it again sometime."

"Yes please." You plant a kiss on her lips, causing her to blush at her previous forwardness.

"We should shower, we only have half an hour left." The two of you take a shower together to save time, and luckily the two of you finish cleaning each other with minimal distractions. Both of you walk out the front door red-faced as the hotel concierge gives you a knowing smile before calling you another taxi.

"Well everyone at the front desk knows what we did."

"It's fine, we're not coming back here anyways."

"I guess..."

The two of you get in the newly hailed taxi and set off, this time for Minnie's friend's place. It was a nice stylish apartment complex, located close to the city to be convenient, but out of the city enough to be quiet. Minnie pushes a few buttons and buzzes for her friend.

"Minnie!" The intercom cuts out with how loud the squeal was. "Come in come in!" After a quick elevator ride Minnie leads you to her friend's place and knocks on the door.

"You came!" The door nearly goes off its hinges as her friend explodes out the door, knocking the breath out of the two of you as she basically tackles both of you in a hug. Minnie rolls her eyes as she pats the back of her friend still hugging the two of you.

"Oppa, this is Lisa. Lisa, this is-"

"I know I know, Minnie told me so much about you! Ooh you're strong." You feel her hand grasp at your arm as she pulls away. You finally get a good look at her as she holds out her hand in greeting. "Hi I'm Lisa! I'm so happy the two of you are here!" Lisa is stunning, her hair dyed stylishly blonde, bangs framing her cute face perfectly, her oversized t-shirt hiding a slim body but doing little to hide her slender legs.

"Wow, uh nice to meet you!" You don't know what else to say, so you awkwardly shake her hand, trying not to ogle at her. Lisa smirks at your response, asking Minnie something in Thai. Minnie responds with a loud and... outraged? shout.

"Whoa whoa, you two just met after so long!"

"Oh it's nothing, she just made a lame remark." Minnie plays off Lisa's comment with a wave of her hand.

"What did she say?"

"You don't need to know." Lisa winks at you before showing you into the place. "This is the living room, kitchen's on your right and..." She walks down the hallway, stopping at a door near the end of the hallway on the right. "Here your bedroom, we'll be sleeping here."

"We?"

"Sorry, slip of the tongue, you'll be sleeping here. Get settled in and come out, I'll go prepare some snacks for you."

"Thank you!" You nod politely to her as she leaves the two of you to unpack. "Wow, this whole place is hers?"

"Yeah! She's really good at... something, I forget what exactly she does, has a bunch of Perfect All-Kills, whatever that means. Pro gamer? I dunno. Anyways she got a bunch of money from it and bought herself this place."

"Huh." You don't think much about it. The two of you sort out your belongings and change into something more casual before heading back to the living room, where Lisa is watching TV, a nice spread of fruit and snacks laid out on the coffee table.

"Thank you again Lisa! Your place is really nice, we'll have to take you out for dinner while we're here, I really appreciate it!"

Lisa waves you off with a wink and a smile. "No no that's not needed, I'm so happy to finally meet you and see Minnie again, I'm sure there will be a way to thank me." You help yourself to some pineapple and mango as Lisa and Minnie catch up, chattering rapidly in Thai. You try to watch what's going on TV, but it's a mess of symbols and you can't follow at all, so you end up messing around on your phone instead.

"Oppa we're getting delivery for dinner, what do you want?" Minnie thrusts a phone into your face, but all you see are pictures and words you can't read.

"I can't read this, uh... get me this one." You point to something that looks good.

"Ooh that's spicy though, can you handle it?" Lisa looks at you with wide eyes.

"I can handle my spice, don't worry." You puff your chest in fake bravado. The two of them look at you with a sad smile before placing the order. After a short while, you hear the doorbell ring, and it takes all your willpower to not look at Lisa's endless legs as she goes to pick up the food, instead glaring a hole through your phone. You only look up when you hear the rustle of plastic bags dropped on the coffee table. Minnie excitedly digs through the food, handing you your order before hungrily opening hers.

"Here's your food oppa! Enjoy, make sure you have water on hand."

"Thanks, I'll be fine!" You immediately regret your words after taking a bite. You are very not fine, and you soon feel a fire spread inside your mouth.

"Ahh, argh!" You cough harshly, choking down as much water as you can. Your hand waves hurriedly to Lisa, asking for water, milk, anything to put out the Thai wildfire. She gets up and hands you a jug of water, and like a firehose aimed at a cup you dump all of it on your face and chest, barely cooling your mouth off. But it is enough, and you lean back, taking quick shallow breaths to allow as much non-spicy air into you.

"That bad huh? But nice..." Lisa's voice trails off as she eyes your toned upper body, your work at the gym showing through your shirt. Minnie follows Lisa's gaze before she gives her friend a playful kick.

"Oppa you should go change." You ashamedly go back to your bedroom and change into a spare t-shirt. Your face is red with embarrassment and the after effects of the spice when you sit back down with them.

"Sorry about that, I just wasn't expecting that amount of heat."

"Aww it's okay, here, it's much better this way." You can only stare as Lisa erotically picks up a noodle from your meal and slowly takes it in her mouth, sucking it in. She then pulls it out through her puckered lips, before dangling the noodle in front of you. "Go ahead, it's less spicy now." You look over at Minnie, but she is just laughing at your expression.

"Eat it oppa, it's definitely less spicy now." You start to slurp the noodle, but Lisa shocks you by grabbing the other end of the noodle with her mouth, and the two of you reenact Lady and the Tramp as she quickly closes the distance, eating most of the noodle and landing a peck on your lips.

"Mmm yes, definitely less spicy. Do you want another?" She looks innocently at you, and you feel the heat rising in your body, and definitely not from the spice.

"N-no, I'm okay, I can handle it now, thanks."

"Sure, suit yourself." The three of you return to your meals. You keep trying to catch Minnie's eye, but she doesn’t seem to realize it.

A while later you hear the doorbell ring. Minnie and Lisa squeal excitedly, the two of them shooting off the sofa and rushing to the door.

"You got more delivery?"

"Better!" Minnie says as she joins Lisa at the door.

"Sorn!"

"Sup, I brought the booze!" Your eyes rove over Sorn's sexy body as she walks in. She wasn't as tall as Lisa or Minnie, but what she lacked in height she made up for in curves, showing it off well with a simple t-shirt and a little too-short shorts. Her body was voluptuous, and you feel yourself drooling from both the spice and the sight of her as she walks towards you.

"This your guy? Hey!" She gives you a pat on the head as she steps over you, putting her thighs right in your face. You look at what she's brought - multiple six-packs of beer, two bottles of vodka, a bottle of tequila, and a couple spare bottles of soju even.

"Hello." You nod politely at her, content to watch her unload the contents of the bag as Lisa comes out with a set of chopsticks for her.

"Oh nice, you have my favorite!" Sorn reaches over and snags some of your noodles. "Nice, just the way I like it." She slurps the spicy noodles down like it was nothing.

"You can have it, it's too spicy for me."

"You sure? You can't take this?"

"Not really, have at it."

"Your loss." Sorn shrugs and grabs your container of food.

"Oppa, this is Sorn, she's an old friend of ours, the three of us were inseparable!" Minnie sits down next to you, introducing you to her formally.

"It's nice to meet you!" You hold out a hand to Sorn.

"Come on, get in here!" She wraps you in a bear hug, and you take in the scent of her, trying to ignore her body pressing against yours. "Alright, who's down for a beer? You?" She cracks open one with fizzy snap and hands it to you.

"Uh sure, thanks, cheers!" You bump cans with her, the two of you taking a big chug of beer.

"Wow Sorn how much alcohol did you get?" Lisa asks wide-eyed, looking at the variety of alcohol on the table.

"Well we needed some for the dinner, some for drinking after dinner, and some for drinking after drinking after dinner! Eat fast, let's get to the fun stuff." The four of you clean the rest of the food up quickly, Minnie sharing some of her less spicy food with you as the three of them caught up in rapid Thai.

"Let me clean up, it's the least I could do." You gathered all the dirty containers and collected them in a trash bag, washing the other used dishes at the sink before leaving them on the drying rack. You return to a chorus of giggles in the living room.

"Having fun?"

"Yes, Minnie was just telling us about you!" Lisa said with a knowing smirk.

"Oh? What did she say?"

"That's a secret!"

"Hopefully it wasn't anything bad."

Sorn nudges you in the side and gives you a wink. "On the contrary... well, you'll see. Let's drink!" Sorn breaks out the shot glasses she brought, filling them up with soju first.

"Shot!" Minnie shouts giddily.

"Wait, just like that?"

"Yep just like that, shot!" Sorn thrusts a glass at you, and the four of you throw your head back. You feel the burn of soju at the back of your throat as you put the glass down, only to be filled with more soju almost immediately by Sorn again.

"Minnie's boyfriend, it's nice to meet you, here's to you!" The bottom of your shot glasses clink as you throw back shot number two with Sorn.

"Yes, it's nice to meet you, hope you like my place!" Another clink is heard as you down shot three with Lisa.

"Oppa, thanks for coming to Thailand with me! This is for you!" You join Minnie in a love shot, downing four shots of soju in quick succession.

"Wow he can hold his alcohol, not bad! Now let the games begin! The first game is... truth or dare!"

"Ooh nice, let's start with oppa! What do you pick?" Minnie is eager to ask a question it seems.

"Truth."

"Oppa, how many girlfriends did you have before me?"

"Really Minnie?"

"Yes, answer the question!"

"Three, four if you count middle school stuff."

"That's it? Lame.” Lisa is unimpressed. “Minnie, truth or dare?"

"Truth!"

"Would you let me kiss oppa?"

"Sure why not!" Minnie readily agrees, and you feel your face getting flush.

"Uh Minnie are you sure?"

"Why not? I'm going to share you with them for the trip."

"Oh so I am the trophy boyfriend." Minnie kisses you before whispering in your ear.

"It'll be worth your while, you won't regret it." She breaks away from your ear as Sorn asks Lisa the same question.

"Truth or dare?"

"Dare!"

"I dare you to kiss Minnie's boyfriend."

"Yay thank you!" In a flash Lisa is on you, pressing her lips on yours as she leans over you. You quickly deepen the kiss with her, the alcohol lowering your reservations about kissing someone else in front of Minnie - of course, Lisa's pure hotness helps as well. You taste the spice and sweetness on her tongue before Sorn's voice snaps the two of you out of it.

"Alright there will be time for that later, I said kiss, not make out." You look at Lisa, your cock quickly hardening as you realize you have pulled her into your lap.

"Right, sorry." Minnie gives you a devious smile, as if to say "Told you so." She turns to Sorn.

"Sorn, truth or dare?"

"Truth!"

"How long has it been since you had sex?"

"Shit, I don't remember, a month?"

"Wow, that's a long dry spell for you."

"Shut up."

"Okay she's angry and horny." Minnie giggles as Sorn fires daggers at her. "Oppa your turn."

"I'll pick truth again." Your eyes widen in shock at Lisa's next question.

"How many times did you make Minnie cum before you got here."

"What sort of question is that?"

"Answer the question."

"Three." The three of them break out into giggles.

"See I was telling the truth!" She turns to you in laughter. "They wouldn't believe me!"

"You told them?"

"Of course, we don't keep secrets, plus Lisa noticed how late we were."

Lisa taps her head twice. "I knew what you two were doing."

"Wait that's one round done, two shots for everyone!" The group switches to vodka, everyone downing two shots of the hard liquor. The room spins a little as Sorn continues the game.

"Minnie your turn."

"Dare."

You blurt out your dare immediately. "I want you to kiss Sorn."

Minnie rolls her eyes at you. "Now you're having fun aren't you? Come here Sorn." She gives Sorn a peck on the lips, but before your girlfriend can pull away Sorn grabs her by the back of her head, holding Minnie in place as she captures her lips. You hear a soft moan from both of them as you watch Sorn plunge her tongue into Minnie's surprised mouth. The kiss seems to stretch out forever, but actually only lasts for a few seconds before Sorn pulls back, wiping her mouth with the back of her hand before looking at you.

"That's what you actually wanted to see didn't you? Hope you enjoyed it." Minnie's face is red, as is Sorn's, and your pants are feeling uncomfortably tight right about now. You try to shift your position, adjusting yourself to try and hide your arousal. But Lisa catches you.

"Oh I think he really enjoyed it. Anyways my turn! I pick dare!" Sorn drops a bombshell on the bombshell.

"Show us how wet you are right now."

Lisa blushes, but sticks her hands down her pants, holding up a slick finger for the three of you.

"Damn, and you only had one makeout session with Minnie's guy. I pick dare too."

"I want you to make out with oppa." Minnie's brazen demand shocks you, but before you can react Sorn has jumped on you, pushing you to the floor as she attacks your lips. You feel yourself losing grip on reality as the alcohol and arousal takes hold of your mind. Your hand goes to the back of Sorn's head naturally, tangling your fingers in her hair as you push her into the kiss further. Your other hand goes down her body to her ass, enjoying the firm feel of her butt. Sorn moans into your mouth when you give her butt a good squeeze, causing her to grind her crotch against you in need. Only the cursed ring of a phone breaks everyone out of the show the two of you put on.

"Shit, that's mine." Sorn gets off you. Your face red, you sit up again and look at the other two girls. You notice that both of them had their legs open, their hands not far from their crotches. The tell-tale flush on their faces let you know that they clearly enjoyed the show just as much as you did.

"Fuck fuck fuck!" Sorn's angry yell breaks the whole atmosphere.

"What is it?"

"There's a helicopter scheduled to take off soon."

"At night? So?"

"It makes hella noise for the take off. I have to fucking warn people in the area so they don't get alarmed by it, fuck!" Sorn gathers her phone and other belongings. "You can keep the alcohol, I'm really sorry! I'll be free tomorrow, so hit me up!" She gets up and with a slam of the door she leaves the apartment.

The atmosphere is awkward, no one knowing what to do now after Sorn's outburst.

"Should we... clean up?"

"I'll do it tomorrow. It's late, and you guys must be tired, let's just call it a night." The three of you trudge and stumble through her hallway, everyone more than a little tipsy. "Have a good night you two." Lisa goes to her room as the two of you enter your bedroom opposite her.

"Good night Lisa." The two of you collapse on to the bed, not even bothering to take off your clothes. You're still horny from your makeout session with Sorn, so you move next to Minnie, spooning her.

"Hey, do you want to..."

"No, I'm tired..."

"But aren't you... you know, from just now?"

"Yeah but we shouldn't, we don’t want to wake Lisa. Just go... do it in the bathroom if you have to, I'm going to sleep." Minnie mumbles, squirming away from you as she quickly falls into a alcohol-fueled slumber. Grumbling, you listen to Minnie, going to the bathroom at the end of the hallway and doing your business. You hold your semi-erect cock in your hand before deciding you'd rather not take matters into your own hands, as it were. You wash your hands and stumble out of the bathroom and into the bedroom. In the darkness you collapse onto the figure on the bed, kissing her neck, playing with fire.

"Come on baby, let's do it, I know you want to too..."

"Hmm?"

"I want you now... we can just be quiet." Your hands go to her shirt, quickly freeing her of her shirt and bra, throwing them somewhere in the bedroom. You plant kisses down her neck and back as your hands go around to cup her perky breasts.

"Oh fuck... okay."

Your hands go to her shorts, and she helps you by lifting her hips, allowing you to pull off her panties together with the shorts with one pull. You touch her heat, feeling her wetness coat your fingers as she moans into the pillow.

"See, you wanted it too, you're so wet." You don't waste anytime, pulling down your boxers and aiming your hard cock at her entrance. You push her down into the bed as you slip yourself into her with a gasp, the two of you lying prone on the bed.

"Fuck, you're so tight babe, I can't hold back." You begin moving your hips almost immediately, grinding your cock against her walls, making sure she feels every pulsing vein on your shaft.

"A-ah, you're so big!" She bites on the pillow under her, her moans leaking through gritted teeth. Harsh breaths fill the room as the two of you try to suppress your moans of pleasure. You can't pump into her quickly for fear of making too much noise, so you settle for slow, powerful thrusts, grinding yourself deep in her with every downward plunge.

"Mmmm... fuck that feels so good. Keep going, I'm close!" Her hurried breaths grow shallower and shallower in your ear as she draws close to her climax. Chasing your own orgasm, you slightly pick up the pace on your thrusts, the bed rocking and making a small amount of noise.

"Y-yes yes, that's it, I'm cumming!" You feel her cum around you as she squeals into the pillow, her toes curling and her whole body trembling with absolute pleasure. Her tight pussy clamps down on you cock delightfully, and the quivers of her body around you cause you to finally cum as well. Your bury your head in her hair, your orgasm sending waves of pleasure through you after being blue-balled from the earlier drinking session. With a low groan you feel all your frustration drain into her hungry pussy, filling her with thick cum. Drained of energy, you collapse on top of her - sleep hits you almost the same time your head hits the pillow, and thoroughly satisfied you join Minnie in slumber.

If only you were awake long enough to hear Lisa mumble into the pillow before falling asleep too.

"No wonder Minnie came three times..."

--The next morning--

You awake the next morning hung over, but not hung over enough to reel from the shock of Lisa's golden hair in your face.

"Lisa?!"

"Hey you, good morning." Lisa rolls around, facing you with a big smile.

"Oh my god, what did we do? What did I do!"

"Had great sex, that's what, want to go again?" Her hand drifts down to your crotch again, and a jolt of electricity flows through you as she touches your cock, causing you to jump off the bed, hurriedly putting on your shorts.

"No no, oh my god I'm so sorry! I can't believe I did that last night!" A thousand and one thoughts run through your mind, and to your horror you hear the bedroom door swing open.

"Hey Lisa, did you see where oppa- oh there you are!"

"Minnie I'm so sorry, I did not mean for it to happen!"

"What are you talking about?"

"He came in here last night and fucked me." Lisa said simply. You look at Minnie pleadingly, begging her for forgiveness.

"I'm sorry, I was still drunk and I went in the wrong room and it... happened."

"Oh, at least Lisa was able to get you off, I was too drunk and tired yesterday." You don't believe your ears.

"You're okay with that?"

"Yeah it was bound to happen, Sorn and Lisa were all over you, that was kinda the goal, I am showing you off after all." She winks at you before turning to Lisa. "Well?"

"He's good, I'm jealous!"

"Do you want to fuck him again?" Lisa nods vigorously, entire unashamed of what's going on. "What about you oppa?"

"A-are you serious?" Minnie leans in to you, whispering in your ear.

"Thanks for coming to Thailand with me... I thought about it and talked to them while you were cleaning up after dinner yesterday. I'm giving you a pass, just this trip, if you want to fuck my friends, go for it, I know they're hot, and they want to do it too." She backs away from you, repeating her question. "Well, what about you oppa?"

"I want to fuck Lisa again." Lisa squeals in joy, grabbing you tightly as her hands beginning running all over your body.

"Not so fast, I was horny last night too, you better help me first before you two have fun."

"Of course Minnie!" You kiss your girlfriend passionately, eager to show your gratefulness to her. Somehow not only is she not angry, she's allowing you to act on all your desires. You push her down on to Lisa's bed, your fingers pressing against her sensitive spots.

"You're so beautiful babe, I can't thank you enough for this trip." Your hand sneaks under her shorts and panties, finding her pussy getting wetter every second under your touch. The other goes up her shirt, cupping a small round breast, feeling her nipples harden beneath her bra.

"Wow, way to suck up to her."

"Lisa, you want to get fucked or not?" Minnie shuts Lisa up, moaning her pleasure when you fingers dig deep into her, probing her juicy tunnel. "Ah yes, right there oppa." She shoots a look at Lisa. "The faster you make me cum, the faster you can fuck him."

Lisa gets the hint immediately, taking a spot next to Minnie opposite you. Her hands join yours at Minnie's pussy, playing with her clit while the other hand takes care of her other breast. Her lips go to Minnie's neck, kissing and sucking on her skin while yours is occupied with Minnie's mouth. Together the two of you sandwich the young woman, pleasuring striking her at a million points at once.

"Oh, oh yes! Ah!" With a shrill cry Minnie arcs her back and freezes in the air, the combined assault from you and Lisa causing her to go rigid in orgasm. Her slick juices rushes over your fingers, coating you and Lisa's hand with her arousal. After a few seconds of bliss Minnie collapses back on to the bed, her face red with giddy pleasure. You and Lisa do a love shot of a different kind, sucking on each other fingers to clean them of Minnie's juices. Lisa pushes you down on the bed next to Minnie, hovering over you, her long hair tickling your cheeks.

"My turn."

You look over at Minnie, catching her slightly unfocused eyes with a look, as if to ask one last time if this is really okay. She gives you a naughty smile, nodding as she says, "Go ahead, I want you to enjoy yourself on this trip." You lean over to give her a kiss, before turning your attention to the killer body of Lisa on top of you. You feel her hand grab your erect cock, positioning it at her dripping slit. Your hands go to her tiny waist, helping to hold her steady as she sinks herself down on to your shaft.

"Oh fuck... mmm..." Lisa whines her enjoyment to you, her eyes closing and mouth dropping open as you slowly fill all of her once more.

"God Lisa..." You moan as the intense pressure of her pussy presses down on you on all sides. Her back straightens out, moving her hip as she rides you, keeping her balance by leaning back, gripping your legs for support. She treats you and Minnie to the delicious sight of her pink lips being speared open over and over again, coating your shaft with more and more of her cream as she happily impales herself on you.

"That feels so good!" You shout out loud, unable to contain the pleasure building in you. Minnie has recovered by now, and she decides to keep you from being too loud.

"You're too loud oppa, here's something else to do, lick me." Having at some point lost her clothing, Minnie straddles your face, planting her lower lips on yours as she sits opposite Lisa, riding your face while Lisa humps herself on your cock. With nowhere for your head to go you dart your tongue in and out of your girlfriend, gathering up as much of her honey as you can. Over time her moans join the song of pleasure you and Lisa have been singing, and she is grinding herself all over your face.

"Enjoying him?" Minnie asks Lisa between thrusts of your tongue in and out of her.

"Nngh... yes, he feels so good, so thick!"

"He- ah!" You bring Minnie to a second shuddering orgasm for the day, surprising her by swiping at her clit rapidly with your tongue. Her juices leak out over your face as her grinding slows down and comes to an eventual stop.

"Good job oppa, let me reward you." Minnie gets off you and goes behind Lisa, pushing the blonde forward from behind, so that she is bent over you. Too far gone too care, she grabs your slick-covered face and crushes her lips against yours, fucking your mouth as she grinds your cock for everything she wants. Suddenly Lisa screams into your mouth, and you feel the pressure on your cock grow in an instant.

"Minnie! Oh fuck oh fuck!" You can't see it, but you can definitely feel Minnie's thin finger slip in Lisa’s ass, pressing down on your cock through her walls. She keeps the finger pressed down on you, and the new sensation triggers your own rush to climax. You grab Lisa's hips, pumping into her three quick times - your cock throbs and grows even bigger in her before exploding in pleasure.

"Fuck, so- so full..." Lisa's cry at being filled dies off as her eyes roll into her head, the feeling of your cum spilling into her and Minnie's finger in her butt proving too much for the stunning blonde as she joins you in orgasm. Her body trembles and her pussy crazily expands and contracts around your still throbbing cock, her peak prolonging the pleasure you feel as well. With a groan she collapses on top of you in a pile of limbs, completely drained of energy from the intensity of her climax.

Minnie puts her clothes back on before giving you a kiss on your cheek.

"Hope you enjoyed that oppa, come out when you're ready, I'll make some food for us."

Eventually the two of you gather enough energy to separate from one another.

"Ughh fuck that's... so good." Lisa groans when she gets off you, unplugging you from her, a torrent of your shared fluids draining out of her and on to the bed.

"You'll be... okay?"

"Yeah don't worry about it, I'm on the pill like Minnie." She winks at you, "And so is Sorn."

"Okay good, sorry again about... last night."

"Don't be, we both enjoyed it. Fuck I'm so hungry, but I almost want you again."

"You know I can't right now, I need time."

"I know I know, but... damn."

Scared of Lisa trying to decide if she's hungry or cock-hungry, you quickly get dressed and leave the bedroom before she changes her mind. You see in the kitchen that Minnie has whipped up something simple from what Lisa has in her fridge. The three of you eat breakfast in relative quiet compared to the screaming and moaning earlier in the morning.

"So, what are you two doing today?"

"I'm going to show oppa around the area, mall, the traditional market, eat some street food. What are you doing?"

"Work, I'll leave you a set of keys, I might not be back before the two of you come back. Oh, and Sorn said she'll be dropping by later in the afternoon."

"Okay sounds good, you should get changed for work, we'll take care of the dishes."

"Thanks, I'll see you guys later." Lisa’s eyes linger on your body before she ducks into her room to change. You and Minnie grab the used dishes and clean them in the kitchen, saying bye to Lisa she steps out the door, dressed in an eye-catching office outfit and killer heels.

"Come oppa, let's get changed." The two of you head to your bedroom, and as always you enjoyed the sight of your girlfriend's body as she got dressed.

"You know, maybe we could just stay in... it's just the two of us here." You whisper in her ear, fingers dancing over the skin of her waist.

"No oppa! We are not staying indoors on a trip, now get some clothes on." She gets dressed while you're still in your boxers.

"Besides, I know Sorn is going to want to finish what she started yesterday, you'll need to be well-rested for her." You can already feel yourself stirring as you remember the feel of her thighs and butt in your hands, and you quickly get dressed, looking forward to not only the day's activities, but also what and who's coming after.

Minnie takes you around the city. The malls were pretty similar to malls everywhere in the world, and the two of you quickly got bored of it, Minnie only stopping by the supermarket in it to pick up a few things she forgot to pack. The traditional market was far more interesting, with a large variety of trinkets and knick-knacks. There was also a large variety of spices and ingredients, which were put to good use from the smell of it, the fragrance of the street foods filling your nose as the two of you wolfed down a sour curry soup and sticks of grilled meat.

"Wow that was good!"

"Yes, it's my favorite! Can't get anything quite as good outside of Thailand."

"Do you know how to make it? We should get some of the spices to bring back and you can make it back home."

"Maybe, I'm so busy I never have time to cook..."

"Alright, we can come back later if we want to get it."

With a final slurp Minnie finishes off the last bit of soup. "Oof I'm full, what should we do next?"

"I'm too full to move, let's just get a drink and head back, I want to try a legit Thai iced tea."

"Good idea, I know just the spot!"

Minnie leads you to a small cafe, and soon you have a nice cold glass of Thai iced tea in front of you.

"Ah that's good!" You sip the sweet drink happily, the cold beverage cooling your off in the hot afternoon sun. The two of you quickly empty your glasses, the remaining ice melting quickly in the heat.

"Shall we head back?" The two of you walk back to Lisa's place hand-in-hand, enjoying more of the sights and scenery of the area before finding yourselves back in her apartment.

"I'm going to go take a shower, I feel so sweaty!" Minnie leaves you in the living room, grabbing her towel from your room before shutting the bathroom door. You hear the sound of the shower running and you debate whether or not to join her for some shower fun, but your thought is interrupted by a knock on the door.

"Who is it?" You call out as you head to the door.

"It's Sorn."

"Hey- mm!" You open the door, greeting Sorn with a friendly smile. Sorn's greeting is much more aggressive and needy, pushing you back into the apartment while she hungrily kisses you, almost to the point of devouring your lips.

"H-how was the helicopter?" You ask her, gasping for breaths in between as you notice Sorn was wearing some sort of jacket and trackpants combo. You're not sure what she does for work exactly, but she for sure she looks damn hot doing it. Sorn's reply was a sharp gaze and two words, dripping with angry lust.

"Don't. Even."

You slowly back away from her, until you feel your knees hit the couch behind you, causing you to end up lying on it as Sorn clambers on you.

"Sorn, Minnie's in the shower, we should wait-" Sorn completely ignores you, talking over you.

"Lisa told me what you did to her. She texted me every single detail."

"I- she did?"

"Everything. We are going to finish what we started last night, and I don't care about you, but I am going to enjoy it." Her hands are already working on her jacket, unzipping her top slowly. putting on a show for you as she reveals more and more of her skin. You pull the petite woman down on you, tearing her jacket off her shoulders, leaving her in a tight white t-shirt as you respond to her need with your own greedy kiss.

"Oh I'm going to enjoy it too... Now where were we? I believe we were doing... this!" Sorn yelps as she feels your hand return to the same position it was in last night, squeezing her firm butt tightly. You push her down, making sure she feels your stiff cock as you grind her against you. Your tongues wrestle for dominance, Sorn whining needily into your mouth as she humps you, her hands roaming every part of you she could touch. Sorn's arousal is frantic and messy, and you find yourself being taken along for the ride. In a scramble of hands she removes your cock from the confines of your shorts as you quickly rid her of her pants and panties. You grab at her hips, trying to sheathe yourself in her, but Sorn holds still, not letting you get your way.

"Now now, I've waited so long, there’s no rush." She begins grinding your shaft along her slit, spreading her juices all over you. "Do you like this? You feel so hard, you want to fuck me don't you? Feel how wet I am." Breathily she continues her slow torture of herself, driving herself crazy with need.

"It's been a while since I've been with someone, I'm probably so so tight, maybe tighter than Minnie and Lisa. Would you like to find out? Do you think you can handle me?" You can only moan in response as she runs her pussy over your head, her juices and your precum mixing on the tip of your cock. Her pace increases as she continues to talk dirty to you, filling both of you with nasty thoughts as she continues grinding you, her juices splashing messily on your crotch.

"I-I think I'm going to cum already... wouldn't you like to see that huh? Imagine how tight I'll be when you fuck me after I cum. I'm going to ride you, make sure you fill me up, and then- ah! And I- Oh fuck!" With a sharp hiss Sorn falls silent, close to orgasm just from grinding on you. You smirk and egg her on, whispering in her ear.

"Yeah? You're going to be tight aren't you? Not after I'm done with you. How does it feel to grind on me, think you can handle me in you?" You grind your shaft against her pussy, the tip of your cock running all along her folds. "I'm going to open you up, fill you to the brim, I bet you haven't felt cum in your pussy in a while have you? Let me fill you up." You tease her. Sorn's is too far gone to reply to you with words - she stops grinding on you, burying her face in your neck and shuddering violently. She releases a sob of pleasure into your neck and you feel your cock get a lot more slicker as Sorn trembles on top of you.

"Did you... did you just cum?" Sorn could only reply with a weak moan, her head nodding against you.

"Wow Sorn you really couldn't wait could you?" You hear Minnie's voice from the hallway, a towel wrapped around her body while she dries her hair with the other.

"Oh you're done? So is she, didn't even get to fuck me, poor girl."

"Fuck no I'm not." Sorn growls, rising up from your chest. Her face flushed and red, sweat collecting on her forehead, her eyes clouded with lust. "Minnie I'm going to fuck him now, I haven't had a dick in weeks, and I'm going to make full use of him."

"Ooh oppa, think you can handle her?"

"I'm pretty sure that's the wrong question to ask." Sorn eyes widen at your taunting.

"Oh yeah? Minnie feel free to watch, you get to be the judge."

"Oh really... don't mind if I do." You eyes are locked over Sorn's shoulder, watching your girlfriend lose her towel, revealing her fully naked body to you as she takes the seat opposite the two of you. You feel your cock twitch as you see her open her legs in front of you, her hand slowly drifting to her pink flower. You mind races, maybe you can convince Minnie to join-

"Hey! Eyes on me!" You are snapped back to reality as Sorn reaches down and grabs your cock tightly, almost painful if you weren't so hard already.

"You really like my ass don't you? Well enjoy this view, don't cum too early."

"Fuck you."

"That's my line." Sorn gets off you briefly to turn around, showing off her round butt to you as she squats down on your cock once more. She spreads her cheeks with her hands, giving you a full view of your cock spearing into her pussy. The two of you groan out loud as you finally push your way into her. Sorn was tight, your cock meeting resistance with every inch of progress you make in her.

"Fuck you're tight!" You groan through gritted teeth as Sorn keeps sinking down on you slowly, her thighs trembling at maintaining the position.

"You're too fucking big..." Your cock twitches at Sorn's compliment, the two of you releasing breaths you didn't know were being held when she finally takes you completely.

"How is she oppa?" Minnie asks, your girlfriend quietly moaning as she dips two fingers in herself.

"She's so tight..."

"Tighter than me?" You freeze up at her question, turning to face her. Your expression makes her crack up in laughter. "Ahahaha I'm kidding, I don't care, she hasn't had a guy in a month, I just had you yesterday." You feel a hand grip your jaw, forcing you to face Sorn's wonderful body, twisted around to look at you.

"Hey!"

"Pay fucking attention."

"Move already then, or do I have to fuck myself for you?"

"J-just give me a moment." Sorn leans forward, planting her hands on the couch. Her scream fills the room when she finally lifts herself off you, followed by a second louder scream when she drops herself on you again.

"Fuck yes!" The screams of pleasure get marginally softer, more loud yells than anything as she bounces herself on you, her butt jiggling deliciously in front of you. Your grunts join her shouts of pleasure, the tightness of her walls quickly overwhelming you. Her wetness allowing her to pump you smoothly with every bounce.

"Yeah, you're going to cum aren't you? I can feel you throbbing in me, I'm too tight for you aren't I?"

"Oppa cum in her!" Minnie takes Sorn's side, her face red, moans escaping her as she fucks herself with her fingers.

"You should listen to your girlfriend, you wouldn't want to disappoint her would you?"

"Shut- argh!" You try to retort, but Sorn sinks herself fully on to you, using her muscles to squeeze you tightly, much more than you expected. The pressure on your cock rushes to your balls, and you feel yourself go off in her, satisfying the hungry woman on top of you.

"Urgh f-fuck..." You grip on to Sorn's hips, making her grind on you, painting her walls white.

"Oh shit, that's so much..." Sorn whimpers as you mindlessly fuck yourself in her. She makes to get off, but you don't relax your grip on her.

"I'm not done, time to really open you up." You force yourself to keep going, setting a fast pace while your cock is still somewhat hard in her. Sorn yelps, a continuous loud moan leaving her as you piston up into her.

"You feel looser already, maybe you'll be tighter if you cum again. Why don't you cum again? I'm sure you enjoy the feeling of cum in you, here, let me make sure you feel all of it." Sorn runs out of breath, punctuating your thrusts with short cries now. A mix of her cream and your cum coat your cock and spill out, staining the couch as you penetrate her repeatedly.

"Oh god I'm cumming!" You hear a scream, but it is not from Sorn. You look over to see Minnie rubbing her pussy rapidly, her legs moving wildly before trapping her hand as she orgasms. Her body twitches, her head shaking left and right while she rides out her orgasm. You don't get to watch the rest of it however, as Sorn lets out a scream of her own.

"Nnngh oh yes!" Sorn groans in delight, and you feel her orgasm on you, juices rushing over the head of your cock, her walls gripping on to your semi-hard cock, keeping you hard for a little longer. She collapses forward off you and on to the couch. You slip out of her, spent, and you watch with satisfaction as white cum oozes out of her, staining the sofa further.

"That was so hot babe, you should talk dirty to me next time." Minnie wraps her arms around you, kissing you on the cheek.

"Really? I'll keep that in mind, didn't know you liked that." You turn your face to meet hers, kissing her with a mix of love and satisfaction.

"Ugh fuck, that felt so good, I really needed that." Sorn sits up, her fingers going to her pussy, inspecting the mess you made in her. "Thanks, I want more of that before you leave." She gets dressed, her hair disheveled but otherwise still relatively presentable.

"Thanks again Minnie and Minnie's oppa, I'll see you two around." She shuts the door, leaving the two of you naked in the living room.

"Well... we're alone, want to go again?" Minnie asks you, her soft hand stroking your cock, trying to get you in the mood again.

"Why don't we take it to the bedroom?" The two of you giggle and run to the bedroom, Minnie quickly welcoming your cock into her the moment you hit the bed, the two of you satisfying your need for intimacy, looking into each other’s eyes, your tongues tangling, wanting to feel as much as each other as possible. You thrust into her repeatedly, and while you'd never admit it to her face, Sorn and Lisa were definitely tighter. You didn't mind though, as Minnie fit you so perfectly, her pussy massaging your shaft just the way you liked it as she cums beneath you, moaning her pleasure into your kiss.

"Paint me oppa, let's not make a mess on her bed too." You pull out of Minnie, stroking your cock rapidly. You let out a gasp when you go off, firing shots of cum on her gorgeous body. After a quick wipe you tenderly embrace her, the two of you falling asleep, only being woken up by Lisa's shocked yell from the living room when she returned from work. Needless to say she wasn't happy at the state of the couch, and for being left out.

The rest of the trip passes by like a whirlwind, and days are not so much marked by what you did, but who you did.

--Day 3--

"Hey!"

"What? I'm just lying down on my sofa, and you're taking up a spot!" Lisa lays her legs in your lap, watching her TV show as you watch something else on your phone. Minnie was out to see some old friends, leaving the two of you alone in the apartment.

After a while, Lisa gets bored, and pops the question.

"Oppa, want to fuck?" Lisa nonchalantly asks.

"Nah, I'm really enjoying this show." You look sideways at Lisa, challenging her to do something about it.

"Maybe I have something more enjoyable..." Her foot grabs at your boxers, and you lean back on the couch, helping her slip it off you. You are forced to put down the phone as you enjoy the sensation of Lisa's feet rubbing your shaft.

"I thought you were watching the show, hmm?" Lisa taunts.

"I found something more enjoyable." You grab her feet, moving them up and down, masturbating yourself with her feet.

"Fuck that feels good."

"Yeah you like that don't you, maybe you like it more than my hands."

"Maybe, although I think your thighs will be nicer."

Always quick on the uptake, Lisa gets up, leading you to her bedroom. She takes off her shorts and poses for you in her panties. "Well? How do you like your thigh jobs?"

"On all fours."

"Ooh doggy style, nice." Lisa gets on all fours, presenting her toned butt to you. She keeps her legs together, wriggling her hips side-to-side. "Come on, fuck my thighs."

You slip your cock between her thighs, groaning at the smoothness of her skin on your shaft.

"Oh that's really good, thighs are definitely my favorite."

"Great, I'll let Minnie know. She was the one who put me up to this."

"She could've just asked."

"Yeah but then you'd say what you think she likes."

"Urgh, true..." You managed to moan out a response, enjoying the friction of her firm thighs on you. You look at her panty-clad butt, but you don't see much of a wet spot on it, disappointingly.

"It's not doing anything for you is it Lisa?"

"Not really, I much rather you fuck me."

"Maybe in a bit." You pull yourself out from between her thighs and spread her legs, replacing your head with another head of yours.

"Hmm? Oooh!" Lisa let's out a surprised moan as she feel your tongue lick her through the thin fabric, the wet spot on her panties growing, a mix of your saliva and her slick. You pull her panties down and off her shapely legs before going back, thrusting your tongue in and out of her folds.

"Oh wow, that feels good! Yes right there! Fuck keep doing that!" You press your face deeper into her, your tongue exploring her depths, lapping up the honey that is seeping out. Her hands reach around, grabbing her butt, spreading herself for you, enticing you to delve deeper. But you laid your eyes on something different.

"What?! No that's so- ooooh so wron- goood..." Lisa babbles nonsense as you lick her other hole, kissing it and slowly opening it up for your tongue. Your fingers replace your tongue in her pussy, and the doubled pleasure waves travel through her body, quickly reducing her to a mess of cries.

"Oh god, what are you doing to me? I'm cumming!" With a shrill cry Lisa comes in a rush of fluids, drenching your hand as her thighs quiver rapidly in pleasure. Her hips drop to the bed when she finally relaxes, her chest heaving with a lack of oxygen. The first words out of her mouth afterwards let you know that she is more than capable of keeping things going.

"Oppa, fuck me?"

You roll her on her back, keeping her legs closed as you hold her slim legs together, resting them on your shoulder. You slip your cock between the gap in her thighs, enjoying the feeling of her soft flesh on you for a little while, causing Lisa to whine needily.

"Come on..."

Not wanting to wait any longer yourself, you push forward, filling her with your cock. With her legs closed together Lisa feels impossibly tight, and with her ankles locked behind your neck you find yourself driving deeper into her than before.

"Fuck oppa, that's so deep, keep doing that!" Lisa lets you know loudly her appreciation for the new position. You lean over the blonde girl, who arcs her back up at your, her head sinking further into the pillow. You pin her hips to the bed, leaning further over her, bending the flexible woman almost in half as your cock explores new flesh in her pussy, hitting spots Lisa didn't even know she had.

"I'm so close, cum with me!" Lisa looks up at your with open and frenzied eyes, pleading for you to finish with her. Her cries increase in frequency as you up the tempo, your thrusts getting shallower but faster, keeping your cock deep inside her.

"Where should I-" You moan mid-sentence, your orgasm rising through you with a rush. Not that it mattered, Lisa's legs dropped to your sides with your last few pumps, wrapping themselves around your ass, answering the question for you.

"Yes!" Your combined cries reverberate in Lisa's bedroom. With a final deep thrust you pump Lisa full of cum once more. She rises up off the bed as she joins you in orgasm, finding the strength to pull herself up towards you, sitting up and capturing your lips while her body tenses and shakes all around you. You groan into her mouth, feeling her warm silky tunnel drain you of everything you had.

You gently lay her down on the bed, trying not to crush her with your remaining strength. You only had the strength for four more words.

"Fuck that was amazing."

--Day 4--

"Why am I here with you?"

"To help me pick out an outfit dumbass." Sorn shoots you a withering look.

"But why me?"

"Because. Just wait for me, I'm going to the changing room."

Like all the guys in the store you hang around outside the changing room. Except Sorn's not even your girlfriend, Minnie is!

"Why the fuck am I here?" You think to yourself. Sorn asked Minnie to borrow you for a trip to the mall, saying that she needed help with carrying stuff, yet somehow you ended up in front of a clothing store. You shake your head in frustration.

"Hey!" You look up, seeing Sorn stick her head out of the door.

"What?"

"Come here, I need your opinion on something."

“You need my opinion?”

“Just get in here!” Grumbling, you follow her into the changing room.

“What did you need?”

She turns to the mirror, and you look at her through it - she’s wearing a nice black blazer, covering her upper body, even concealing the shorts underneath.

“Do you like this? Or this?” Turns out, you were wrong, she wasn’t wearing shorts underneath. In fact, she wasn’t anything at all as she bares her shoulders and allows the blazer to billow open, showing off her curvaceous nude figure underneath.

“I prefer the latter, duh, also if you wanted to fuck, you could have just told Minnie, you didn’t have to make up an excuse.”

“T-that’s for later, right now I just want you to fuck me. It’s more thrilling in public.” You remove Sorn’s blazer and push her against the mirror, making her bend down, sticking her butt out at you.

“You are a horny girl aren’t you.” The rustle of your pants dropping is masked by the sound of clothes all around you. You rub the head of your cock against her wet pussy, her slick dripping on to the changing room floor.

“Make it quick, it’ll be suspicious if we spend too long in here.”

“Oh, now you’re worried about getting caught?” You speak into her ear through gritted teeth as you slide yourself into her warmth.

“Ah! Shut up!” Sorn let’s out a decently loud yelp before whispering to you harshly, taken by surprise at your smooth penetration.

“Those are my words, let’s see if you can keep yourself from screaming.”

Sorn leaves a handprint on the mirror as she braces herself for your thrusts. You hug her from behind, your hands squeezing her round perky breasts for grip, fingers tweaking and pinching her nipples while you grind into her from behind. Sorn’s free hand is on her mouth, desperately trying to muffle her moans.

“You know, maybe the people one room over would like to hear you moan, I remember you sounded really erotic when you came all over me.” With every word you whisper into her ear you feel her getting wetter and tighter around you. “Maybe they can hear us, maybe they’re touching themselves right... now...” you punctuate the last two words with your deepest thrusts, causing Sorn’s thighs to quiver, her legs weakening by the second.

You take control over her, straightening yourself and pulling her arms back, leaving her with no hand to brace herself and no hand to cover her moans. Not wanting to make noise you slowly but powerfully thrust into her. Sorn’s hot pussy tightens on you tremendously as she realizes the lack of control she has, and all she can do is bite down on her lip, drawing blood when she cums hard after a few more thrusts from you.

“Nnngh!” You see Sorn’s eyes roll up briefly before they slam shut, her pussy trying to do the same, crushing your cock with her contracting muscles. You hold the small woman in place while she twitches in front of you, every pleasurable shock going through her body reflected in her expression through the mirror.

You wrap your hands around her limp body, holding her up against you for a few more thrusts before you pull out of her. Sorn drops to the floor in a pile, not unlike her clothes on the floor. With a few strokes of your juice-coated cock you grunt your orgasm to her, spraying her face with your seed while she looks up at you with lusty eyes. She opens up her mouth, swallowing your tip and taking the last few spurts down her throat.

You pull up your pants, the sound of your zipper noticeable in the seemingly quiet changing room area. You fake a cough and address the cum-covered Sorn on the floor.

“I think you should buy the blazer, that’s my opinion.”

You walk out to a few red faces, all trying to avoid eye contact with you. One or two guys waiting outside the changing room give you a thumbs-up, clearly knowing what happened. You merely nod and walk out the store with a smile. Sorn finds you outside a few minutes later, her face red in embarrassment, but with a post-orgasm glow.

“Thanks for the opinion, this is a souvenir for you.” She hands you the black blazer, complete with cumstains on it.

--Day 5--

"So oppa, I heard you had fun with Sorn and Lisa, making full use of your pass?"

“I uh... yeah.” It is late at night, the two of you lying on the bed after a long day of sightseeing and shopping. You wrap your arms around Minnie, pacifying her, planting kisses on her neck as you murmur into her ear.

“I’m sorry, should I make it up to you now?”

“Oh you better, you’ll be sorry if you don’t.”

“Don’t wake Lisa up.”

“I won’t- ooh!” You dive under the covers, running your hands under Minnie’s top while your teeth nip at the band of her shorts, tugging them down with some help from her hands. You lift her t-shirt up, keeping them bundled around her midsection while you kiss down her abs, feeling her muscles tense and twitch at the new sensation.

Your hands join your lips around her waist, stroking and massaging her body tenderly. "Mmm... lower baby." Using your teeth again you find the hem of her panties, tugging them down down to her thighs, the smell of her lust filling your senses. Gripping her thighs with your hands, you lean into her crotch, tracing up and down her slit with your tongue. Her pussy opens up under your teasing, blushing and swelling with arousal - you collect her juices on your tongue, swirling it around your mouth before swallowing and going back for more.

Minnie's low whines continue, but she interrupts herself with a squeal when your tongue finds its way inside her delicious walls, your thick muscle probing and poking every part of her pussy. It doesn't take too long after that before her thighs clamp around your head, her body twisting and turning under the covers as she cums with a low moan. You wipe your mouth of her juices as you make to get up, but her hand pushes your head down, her legs wrapping around your neck, trapping you there.

"Minnie?"

"You're not done yet. On your back." Minnie helps you flip over, her legs rolling you over with surprising strength. Her legs finally release your head, and you find yourself trapped midway down the bed, Minnie humping your face wantonly as she pursues another orgasm. You can do nothing but lie there and listen to Minnie's muffled moans while she fucks your tongue sloppily, covering your face and neck with a mess of her juices. Her clit bumps against your upper lip, and she begins grinding deep on your face, trying to find that pleasure again. Your mouth is filled with her sweet folds, and you hungrily have your fill of her honey. You hear her get louder and louder, riding your face faster and faster - you struggle to breathe as Minnie barely gives you any time to take breaths, flooding your mouth with her juices.

"Oh god yes!" She cums hard against you, pinning your head down to the bed as her crotch shudders on top of you. You barely make out her words before focusing on your need for air.

"Minnie I need to-" She cuts you off with a barely muffled scream into the pillow, all of her strength being used to grind her pussy into your face further, willing your tongue to fuck her deeper. You choke, tapping Minnie's thighs as you try to gasp for air in between spurts of her juice. She doesn't seem to realize or hear however, still up in the clouds of her climax, and she continues to buck down on you with every wave of pleasure traveling through her. Every deep breath you take is interrupted by the instinctive thrusting of her hips into your face. Just when you thought your vision was getting dark, she releases her death pin on your head, her hips twisting slightly to give you room to breathe, allowing you to extract yourself from beneath her.

You crawl back up through the covers, frowning at her tired and content face.

"Babe you nearly suffocated me there."

"That's for not being with me the past two days, I was so horny listening to Sorn and Lisa tell me what you did to them."

"You said I could-"

"I know, doesn't mean I don't get horny too!"

"Alright, I'm sorry, let me make it up to you now." You scoot closer to her, making sure she feels your throbbing cock desperate for release. But she shifts away from you, leaving you to strain in your shorts.

"No."

"No?"

"No, that's a punishment for ignoring me, and also to make sure you're ready for tomorrow." Her pout at you becomes a teasing smirk. "You better not cum tonight if you want to have fun tomorrow. Think you can wait till then?"

As if on cue you hear a squeal from Lisa's room across the hallway, causing your cock to twitch with need - apparently Minnie wasn't quiet enough. She grabs your hard cock tightly, causing you to jolt in some pain, overstimulating you.

"If you go over there now, you will definitely regret it, I assure you." Minnie warns with a dangerous glint in her eye.

You grumble and draw the covers over the two of you, turning away from Minnie as you try to make your erection go down. Minnie’s good night whisper doesn't help matters at all.

"Good choice oppa, we'll have lots of fun tomorrow..."

--Day 6--

You wake up from the frustrating night before with a moan as you feel your cock enveloped in something hot and wet. But as soon as you moan you feel the pleasure go away - you look down to see your cock leaving Minnie's lips with a pop.

"Good afternoon babe."

"Afternoon?"

"Yeah, you slept so long, and now we have guests, so I had to wake you up somehow."

"Come on Minnie, finish me off!"

"You didn't say please, and that's someone else's job, come out when you're ready." With a last stroke of your cock she leaves. You're so pent up you debate just rubbing one out on the bed, but ultimately decide against it, and instead you throw the covers off yourself and head out the door.

You are ever so thankful for that decision, as you see Minnie, Lisa, and the "guest" Sorn sitting in the living room... with nothing on... and Lisa and Sorn are making out on the couch, hands teasing one another. Your cock turns hard as steel seeing the scene in front of you, your head red and angry with need. Minnie's eyes light up when she sees you come out of the hallway.

"Hi oppa, I told you you wouldn't regret it."

Sorn breaks her kiss with Lisa, eyeing your cock as she strides up to you. "Let me go first Minnie?"

"Sure, have fun with him! Oh wait, oppa drink this!" Minnie hands you a cup of dark brown liquid, holding it to your lips and making you drink all of it. It is bitter and salty, nothing like a coffee or cola.

"Ugh, what is that?"

"Thai medicine, it'll help you... keep going. You'll need it." As if to prove Minnie right, Sorn pushes you to the floor, stripping your shorts as Minnie and Lisa take off your t-shirt. Sorn's naked curves press against your body as she thrusts her tongue into your mouth, setting the pace for the two of you.

"So Minnie tells me you haven't cum since the changing room with me, is that right?"

"Yes..."

"Poor boy, do you want to cum now?" Her fingers tap on your sensitive head, sending jolts of pleasure through your body.

"Yes!"

"Would you like to cum in my mouth again?" You let out a loud moan as Sorn takes your cock in her mouth, her tongue swirling around your shaft like she did in your mouth earlier. She releases you, slobbering all over your tool.

"Lisa tells me you like this..." She stands up, placing one foot on your cock and rubbing it lightly. You twitch against her, feeling her toes grip and stroke your shaft. You continue to moan, your body burning with need as you feel Minnie and Lisa on either side of you, kissing your face while their hands go to your balls, feeling how heavy they are.

"Oppa you feel so heavy, it's going to be such a big load when you cum." Lisa whispers in your ear naughtily, her hair tickling your cheeks.

"Yes... you did so well to hold back last night, we're going to make you cum so hard over and over, I want your cum, we all want your cum..." Minnie's teasing talk drives you crazy, and you near scream in pleasure from Sorn's foot.

"Fuck Sorn, please I need to cum!"

"Beg for it." Sorn wickedly smiles at you, stopping the movement of her foot. Your hips buck up, trying to feel friction on your member again, but it is not enough.

"Please Sorn, let me cum!"

"Not good enough."

"I'm begging you, let me cum!"

"Step on me."

"What?"

"Say it, beg me to step on you." You hesitate, moaning out loud instead, but Lisa and Minnie whispering all kinds of dirty acts into your ear break your resolve.

"F-fuck Sorn, please step on me, make me cum already! I need to cum..."

"Good boy..." Sorn begins rubbing her foot faster on your cock, skyrocketing your pleasure. If you had any attention to give Lisa and Minnie you would've noticed them moving down towards your cock, eagerly waiting for you to burst, but you don't, your mind and body singularly focused on cumming hard. Your body coils, muscles tensing as the pleasure builds more and more in your brain. Something has to give, and of course it is you as you give in to the pleasure that finally overtakes you. You can almost feel the rush of cum traveling from your balls and up your cock, spraying out of your tip as you orgasm.

"A-ah fuck!" With a roar you buck your hips up, causing Sorn's foot to slip from your cock as you begin releasing your frustration. The first shot lands somewhere on your chest, the next few shots fly wildly in the room as your cock twitches and throbs every which way in climax. You don't notice any of this, your mind completely blank from finally being able to cum. When you are coherent again you find yourself with your eyes closed, breathing heavily while your body struggles for breath. You open your eyes, moaning as you ride out the last few waves of orgasm. You are shocked to see all 3 of them splattered with your seed in some way or another - Sorn's crotch is splashed with white, the strength of your orgasm evident.

"Wow oppa, how much did you cum? Damn..." Minnie's voice reaches you through the haze of your climax, and you look down your body at them. Lisa and Minnie are almost unrecognizable from the amount of cum on their faces, the two girls looking at you and each other with shock. You have completely glazed them both, the two of them coated in a mask of white. Their naked lithe bodies are also splashed with cum as the last few twitches of your cock fired small but random bursts on both of them. Minnie and Lisa mirror each others movements, using a finger to collect some of your seed on their faces before sucking it clean.

"Mmm tasty, Sorn come help us clean up." The three women gather in front of you, fingers swiping cum off each other before deciding to forego any decency - they begin kissing and licking your release off each other. By the time they're done erotically cleaning most of each other, you realize that you're hard again.

"Look Minnie, the medicine works! My turn!" Lisa gets on all fours, but you decide against fucking her... for now. You lean over towards Minnie, whispering in her ear, she nods vigorously at your suggestion.

"Oh, oh!" Lisa feels two fingers slide inside her dripping pussy, her walls gripping them with need. Then they begin to move separately, causing her to shriek in surprise pleasure. "W-what? Oh fuck!" She looks down between her legs and sees you and Minnie pumping a finger each into her. The alternating rhythm the two of you set overwhelming her, your fingers endlessly moving in and out of her like a well-oiled machine. With a wicked smile you gesture to Minnie, and the two of you stick your fingers deep in her together, before curling your fingers in opposite directions, dragging them along every ridge of her walls.

"Oh what's- oh..." Lisa let's out a long groan as the two of you stimulate every part of her pussy. The two of you repeat the motion again and again, feeling Lisa get wetter and wetter, the slender blonde slowly losing control of herself. You jump when you feel a hand reach from behind to stroke you - you turn around to see Sorn.

"I want you to fuck me when you're done with her, here's something to help you with that..." She whispers an evil thought in your ear, and you pass on the suggestion to Minnie, which she instantly agrees to. You insert your fingers together once more, but this time, both of you curl towards her g-spot, the two of you rapidly tapping against the sensitive bundle of nerves there. Lisa's reaction is instant and explosive.

"Oh fuck, what the fuck!" With a ear-splitting scream Lisa's mind shatters into a million pieces as you and Minnie poke away at her g-spot, her pussy seizing the your fingers tightly before she releases the two of you, along with a torrent of cream, completely drenching your arms and the floor below. Lisa shrieks continue unabated as her body twitches, her pussy still leaking like a broken pipe under you and Minnie's continued efforts inside her.

With another high pitched cry and another squirt of her slick Lisa reaches another peak, her arms giving out, her body allowing you and Minnie to do as you please. You both keep working Lisa's pussy, pumping what little she has left out of her. After a long drawn out groan her body finally says no more, collapsing to the floor, trying to get away from the far-too-pleasurable fingers. Her breasts heave with every breath, her legs trembling with the aftershocks of her double orgasm. You look over at her, only to see her unfocused eyes and a dopey smile on her face, a small trickle of drool leaking from the side of her mouth - she tries to say something, but the only sound that comes out is a moan.

"Fuck that was hot, I should have you two do that to me sometime. But for now I want you to come fuck me." Sorn turns you away from Lisa, bending over and planting her hands on the couch, waiting for you to take her from behind.

"I should make you beg for it."

"But you won't, I know you're too horny right now anyways."

"Hey, what about me?!" Minnie joins in the conversation after helping Lisa sit up and getting the drained girl some water while she recovers.

"Fine come here, sit on the sofa in front of me. Now you." She looks back at you. "Fuck me." Sorn was right, you're too horny right now to wait, and you sink right into her slick depths as she begins pleasuring Minnie with her tongue and fingers, spreading your girlfriend's legs wide open. You slowly push in and out of Sorn, enjoying her pussy gripping you. Of course, Sorn doesn’t allow you to do that for long.

"Are you watching me pleasure Minnie? Is that why you're so slow? Maybe you'll learn something about pleasing your girl." She snaps back at you, not satisfied with your pace. You reply with a hard smack to her ass, causing the flesh to jiggle and Sorn to yelp in surprise.

"Shut up, I was wondering why you didn't feel as good today, looks like I have loosened you up already." You slap her ass again, and you feel her tighten around your cock. "Or not? You like being spanked don't you?"

"No I don- ah!" You interrupt her with another smack, feeling her clench down further. You pull out before sinking into her again.

"Much better... You better pleasure Minnie well, I'll stop slapping you if you do poorly." You set a steady pace, spanking Sorn's ass every few thrusts, causing her to moan into Minnie's pussy. It seems like your slaps motivate Sorn to do well, and you find yourself increasing the pace at which you thrust into her as you watch Minnie's face twist in pleasure. Sorn redoubles her efforts as you spank her more and more frequently, wanting to transfer the pleasure you're giving her to Minnie, who moans in appreciation. You look into Minnie's eyes, and you can tell that she is close. Wanting to get off with her you piston into Sorn, your hips smacking into her from behind instead of your hands. You bend over Sorn, gripping her breasts harshly and pinching her nipples - her brain doesn't register the pain anymore, and the added sharp sensation pushes Sorn over the edge.

"Oh fuck, I'm-" "I'm cumming!" "Nngh yes!" The chorus of cries interrupt and clash with one another as your orgasms arrive in a mess of fluids together. You go off for the second time, this time blasting your hot seed against Sorn's own climax, her slick and your cum mixing on her walls. Sorn is filled with a third liquid as Minnie floods Sorn with her juices, covering her face and dripping the rest on to the sofa. With a final slap to Sorn's bright red ass you get up off her, pushing her to the couch with Minnie. Minnie hungrily sucks on your glistening cock, and you feel yourself somehow getting hard again as you watch Sorn dip her fingers in herself, feeling the mess of white liquid stream out of her.

"Oppa fuck me next?" Minnie looks up at you, her face sweaty and flushed, clearly wanting to be properly filled.

"No, me please!" You feel a recovered Lisa wrap her arms from behind, pressing her tight body against you.

"It's too bad there's only one cock, and three pussies for you to fill hmm?" Sorn has gotten off the couch, her hand going to you chin and pulling you in for a kiss, trying to entice you into fucking her again. "Maybe you should just push more of your cum in me..."

"I have something for that." Lisa returns to her room, leaving the three of you to enjoy and grope each other before she returns, holding two dildos in her hand. She hands you the dildos, placing one in each hand.

"Here you go oppa, now you can fuck all of us... I hope you choose me." The three women surround you, planting kisses and touching you all over. Your brain is overridden by their whispers, each of them promising you one pleasure or another, but you make your decision. You sit down on the floor, beckoning one of them to you.

"Lisa, come sit on me. Minnie and Sorn, on either side of me please." Lisa gleefully complies, jumping in your lap, eager to impale herself on you. Minnie and Sorn pout, but follow your request, wanting to draw more pleasure from you. You have the two of them bend over, presenting themselves for your dildos.

"Go on then, ride me." You address Lisa, and groan right after as she immediately impales herself on your cock. Lisa hugs you as she rides you, allowing you to see in front of you and fill Minnie and Sorn with the dildos. You try your best to concentrate on pleasuring the two girls as Lisa grinds herself on you, her breathy moans going straight into your ear. The two of them help your efforts, bucking back against your hands as you fill them over and and over. The four of you form a erotic quartet, with moans, groans, and wet sounds of pussies being filled heating up the living room. Lisa kisses you hungrily as you go into autopilot, your arms straining to keep up with the increasing pace of Minnie and Sorn fucking themselves on the dildos. Your grip on the dildos begin slipping as their juices coat the toys. Thankfully, the two of them soon reach their limit.

"Fuck!" With a loud curse you feel liquid splashing on your hands as they orgasm on the dildos, drenching the toys with more of their slick. Minnie and Sorn collapse on the floor, tired at having to buck against your dildo. You feel your crotch get wetter too as Lisa increases the pace she rides you at.

"Good job, now please fuck me? I'm close..." You toss the dildos aside and grab on to Lisa, changing positions and placing her on the floor. Your arms are too sore, and you settle for hugging her on the floor while your hips pound into her hard, the quartet of sex now a duet, the clap of your flesh ringing in the room.

"Cum with me, cum in me please!" Lisa's whines get higher and higher in pitch, and with a final whistle-like cry Lisa triggers your orgasm along with hers. You collapse on her completely, drained of almost all your strength as you feel her folds pull you in, her pussy eagerly accepting every shot of your cum into her. Only the whirr of the fan overhead is heard as your four sweaty bodies lay on the floor, a mess of semen, juice, and sweat surrounding you.

You look over at Minnie, smiling at you with... pride? She scoots over to you tiredly.

"Hah I told them you can fuck all three of us good, I was right."

You roll off of Lisa, your last partner too tired to even move or react, as is Sorn. You make your way to Minnie.

"For once I'm glad I'm the trophy boyfriend, but I think I still owe one of you a fuck..." You manage to clamber over her, kissing her lips before moving down her body.

"Wait, oppa you don't have to, I'm tired too..."

"Your medicine works too well, I'm still hard..." You poke your head against her. Minnie moans as she feels you slowly push into her folds.

"Oh fuck... fine, this better be the last one, fill me when you cum." The two of you gasp as you enter her. "This feels so much better than the dildo, I missed your cock oppa."

"I missed your pussy too... we haven't done it since the second day..." Your words leave you between moans as you slowly thrust into her.

"Ah... let's just enjoy this." With the last bit of strength you leisurely pump into her, looking down into her eyes with passion and love. "I'm so happy you came with me to Thailand and met my friends."

"I think I did more than meeting them, but I'm glad to be here."

"Don't expect this to become a regular thing, although with how well you're doing, maybe."

"Don't tempt me babe."

"We'll see... depends on how well you do now." You accept Minnie's challenge, adding a little more recovered strength into your thrusts, causing her to moan more and talk less.

"Maybe- ah! Maybe we'll go on another trip next time, I have a f-friend who always wanted me to visit her in Hong Kong."

"Yeah? And you're going to show me off... again!" You draw a loud moan from Minnie with a powerful thrust.

"Yes there! Not like you don't enjoy it, I think she had a friend in Taiwan she always wanted me to meet too..."

"W-wow, now you want to show me off to friends of friends?" You grit out between thrusts, feeling yourself get close. Minnie seems to feel your cock throbbing in her too.

"S-shut up and just cum with me..." You crush your lips against hers, swallowing her scream of pleasure as the two of you cum together. You satisfy Minnie completely, filling her to the brim with the last of your cum. Her walls contract around your pulsing shaft, coating you with the last of her slick as the two of you ride out your climaxes.

"I love you."

"I love you too, you were amazing."

"That was way too sweet for what we all just did, but I guess we can call that a happy ending." You hear Sorn quip from above you.

"Yeah... I'm so sore, but that was great." Lisa adds. The four of you get up with wobbly legs, and if you weren't completely drained you would definitely be hard at the sight of the three gorgeous women all having your cum trailing down their thighs. You get them some wipes, and the four of you wipe yourself relatively clean. Minnie asks for some water and you oblige, bringing everyone a cup of water. After downing several cups of water on the stained sofa the four of you regain most of your senses and energy, assessing the state of the living room.

"Damn, we should put some clothes on, this mess will take a while to clean." You quickly throw on your t-shirt while the girls put on their clothes, and thankfully with four people the clean up was quick.

"I gotta go, it's getting late, thanks again." Sorn plants a kiss on your cheek. "Bring him back again some time won't you Minnie?" She leaves before Minnie can formulate a reply.

"That was fun! But you guys should pack quickly, your flight leaves in like... three hours? I'll make a quick bite for us." Lisa hurries the two of you back to your bedroom. You and Minnie rush to get everything packed, wolfing down Lisa's food while you do it. The three of you grab a cab and rush to the airport, barely making it to the check-in counter in time.

"Thank you again Lisa for having us!" Minnie squeals, pulling Lisa in a tight hug.

"Of course, it was a pleasure having the two of you!" Lisa blushes at her own wording. "Not what I meant, I-"

"We know, thank you for having us, it was fun!"

"It was! Remember what Sorn said Minnie, you should bring him back for more fun next time." She shoots the two of you a naughty wink. Minnie rolls her eyes and promises Lisa she will.

You and Minnie wave good bye to Lisa, and before too long you are up in the air again.

"I can't wait till our next trip!" she says as the plane reaches cruising altitude.

"You're planning the Hong Kong trip already?"

"Maybe..."

"As long as you give me a pass again, I'll allow you to show me off to your friends."

"Now you're bargaining? Hmph! Speaking of which..." Her voice drops to a whisper. "I brought some of the Thai medicine back with me."

"Really?" You ask, your hot breath sending shivers down her spine as you whisper to her in reply.

"Screw the next trip, I can't wait till we get home."

[andallthatmishigas]

I started following you because of @rahleeyah (she adores you so I figured you must be cool). What’s your favorite Disney song and why? And what was your first trip to the park like (if you’ve ever been)?

Feel free to ignore if you don’t feel like answering 😀

OH BOY DID YOU HIT THE NAIL ON THE OBSESSIVE HEAD

Okay so first off @rahleeyah is the best person in the world and I’m beyond lucky to have her as my best friend. You have excellent taste and I hope you’ve not regretted following my nonsense lmao

Anyway, Disney is my true love in this world. My name is Ariel which is not after the mermaid (the movie came out in 1989 and I came out in 1992) but my mother loved the name after a client of hers named her daughter Ariel in like 1985 and my mother always knew she’d name her daughter Ariel. And it’s a Hebrew name so that worked out well because we’re Jewish. Anyway, sharing a name with a Disney princess was very convenient for me. My parents love Disney. My father says he knew he’d marry my mother when she loved his dog and wanted to go to Disneyland with him. I grew up on all the Disney classics and I grew up in the 90s seeing the Disney renaissance movies in theaters. I LOVE Disney.

My favorite Disney songs are…so many. I can’t choose just one so I’ll pick one in two different categories.

Favorite “popular/well-known” Disney song has got to be Once Upon A Dream from Sleeping Beauty. I also love Tchaikovsky so the melody is perfection and the specific timbre of my soprano matches perfectly with that song (and Mary Costa). It’s so dreamy and beautiful and almost haunting. It always makes me smile and I love to sing it.

Favorite “deep cut” Disney song is Candle on the Water from Pete’s Dragon. I love that movie. I love Helen Reddy’s voice. I think it’s such a beautiful love song. I got the sheet music to learn how to play it on the piano and I sing with it and it moves my soul.

That all being said, I also adore anything from any of my favorite Disney movies (The Little Mermaid, Princess and the Frog, Peter Pan, Mary Poppins) and in particular the music slaps in Mulan, Hunchback of Notre Dame, and Encanto.

I could talk Disney music forever tbh. Disney in general, honestly.

And now onto Disney parks. I went to Disney World when I was about 6 because I have family in Florida. I went to Disneyland Paris when I was 9 because I was 9 and we were in France so obviously we had to go. But the one true love of my life is Disneyland. I’ve been nearly every year for the last 25 years. I went in November 2021 and again in January this year and I’m hoping to go again over the summer. It’s about an hour by plane from where I live and it’s so deeply imbedded in my soul and my family and my friends. It’s everything to me.

My first trip was I think when I was 5. My parents and my best friend and his parents all went. My dad was big into home movies so we have film of that trip which is delightful. I remember my friend crying because he was afraid the animals on the Jungle Cruise were gonna eat him. I also remember watching Fantasmic and my dad putting me on his shoulders so I could see and to this day it’s the most magical moment I’ve ever experienced.

I could legit go on forever about everything I love about Disneyland so I’ll stop here. But oh boy did you get me with this. My favorite ask ever lol.

And if you read all this way, congrats. Also I’m literally watching Alice In Wonderland on Disney+ at this exact moment.

Anyway, what’s your favorite Disney song? Disney movie? Park experience?? Tell me tell me!!!

[blaineandsamevanderson]

What's in your WIP folder?

Oh boy, that’s a big ask! I tend to start writing a fic and get distracted. Some of these are super old and I keep meaning to get back to them, but the muses are fickle.

Hawaii Five 0

On the Right Track Babe ~ When a case leads to an undercover assignment, certain things are uncovered (Mcdanno)

Untitled ~ Danny works a detail at Honolulu Pride cuz he figures if there’s gotta be a police presence at Pride that some of the cops should be part of the community (Mcdanno)

9-1-1/9-1-1 LoneStar

The Date ~ Buck gets ready for a date after his shift at the firehouse...and a hot guy show to pick him up. Hot guy is Dylan, the hot EMT played by Nyle DiMarco on a Station 19 episode where they were fighting wildfires in CA. (Buddie)

Chopped ~ Buck competes on a firefighter edition of Chopped (Buddie)

BBQ ~ Carlos takes TK to a family BBQ (Tarlos)

Untitled Buddie Soulmates fic ~ When someone falls in love, they are marked, a signal appearing on their skin to commemorate that their heart was connected to another. Many couples bore marks for one and other, but only in rare occasions, do they wear the same mark. When two people loved each other and were true soulmates, they shared a mark. (Buddie)

Special Report ~ The news runs a story about the Tsunami on the anniversary (Buddie)

Untitled ~ Buck offers to go as Josh’s plus one to a wedding (undecided ship)

Untitled ~ Eddie hurts his hands and is frustrated. Buck is a good friend and lends a hand ;) (Buddie)

Untitled 9-1-1/Prodigal Son Crossover ~ What is says on the tin

Glee (All Blam)

Running Mates ~ When Blaine Anderson becomes the Democratic nominee for the presidency, he has to pick a VP. A Glee/West Wing fusion

Let’s Marvin Gaye ~ So, idea: In Senior year, Artie decides to get some more directorial experience by making music videos of his friends covering songs. One in particular is a hit, Blaine and Brittany’s cover of Charlie Puth/Meghan Trainor’s song Marvin Gaye…but unlike the actual video, they don’t share a kiss. Both Blaine and Britt have their own storylines in the video, Sam and Santana acting as their respective partners, culminating with kisses like in the video…though Artie doesn’t fade to black fast…It quickly goes viral :)

The Smell of Fresh Cut Grass on Sun Soaked Skin ~ Summer before S2, Sam’s family has just moved to Lima and he’s making extra cash by doing yard work. Gets hired by Mrs. Anderson and he and Blaine meet.

The Most Magical Place on Earth ~ Sam is called to a meeting by Blaine's parents. They sit him down and say that of all of Blaine's friends, Sam is the most reliable, the most trustworthy and the nicest. So they have chosen (maybe even hire) him to keep an eye on Blaine because Blaine tends to go crazy when he takes this annual trip. Cooper couldn't handle him. Kurt couldn't take it. But they think Sam can. When Blaine does his annual week-long trip to Disney World, Sam goes with him. Oh what could possibly happen?

Mutual Admiration ~ Famous male model Sam Evans is on Ellen to promote his new GQ magazine spread and when asked about celebrity crushes he reveals he’s crushing on Broadway star Blaine Anderson.

Friends, Love & Homecoming ~ S2 AU ~ Post 2x03 – Sam joined glee in 2x01 and is not dating Quinn. Not dating anyone at McKinley, cuz he’s with Blaine. When Homecoming rolls around, he wants to take him, so he tells the club. I want reactions!

Drunk on A Plane ~ After being left at the altar, Blaine decides to use the Honeymoon tickets himself. AU ~ where Sam never moved to Lima and he and Blaine meet later in life.

Cruise Ship Coincidence ~ Future fic slightly AU (no Klaine engagement or Samcedes stuff or they broke up already). During a cruise, Kurt and Rachel bump into newlywed Blaine and Sam, who are on their honeymoon after haven’t saw them in years

DCTV

Crossovers

Untitled Bake Off AU ~ DCTV characters on Bake Off (Captain Canary, Winnara and others)

Stretch Right Up and Touch the Sky ~ Camp STAR is one of the North East’s most popular science camps. Every year, young minds arrive to learn and explore. Unfortunately, a few weeks before the camp was to open for the season, a large explosion in one of the labs and the ensuing fire made the camp uninhabitable. Not wanting his campers to miss out on their summer, Owner Harrison Wells called up Joe West, Owner of Camp Superflarrow, who he knew was looking to expand the science discovery program at his own camp. (Captain Canary, Winnara and others)

Untitled Beach Town AU ~ Beach Town AU: Sara Lance (16) and her sister Laurel (17) are invited to spend the summer at the summer beach house of Laurel’s friend Oliver (17). There, they meet a variety of people, townies, other vacationers, etc…and one townie in particular, Leonard Snart (17) catches Sara’s interest :) (Captain Canary, Winnara and others)

Untitled Actors AU ~ An AU where the Legends of Superflarrow characters are actors playing heroes (or part of the crew for the tv/movie) and Sara is one of the heroes and Leonard is one of the villains and their chemistry inspires the writers to give his character a redemption arc… (Captain Canary and others)

Captain Cold Comes to National City ~ Based on a thread started by this tumblr post: I’ve got it! Due to the Oculus’s destruction, Len Snart is blown through the time-space continuum. He awakens in a universe not his own, with a girl in a red skirt… not to mention a red cape… standing over him (Captain Canary, Winnara and others)

Legends of Tomorrow

A Tale of Two Snarts ~ A familiar face returns in an unexpected way (Captain Canary)

Land of the Lost ~ The Legends try to figure out how they’re going to fix time and find a lost friend along the way. Spoilers for the Season 2 Finale!!!! (Captain Canary)

Marvel

Rewinding the Clock ~ In the Marvel world, even old age isn't a constant...

We’ve Come A Long Way From Where We Began ~ Picking up where Infinity War ends….

Star Trek

Georgia Time ~ A follow Up the The Journey Home and Beyond set right after Kirk et all graduate but before they ship out. (McKirk maybe?)

Teen Wolf

Finding Home ~ After the Battle of Beacon Hills, life goes on. (Thiam & Mahealahey & Others)

Model Behavior ~ Isaac gets a job as an Abercrombie greeter (before the ban) and Danny's his trainer. (Mahealahey)

The Full Moon Job (Crossover with Leverage) ~ An alternate version of Teen Wolf Season 6. Wet after the pack pretends to leave Beacon Hills, but after that, all timelines are chucked, characters are brought back and fun is had (Thiam & Mahealahey & Others)

Stay All Day in the Sun ~ When Theo isn't around, the pack starts to wonder where he's going off to.... (Thiam & Mahealahey & Others)

Untitled Actors AU ~ Liam and Theo are actors on a hit tv show. Their characters are enemies with crackling chemistry, but no one suspects it cuz they’re together off screen (Thiam)

Untitled Actors AU 2 ~ What if Danny was one of the cast of a popular show about werewolves? Possibly called Teen Wolf, for the fans of the Meta and, in Season 2, they bring in some new characters, including one played by Isaac. Their characters aren’t supposed to have too much interaction initially, but soon everyone sees the chemistry… (Mahealahey)

[white-collar-lawmen-and-conmen]

Cross the Ocean

A/N: Requested by @starry--skies​. Sidenote: this may be a good story for a sequel sometime.

Summary: Neal once told you he would cross the ocean to be with you, but when you know he’s in danger, you’ll cross the ocean yourself to save him.

Word Count: 2,955

           How could an apartment feel so cold and empty when the same number of people dwelled in its walls? You supposed it had been long enough that all the signs of him had faded. Spare clothes, returned to June, because there was no one else to return them to; the extra toothbrush trashed because no one was using it, anyway, and why have it take up more space? The linens could only go unwashed for so long, the last flowers he had offered died months ago, and his necklace was sitting in your jewelry box, unseen, because it hurt too much to wear it.

           The same number of people lived in it, true. But Neal hadn’t needed to live there to leave his mark, and now that mark was gone, jumped on a plane without a goodbye, just like him.

~~~ Cross the Ocean ~~~

           “Don’t go,” you said, unprompted, staring across the room to the dark shadows covering the wall.

           You could feel his movement as Neal picked up his head. “Where would I go?” He asked, confused, sleepiness adorably muddling his voice.

           You shrugged halfheartedly, already regretting having said it out loud. He felt your shoulders under his arm and tightened his warm hold on you, tugging you closer to the heat of his chest.

           “Just don’t go,” you said again, hugging yourself comfortingly.

           The idea that the man beside you could leave – had a history of leaving – without a trace left you feeling cold already. You were a cautious person, but loving someone the way you suspected you were growing to love Neal made you want to let down your guard. It was scary, like taking off the Kevlar vest to assuage someone with a gun; you were reasonably certain that you were safe, but you were also making yourself vulnerable to massive injury.

           Neal moved his hand slowly, probably just so you would know that he hadn’t fallen asleep. He didn’t answer right away. The silence and the stroking of your arm sent mixed messages and you had just about settled on reading it as pity, and almost curled up tighter and moved away. Did he think you were clingy? Did he think it was pitiful that you expected him to stay with you? Maybe you had misread everything.

           His hand stopped moving and he moved again, just enough to press his lips to your forehead. “Y/N,” he said, softly, his voice clearer. Thinking on it had woken him up more. “I don’t plan to go anywhere. Definitely not anywhere you can’t follow.”

           Whew. There was a softness and delicateness to the way he talked to you, but it sure didn’t sound like pity or exasperation. More like… empathy, and maybe apology, for your evident insecurity and any role that his past played in it.

           “I guess I just – I keep thinking one day I’ll wake up and you’ll be an ocean away.” Without me, you wanted to add, but figured it was implied. And unnecessary, probably, since he had done it to Kate before, or close enough. He had likely learned the kind of damage that did to a relationship.

           Neal resumed his gentle stroking of your arm. “Oceans aren’t a big deal. We’ve got cruises and airplanes now,” he reassured with a playful bit of teasing. More seriously, but very simply and matter-of-factly, he continued, “And if someday we wake up an ocean apart, I’d cross the ocean.”

~~~ Cross the Ocean ~~~

           It was easy to be bitter and easy to resent. In the beginning, you had been insecure, nervous that he would leave overnight when an opportunity arose. How could you not? Neal tried to leave forever without so much as a goodbye to anyone, only stopped by a bomb and a lost love. It had irked you then, and it scared you when your rapport deepened. He had fake documents ready to go, an agreed-upon rendezvous point with Mozzie planned for any given time. Neal worked hard to assure you he loved you. You weren’t sure he ever managed to convince you there was no chance of his leaving, but you at least had confidence that he would say goodbye, give you a chance to have closure.

           No such luck. Part of you knew it wasn’t out of lack of desire, but rather lack of opportunity. The other part wanted it to shut up. Love him as you did, you knew Neal’s situation was a product of his own choices. He made his bed, and he should have lied in it, but for the family he had found in the city who loved him too much to let him rot in the pocket of a man who’d use him as a tool and throw him back in prison the second he stopped being useful – or, worse, leave him to die when it became too much trouble.

           Whenever you embraced the anger, because the sorrow was too overwhelming, you resented Neal for all his stupid choices. Keeping the painting, pulling those stunts on the aerial tramway, and baiting Kramer for months with constant near-misses that could’ve been avoided if he had just stopped breaking the law. It was such a simple solution. And you were angry. The last six months of your relationship had been rocky, because the anger wasn’t new, it wasn’t just because he had gone away. It was because he kept compromising himself, and his coworkers and friends by extension, and yourself by association.

           Holding onto anger was never your forte when it came to Neal, though. Sooner or later, usually within a couple of days, you would see or hear or do something that would remind you of the man, and you’d be hit with a wall of all the good memories, all the things he did that made you feel pride and adoration and contentment. Then came the longing and loss, and finally, the blame. The blame that you had just failed to pin on Neal himself, so you embraced the bitterness instead.

           Peter had one job and instead, he turned Neal loose. Gave him the green light to run. At least if Neal had gone with Kramer, there was the chance of a happy ending. There was a reasonable chance that, with the WCCD at his back, Kramer wouldn’t be able to keep Neal past the two years left on his original sentence, and when it was over he could have come home. Peter had ruined any chance of that, his silent gesture telling Neal that there was no alternative and that he had the approval of his family here. Most importantly, that nod was a goodbye, and acceptance, and an “I love you, so I’m letting you be free”. You’d never begrudged Neal his close relationship with Peter but you felt cheated that, on top of ruining any slight chance of your partner returning to you, he got to say goodbye while you were left blindsided and heartbroken.

           The first time you resorted to bitterness to cope, it lasted several weeks. You avoided Peter and dodged his team. They were worried, and El reached out, but you politely assured her you were fine and just didn’t want to see any of them. She respected your wishes and must have told her husband because he, Diana, and Clinton all stopped trying to find you. Neal’s friends were like salt in your wounds, even the ones who hadn’t told him to go. It was too deep and too fresh to handle the reminders. Hell, you could still barely handle your own apartment. You really didn’t know how deeply in love you were until Neal was gone.

           It took longer, but the bitterness and betrayal ran its course and became exhausting, as well. Finally, you cycled back into sadness and mourning, which took so much out of you but demanded so little. Roses made you cry because you thought of the roses Neal would give you. So did your favorite dress, which was only your favorite because it was his favorite, too. Tiny things that you could expect to encounter at least once every few days would make you feel hopeless. You were grieving, as if he had died. Knowing he was alive and well didn’t soothe the pain because the permanence of his decision to flee the authorities put him so out of your reach, he might as well have died.

           Every run through the stages hurt a little bit less, wound up a little bit shorter. You were healing, you knew, but the ache in your heart persisted. Learning to function again, learning to be prosperous and content without him, was an option, no matter how impossible it seemed on some days. On those days, you weren’t sure you even wanted to. Neal had earned such a place in your life and in your heart, and even when the things he did made you see red, you still knew in both heart and mind that he loved you and was yours. Some little piece of you wanted to still be his, so that you could keep that connection, that last thing you had of him.

           That little piece was such an asshole.

~~~ Cross the Ocean ~~~

           A deep delve into your professional life helped keep you occupied so you didn’t think too hard. It wasn’t the healthiest way of processing a breakup, no matter how messy or devastating said breakup was. Still, it was better to be productive and helpful than to let yourself continue spiraling and cycling through destructive emotions and patterns. The summer passed agonizingly slowly but when you looked back, it was like the blink of an eye. Suddenly it had been a whole season since you had last seen Neal. The romantic side of you wanted to say that it hurt just as much as it had before, but… it didn’t.

           You felt awful thinking it, and then awful for feeling awful for having a life after him. Neal was gone. He had no choice about leaving New York, but he did have a choice about how, and he chose the route that left no possibility of a reunion. Why the hell should you wait around for him, wishing you kept hurting for a man who clearly was more interested in his freedom than in recovering what you had together?

           Going home the day you had that thought, you looked at the button for the 21st floor and for the first time in a long time, you actually thought about just poking your head in and seeing how Neal’s other friends were doing, and then you realized the anger was running out. You didn’t have the energy or the will to keep deliberately resenting Neal or Peter.

~~~ Cross the Ocean ~~~

           By August, you could look back on everything and understand the decisions that were made. You didn’t agree with them, but you understood the desperation fueling them and the fear that Neal must have felt. The moment Neal’s handler, whoever that was, tied his hands and threw him aside, the man was as good as dead, just in a matter of time. Kramer wasn’t above that. If he were free – even just by flight – Neal could protect himself. You could forgive him for leaving, but you weren’t sure he was forgiven for leaving without even a phone call to you as he booked it to the airport.

           Later that month, though, your personal grievances didn’t seem to matter all that much. A man approached you while you were at work. You thought he was the man you’d asked to come answer some questions, but no – you were the one being questioned. He was cynical, evasive, and exacting, and clearly after information on Neal.

           As soon as he left, you went to the twenty-first floor and beelined for Peter’s office, ignoring the tentative, sympathetic greetings from familiar faces. Peter glanced up when you entered and then did a shocked double-take. It was the first time you had voluntarily approached him in months, after all.

           Peter stood up so quickly his chair legs scraped loudly on the floor. “Y/N,” he said right away, but then obviously had no idea where he was trying to go, unable to figure out what to say. You could see the sympathy and sorrow on his face. Not only did you lose your partner, and Peter had lost his friend, but the other agent had encouraged your partner to leave. He knew from your avoidance that you blamed him, at least partially.

           With a wave of your hand, you dismissed it. Nothing Peter could say would fix the situation. You knew what he had done was in Neal’s best interests, weighing his wellbeing over your feelings. Where Neal wasn’t forgiven, Peter was, finally, and the avoidance that remained was just about trying to distance yourself from reminders of your blue-eyed artist.

           “Someone just came asking questions about Neal,” you said, crossing your arms and peering across the office at Peter. “Agent Collins. He said he’s just tying up loose ends, but he’s not, is he?”

           Peter’s openmouthed surprise turned into a grim purse of his lips. He shook his head, looking frustrated, and gestured for you to close the door. You did, and leaned back against it. “He’s the bureau’s version of a bounty hunter,” the agent confided, putting his fists down on his desk and leaning onto it. “Neal was almost commutated, then slipped out under their noses. It makes them look bad. They want to get him back.”

           You didn’t miss that Peter was using pronouns that excluded himself, but didn’t comment. It was no surprise – he’d made his stance clear when he encouraged Neal to go. “Why now?” You demanded. “It’s been months, surely the trail’s cold.”

           “Best guess?” Peter hazarded, sighing deeply. “They’ve spent this time trying to find him other ways. Now they’re realizing that Neal’s better than they thought and all they want to do is make an example out of him.”

           Oh, hell no. “Like they haven’t already?” You asked snidely. Peter tilted his head aside, not explicitly agreeing but getting his point across all the same.

           The bureau had your trust – for the most part. When it came to their treatment of Neal, your eyes had been opened to how even organizations seeking justice could be completely unjust in their treatment of people who lacked recourse. Neal was frequently put in life-threatening situations with no training and no choice in the matter except to be put back in prison. Enough people knew Neal was working with the FBI for Sing Sing to be a life-threatening situation, in and of itself. Neal was nothing but a tool to them because he lacked the normal resources of walking away or pursuing litigation.

           You looked aside, glowering at the drab office wall. “It gets worse,” Peter wearily told you. “Collins is looking for a win. And at this point, a dead fugitive is just as good of an example as an incarcerated one.”

           “Not happening,” you refused furiously. “What the hell happened to proportionality?” Neal may have pissed some people off, Robin Hood-ing from the one percent, but he was never violent. Sending a bounty hunter after him with permission to kill was wildly inappropriate and inhumane.

           “I’m afraid proportionality isn’t the first thing on the mind,” Peter warned as you stalked further into his office, toward his desk.

           “We have to warn him,” you mumbled, more to yourself than to Peter. Neal was “run at any time” paranoid, not “stay away from windows” paranoid.

           “Yes,” Peter nodded, “But we can’t. We don’t know where he is. There is no way of telling him.” The agent wasn’t giving up or resigning himself to being useless. As much as there was disappointment and worry in his face, there was also stubbornness.

           “So we find him,” you quietly suggested. “No one knows him better than we do.”

           “Y/N.” Peter dropped his voice to match your volume and spoke with a soft, concerned tone. “You have to understand, finding Neal and not turning him in, much less tipping him off about Collins, is outside the law.”

           “The law is apparently saying it’s okay to murder a man who has, at worst, taken money that isn’t his.” You fervently stated. That wasn’t your first concern, Neal was, but you needed Peter to know that you weren’t just in this because you were in love with the man in question. There was a principle at stake, and a moral obligation. “The equivalent of chopping off a pickpocket’s hand, coming from the government that supposedly despises cruelty and injustice. I won’t support that, and I sure as hell won’t stand by and let it be done to someone I love.”

           While you had been talking, Peter had slowly started to smile. It was the smile he used to always give to Neal when he was proud, when your boyfriend would remind him that Neal was a kind person with a good, loving soul. Having it directed at you reminded you far too much of the smile Neal always gave back and your chest tightened – not just at the memory, but at the decision which meant you were bound to see it again.

           “I knew you were going to say that,” Peter admitted with a small, relieved grin, like the shared challenge and conspiracy were washing all the sourness and distance under the bridge. You really thought that maybe it was. His confidence in you and his commitment to your boyfriend reassured you that you weren’t losing your mind and you weren’t alone, no matter how lonely you’d been feeling. “I just need you to understand what you’re putting at stake.”

           “Wherever he is, when we find him, I’m coming. No matter what.”

[infernwetrust]

afraid of heights [Fem Reader x Michael Langdon x Jim Mason x AHS 1984]

Summary: Part of the gang pokes fun at Xavier’s fear of heights and you and Michael attempt to get a little frisky in the air.

Warnings: Very very light smut, swearing

WC: 1.3k

A/N: Part of the Bestfriends Universe that can be found on my master list, here.

"Xavier could you grip my thigh any harder?" you overheard Montana ask. She was in the row in front of you. Courtesy of Jim's parents, you all got to fly first class to Mexico for the summer. Xavier was a nervous wreck as he was absolutely terrified of heights and flying. He much rather drive to his destination, but he knew that flying was quicker. "You're gonna leave a bruise. We'll be fine, I promise." She grabbed his hand, intertwining her fingers with his, resting it firmly on his thigh instead of hers.

"Bet you 50 bucks he pisses his shorts on take off." Chet said to Ray, the two laughing.

"I'll bet you another 50 that he'll throw up first." Ray said.

"I'll bet on that too!" Jim chimed in, popping his head over the seat. "On the throw up though. He seems like the type."

"You guys are terrible." you commented, rolling your eyes. "I'm sure you all have something that you're terribly afraid of."

"And this isn't one of them." Chet shot back with a big grin from across the aisle. You looked over at Michael who had his head rested against the window frame, headphones over his ears, eyes glued to the window.

"Hey.." you said to Xavier, reaching over to rest a hand on his shoulder. "It'll be fine okay? I'm back here too if you need reassurance." He nodded and you sat back down, fastening your seatbelt for departure.

"Ladies and gentlemen this is your Captain speaking." a voice spoke over the speaker. "Very rainy and cloudy skies over Los Angeles this afternoon. Winds NW 23mph, expecting a very very very bumpy departure until we make it above the clouds. Total flight time today is 4 hours gate to gate. Doors are closed and we should be pushing back from the gate here, shortly." You could of swore Xavier's heart dropped after the announcement the way he let go of Montana's hand to run his hands over his face. You glanced over at Jim, Brooke, Ray, and Chet who silently chuckled to themselves. You were sure Michael missed the announcement considering how loud he kept his music in his ears, but he was no stranger to a bumpy departure.

All phones in airplane mode and within 10 minutes the plane was pushing back from the gate and the flight safety video was on as the flight attendants demonstrated. Xavier paid attention to the whole thing, everyone else either half asleep or listening to music on their phones. Montana's hand never left his once he finally let her hold it again. As the taxi that seemed to never end continued, you reached over Michael's lap to take a picture on your phone, patting his thigh and you fixed yourself. He gave you a sleepy smile before continuing to look out the window.

"Flight attendants please prepare for takeoff." the Captain spoke again as they walked through the cabin doing their final checks before returning to their seats at the front and rear of the plane. As the plane lined up on the runway and the engines roared, you could see Xavier tensing up. His leg rapidly bounced up and down and he chewed at the finger nails on his free hand, his window shade shut. As the plane left the ground and the g-forces forced everyone down into their seat a little bit, his grip on Montana's hand got tighter and she sighed.

The captain wasn't lying when he said it would be a bumpy departure. Almost immediately as the clouds engulfed the plane, it began shaking as it continued to climb, dipping every so often due to an air pocket or gust of wind. With each dip Xavier closed his eyes and clenched his jaw, his leg only bouncing faster. He quickly looked around, confused at how almost everyone else was calm, except for a few crying babies. Ray began watching a movie on his phone as so did Chet. Brooke and Jim were taking pictures despite the continuous rocking of the aircraft. You decided that you would continue to read a book you had started on Amazon.

When the plane had finally leveled out at cruising altitude and the constant rocking stopped, the pilot made another announcement and turned off the fasten seatbelt sign. Xavier wasted no time unbuckling his seatbelt and immediately dashing to the first class bathroom, hand over his mouth.

"Told ya." Ray said to Chet, Chet groaning because he lost 100 dollars. "Better find the nearest ATM in Mexico. You owe me and Jim 50 bucks."

"Motion sickness and fear is always throw up guaranteed."  Jim laughed, plucking Chet behind the ear.

"Okay, guys." Brooke said. "That's enough. He's probably already embarrassed enough. Be a little bit more supportive when he comes back out the bathroom, yeah?"

"He knows we're just poking fun." Jim said back. "But fine, we'll be a little bit more 'supportive'"

"Speak for yourself." Chet said. "This is payback for that stupid little prank he pulled. He won't get to live this one down."

Wanting to get into a little "fun" of your own that wasn't poking fun at Xavier, you draped your blanket over you and Michael, your hand making it's way between his legs giving his length a good squeeze. He jumped, squeezing your hand and turning his head to look at you. He removed his headphones, resting them on the tray table.

"Can it not wait until 4 hours from now?" he asked in your ear, his voice a low growl. "We're not the only ones here y'know?"

"I know." you whispered back. "That's why I got the blanket, duh. Come on, a little mile high fun isn't all too bad now is it?"

"Always so desperate to be handsy with me in public." Michael said, his voice deep in your ear as he continued to hold onto your hand. "Wanting to stroke me to a mess in front of everyone."

"It'll be your fault if you let yourself become a mess." you shot back. “No shame in not being able to keep quiet. I understand.” You quickly removed your hand from between Michael’s leg, giving his cheek a childish pinch before playfully patting it gently a few times.

“I can so keep quiet.” he answered, defending himself.

“I know a few others that can back me up.” A wicked grin made its way across your face and you looked around at your friends. You jumped when Michael suddenly and aggressively grabbed your thigh.

“Come on then, Y/N. Let’s see if YOU can keep quiet. Better yet, let’s see how hard I can get you to squirm with my fingers.” You moved to say something else when Xavier walked back out of the bathroom.

“Say anything.” he began, glaring at Ray, Chet, and Jim. “And I will make sure you regret as soon as we get to Mexico.”

“Is that a promise or a threat?” Jim asked, cocking his head to the side.

“Both.” Xavier smiled before turning his attention away from them and returning to his seat, where Montana put her hand over his, giving him a kiss on his cheek. He turned around to look at you, giving you a small thumbs up.

“Well I hope you at least feel a little bit better.” you giggled, returning the thumbs up as Michael fumbled with the button on your jeans underneath the blanket. His hand movements were slow and teasing, not wanting anyone to know there was remotely even any movement under there. You turned your head to look at him, but his eyes were back out the window, pretending as if you two weren’t even interacting.

This was going to be a long flight, not just for Xavier, but for you as well.

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jamais vu (m)

↳ noun | the illusion that the familiar is being encountered for the first time.

                                                                                            (are you the remedy to my broken heart?)

pairing: jungkook | reader | taehyung genre: slice of life au, acquaintances to friends (to lovers?) au // heaps of angst, a tiny bit of smut, a sprinkle of fluff word count: 13,4k

— warnings: alcohol consumption, swearing, hints of gaslighting, mild descriptions of a panic attack, themes of infidelity, sexual intercourse (protected penetrative sex, implied female masturbation) 

— note: mildly inspired by the films lost in translation and ocean waves, as well as jamais vu by bts (hence the title). some concepts were derived from my wip list, so in a way this was my remedy for the writer’s block i was having while writing ‘worth fighting for’. i hope in one way or another it can be your remedy, too. (p.s. despite being inspired by lost in translation, i haven’t actually seen the film so this won’t be exactly like that adkjhsd)

— playlist: carry me home - jorja smith ft. maverick sabre / sweet insomnia - gallant ft. 6lack / drew barrymore - sza / run - joji / truth is - sabrina claudio / bath - offonoff / ghostin - ariana grande / ... etc!

     There’s something thrilling about sitting in the backseat of a car past midnight, windows rolled down as the driver chases the destination planted on her navigation device. You welcome the cool breeze that tangles your hair into an uncomfortable mess, as it only helps propel your heart rate faster. Inhaling slowly allows you to savour the musky scent of the earth shortly after being bathed with rainwater; if this is what freedom tastes like, you wish to savour as much of it as you could.

Eventually, the exhilaration wears down as the city lights blur into a cacophony of colours. It’s incoherent and indiscernible, yet it possesses the ability to lull you into a dream-like state. You had the utmost privilege of plugging your phone into the aux cord, therefore the familiar voice of your recently played songstress croons softly against the speaker, filling the cold, void spaces in between. Your heavy eyelids fall into an accustomed pattern, gradually flickering until it closes shut.

Sleep beckons; fatigue welcomes you into the abyss, and you embrace it with open arms.

Well, almost.

“Can you roll the windows up? It’s freezing,” he mumbles as he sinks further down the leather chair. You jolt awake at his sudden announcement, but he doesn’t apologize for disturbing your calmness.

“Hm? Yeah, of course,” your fingers scramble to find the right button to press until the tempered glass lifts, shielding you away from the busy city. You want to argue that it’s not even that cold, but he scoots closer towards you, tugging on your left arm before burying his head in the crook of your neck.

A wistful sigh escapes your lips and you turn to place a quick kiss on his crown. You immediately understand the exhaustion that plagues you both, brought about by the time difference between the country you came from and the one you’re currently visiting. You glance out the window once more as your thumb plays with the golden band on your ring finger.

Seoul is beautiful. The city itself is alive, evident by the way the summer stars in the night sky are dimmed by the light that emits from the numerous buildings and towers that create Seoul’s skyline. Looking at it from above while on a plane is similar to peeking at a telescope to view a galaxy far away, dotted by billions of brilliant stars. But despite the breathtaking aerial view, nothing feels more intimate than weaving through its streets.

Although you can tell its old roads are recently refurbished, unsurprisingly, which buries any inkling of familiarity beneath the cold cement. Despite you knowing the place, there’s still something different about it, like buying a new laptop to replace the old one. The specs are guaranteed to be exactly like its predecessor, but the fact that it comes in a sleek box, still unspoiled and untouched, fascinates you all the same. It begs to be used until you’re so attached to it that you refuse to part ways even just for a singular moment. That’s what defines Seoul for you.

But the city can wait. There will be plenty of opportunities to explore and rekindle your love affair with the town you once called your home. For now, your reason for being lays cradled within your arms, encapsulated within the bubble you desperately wish would stay intact, unmarred by the destructive forces of reality.

Although those illusions of fantasy can only take you so far. The fragility of your relationship is beginning to materialize into a spectre, its gaunt face haunting you in every corner you look. There’s no escaping the truth as it will, without a fail, catch you in one form or the other.

“What are you thinking about?” he hums lazily, soft breath tickling the nape of your neck.

“Just excited to finally be back after so long.”

“That’s right, you moved away long before I did.”

“Mhm.”

The discussion flickers out of existence, whose life is shorter than that of a fire in measly matchstick. You aren’t much of a conversationalist, and you appreciate that neither is he. Is that the defining trait that convinced you to marry the man sitting next to you three years ago? Perhaps. You like that he gives you the time and space to bask in your thoughts when you need it, even if there are moments where you’d like nothing more than to connect with him like you used to.

“I miss you,” slips out before you’re able to hold your tongue back. But you don’t scramble to reclaim the words like you usually do, followed by an apologetic I didn’t mean it like that. You let the phrase simmer, hoping it will soak him to the bones enough that it becomes his wake up call.

But, “I’m right here,” is all he says.

The him-of-past would have cradled your face in his big hands, turned you so that you’re face to face before he makes a silly face that will make you laugh. He’ll say you’re being silly for even thinking of such thoughts when he’s always been by your side, and forever will be. It will follow one chaste kiss, then a second, and before you could blink his limbs will tangle with yours, hearts beating fast but in unison, nonetheless.

“I know,” you murmur.

Perhaps he believes it’s enough that he’s there beside you, physically. Perhaps it’s wise to presume the same. It’s only wishful thinking to expect otherwise, after all.

    Jungkook believes he’s a creature of habit. Or, he used to be, at least.

There’s absolutely nothing wrong with falling into a certain pattern in life, especially at his age; God knows he needs a stable rock to hold on to so he doesn’t get carried away by the raging currents of the river.

But it had only been once upon a time where he enjoyed such endeavours; waking up, coming down to work, going back up to bathe, before finally retiring to bed. Yes, he’ll find pockets of time to eat meals, of course. Days come when he has the freedom to choose to go to the gym, instead, so his life isn’t completely mundane. There’s a nuance to such life, and he always aspires to have the propensity and the undeterred tenacity to stick to such a strict regimen.

However, days began to bleed into each other with the same shade of grey, indiscernible and incomprehensible. It’s not necessarily a lousy experience because he never felt starved or threatened out of his home. Life for him is like cruising down the endless highway, foot off the gas but going at one hundred kilometres per hour all the same. The figures he passes by become obscured by the speed he’s going at, but at the very least he’s still heading somewhere.

It’s only recently he’s fully realized the futility of his mundane schedule. She’d told him so.

“Don’t you want to break away from all of that? From your parents’ expectations of you?” her voice comes softly through the phone. His moments together with her are often brief and hurried, their conversations cut short by external forces acting upon them both. It’s dinnertime for him, but she has to drop the call in order to catch the early bus for work. Such a prick, time and distance can be.

(Perhaps, he now looks back and thinks to himself, they’re merely trying to find more reason to converse less with each other. Since when did it start, the feeling of obligation?)

“Are you suggesting that I—”

She says yes without letting him finish his sentence.

So he finds vigour in his life once more as he throws himself into his work, constantly propelled forwards by the need to meet an end goal: Save up enough to be able to move halfway across the world. To see her. To be with her.

But the respite is brief, however.

The more money is stored in his bank account, the less he thinks of the idea as brilliant. Is he ready to uproot his life from the only home he knows to move in with somebody he has only met through the screen of his phone?

Looking at the bigger picture, nothing else has changed in his life. He needs a true break; a real step back from a routine that is numerous years in the making.

Having sex with a stranger in a random motel seems like a good way to go about it, he thinks.

Several hours prior, his friends asked him to go out drinking with them. Jungkook, who rarely makes time for such occurrences, naturally agrees, surprising the very same acquaintances that invited him. At that point he believes they’re only asking to be polite, not having the courage to kick him out of an old group chat formed during their college days. They never expected him to say yes then, and they didn’t until now.

Countless bottles of beer and a few shots of liquor later, he’s fumbling with the zipper of his tight jeans. The woman, whose name he didn’t have the courtesy of asking, giggles as she rises from the bed to approach him.

Mistake number one.

“Do you need help, love?”

He fumbles through his words, unable to form a coherent thought. It’s not that he’s completely inexperienced — although the woman probably thinks he is by the way he acts — it’s just that, admittedly, it’s been a good while since he’d had sex with anybody. Add the nervousness to his inebriated state, and he’s got himself in quite the dilemma.

Mistake number two.

“I’m guessing you like them tight,” the woman points out.

“Huh?” his head whips towards the woman, eyes wide and mouth agape, like a deer caught in headlights.

“Your jeans, I mean.”

The woman chuckles once again as he attempts to peel the fabric off his skin. “Wasn’t really planning on this, that’s why.”

Mistake number three.

“But you have this,” an inconspicuous packet is pulled from his back pocket. Jungkook merely grins sheepishly in response. The woman kneels as she grips his underwear but he grabs her hand and pulls her up instead, crashing her body into his. He recalls her murmuring something about getting straight to the point, but he’s unsure if the woman meant it as a complaint or a compliment. He didn’t bother asking to elaborate, because none of this is even supposed to happen.

Mistake number four.

Guilt bubbles from within his chest, gnawing at every nook and cranny of his consciousness.

Mistake number five.

He’d have to tell her sooner rather than later. It would be fucking shitty of him not to. But before he has the time to steer clear of trouble and save himself from potentially ruining the only good thing he has going in his life, the woman’s lips are on him. There’s no going back now, he assumes.

Mistake number six, seven, eight.

Nine: His kiss feels famished as he drinks in each quiet moan that comes out of the woman’s lips. Every second feels reinvigorating like he’s sitting in front of the roller coaster as the ride pauses before the first drop. When the wheels turn and roll against the metal railroad track, he stumbles back and falls into the bed. He’s here for the thrill, which would bring the total up to ten so far.

Eleven is when he watches the woman slip the condom with ease, sheathing him. His presumed experience she possesses excites him further; that is number twelve.

He loses count when she traps him between her knees as she licks two of her fingers at once, before hiking up her skirt.

Jungkook wants to laugh at his lack of perceptiveness. Tactless when it comes to asking for the woman’s name; even more inadequate and impolite not to think about prepping her.

“What’s so funny?” she asks, head tilting to the side as wisps of her hair fall across her face as she grinds herself against him. He bites back a moan as he looks away from her. It probably would be best not to tell her. He then catches his reflection in the mirror, and despite the dimmed lights he could outline the expression he’s making; a reflection of someone unrecognizable.

“There’s a mirror,” he pauses as she gets a hold of him, her warmth enveloping him as she slowly sinks onto him. His hips jerk seemingly involuntarily in response, and she groans, tossing her head backwards. He forgets to speak altogether. The woman does the same, opting to mumble profanity, instead.

Jungkook wishes to hide the shame and guilt, the wrongfulness, the missed opportunities to say no. Is his need to feel something other than the heaviness of his heart worth all the pain he’s about to put not only himself but the person he wishes to spend the rest of his life with?

And so he buries himself deeper before denial could even stake a claim in the vast expanse of his thoughts. If to forget is to lose himself in the pleasure of someone else’s company, then he’ll desperately seek the ecstasy he’s craved for so long until he’ll see stars beneath the darkness of his eyelids.

His breathing is no longer erratic when he comes into consciousness.

“That was good,” she breathes out softly, and he turns in time to watch her brown eyes disappear from view.

“I have to go.”

He gets up from the bed and begins to move on autopilot, picking up his discarded clothes one by one. The woman immediately sits up and asks with an evident frown on her face, “Already? Didn’t you have fun?”

The corners of his lips are pulled upwards into a grin. “It’s for work.”

“At this hour? It’s almost one.”

“Midnight shift.”

When he’s dressed, he hesitates at the foot of the bed, shifting weight from one leg to the other. He’s never been the best with words, and his unexpectedly expected tryst with a stranger leaves him at a loss for what to say. It doesn’t help that the woman refuses to meet gaze with him.

I wouldn’t want to look at me either, he thinks bitterly to himself.

“Thank you for your time. I hope to see you around,” his half-truth is enough to pluck a rueful smile from her lips.

The bus ride back home is the longest one Jungkook thinks he’s taken ever since he moved to Seoul.

    You watch as Taehyung lazily drags his feet behind him each step he takes towards the bed and breakfast place you decided to rent. The cicadas chatter loudly as if to cheer him on. A few more steps, they urge.

“Come on, Taehyung,” you groan from above the stairs, already reaching the top long before he does. “I’m about to pass out, too. But can we do it once we get to the bed?”

“I’m literally, like, dead,” you can’t help the roll of your eyes at his dramatic statement. But you hold your tongue back at any other snide comments that might offend him further. Patience is the key with him, always. Complaining to him, as you did earlier, will only force him to act against your wishes.

He reaches the top with a huff and a hand on his bent knees, handing you the duffel bag that’s filled to the brim with your clothes and his.

“That wasn’t so bad, right?” is your attempt at making the situation lighthearted and less serious than it needs to be.

“Still should have booked a hotel, instead,” his nose scrunches in obvious dismay.

“For the last time, I thought—”

“Yeah, yeah, whatever,” gone is the Taehyung of previous, whose tiredness begins with softness around his personality. It’s not unusual for him to get cranky after being jet-lagged. But hey, guess what, so are you!

You ignore him for fear of escalation as you make your way inside. A quiet chime of the bell signals your arrival, and your gaze meets a familiar set of doe eyes; someone you knew once upon a time in a place you can pinpoint exactly. His expression mirrors that of your surprised one as he tries to figure you out. It wouldn’t surprise you if he doesn’t recognize you as you did him.

It’s Taehyung who breaks your state of bewitchment when his shoulder bumps into your arms as he jogs towards the receiving desk.

“Hey, stranger! How long has it been?” Taehyung exclaims a little too loudly, his state of disarray seemingly vanishing in a flash. With the roll of your luggage as a guide, you follow after him, standing nimbly behind the shadow of his confidence.

“Since we graduated high school? Probably ten years,” he says humorously.

“That long, huh? Damn.”

They fall into a small talk which is somewhat out of sync, which is understandable considering the amount of time they haven't been in contact with each other. No matter how close they had been during their teenage years, some words are hard to come by more than others.

He suddenly calls your name out in a greeting, and you peak over Taehyung’s shoulder with a small wave of your hand. “Hey, Jungkook.”

His smile is gentle, and your mood shifts entirely.

“Are you back here on a trip?”

It’s clear the question was directed to you, but Taehyung absolves you the courtesy of answering. “Actually, it’s a work-related thing. She wanted to tag along.”

“That’s one way of putting it,” you say with a strained chuckle, and Jungkook glances between you and Taehyung.

“Ah, I see. In any case, I’ll get out of your hair,” he slides a pair of keys in your direction. “It’s well past midnight, so I’m sure you guys are tired from your flight.”

Taehyung snatches it up, and it falls into the pocket of his slacks with a soft jingle. He thanks him with enthusiasm before turning towards the direction of the elevator.

“Hope I see you around. Have good night.”

Something about your greeting has Jungkook’s eyebrows creasing in discomfort for a split second before he gives you a small nod. “I’ll be here if you need anything else.”

But he isn’t there to greet patrons by the next morning when you go down for your complimentary breakfast. Taehyung did not join you, opting for an extended hour of sleep. You didn’t mind, but you couldn’t lay aimless in bed for too long; you’ve always been a morning person, after all.

So you sit by your lonesome in the vast dining area, surrounded by an old couple in one corner and a young family of four in the other. The two children fight for the last remaining pancake while the parents share a hushed discussion. You glance down at your warm abalone porridge.

There was a time when you imagined such a life with Taehyung—a family you can call your own. Of course, it’s by no means too late for you; at the tender age of twenty-eight, you know that life still has a lot to offer. But approaching three years into your marriage, Taehyung does not present any hints of wanting such a future with you. Sure, the topic has been brought about occasionally, but never serious enough to be considered anything but a passing daydream.

“I hate to break it to you, but that soup isn’t going to give you the answers to your most pressing question, even if you stare at it like that.”

You look up to see Jungkook wearing an amused expression, carrying a plastic bag on his right hand. He follows your trail of gaze and lifts the item into view.

“I might have raided the kitchen before my shift is over. Don’t tell a single soul,” his gaze holds differently, but the smile he wears is the same one from his youth.

“Cross my heart,” you humour him, and his grin grows wider. “Have a safe trip home.”

His nose wrinkles in contemplation. “If you mean be careful going up the stairs to my room, then sure, I will.”

Your brows lift in confusion, “You rent here?”

“You could say that. I own this place,” the chair scrapes against the tiled floors as he welcomes himself into your bubble. “Well, sort of. My parents own this, but my older brother and I manage it.”

“You should have said so earlier!” you chuckle, placing your chin on your palm as you turn to face him. “I would have asked for a discount.”

“Ouch, this is exactly why I didn’t do that in the first place. It’s opportunists like you that I’m terrified of.”

“Okay, Richie Rich, I knew you were always a selfish prick even then.”

“Hah!” he exclaims, leaning closer. “I’m well aware of my reputation back then, and none of them was ‘selfish’. In fact, there was always a lot of me to go around.”

“I highly doubt that, somehow.”

“You wouldn’t know,” he says in a casual tone while crossing his arms in front of his chest. He gives you a knowing look. “You were always with Taehyung.”

“I was, wasn’t I?” you mumble against your palm, your voice growing quiet. Your ring suddenly feels heavy on your finger.

“Mhm, that’s why I wasn’t surprised when I heard you two got married a few years back. In another country, no less. Congratulations, by the way,” his tone softens, mirroring your sudden predisposition for a hushed conversation.

“Thank you,” you give him a genuine smile. “Married life is…”

“Different?” he offers, and you nod wordlessly. You would’ve chosen a different word for it, but you’re glad he finished the sentence for you. “All my other friends who’re in the same situation say so.”

“And you?”

He wears the same troubled expression from hours ago, but only for a brief moment. He mimics your posture as his face lights up with the biggest smile you’ve seen him wear. You know that expression; there was a point in time where you’d wear the same elated look when someone asks you about Taehyung.

“Long-distance. But we’ve been together for a couple of years,” he hesitates briefly, before continuing. “I’m leaving in less than two weeks to move in with her.”

“Where to?”

He reveals the name in a hushed tone, almost as if it’s meant to stay a secret between the two of you.

Your eyes widen with bewilderment, and he grins sheepishly. “Wow, that’s—”

“Halfway across the world? I know.”

It’s only when there’s a pause that you realize what your intended purpose is. So you dig a spoonful of the soup and chase the heat away with a quick blow before taking a quick bite.

“You’re really here just to tag along with Taehyung?”

You look at him in surprise, not expecting the subject to be brought out once again. “Not really. We um…”

You hesitate, unsure whether to share your thoughts or not. But Jungkook is neither a friend nor a stranger and is possibly the perfect candidate. There’s nothing that binds you to him and in a few weeks, you’d be back to being strangers. Perhaps he wouldn’t even remember your story.

“We didn’t really have an official honeymoon after our marriage, and this was supposed to be it,” you chuckle, trying to play the situation off nonchalantly. “He sort of double-booked because he couldn’t turn down this gig.”

“That seems shitty, to be honest.”

You’re taken aback by the ruggedness of his tone, and you immediately jump to defend Taehyung. “It’s fine, honestly. It’s been a while since I’ve been back home.”

“Yeah, you missed out on our high school reunion just by a month,” his aura is lighthearted once more, and you’re glad for it.

“You went?”

“Nah, there was nothing good to reminisce about high school.”

You turn to him with your mouth agape. “This is coming from the captain of the football team, Jeon Jungkook?”

“Ah, come on, stop with the teasing,” he says as he rolls his shoulder back, before clearing his throat. “It just so happened that I was good at kicking. And running. And scoring goals.”

Undeterred by his boasting, you give him a sly smirk. “I’m sure you revelled in the attention. There was enough of you to get around, you said?”

“Now you get it.”

You giggle and he laughs along with you. The interaction gives you a certain heaviness within your chest but at the same time, you feel lightheaded, almost as if you’re about to soar towards the heavens.

“I should go catch some sleep,” he says once your euphoria dies down. “I’ve had a long evening.”

“I’ll let you get to it, then,” you say almost wistfully. He mumbles a quiet later! and you allow your gaze to follow his movement.

“Don’t get lost on your way.”

He looks back and motions a mock salute. “I’ll come knocking on your door if I need help with directions.”

However, three days go by without seeing Jungkook; not in his usual spot at the entrance of the building, and nowhere near the kitchen or the lounge area. Although you weren’t looking for him by any means because Taehyung constantly kept you busy, dragging you from place to place to take cityscape photos for his client. Despite the constant travelling, it’s hard to enjoy the scenery when the affair appears to be completely one-sided.

There’s no mistaking the fact you’re extremely proud and gratified that Taehyung pours his heart and soul into each project he throws himself at. But would it hurt that much for him to point his lenses towards your direction even just once? Surely, your whole trip will not consist of you constantly waiting on him.

He must’ve noticed your affliction because suddenly the weight of his stare begins to feel heavier each quiet second that passes.

“Bored yet?” he asks, left hand on the wheel and the other placed on the knob to change the car’s gear. Your eyes flit back to him and his right palm opens for you to take. With your fingers interlocked, he places a soft kiss on your knuckles.

It’s difficult to harbour resentment towards him when he makes the butterflies in your stomach flutter with merely the tiniest of gestures.

“With you? Never.”

He chuckles, and you feel the rumbling of his chest as he presses the back of your hand against his chest. The steady rhythm of his heartbeat doesn’t match your erratic, nervous one.

“Hm, you should have said yes. I was going to save you of having to come with me later,” his tone is playful, and a small smile adorns his flushed lips.

“What’s happening later?” you shift in the passenger seat to face him.

“The dinner with Min, my client. I told you, remember?”

You carefully sift through your mind regarding your recent conversations with him. You recall them being short and clipped, sure, but none told you of a certain meeting with somebody else. So, you tell him in earnest, “No.”

“I’m sure you’re just forgetting,” his grip on you loosens, and you reclaim your hand before it falls on his lap.

No, you’re one-hundred-percent certain you would remember something as important as that. Yet you don’t tell him so and instead, you yield with a wordless nod.

“You mean to tell me you’re going to miss out on having takeout dinner with me?” you ask, attempting to humour him, but your tone mistakenly comes out tasting bitter on your tongue. The silence that ensues sears into your brain like the afternoon Seoul sun, prickly and scorching hot to the touch.

“You can come with, if that’s what you want. I’ll tell you in advance that it’s going to be boring, though, since we’re going to talk about work.”

Somewhere along the line, you presume Taehyung has developed the proclivity towards telling pretence with a straight face. It catches you off guard when you join him for the much-anticipated dinner that he apparently told you about. It’s not the fact that “Min” turns out to be a woman — you have no qualms about that. Taehyung is somebody who could make acquaintances with somebody while waiting in line for their prescription in a pharmacy. Rather, it’s the way he prepped you for the oncoming conversation or your lack of inclusion in any of them, for that matter.

Introductions aside, you found her to be amicable and friendly. But afterwards, you fell behind two steps as they divulged into a topic other than work. Despite the premise that the chat would be boring, Taehyung is deeply engrossed in whichever story she decided to share. You didn’t have quite the energy to match theirs, so instead of playing catch up, you decided to stop walking altogether. You watch as their figures grow smaller on the horizon, not even bothering to look back and ask if you’d like to join them.

She laughs at something Taehyung says and automatically reaches to grab his arm as she giggles along with him. When she makes eye contact with you, instinct tells you to force a smile. And you did, uncaring if she perceives your gesture to be nothing but utter bullshit.

You busy yourself with studying the restaurant instead as you pensively wait for food to be served. The dim lights of the room create a warm ambience — romantic, almost.

The gears in your brain stop turning as they click into place. Your pulse gums with vigour as you feel the sweat seeping through the pores of your palms. Suddenly, the vast expanse of the dining hall feels suffocating; there’s no room for you. To breathe, to feel, to be.

“I’ve got to go.”

You suddenly feel lightheaded as you begin seeing multiples of dark spots, clouding your vision. The floor caving beneath you, and you struggle to keep afloat.

“What?” Taehyung looks at you with wide eyes but makes no move to hold you back from gathering your things.

“I forgot I was supposed to meet a friend today,” you say with self-assurance, miming the same expression he wore when he lied: I told you, remember?

Taehyung stands when you move away from the table and hope blooms dangerously in your chest; your wish for him to hold you back and stop you from leaving begins to permeate.

(Though in hindsight, you should have known better.)

“I’ll call a cab for you.”

    Static fills the void, and for the first time in his life, Jungkook fears the silence rather than basking in it. He’s unsure when his words began to fail him; is it because he’s nervous he’ll slip up and say the wrong thing? Truly, at this point, being seen as the bad guy should be the least of his concerns.

Because as far as any human with a functioning brain thinks, he’s already fucked up in more ways than one. There’s no returning from the level of hell he’s put himself in.

“Are you still there?”

Her voice is patient, but he can tell she’s apprehensive.

“Uh, yes—just, thinking.”

There’s a brief pause before an accusatory, “Look, if you’re having second thoughts then maybe it’s too early.”

He immediately leaps from the couch of the empty lounge area. It’s a little past eleven at night, so everyone is either already in their rooms or out enjoying the city, which gives Jungkook a leg room for privacy.

“What? No, that’s not it!”

Two years isn’t too damn early. He feels like he’s been waiting a lifetime; tired of the time difference, tired of the distance, tired of being deprived of touch. Tired of the same old city, with the same predictable people. Everything around him is starting to feel foreign; the steps that lead to the bed and breakfast lodging, the corner street that sells the best tteokbokki he’s ever tasted in his life, the crosswalk that has malfunctioning lights which should be a public safety hazard but at this point he thinks will never be fixed. It’s all mundane, cycling through the same wheel of routine.

He no longer wants to feel apathetic when he faces his future while he houses resentment on his present self milling around aimlessly. She’s his only ticket to escape, so he better stop fucking around and tell her the truth.

But where to begin?

“Listen, I—”

“Whatever it is, can you please just say it? I’m leaving for work soon.”

He takes two steps back, for fear of retribution. Is he ready to ruin the entirety of her day?

“Never mind. I’ll talk to you later. Have a great day at work.”

She heaves a sigh, and preemptively ends the call.

“I suppose I deserve that,” he mumbles as he stares at his phone with her name printed in big letters across the screen. He contemplates pressing the call button and finally telling her everything—her work be damned. He knows that he owes her the truth at the very least.

But you come barrelling down the door, barefoot as you clutch your heels safely between your armpit. You’re dressed formally, yet casual enough for a nice dinner outside plenty of Seoul’s restaurants. But the slight stutter in your step and your somewhat dishevelled hair tells Jungkook all he needs to know. He doesn’t have to hazard a guess.

“Jungkook!” you raise your arms as you exclaim, and the wooden floor welcomes your shoes with a loud thud. “It’s been so long. What are you doing here?”

He laughs, not because of your deeply inebriated state, but because of your inquiry. What the hell am I doing here? He’s been asking himself that very same question without an answer in sight for a while now.

Though he doesn’t have time to answer because you almost knock him over when you skid over to wrap your arms around his neck. His senses are overwhelmed with the pungent smell of liquor, mixed with a subtle hint of rose water.

“I miss you.”

Jungkook is perplexed by your brutal honesty, to say the least. Though he knows to excuse any action while somebody is foolishly drunk, so long as they are not harming anybody or themselves. You grow quiet, and Jungkook is about to ask where you’ve been when he feels dampness on the front of his button-up shirt. He looks down and sees you visibly shaking, before grabbing at his sleeves seemingly for physical support.

It’s when you ask, with conviction, “Why did you hold me back?” that he realizes you aren’t referring to him. So, he wordlessly wraps his arms around you as he pats your back reassuringly. He doesn’t mind that you began sobbing louder, not even when a guest comes through the door and gives him a perplexed expression. He simply nods in their direction as a form of acknowledgement before giving a tight-lipped smile.

When minutes pass and Taehyung doesn’t arrive, he puts two and two together and concludes that he had to be the reason. His heart squeezes painfully as you attempt to swallow a sob which ends up sounding more agonizing and hollowed, carrying with them the weight of all the sorrow you’ve seemingly piled up.

When your cries are reduced to soft hiccups, you pull away from him with a quiet apology. Jungkook shakes his head as he places his palms delicately against your face before wiping the remnants of your sorrow away from your cheeks.

“Better?”

“No,” you sniffle. “I feel like shit.”

“What do you want to do?”

“I wanna go out again. Will you come with me?” you look up at him, bleary eyes pleading. Jungkook dips his chin as he guides you to sit on the leather couch, which you thankfully follow.

“At this rate, you’re going to pass out before we step foot outside the building.” With a sigh, he crouches down to reach eye level with you. “Do you need to puke?”

“I already did that after getting off the cab earlier, I think.”

“Okay then, wait here.”

You nod wordlessly and he goes to pick up your discarded shoes before placing it near your naked feet. He unlocks his phone as he makes his way to the dining hall, dialling a familiar number.

“Jaehyun?” he asks after the third ring. “Can you come earlier for your shift? Something came up.”

When he’s sure someone is going to take over for him, he makes his round in the empty kitchen, grabbing whatever he thinks might be immediately necessary: clean towels, an empty bucket in case of an emergency, and a glass of water.

You’re placid when he returns, eyes puffed out and red as you stare at nothing in particular. He hands you the water and you immediately finish it before he can blink.

You mumble a quick apology as he exchanges the empty glass for the clean towel.

“Don’t worry about it. This will all be billed towards room service.”

You chuckle and throw him back the towel which lands squarely on his face.

“Not funny.”

“I’m dead serious. Look at this damage on my shirt!” he points at the makeup smear accusingly, causing an escalation in your laughter. But the tears return, and you wordlessly wipe them with your palms.

“Come,” he offers his hand for you to take. “You have to eat.”

You stare wordlessly at it for a while, before taking it and pulling yourself to stand. You’re wobbly on your feet, and Jungkook tightens his grip on your hand in an attempt to steady you.

“I can’t go out like this,” you mumble. Jungkook nods in agreement as he wears a playful grin. You nudge his side, brows furrowed and lips forming into a pout. “I know I look like a mess. No need to rub it in.”

“I never said anything,” he chuckles. “Weren’t you the one asking to go out again?”

“I still do. But don’t worry,” you pat the back of his hand reassuringly. “You don’t have to come with.”

“I haven’t noticed Taehyung pass through yet, if that’s what you’re worried about,” Jungkook watches your expression morph back into a blank stare. Maybe he shouldn’t have said anything, after all. His mind scrambles to quickly divulge the topic. “Where do you want to go? I already called my replacement at the front desk—”

“I know this is a bed and breakfast and not a hotel, but you guys have liquor, right?”

You’ve somehow convinced Jungkook to siphon a bottle of whiskey and a few cans of beer from the lodging’s inventory. Though he can quite happily admit that it didn’t take much to get him on board. But he technically can’t be seen drinking and lounging on the job for morale’s sake, so he sneaks in some food along with the alcohol — and you — back to his room. Although Jaehyun did catch you and Jungkook on the way up.

(He promises a wage increase if Jaehyun doesn’t say anything to Jungkook’s older brother. You didn’t have to but since you offered, I’ll take it, the latter said.)

“Apologies for the mess,” he mutters, holding the door with his foot as he welcomes you. He turns on the lamp instead of the main lights since they’re less obtrusive to the eye.

“Are you kidding?” you stumble in, trying not to drop the cans of beer you’re holding. “This place is practically spotless. You have bodies in your closet, don’t you?”

Jungkook laughs as he makes a beeline for the makeshift table sitting between his pseudo-living-room-slash-bedroom and kitchen—

“Wait, you have a kitchen?”

Jungkook isn’t sure if you’re perplexed or amazed. He shrugs nonchalantly either way.

“Perks of being part-owner, I guess?”

He haphazardly throws a blanket and a pillow near the table for you to sit in, but apparently, you have other plans and proceed to make a home for yourself in his bed. You bury your head in the sheets, mumbling, “It smells good.”

“I change the sheets every month,” he boasts rather proudly; all part of his routine.

“I should definitely check that closet.”

“By all means,” he grins, plopping down in front of the table. He’s yet to have dinner, so his intentions to get food and beer had been partly selfish. Jungkook turns to you, now laying on your side, sullen eyes already studying him. He quickly looks away and grabs a spoon before holding it up.

“Food? You’re probably hungry, right? I know I’m always craving, especially after a good cry. Not that I cry often, but doing so from time to time doesn’t hurt either, I suppose. I hope that doesn’t sound too weird—I know there’s this stigma around men and crying but honestly, it’s all such bullshit. We are born into the world crying, it’s literally the first thing we do as humans. Anyway, do you fancy some beef and white rice? I know it’s not much, but...what are you laughing for?”

Jungkook watches you descend into hysteria, clutching your stomach as your giggles turn silent, but your shoulders are still visibly shaking. You heave for air, turning over so your back is face to him.

“If I knew I was this funny, I would have switched careers,” he mumbles, though loud enough for you to hear, as he stuffs his face with rice.

“It’s not too late,” you reply with a sniffle. “You can still change your mind.”

“That’s true, I suppose. Don’t they have that saying that goes ‘a fickle heart is the only constant in this world’ or something?”

Your head whips back towards him, swollen eyes wide in astonishment. “Did you just quote Howl’s Moving Castle?”

His nose scrunches up in deep thought. “Maybe? I did watch it recently.”

“You’re an odd one, Jeon Jungkook,” you muse quietly, eyes mimicking one of the phases of the moon as you grin.

“Says the person who’s soiling my fresh linen with her tears,” he says playfully. But there’s no reply this time around, and he quickly backtracks. “It’s okay to laugh at that one—it was a joke. A very terrible one, apparently.”

“No. You’re quite spot on, actually.”

Jungkook doesn’t speak for a while, unsure whether he should be overstepping the boundary more than he should have. But he looks at your vulnerable state, splayed across his bed, and thinks all formalities are out the window at this point. Despite the previous state of your relationship with him, or otherwise the lack of it, this would probably constitute friendship. Therefore, as a friend, it’s his moral duty to rid you of your throes and woes, even just a little.

“Where did you go, anyway? Must have been fun if you got all shit-faced like this.”

Keeping the tone airy is probably the best way to go as an introduction.

“Just a pub. I didn’t want to go clubbing by myself, it could have been dangerous.”

Jungkook’s forehead creases with worry, and he holds himself back from the question that he’s burning to ask: Then where the hell is Kim Taehyung? He reserves the right to be outright angry because he knows it’s not his place to. He reaches for the can of beer, which hisses in frustration when he opens it.

“You don’t have friends in the city?” he asks, hoping you will not take offence at his question. You shrug.

“I didn’t really keep in touch with anyone after moving away. It felt weird asking someone out of the blue.”

“You could have called me,” he says without much thought.

“I seriously considered it, but…” you trail off, leaving Jungkook to fill the void himself. He doesn’t mind that he probably didn’t cross your mind as a go-to person to call in times of crisis. “I heard you were quite the party pooper in high school, so I had my doubts.”

“Hey!” he protests, but you ignore him and continue. He doesn’t disagree, of course, but being called out is not a fun experience whether it came from a drunk acquaintance or not.

“New in town, straight-A student—but to be fair, quite good-looking and athletic to boot. My god, all my friends had a stupid on crush on you.”

Jungkook’s cheeks grow warm with embarrassment at the deluge of compliments. “Me? With gangly limbs and an awful bowl-cut? Who couldn’t even get a single word out to anybody, especially girls, without stuttering? That Jungkook?”

“You need to give yourself a little more credit than that, Jeon.” You’re facing him once again, both hands tucked neatly beneath your head.

He nods as an acknowledgement but swiftly changes the subject. “Are you sure you don’t want to eat, though? I’m halfway through this already.”

“I’m sure. I think I’ll probably just nap, then go,” you chuckle. Jungkook can only offer you a rueful smile. He doesn’t mind if you’re unwilling to share the whole spiel of what caused you to be miserable enough to drink by yourself. He’s quite well-versed in that area, after all. It doesn’t solve anything, sure, but it’s enough to numb the feeling of being alone with his thoughts. He doesn’t have to guess who the root of it is, though.

He sighs as he turns on the television, before lowering it down to a manageably quiet level where it will not disturb your sleep. He doesn’t have a particular show in mind to watch, but having the mindless static accompany him is more than enough.

“I lied,” you begin after several minutes of silence. “I can’t sleep.”

“That’s because you’re doing it wrong,” he motions for you to move over as he walks closer to the bed. You follow his instruction, and he peels a layer of the bedsheet. Jungkook laughs as you scramble to get under it. “Better now?”

You didn’t answer but instead, lift your head from the sheets before nodding. He’s overcome with a sense of assurance when he sees your peaceful, content expression.

He hasn’t so much as turned his back on you when you call his name out once more.

“Jungkook.”

“Hm?”

“Thank you.”

“Just make sure you leave us a five-star rating.”

He grins just as you crack one eye open. “I’m serious.”  

“So am I. We need that public approval to keep running,” he watches the corner of your lips twitch in amusement as you settle back comfortably into the futon with a nod.

“Jungkook.”

“Yes?”

“Was I wrong? For feeling wanted, I mean.”

Your question catches him by surprise; suddenly the hardwood floor beneath him begins to feel cold against his feet. Instead of returning to his previous spot, he carefully sits on the edge of the bed as the springs creak from his weight. He pulls both his legs underneath him; he couldn’t quite face you, so he stares at the television, instead.

“I don’t think so. We all crave validation, more so from our partners than anybody else. I think it’s natural. Otherwise, it’s pointless.”

“Pointless,” you echo softly.

“Doesn’t mean you can’t work it out, though. Part of it is communicating your needs to each other.”

Hypocrite, Jungkook says to himself. It’s laughable, the level of bullshit he allows himself to bask in. What’s the point of giving someone else advice, when he can’t even get his shit together?

“You have to be truthful because the other person might not know what you want.”

“I know that,” your voice is shaky when you speak. Jungkook hedges his bet and assumes that you began crying once more; he didn’t need to look back to confirm. “I guess I’m just scared of facing the outcome of the confrontation when it does happen.”

“You don’t want to be abandoned when shit hits the fan,” he says more to himself than you.

“Exactly. I don’t even know when it began. One day I just woke up and,” you pause, and Jungkook hears you sniffle. “And everything felt so unfamiliar. The places—the people I thought I knew. It’s like I dissociated from my body, and I've just been on autopilot ever since.”

You pause, and Jungkook continues for you. “And you thought going along with the flow would fix things, but it feels even more jarring because you’ve lost that sense of familiarity.”

“Yeah, exactly. I thought coming here would somehow magically restore everything, but quite the opposite, actually. I guess running away from it doesn’t solve anything,” you chuckle bitterly. He slowly shifts on the bed to face you.

For the first time in a long time, Jungkook feels seen; like someone has found the lock to the door he threw away so long ago. Your words continuously play on a loop in his mind, forcing him to look at the actions he’s been taking. Certainly, he’s not racing away from himself by choosing to move to a different country despite his parents’ protest, is he? What about the fact that he chooses not to tell her, the supposed love of his life, about the fact that he’d felt so deprived that he couldn’t resist the temptation to have sex with someone else? And to top it all off, he doesn’t have the guts to tell her.

Jungkook knows he doesn't deserve the right to sit there and tell you what to do when he doesn’t dare to be honest in his relationship.

When you’ve cried your eyes dry and the evenness of your breathing signifies you’re fast asleep, Jungkook gently moves from his spot on the bed. He grabs the phone that has been idly on top of the table, before heading to the bathroom and closing the door shut. No matter the outcome of the conversation, she deserves the truth.

Jungkook inhales deeply and presses the call button.

    You rise before daybreak, and at a glance, Jungkook is nowhere to be found. There’s a painful throb on the side of your head as you sit up, and you ignore it as you untangle yourself from the sheets. With the help of the lights from the television, you find him splayed across the couch not too far from where you stand. He’s still wearing the same clothes he had on a few hours ago, and guilt creeps up quicker than you anticipated it to.

You untuck the blanket you’ve used from his bed before walking towards him, careful not to disturb his slumber.

“I apologize for bothering you,” you mumble as you lay the blanket softly on top of him. You didn’t think to wake him before your departure; you already told him that you were set to leave after a short nap, anyway.

Hurriedly, you exit his room, forgetting that you’re completely barefoot. It’s fine, it’s just a few floors down, anyway.

The short elevator ride gives you little room to prepare for what you’re going to tell Taehyung. You glance at the phone you’ve been keeping on ‘do not disturb’ to find two missed calls from him a few hours prior. You just hope he’s already asleep by the time you get to your room.

You’re relieved when you enter and the lights are turned off. It feels juvenile to be sneaking around as you use your phone’s light to pick up a discarded shirt before stripping away your clothes and hurriedly putting it on.

Taehyung’s body is turned towards the wall as he hugs the pillow tightly against his body. Seeing him tranquil and at peace shifts your mood, as if all the frustration you feel dissipates within an instant. You slide under the covers, careful not to disturb him but he shifts at your presence anyway. He forgoes the pillow, snaking his arms around your waist instead as he inches closer.

“Where have you been?” he murmurs sleepily against your ear.

“Just...here.”

He doesn’t ask further and you don’t elaborate, thinking that he’s fallen back asleep. A part of you is glad for the unadulterated freedom he’s giving you. But there’s a sudden feeling of optimism; perhaps the sensation of loneliness will pass, and that you’re merely being dramatic (for the lack of better term). Once again you’re lulled into complacency. But it’s never a bad thing to just hope for the best, right?

But Taehyung is gone by noon when you finally have the decency to peel yourself off the bed. There’s a simple text from several hours ago that reads: Didn’t want to disturb you. Call me later.

You do exactly that, but it takes you straight to voicemail. Twice. Three times.

Dread settles in the pit of your stomach, but you try not to read into the situation too much.

“It’s fine, I wanted a day to go around by myself anyway,” you say out loud, uncaring if the walls are the only ones hearing you out. You fall back into the mattress, knowing the eagerness to get ready will not come unless there’s anybody to encourage.

But it seems like you didn’t have to wait for your saving grace for too long because your phone rings and you immediately roll over to reach for it.

Your heart sinks when you read the caller ID, but you grin and answer the call, anyway.

“Hey, Mom.”

She answers back cheerily, before divulging into her familiar list of questions; the usual how are you’s and the have you been eating well’s. When she finally inquires about Taehyung, you answer hesitantly.

“He’s out for work. You know how it is.”

She sighs and you wince, regretting your choice of tone. “Did you argue again?”

“No! That’s not it at all. I’m just—”

“Whatever it is, just be patient with him,” she admonishes. Your grip on the phone tightens. Right, because that very same rhetoric did nothing to salvage your marriage with Dad. It had been one of the reasons why you decided to move away after high school in the first place. Your mother managed to convince you to move in with her, stating that she wanted to make up for being absent most of your youth.

A different country. Foreign places to see, people to meet. The thrill of it all had been enough to convince you to depart the only place you knew your entire life. But part of the reason why you agreed had been because you were growing weary of living with your father’s new family. There was never a sense of belonging that tied you to Seoul despite spending all your life there.

Except for Taehyung.

He followed you five years later, like a fool in love. Then you decided to get married two years after rekindling your relationship. Three years since then, it feels like you’re floating in between two sides of the same coin with him, neither in bliss nor in terror.

“I know,” you chew your bottom lip. Fear is catching fire in your chest, and you smother it quickly so it will not disperse and reach your heart. “I’m trying.”

She switches the topic quicker than you can wipe the tears that manage to fall, and soon enough she’s complaining to you about having to come out for late lunch with her friends. Your answers are short and subdued, just enough to let her know that you’re still there, but your mind is itching to run somewhere else. Before she hangs up, you give her a gentle reminder to check on your apartment. She promises not to forget.

“Have fun, dear! Don’t forget to visit the places I told you about.”

“You act as if I didn’t live here before,” she chuckles at your unintended humour. “But don’t worry, I won’t.”

The line cuts after a short goodbye, and you welcome silence with a long sigh. It seems like there’s a lot on the list for you to finish: get some food to cure your hangover, take a nap, and then another after waking up. The prospect of going out alone is more daunting than it seems, therefore, staying in feels like it’s the best option.

Suddenly, a fleeting thought crosses your mind. You could have called me.

You instinctively reach for the telephone by the bedside table and dial his room number, fresh and vivid in your memory.

*

It takes half an hour to get to the destination Jungkook suggested. He agreed that you’ll treat him to (a very late afternoon) lunch if he picks the place.

“No way, it’s still here!” you exclaim as soon as you step foot off the cab. Waves of nostalgia come trickling in one by one, then hits you all at once when you open the door. Your senses are overwhelmed with familiar spices as soon as you push the door open. You look back and beam at Jungkook, who’s watching you with a small smile.

It’s only when you’re seated and have ordered that Jungkook clears his throat before saying, “I’m glad you still remember.”

You gawk at him, before crossing your legs firmly beneath you.

“Are you kidding? They have the best bibimbap and tofu stew. I was here almost every night especially during the exam period.”

“I know,” he says with confidence and you eye him with suspicion. “I mean, it was tough not to. You were always so loud around your friends.”

You scoff at him despite you knowing it to be true, but Jungkook takes no offence to it as he grins.

“It’s called having fun. You should try it sometime,” you point at him with your spoon.

“I am having fun with—”

“If you say ‘with you’, I swear to god you’re going to pay for the food instead,” you warn him despite a smile threatening to break from your lips.

“With you,” he emphasizes the phrase almost mockingly. You murmur the word “impossible” under your breath as you feel the tips of your ears grow warm.

Although the comment seems gratuitous at the time of its conception, to Jungkook’s credit you also come to enjoy time spent with him. Perhaps it’s the fact that he stands between novelty and familiarity that you fall into an easy discourse with him; you didn’t have to choose your words too carefully or worry that he might think ill of you based on what you say. There’s no seed of doubt and no root cause of anxiety.

You can’t help but find it odd, nevertheless.

Jungkook, whom you’ve never shared more than two lines before your current interaction with him. You’d never have thought in a million years you’d confide in somebody who used to give you odd stares and unfriendly glares when you passed by him in the halls of your high school. The past you would gawk, confused as to how he manages to coax even the tiniest smile out of you.

You’re about to point out that very fact to Jungkook when your phone rings and you’re immediately reprieved back out of the comfort of his presence.

It’s Taehyung, and you immediately answer.

“Babe, don’t freak out, but I’m currently in Daegu. Crazy! I know, I know. But remember I told you last night about—”

He begins listing names you recall hearing in passing. But it didn’t matter, because you stop paying attention after hearing where his current location is.

“—is why I couldn’t answer your call. But don’t worry, I’ll be back tomorrow afternoon, probably.”

You watch Jungkook shift in his seat as he asks you if everything’s all right. You nod instinctively.

“Okay.”

“Cool. I’ll call you again later after we get settled. Love you.”

“Mhm.”

He must have been in a hurry because the call cuts before you could get another word in. Although you didn’t attempt to answer longer than a few sentences in the first place, afraid that the quiver in your voice will reveal the hurt and anger that has slowly been piling up one by one.

    Jungkook thinks you’re a dam that’s overfilled and just about ready to burst. He’s afraid because you seem overly happy, obviously overcompensating for the devastation he had seen in your eyes hours prior to your call. He needn’t guess who it had been on the other side. Although he doesn’t know what Taehyung said, it’s enough to send you in a frantic search for your sanity.

This begins with you asking him to go to a karaoke bar with you, before proceeding to order several drinks. It’s on me, Jeon! I owe you lots, you declare before proceeding to down a whole glass of beer in one go.

Within the privacy the four walls of the room bring, you pour your energy into one upbeat song after another, seemingly uncaring of Jungkook’s presence. That is until your umpteenth song ends, and you turn away from the screen dramatically and towards him to hand him the mic.

“Your turn!”

“Great, I thought you’d never ask,” he says sarcastically and you join him on the seat, giggling. He takes the remote and punches in his selected number as a familiar tune comes through the speakers. He looks at you as he begins to sing the lyrics of the verse, and you break out into a small grin.

“I’m trying to realize, it’s alright to not be fine…” he sings softly as your head gently leans on his shoulder. Jungkook lets you.

He does again on the cab ride to the pub for a late dinner. And again on the way home. The weight of your presence against him is most likely inconsequential to the heaviness you carry around with you. That’s why he’ll do his part even though he most likely doesn’t have to; anything to let you know you’re not alone. He just hopes you know.

“Jungkook,” your voice is quiet against his ear as he carries you up the concrete steps.

“Yes?” he adjusts you on his back, careful not to drop you. He’s only slightly inebriated, and he’s hoping there will be no accidents for him or you.

“Thank you.”

“Just leave us a—”

“Five-star rating,” hearing your laughter feels ticklish in his stomach. “I will.”

His older brother greets him with an odd look once he enters the door of the lobby, before asking, “Is this what you skipped work for?”

“I’m only cashing in my days off before a leave,” Jungkook points at the elevator with his chin.

“Yeah, yeah,” his brother says dismissively before pressing the button for Jungkook. Silence passes through them as they wait for the doors to open. “Is she the reason why you changed your mind?”

Jungkook feels the steady rhythm of your pulse against his back, which is kilometres away from his erratic heartbeat. He tries not to put too much thought into it; he did just carry you up several flights of stairs, after all.

The harsh ping of the bell saves him from answering, and the older didn’t press him any further. It’s only after he’s turned the keys to your room, safely placed you on the bed — but not before he falls back onto the spot beside you with a deep sigh — that he has the time to formulate an articulate response.

“I’d like to think I did it out of my own volition. But a lot has happened the last few days, and, well…” he trails off as he turns his body to face you, one hand tucked against his cheek as the other reaches out to comb a stray hair out of your face.

You stir under his touch but he doesn’t make the effort to move away.

“Seems like I owe you again, Jeon Jungkook,” you whisper, the words stringing together seemingly in an indecipherable sound. He manages to put the pieces together, nonetheless.

“You’re not under any obligation to repay me,” he grins when you peel your eyes open. “I don’t want to give you all the credit, but you might have saved me more than once.”

“How so?”

The reflection of the city lights chase away the dimness of the room, but they also reflect your eyes in a way that makes Jungkook think you’re holding the galaxy’s secrets within them.

“I was having this, sort of, midlife crisis—”

“I’m going to stop you right there,” you place your elbow against the mattress as you lean your flushed cheeks against your palm. “Saying you’re having a midlife crisis now in your late twenties makes it seem like your life’s going to end in your sixties.”

He shrugs half-heartedly. The pessimist in him urges him to declare, “Who’s to say I won’t?”

“Boo! I hate this story already.”

“Buckle up, because it’s about to get worse,” he smiles wryly.

And Jungkook opens up his fresh wounds and bares his soul without pomp and flowery words. He watches your reaction intently, nonetheless, knowing well enough that by the end of the night, he might get kicked out of the halls. He’ll take the punishment kindly, since she didn’t have the chance to slap him when he could tell, despite the distance, that she would punch him square in the face.

“I know it’s wrong, and I’m not making any excuses for my actions.”

“I feel like I have no place to get angry at you. But strictly speaking, from a rational person’s point of view...fuck you.”

“I deserve no less,” he says, appreciating your candour. “That’s why last night, when you fell asleep, I told her everything. I realized that I had no place to speak of communicating when I’ve been holding out on the truth from her for a while now. You can only imagine how angry she is with me.” He swallows thickly, hating the way his throat constricts uncomfortably. Perhaps he did care about how you’ll view him, after all.

“Are you all right, though?”

The worry engraved in the crease between your brow disarms him; the unexpected delicacy in the way you ask him suddenly brings him into sobriety. After hearing the phrase I don’t want to see you, ever, he hasn’t had the time to process how he feels other than the guilt that continues to plague him. He’d buried heartbreak that comes along after losing somebody so quickly that realizing it now has him terrified of himself.

Has he truly reached the point where he’s incapable of feeling anything?

Or is it that somewhere between then and now, he’s fallen out of love with her and made excuses for himself so that it’s easier to let her hate him because he didn’t have the courage to break it off? Is it because he’s using her as an excuse — his ticket out of Seoul, out of the life he thinks to be mundane? Because if so, then he’s an even bigger scumbag than he originally thought.

“Jungkook?”

The warmth of your hand on his cheek salvages him from sinking into the bottomless depth of his thoughts.

“I can’t believe I strung her along for this long.”

Then it hits him all at once; an unavoidable freight train carrying the emotions he’s repressed himself from bearing. In him blossoms the violent need to abate the heaviness that began festering within the depths of his mind a long time ago.

One sob and you pull him against you. Two and you’re running your hands soothingly down the curves of his back. Three, and he’s clinging onto you for dear life as the uncontrollable cries consume him. He’s overcome by a sense of déjà vu as you wrap your arms tighter against him.

Jungkook lets you.

Again and again, he will selfishly welcome your presence, as if doing so would diminish him of any wrongdoings he has committed.

    You drift in and out of consciousness, but the warm body stays unchanged beside you. Another aspect feels indifferent: The pounding headache constantly knocking against your temple. In hindsight, you probably need to stop drinking to the point where your body can’t handle the after-effects. Inhaling slowly puts your mind at ease as the scent of fresh lavender wafts over your senses; you’re immediately reminded of hanging freshly laundered sheets during a hot summer day. Only one person manages to conjure such specific and vivid imagery for you.

Jeon Jungkook.

Your body goes rigid at the feeling of his heavy arm draped across your waist. You slowly open your eyes, hoping that your initial hunch is wrong, and you’re merely dreaming that you let someone who’s neither a stranger nor a friend lay in bed with you.

But you’re met with his peaceful sleeping face, a stark difference between last night’s troubled and despaired Jungkook. For a split second, you let your mind wander with your heart amongst the perilous grounds of your imagination.

If picturing life with him is a sin, then there’s absolutely no saving you from entering the depths of hell.

(A tad bit over-dramatic on your part, but you believe you have the license to do so since you just woke up in the arms of someone else other than Taehyung.)

Despite the slight panic accentuated by the quick palpitations of your heartbeat, you make no genuine effort to move away. Bits of cynicism creeps up, either way, as you berate yourself for clinging onto anybody willing to keep you company.

But at this point, is Jungkook truly just ‘anybody’ to you? In a short period of time, you’ve managed to share more with him than you’ve had with Taehyung. With Jungkook, there’s nobody to compete for attention with.

So, what is holding you back from leaving the anguish behind and instead run straight on towards Jungkook? Is the sanctity of marriage you’ve sworn to uphold after seeing how it tore your own family apart enough of a reason to stay with him?

The answer sits on the tip of your tongue like a ripe fruit ready to burst.

Jungkook shifts his position as he raises one eyelid open before breaking out into a lazy grin. You return the gesture as you peel yourself away from his touch to sit upon the mattress and stretch your limbs wide.

“That was the best sleep I had in a while,” he admits.

“Maybe all you needed was a good cry.”

He gives you a knowing look. “Maybe.”

Silence ensues, and all of a sudden you’re unsure of what to tell him when minutes ago you allowed yourself to stare at him unabated. How exactly are you supposed to express gratification to the person who’s allowed themselves to be the unfortunate passenger to your rollercoaster of emotions? What’s more, is you’d done the same for him. Do you, then, without a need for more words, go back to how it had been previously and pretend nothing had happened?

You didn’t have much time to ponder because your phone vibrates in the back pocket of your jeans.

“What do you mean by ‘we need to talk’?”

“Good morning to you too, Taehyung,” you mumble. Jungkook’s eyes widen in surprise, as if in sudden realization of something he’d forgotten. He moves off the bed and motions for the bathroom. You nod wordlessly. It almost slipped your mind that you sent him a somewhat vague text the night previous after Jungkook’s spiel. “It means exactly what it says. We need to talk when you get back. You are coming back, right?”

“What’s with the sudden hostility in your tone? Of course, I’m coming back.”

“I think I deserve to be a little hostile,” a sudden wave of bravery washes over you. “How exactly am I supposed to feel after you leave me without warning on our trip?”

“I told you—”

“Stop fucking lying to me, Kim Taehyung,” your voice breaks as tears blur your vision. “You never talk about anything with me anymore, and you know it.” There’s a certain pride you feel when he doesn’t respond right away. “I can’t talk to you about this on the phone. I’ll be here when you get back.”

Jungkook returns well after you’ve ended the call with Taehyung.

“I should probably get back to my room and change. I need to take over for my brother.”

You follow him towards the door, where he haphazardly puts on his shoes. When he stands, he gazes at you, eyes filled with tenderness. Your heart stutters. “Will you be okay?”

“Of course,” you offer him an encouraging smile, but he doesn’t return it. With one nod he’s out the door, and you watch as his figure retreats towards the elevator without so much as a wave, not knowing that would be the last you see of him for a while.

Taehyung’s arrival comes earlier than expected and catches you after your long shower, but says nothing to quell your worries. He merely sits on the bed and watches you pace around the room; for a comb one minute, then you put on lotion next, then you’re folding clothes to be laundered — anything to busy yourself from confrontation. It’s not that your courage has wavered, but rather your dignity prevents you from breaking first.

Yet as soon as your name rolls off his tongue, there’s a magnetic pull that has your feet nimbly walking to where he is.

“I’m sorry,” is all it takes from him for you to unravel completely. There’s no shortage of fresh, hot tears as he engulfs you against him. You bring your palms up to grab on his shirt tightly, before hitting his chest with no real intentions of hurting him. He doesn’t stop you but instead pulls back to place a chaste kiss on your forehead. Your arms fall nimbly to the side and Taehyung continues to mutter apologies one after the other, catching each teardrop before they reach the bottom of your ruddy cheeks.

He waits until you’ve stopped sobbing before you begin diving into a conversation that’s been long overdue. Slowly, the walls you’ve built around yourself begin to crumble brick by brick as the imperfections of your relationship reveal itself on the surface. It’s uncomfortable for him as much as it is for you to dredge up old wounds, evident by the way his eyes well up with tears, but it’s an intervention needed to regain what was, if possible.

Both you and Taehyung know one conversation is not enough to undo the fractures, but it’s a step closer towards salvation.

*

The end of your trip creeps up closer than you’d like. You stopped tagging along with Taehyung’s workdays because he agreed to go places with you. Days without him are spent milling around the neighbouring places of the bed and breakfast, which leads to your discovery of the best spicy rice cake just around the corner of the street. There is also the obligatory bike ride alone around the Han river, which proves to be more satisfactory than almost anything you’ve ever done.

You find yourself looking for Jungkook in-between the hours where your mind wanders and for a split second, all of your thoughts are suddenly dedicated to him. Deception comes in the form of denial when you push the aimless sentiments aside, afraid that you might get too carried away. It’s maddening to think that he only seems to show up in times of dire need as if the deity responsible for overlooking fate is playing tricks on you.

(Though you know that if you want to see him, the only thing you have to do is knock on his door. You dismiss that idea, either way, for fear of being too obtrusive.)

On the day of your departure, you wake up early to catch breakfast. You ask Taehyung if he wants to join you despite knowing the answer. He grunts in response but stays unmoving. You untangle yourself from the warmth of his body before placing a soft kiss on his cheek.

Food has been prepared once you’re in the dining area, but there’s nobody to be found. It immediately reminds you of the first morning of your arrival—the excited faces of the children and their parents who were engrossed in a serious conversation, and the elderly couple enjoying their morning of peace together. Two weeks have gone by, and you’re not even sure if they’re still here or if they’ve moved on to see other places, meet other people.

Inadvertently, you steal a glimpse of the kitchen door, waiting for it to swing open and reveal the one person whose smile you’ve been longing to witness one last time. You grin as you shake your head; your propensity towards wishful thinking never ceases to make you feel disheartened.

“Last time you were staring longingly at your soup, and today you’re smiling to yourself,” his voice cuts through your thoughts intrusively as he strolls in, dressed down in a pair of casual joggers and an ill-fitting shirt too big to possibly belong to him. “Hi.”

Your gaze meets his, and breathlessly, you say, “Hi.”

He doesn’t make any gesture that indicates he wants to sit and chat this time around.

“Been busy?”

“I could say the same about you,” your lips curl upwards in a small smile. There’s a landslide of things you want to ask him, topics you want to share. You want to thank him over and over, invite him for a meal or even a simple walk around town. But words seem to fail you as you shift your eyes to stare at your half-eaten plate of fruit slices.

“My older brother mentioned you’re leaving today,” he announces offhandedly, scratching the nape of his neck. You’d like to think he’s just as unsure as you on how to go about having a conversation. Is he also stumbling over his thoughts like you are?

“Uh, yeah—” you flick your wristwatch to check the time— “I just have to wake Taeyhung, and we’ll be on our way.” The rueful smile he gives you feels like a splinter prodding your heart. “You?”

“Oh, I was just on my way to grab something before heading to the gym.”

“Ah,” you nod. Unlike the last time you two shared a conversation in the same place, this one is marred by awkward pauses and long bouts of silence. Afraid this will cause him to leave, you promptly state, “I honestly thought you ended up leaving the country since I didn’t see much of you.”

“That was the plan, yes,” his smile finally reaches his eyes. “I was supposed to leave a week ago— I mean, I had already bought the tickets and despite how it ended with me and her, I still wanted to leave. But someone told me just because you try to run from your problems doesn’t mean it will not follow you there.”

You chuckle as you shake your head. He continues. “I feel like I owe it to her to grant her wishes of not wanting to see me, no matter how much I wanted to get out of this place. A lot of reasons compelled me to stay, and I think I’m better for it.”

When your gaze meets his, there’s an unstated agreement; a kinship that cannot be unbound, locked away in a time you can only revisit through your memory.

“With that being said, I might tour Europe in two months’ time, starting with Sweden,” he grins playfully, cheeks dotted with a dimple. You roll your eyes as you stand before shoving him lightly by the shoulder.

“Alright, Richie Rich, no need to rub it in. I get it, I get it.”

“You have me mistaken, Miss. This was a culmination of years of hard work and savings.”  

“I’m happy for you,” you say with finality. No matter how much you did not want the conversation to end, there’s a twinge of sweetness to a farewell amidst the bleakness that often comes along; it doesn’t always have to end in thunder and rainfall.

But then he asks, “Are you happy for you?”

It might have been then, at that moment, where you’d willingly say blurt the phrase out loud, your situation be damned. But you didn’t—you couldn’t. Not when you nod wordlessly. Not when he opens his arms seemingly as a conclusion, a wordless action that says: I should probably let you go so I can also go about with my day. Instead, you carefully place the three words in your back pocket to be used later before you step into the warmth of his embrace.

He whispers a farewell and a promise that you know you’ll carry in your heart until the time fate allows you to meet again at another time and another place.