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happyselves · 3 years

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Budapest { Lando Norris x reader one shot }

Breaking up sucks as it is, but to be dumped in an airport where you were going to a grand prix of formula 1 was worse … It was both of your dreams and he renounced it because of insecurities toward you. Admitting a “mistake” he had made with one of your commun friends, sleeping with her. You had to think fast in that airport, either you leave and go live one of your dreams or you step out of his place and go back home and cry for weeks. The answer was quickly found. You leave him and his baggage, not turning your back, deciding to not cry for the asshole you had spent so many time building a life he had destroyed in a snap of his fingers.

However the grand prix didn’t happen how you wanted it to. You had not really thought of him, too busy with the environment around you, sharing for your favorite drivers, freely wearing his merch that you had bought because you didn’t have any reason not to know that you didn’t have someone telling you off. Your now ex used to hate when you were showing your obsession and fascination toward the young driver that was Lando Norris. The dit driver had a great start but all his effort went in vain when the Mercedes driver hit the back of his car and ruined his race, forcing him to retire.

At first you didn’t know how to react, but when you saw him on the big screen in front of you, all the sadness and frustration and all the anger and hatred toward your ex boyfriend was transferred to this. You wanted to leave right away, but you stay, to support your team because Daniel Ricciardo was still in the race. You cheered as much as you could, exhausting yourself mentally and physically but it wasn’t enough and the number 3 car was too damaged to reach the point in the head. It was a shame, but that is the hard law of this sport. After this terrible race you had no heart in celebrating the win for Ocon even if you were extremely happy for him, so you went back to your hotel and went to bed.

The next day was quiet and you spent time in the city, you didn't feel great so you just walked through the city and visited stuff … alone. This time no crowd and loud car could distract you from your own thoughts. Your ex boyfriend was all you could think about now. The memories you had together, the dog, the apartment. By leaving and not facing it you were pushing the moment and you knew it will hurt even more next time you will have to face him.

It was the evening and it was getting cooler, you get your merch hoodie out of your bag and wear it. You find a nice spot on a bench in front of the river crossing the city and you put yourself in a cocoon, your legs closed to your chest and your head on your knees, hugging yourself for comfort as you watch the sunset. The tears came on their own, you were lost in your thoughts and you didn’t notice the man sitting next to you. You were so lost that you were now hearing Lando talking to you in your brain.

“You know it’s a pretty spot to watch the sunset, but not alone,” You puff a quick laugh, even your own mind was making stuff up and you didn’t know why, but you were ready to have a full conversation with yourself. At least your brain was nice enough to create someone that looked like your favorite driver. “ That’s funny, I’m that desperate that I’m talking to myself now, great, next stop the psy,” you weren’t waiting for any response, but you got one anyway. “ Well maybe your brain isn’t making this up ?” Another sound came out of you, were you ready to have a full argument with your own self. “ It wouldn’t be the first time I’m daydreaming about a handsome man talking to me out of nowhere, but I know my luck, why do you think I got dumped just before going on vacation ? I’m nothing … “ You were resigned, the tears kept falling and the pain kept coming. “ Well then he is an idiot, to let a beautiful woman, with great taste may I have, go. This man is obviously blind.” You had a great imagination to be able to hear Lando’s voice so clearly in your head that it felt like he was just next to you.

You turn your head toward what you thought the voice was coming from and there he was, sitting next to you, looking at you with fondness. Damn you really needed help if even your blurry eyes by the wet tears could recreate his whole body and face in front of you.

At any point you thought it might be true even if you were both in the same city, the odds were too big and he would probably be in his hotel room by now enjoying some games with his mates on his computer or watching netflix.

“ That’s not fair that you create this for me, I do not deserve to have such a beautiful daydream like this, seeing him this weekend from afar was one thing but to now trick me and build this masquerade in my mind to ease my pain, that’s really new brain.” You were feeling crazy and you were trying not to sound like one, you were talking to yourself and you were scared that others will think of you as someone with less sanitary than an average human being.

Yet, your fake Lando get closer to you and start touching your arm, you didn’t even flinch when you sense his touch, you know you wouldn’t be able to feel anything because if one thing you learn is that touching isn’t a sense the brain is capable of reproduction to the perfection in your brain when you are dreaming. Then why were you feeling it, why suddenly his touch felt so reassuring and real. You blind repeatedly trying to wake yourself from this sweet dream you were living because this couldn’t be real and it was starting to feel scary.

Lando didn’t move his arm from you even if you tried to gently push him away and put some distance back between you. You weren’t certain this wasn’t reality anymore because as you took his arm, you felt him, your grip on him was real. You lock your eyes on him, focusing on every detail of this creation in your own mind. You knew the shirt he was wearing and the shorts as well, you knew how he looks after running as well so that was a normal thing, but every little detail of him only a person being super close to him could imagine, that you had never experienced and yet here everything was here in front of you. He never felt so him and so real in the flesh. Your fingers found the scruff on his chin and felt the small hair tickling your palm.

That’s where you realise … Lando Norris was in front of you, in the flesh as real as you wear. You come back right back to your senses when you see the sunset and keep drawing beautiful colors in the sky. Lando was amused by the situation, you weren’t.

“ Oh sleeping beauty is coming back from the daydream ?” Somehow he arranges a lock of hair missing on your face, putting it behind your ear. You jerk at the touch now knowing that you were imagining things. You stand up quickly and try to avoid him, walking like a lunatic in front of the bench right to left. “ You know, you are the first fan I've met that acts like this, quite refreshing. “ You stop and track and look at him, really look at him.

“ How do you know I am a fan of yours ?” If this wasn’t the dumbest question you had ever asked, you didn’t know how to be more embarassing of yourself.

“ Well at first I wasn’t really sure, then I saw you on that bench, curl up in a small little ball wearing my hoodie merch, then you basically confirm it when you thought I was a pure product of your imagination,” You were hiding your face now, you bet your cheeks were red. You were mortified to ever have thought you were this desperate that your brain could be creating him, but even more when you knew he had to witness that.

“ I’m sincerely sorry, I ruined your evening run, “ You were apologizing to him, ready to take your bag and run away from this situation, to forget everything that happened. It wasn’t the best timing for you to meet one of your idols, that’s not how you had imagined things to go if one day you would have the courage to try and meet him.

As you tried to take your bag, he stopped you and took your arm. It was like the first, but this time all you could think about was the butterflies appearing in your stomach. Lando was the only person you could dump your boyfriend for … your ex-boyfriend. Before you had time to dive in your thoughts once more he spoke to you.

“ Please don’t go, I should be the one apologizing, I let you think you were insane because I was amused and you’ve made my day to be honest. I felt less alone. “ He was brutally honest suddenly and your heart shattered even more, making your recent break up put on the second plan, focusing on the man in front of you only.

It’s true that you didn’t notice at first, but he was looking tired, not only physically but mentaly. He brings you closer to him, silently asking you to sit where you were in the beginning.

You were both smiling to each other and without any of you being able to control it you end up talking a long time on that bench, not realising it was now dark. Only when Lando’s phone buzzed did you both realise that you had been exchanging your deepest secrets to each other, telling each other's life like you were best friends finding their way back to each other. You even forgot he was a famous racing driver at some point, not caring much because you were now truly seeing the man behind the helmet and you like him even more.

You sense a sort of sadness when he picks up his phone to respond to his manager. Of course they were worrying, he told them he was gone for half an hour, not three hours. You thought he would lie about where he was, being cheeky and keeping his privacy and you were ready to take that small hit behind your head that you bring you both back into your respective life, otherwise he surprised you once more by being honest and telling his manager the truth. He was smiling at you and his eyes were glued on your face with that same fondness you thought your brain had made up earlier. He hanged up and his body turn toward you.

“ So as you can guess I have to go, but I have the feeling that if I don’t ask to come with me, it would be one of the biggest mistakes of my life, so … “ He was scared to continue, evaluating the reaction on your face, but he must have seen something in you that confirmed something in him and made him continue, “ I’m not applying anything, it’s to talk obviously, but would you like to accompany me to my hotel and maybe see each other again ? I’m leaving wednesday night, of course you can refuse I wouldn’t take it bad”

Two choices were now in front of you and you could only choose one. The first one was obviously saying no and going back to England where you are from and facing the hard reality of your ex and the second one was to push your plane ticket to next wednesday and spend time with him. There was actually nothing to think about as you simply said yes to him and followed him to his hotel that night. You didn’t do anything, only talking and even meeting the whole team. You tried your best not to fangirl like a teenager but you couldn’t help yourself showing the admiration you had for everyone of them and they already knew with the hoodie you were wearing anyway. That night was one of the best in your life, you talk all night in his room and end up falling asleep on his chest. It is the first time since you’ve been alone that you finally find peace in your sleep and truly rest and somehow you felt it was the same for him. This is why he asks you to stick around with him, even for the Pirelli test. You were not only living your dream now, but you were living it with him and it was even better. You felt lucky and you were now wondering what would have happened if you had not gone to that place and kept those grand prix tickets. You could care less, Lando made you forget all the pain this ex of yours had afflicted you for the past week. You had fun and everyone was so welcoming and nice to you, explaining everything around the paddock, you even found yourself laughing with Daniel Ricciardo at some point during the day.

The looks you send to each other on the other hand were far from being only friendly, there were something more. Your body was acting on its own and he was so receptive to it. Everyone in the garage could sense something that both of you were ignoring, but they were polite enough not to make a word of it or tease the young driver for it. You were secretly thanking them to not make this moment awkward, you were already still thinking you were in a deep dream or coma, not wanting to wake up just yet.

The day went fast and ended up in a nice dinner in his room, still talking and joking. At some point it was the second night in a row you fell asleep on him, while watching something on tv. It really wasn’t your type to trust a stranger even if this one was famous and you “ knew him “. You didn’t want to live dangerously,but for sure that difficult time ahead of you was making you enjoy the best of life without thinking about the next day.

Lando was stroking you slowly as he was finishing the movie you were watching before you found Morphee, kissing your head before turning everything off and joining you in dreamland as well.

You were sure the people at your own hotel were wondering where you were,and when the next day you finally came back to it, Lando quickly behind you, you could swear you had seen a smirk flashing on the front desk woman’s face. You hadn’t expected the man next to you to find a way and arrange the plane ticket you had to take for going home, to be weirdly the same plane as him and the seat next to him. You both didn’t really want to come back to reality and go to your respecting mundane life just yet.

The last day was as good as the day before other than that bittersweet feeling you had depe down, not wanting to let this go just yet. You didn’t know how you could enjoy this little bit of life he had show you, you were already addicted to this lifestyle, to that travel, hotel and paddock life, this crazy life of him and most important you knew how fucked you were because you realise soon enough that you were already addicted to him quite simply.

Both of you were staying quiet about your soon departure from each other and until the last moment you didn’t aboard the subject, but every good dream had a end and it’s on that parking lot when you saw the whole team leaving one by one to find their car that you realise it was the end of his fairy tale. Lando had held your hand tight the whole time, you were ready to let it go and leave this mind forever when he decided otherwise and asked you where you were going tonight now that you weren’t with your boyfriend. You hadn’t thought of that of course you hadn’t, how can you think about this when this beautiful and genuine nice man in front of you had replaced as quickly as he came in your life all your thoughts. It’s like he knew right away and didn’t let you answer, your luggage was already in the lack of his car with him and you were both driving to his place. Every woman would be afraid, why weren’t you that was the question.

“ I’m not ready to let you go, I don’t want to, “ That what he said to you as he pull his car in front of his house before adding up, “ I don’t even think I will be able to let you go ever in the rest of my life, “ You didn’t know what to say to that, you were only focusing on him, only him and the only thing you could think about right now was the close that damn gap between you two and kiss him. So you did and it was even more beautiful that the fireworks on national day, the butterflies in your stomach were moving so much that you could feel yourself flying except you were still in this car with him, his hands in your hair, messing the already messy bun you had for travelling, savoring every bit of your lips for the first time, like it was the last. When you finally pull away from each other to catch your breath, your forehead finds him.

“ I’m not going anywhere. “

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whatifyoulivelikethat · 4 years

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heartspace, m | myg

pairing(s): yoongi x reader

summary: Min Yoongi will always be the one. The one on top, the one above all others, the one who has a space in your heart. Sometimes, Yoongi questions it. You have to remind him that no one commands you like he can, and he reminds you that no one can take you from him.

warnings: rated M (18+) for language; smut (fem reader, fingering, nipple play, m-receiving oral, doggy, scratching / marking, hair-pulling, cock warming); PWP; softdom!Yoongi

yes, I have been planning this ever since I released ‘headspace’. happy birthday Yoongi! <3 I would have pretty words for you, but I literally write smut about you, so how about you not practice your English here because I know you’re secretly fluent. I’ll give you the ‘I-love-you’ speech some other time XD

"I'm here."

You felt his fingers trail down your exposed arms, drumming down your skin. He took your hands, tracing your silver rings, humming satisfyingly. A familiar view, a fair skinned wrist with silver chain bracelets. He curled his long fingers around yours, caressing the inside of them. You could smell his cologne, scarcely sweet and musky woods, just a hint here and there, wisps that seemed almost imaginary.

"To remind you that you're mine."

His grip tightened around your wrists.

A swift pull, spinning you around in your computer chair, tearing you away from the keyboard. Fluffed black hair, brushing against dark brown, cat-like eyes. A pensive smile and two silver hoops on each ear. All black, turtleneck, leather jacket, slacks. Your favorite.

Your shadow.

Min Yoongi.

"I... I can explain."

The smile turned into a smirk.

"No need."

He intertwined his fingers with yours, squeezing them, unforgiving metal of the rings digging into both your hands. Leaned down, pushing your rolling chair into your desk so it stopped, husky voice against your chin. He stroked one of your silver rings, spinning it around your index finger.

"Yoongi..."

He purred your name, drawing it out syllable by syllable, letting it slowly assault your ears. Your skin tingled as he pulled you up, your loose black t-shirt too thin, feeling far too much as he tugged you to him, his inescapable gravity and wicked smirk.

“You smell different today,” he murmured, your bare legs brushing against his slacks.

You did smell different. Like burning wood and roasted sweet chestnuts, a new scent you found that instantly attracted you. That’s how you were. You encountered things and you immediately loved them, intensely, addictively, forever.

Just like Min Yoongi.

“Mmm.”

His hand traveled under the hem of your shirt, grabbing your thigh and sinking his fingers into it with a soft hiss. You bit your lip, closing your eyes, falling into the touch, letting it consume you. There were not a lot of things that could make you give in, but you believed in your instincts and trusted them. Your instincts always told you where to go, what to do, who to go to. With one glance, you could pinpoint if you would like something or not, even in unfamiliar territory. Your instincts always guided you to your loves. The things you loved always became significant, always changed your life, always had your devotion through time, space, and dreams.

They became obsessions and they never stopped.

Yoongi buried his face into your neck and inhaled, moaning softly.

“Smells so good. Warm. Like a comforting memory,” he mumbled.

“Reminded me of you.”

And it had. The second you smelled it; memories of his embrace had blanketed around you.

He lifted his head and his eyes were on yours. Half-lidded, plagued by dark circles, the loveliest black-brown in the whole world. You normally hated eye contact, but not in this space, not with him. Your hands slid under his leather jacket, wrapping around his waist. Yoongi leaned in, kissing you once more, pressing your body to his, leather and softness. He reached into his jacket and possessively tucked one of your hands in his.

“Sometimes,” he muttered against your lips. “Sometimes I think I don’t have your love.” His fingers caressed yours as you kneaded his waist underneath the turtleneck. "Do you not want me around anymore?"

A small smile drifted onto your lips. You reached up with your free hand and tugged the collar of your t-shirt down, revealing your silver necklaces.

"You're always with me."

Yoongi’s dark eyes traveled down your neck, to the first one, seeing the tiny circular overlapping pendants. His name etched in the lower one, his birthstone set in the upper one. A tiny, contented smile. The others were a tangle of chains and charms, but Yoongi was the one who mattered most, so he was on top.

Always on top.

“What if you lose that?” he teased.

You chuckled. “So what? I could lose everything I own, but I would still love you, Yoongi.” You placed your forehead against his. “My head could be full of someone else, but there is always a space in my heart for you.”

The things you loved.

They are always and forever.

He raised his hand and placed a single fingertip in between your collarbones. Your spine tingled, scalp prickling as he slid it up your neck, lips parting as he watched it travel over your skin, up your chin and onto your plush lips, nail snagging on the softness.

“Such lovely words, but this mouth can do such dirty things,” Yoongi breathed, the side of his curving upwards playfully. You quirked your eyebrow and opened your mouth, licking the tip of his finger with your tongue, smiling around it.

“I can have pure feelings and a filthy mind.”

Yoongi cocked his brow to match yours, smirk widening to reveal his white teeth. “And you certainly do. I have no idea how your mind works.”

And then before you could respond, Yoongi shoved two fingers into your mouth, rubbing them against your tongue. You chuckled, wrapping your lips around them, sucking daintily, tongue swirling, slipping between them, drawing figure-eights. His eyes on you, darkening, darkening, the sparks of desire stroked to black flame, burning intensely as you placed the tip of your tongue all the way down to the skin where his two fingers connected, down to his knuckles, his fingers almost down your throat.

“You have such a tiny mouth,” he purred. “Astounded that my cock can fit in there.”

Yoongi pulled his fingers out and you gasped, strings of saliva dripping down and snapping against your chin. There was something about his expression, not trying to trick you, not trying to seduce you, simply aware of what he was going to do and that he was going to do it. There was no one to stop him.

In fact, you patiently awaited it.

His free hand closed on the hem of your pajama shirt and slipped under, pushing your panties to one side and shoving his wet fingers into your pussy.

“Ah, Y-Yoongi!”

He smiled, sliding his fingers in and out, and you raised one of your legs, hooking it around his hip, one hand on his shoulder, moaning as he rubbed the inside of your walls, feeling all of you, watching your face the entire time, your pussy throbbing at the knowledge of being observed so intently. His other hand snuck up your back, drawing patterns on the thin black fabric, hardly a barrier from his touch, and then he traveled further up, running his fingers through your hair, tangling them at the base and yanking back, neck exposed, your moans deepening, saturated with lust, the pace of his fingers inside you increasing. You clenched around them, breath hitching at the pricks of pain, viscous juices soaking his hand and coating his knuckles. Yoongi leaned forward, inhaling your scent once more.

“Cum for me,” he purred, teeth on your neck, nipping lightly, pinches of red marks.

Pulling a little harder, thrusting a little deeper, sucking on the space in between your collarbones, your teeth sinking into your lower lip, whimpering as the sensitive skin was bitten and the insides of your walls roughly rubbed, grinding into his hand to stimulate your clit and it was too hot, too much, pushing you over the edge.

“Oh, fuck, Yoongi…”

Pussy clamping around his digits, pulsating violently, your juices sliding down the back of his hand and his palm, covering him with you. A short reprieve, Yoongi letting you ride the high, sighing in satisfaction as he felt your walls shiver with the aftershocks. His other hand released your hair and you panted hard, tipping your head back up, only to be forced to raise your arms as Yoongi yanked your shirt up. You pulled it over your head, shaking your hair out, now wild and messy. He snapped a finger on your black bra strap, impatient expression telling you to take it off. You undid it with one hand and, as soon was it fell to the floor, Yoongi ripped his fingers out of you. You yelped at the suddenness, abruptly turning into a moan as Yoongi took his slick fingers covered in your cum and smeared them over your breasts, circling around your hard nipples, pinching them in between his slippery touch.

“Fuck, I love these nipples,” Yoongi muttered, dipping his head down to your chest, breathing in the scent of your orgasm. “So fucking big and soft and hard, all at once.”

He wrapped his lips around one and sucked off your juices with a moan, cleaning up his mess by licking all over your breasts. He placed his two wet fingers around the other, pinching and tugging on it, trailing his tongue up and down, up and down, matching pace, drenching your skin with his saliva before collecting it all back up and circling the sensitive hardened nub with the wetness, flicking his tongue against it, gentle, intense, continuous, until you were shaking and shivering against him.

Your hands came up and held his head, pushing back his black hair, moaning as you ran your fingers through it, over and over, his large hands pressing your tits together and playing on your nipples with his lips and fingers, sucking hard.

There were a lot of words in this world and none of them could describe exactly how Yoongi made you feel, like he could set everything on fire while also being the water rushing through you, burning and drowning, his brown orbs looking up at you, silent, but clear with his lust, reflecting you in his eyes.

A mirror, so akin to you.

And yet not, because he was Min Yoongi.

His other hand fitted in the curve of your back, forcing you to arch more, trailing his tongue over your chest, humming at your soft cries.

"You always look so good no matter what I'm doing to you," he mused, lazily licking off your other nipple.

"It's because you're the one doing it," you panted, shivering as he blew on your wet skin.

"Hm, I don't think so. I think you're just hot as hell."

He kissed up your chest, on your lips once more, sighing softly, your sharp sweet taste on his lips, both hands on your breasts, pinching your nipples with his knuckles. You whined into his mouth, and he shushed you with rough kisses as he rubbed them just as roughly, pain and pleasure, working you until you were breathless, gasping, pleading for more. He chuckled, releasing them, earning a frantic whimper, his mouth still pressed to yours. You heard him shrug off the leather jacket, dumping it on the chair. Nudging you forward to the bed, staying in stride with you, and you, grip on his turtleneck, yanking it out of his slacks, his smirk against your smirk.

"What if," Yoongi murmured, hands enveloping yours, tracing your silver rings. "One of my rings was here?" Tapping your left ring finger, mischievous spark underneath his lashes.

"Do I get to put one here?" you teased, sliding one between his and wrapping it around his left ring finger.

"Ah, they should match, shouldn't they?"

You grinned, tumbling onto the bed and dragging him with you, Yoongi quirking an eyebrow, tone rich and deep as he continued.

"You like white gold or platinum?"

You tugged his turtleneck up and off his head, letting it fall to the floor, running a hand through his fluffed black hair as you mused.

"I'll let you pick," you purred. "And then I can pick one."

"For where?"

"For here."

Yoongi sucked in a breath, narrowing his eyes and mouth at you, cheeks puffing a little, but there was no mistaking the amusement in his words.

"At least service him before you start putting him in prison."

You unlatched your grip on his clothed cock.

"What am I, but of service?"

He watched your tongue trace your lips as you slid down, unbuttoning his slacks, zipper being teased down, a pleased smile growing as his clothes were tugged off, crumpling to the floor.

"Let me help you," Yoongi drawled as you lowered your head, calm hands gathering your hair to a long ponytail, winding it around his palm before turning his hand around, fitting his hold to the back of your head. You raised an eyebrow at his smirk.

"It's going to be like that?"

His eyes darkened, black hair falling over them.

"You love it like that."

That's true. Familiar words came back to you, almost like a mantra.

What if you live like that?

Tongue sliding out, licking him all over, dripping saliva down his length, his cock already hard and insistent against your lips, hot and trembling, pleading for attention, but you nuzzled past, wrapping your lips around one of his balls and swirling your tongue around it, listening to his deep moan, smokey and raspy, your name mixed with his sounds of appreciation, hand firm on the back of your head. You switched sides, back and forth, sucking one as you licked the other, accompanied by loud slurps that made Yoongi's hips jerk, euphoric gasps filling your room.

"Fuck, that's a dangerous mouth..." he hissed. "You could make anyone fall for you with your mouth alone."

You snaked your tongue along his stiff length, side to side, tracing the contours with your wet muscle, finally coating the tip with a thick layer of warmth, seeing Yoongi watch you with hunger, his long fingers pressed into your scalp.

"Down," he growled.

You obeyed.

Swallowing it all, all the way to the base, his cock twitching in your mouth. Yoongi gasped sharply, holding you down, your throat constricting around the head, barely able to breathe, but you were in Yoongi's hands now.

Your favorite pair of hands to command you.

"Fuck... fuck..."

He tilted his hips and you fell on your side, silver necklaces jangling, steadying yourself with your elbow. Slow but forceful, sliding out and pushing back in, moaning softly as he fucked your face, your hands in his sides, nails digging in, whining around his thickness, pushing your tongue against the bottom to make it tighter, better, his strong taste coating your mouth, so good your mind was a bit hazy from it or was it the intensity of his thrusts that was leaving you breathless?

You tensed your throat muscles and Yoongi chuckled, breathing hard.

"You sure you haven't practiced on someone else? You're too good at this, fuck..."

It was impossible to reply, think, or breathe, clawing at his back, rocking your body with his, your own power intoxicating you, knowing Yoongi was close to his end by the increased speed and roughness, grip on your head unforgiving, bouncing you back and forth with the force of his hips, your wet lips smacking his balls and crotch, the head repeatedly burying itself in your throat, stretching it out just like how Yoongi would stretch you out soon.

"Fuck, I know you love it when I use your mouth like this," he snarled.

I do. I love all the things you do to me.

He clenched his jaw and a grating hiss fell from his lips, thrusting deep and spilling down your throat, you whimpering as you swallowed hurriedly, hands splayed over his back and ass, holding him there so you could drink it all, tongue pressed along his length to feel his cock throb with every spurt of cum painted down your throat. There was no time to think about breathing, completely dazed by his strong taste and the forced manner that you had to consume his orgasm, visceral and obscene.

"Time for your other hole."

You drew back, gasping for air, hair cascading around you as Yoongi let go, taking advantage of your hazy state clawing for oxygen. You barely registered him pushing you down to the sheets, hands and knees, ass up and ready, his own hands on your hips to peel your wet pussy lips apart, watching your glistening opening flexing, the reaction both your muscles and your desire.

Waiting for him.

Wanting him.

"Mmm, my pretty pussy," he purred possessively.

Your body already knew what to do even if your mind was still trying to catch up. He took the condom from your shaking, outstretched hand and ripped it open. You didn't have to wait long. He leaned forward. The swollen, hot head pressed against your opening. Not moving, chest against your back.

"Yoongi, please..." you gasped hoarsely.

"Please what?"

This fucking tease. "Please... fuck me."

His hand crawled up the sheets, deft fingers dancing, up your wrist, and onto your hand, your silver rings glinting in the low light. He placed his fingers in between yours, lips against your ear.

"My perfect plaything, aren't you?"

A swift thrust and you were moaning, fingers closing in around his, suddenly so full and so deep that you saw white for a brief moment, but there was no time, no time as Yoongi slid back and slammed into you again, crotch to ass, untangling his hand from yours so he could right himself and fuck you hard, just the way you liked, just the way you needed.

"Mmm, what a beautiful back."

You buried your face into the pillows, his fingernails scraping down your skin, sending shocks and stings all over you, helpless cries at his wonderful scratches, the exact pressure so that he left marks all over you but didn't break skin, so good paired with his harsh thrusts, making you claw for the headboard, planting your hands on it and bucking back into his hard length, heightening the pleasure and mixing it with pain, Yoongi's satisfied grunts behind you, necklaces jingling on your chest. Sensation, sound, emotion, all of it, building up inside, winding the coil, tighter, tighter.

Nothing else mattering but being fucked by Yoongi's cock.

"This body is for me, isn't it?" Yoongi growled, racking his nails down your back.

"Whenever you want, fuck, oh fuck, Yoongi!"

He kept going, the fire of your orgasm burning hot, crashing waves threatening to take you under, but still he gripped your hips and fucked you into the bed, the bed frame squeaks drowned out by the loud squelches of his rock-hard cock reentering you over and over again.

"That's what I thought," he snickered, leaning down and earning a wail, so deep it felt like he was hitting your cervix, the head swelling as your walls clenched around him. "No one can take you from me, isn't that right?"

You responded automatically, your body once again responding quicker than your brain could, the answer always there, lingering in your mind, unwavering, pure instinct.

"No one."

The words rushing out with ravenous conviction, nails curling into the headboard, so much forced pleasure, savoring in Yoongi’s roughness, pussy pulsating so strongly that you weren't sure what was an orgasm and what wasn't. All over you, through you, in you, clouding your mind and thoughts. Absolute precision, knowing exactly how to fill you, and you clenching him back, molding to him to deliver the pleasure he loved, primal needs being satisfied, everything feeling so good that you became lightheaded, and yet you still found yourself uttering between moans and gasps, declaration being ripped from you because of Yoongi’s perfect cock destroying you mentally and physically.

"It will always be you above all others, Yoongi."

His fingers wrapped in your hair and yanked back, the sudden pain making you scream his name, liquid gushing down his cock and balls, thick and viscous, sticking to both your inner thighs. Your name falling from his lips, a half-moan, half-hiss, his entire length jolting inside you, filling the condom, and Yoongi rolled his hips into you once more, feeling it all, every contour of your pussy constricting around his throbbing cock.

"Fuck..."

Two voices that sounded like one, rough, grating, instinctive, matching in time. Sparks coursing through your veins, body shivering with the aftereffects, squeezing the remnants out of him. His hand reached around; strands still tangled in his fingers.

Yoongi cupped your chin roughly, caressing your skin.

"Above all others, hm?" he breathed, the depth of his voice soothing your thudding heart. Both of you sinking down into the bed, knees giving out, and he was still inside you, gripped tight by your stubbornness, his arms around your shaking body. You closed your eyes, Min Yoongi surrounding you, invading your space with his possessive embrace, his unavoidable presence, his inescapable hold, and you, a willing captive, letting him take over.

His lips against your ear, a familiar purr, your always and forever whisper.

Your shadow.

"I like that."

masterpost

who said people are animals of wisdom? for me, obviously, we are animals of regret people change, just as I've changed there is nothing permanent in the world everything is just a happening passing through

My blog is named after ‘People’ by Agust D, the only song that I’ve ever felt every word and every line, rapped and sang with that exact pitch and emotion, describe me. I’ve always wondered, these thoughts I have, will anyone ever be able to put them into words?

so what? what if you live like that?

And you did, Yoongi, and for that, I am grateful.

#yoongi x reader #yoongi x you #yoongi smut #bts smut #yoongi scenarios #min yoongi smut #min yoongi x reader #min yoongi x you

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stargaze-issei · 4 years

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— "𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐲 𝐦𝐞" (𝐛. 𝐤𝐚𝐭𝐬𝐮𝐤𝐢 𝐱 𝐟𝐞𝐦!𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫)

𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐩𝐭; bakugou and you had been dating for so long, but always had to hide it. he hates hiding you, he hates seeing you sad, and you don’t know how much more you can take.

𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐫𝐞; a little bit of angst at first, but then fluff.

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬; bc… him.

𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭; 2.0k

it had been a long day at your agency, longer than usual at least. a lot of little incidents in your patrol areas, meetings, reports waiting for you to give them a final look. you checked the watch on your desk, almost midnight. by then, only the guards must have been in the building. a long, heavy sigh left your lips. you still had work to do, but the urge to go home was bigger, so after taking your things, you drove home, eager to see your boyfriend. bakugou mananged to get himself the title of number one hero four years after graduation, surpassing even all might himself. seeing him achieve his dreams filled your heart with love and pride, though it still hurt not being able to share those feelings with the world.

on your second year at u.a., katsuki asked you on a date after months of notorious flirting, no one was really surprised, in fact, among your class, everyone was happy because of your influence in the boy. your honey moon period was interrupted a few months later, on what was class a’s last sports festival. as third years already, all the attention was laid on you and your classmates. hundreds of pro heroes expecting to catch the most promising graduates, and your last chance to show you worthy. on every phase, you and bakugou would share knowing glances, secret winks at each other, little reassuring smiles from you and calming head nods from him. with all those cameras making you the center of attention, it wasn’t too hard for people to figure out what was going on between both of you. you ended sixth, only surpassed by uraraka, kirishima, todoroki, midoriya and bakugou, and were really happy with your performance. that same night, after a celebration with all your friends at the dorm, you went into your boyfriend’s room.

he was laying in bed, reading a book, but still reached out to pull you into bed. “mind if i use your computer?” you asked, him humming in agreement, too focused to pay you more attention. first you checked your personal account, when nothing entertainment surge there, you opened your official hero account. as you expected, the festival just endign a few hours ago, the tags were exploding. your face completely change when you started to read.

“so, are we just ignoring the fact that Y/N of all people was making eyes at bakugou the ENTIRE TIME?? keep it in your pants geez”.

“i’m sorry but if you think that bakuy/n thing wasn’t a stunt, you’re wrong”.

“guys. it’s as simple as looking at y/n, and then looking at ✨bakugou✨”.

“yeah it’s a no for me, like ok they’re friends but don’t make it fucking disgusting”.

and you could keep going. most of them were about how someone as great as katsuki could never lay his eyes on you, fewer were about how he was too aggressive and violent for you, and some were just people hating on both of you. tears gather in your eyes, was this what everyone thought? you knew from the beginning the difference between bakugou katsuki and you, who was lucky to even had made it that far, but you didn’t realise just how big the difference was. katsuki immediately felt something was off, so he left his book aside and grabbed your hand.

“i…” was all you managed to say before bursting in tears. bakugou hugged you as fast as he could, whispering softly calming words and leaving small kisses in your head. slowly, he took away the computer to see what made you so upset. blood starting to boil in his veins, his whole self shaking in pure rage. he got up, leaving you in the bed, still a little teary.

“i’m going to kick those losers to the moon, who the fuck are they to say those things? fucking bastards, i’ll shove their words so up thei–” he was walking back and forward in the small space of his room, stopped only when he saw you crying even harder.

“am i really th–that unworthy of you?” the voice crack made his heart break “i know i’m not perfect but i really thought that… that…” bakugou kneeled before you, looking at you dead in the eye. his hands gently reached your wet cheeks.

“don’t say dumb shit, dumbass. you are the most perfect person on this fucking planet, no one, not even youself, can say shit about that, ya’ hear me?” he did his best to calm himself down, knowing that you needed his comfort more than ever.

he took away the laptop before going into bed with you, holding you tightly in his arms. you were still crying, completely unable to get those words out of your mind. you loved katsuki, that you were sure, and he made clear several times that he loved you too, why didn’t people understand that? why it wasn’t enough?.

the next day, aizawa told both of you that in order to keep your mental health, at least until you graduate, to not make it official. he explained how sometimes, pro heroes had to keep their private life in check just to make things a little easier, as unfair as it sounds. so you waited, you graduate and held the impulse of kissing your boyfriend, hugging him, even look at him. it’s okay, only a few more days. katsuki sign a contract for two years with best jeanist, the number three hero at the time. you, on the other hand, had been offered to work with the lurkers, a team conformed by edgeshot, their leader, kamui woods and mt. lady, signing a similar contract to your boyfriend’s. you were overflowed with happiness, your dream had come true, finally you could call yourself a pro hero. you weren’t an intern, you were their equal.

“look, you are a great hero, but you are just starting” edgeshot had call you into his office, the manager of public interactions was next to him, talking to you “i did my research, and i’m going to have to ask you to keep this relationship of yours with ground zero a secret. you have so much potential, you need to leave a good impression or your hardwork would be for nothing.” you looked at your boss, seeing the uncomfortable look on his face. no one liked to ask those things, but sometimes there were sacrifices to be made.

“i have to talk with him first” was all you could say.

it killed you. not being able to love katsuki, to live a secret. most of the time all you wanted to do was scream in the middle of the street, where everyone could hear you. you loved bakugou katsuki, and he loved you, you wanted to spend you whole life with him, without hiding, without lies, without wondering if you were good enough for him. but it couldn’t be. now, four years later, both of you with your own agencies and a steady career, it still couldn’t be. again and again, no matter how many advisors you hired, everyone reached the same conclusion.

katsuki was waiting for you in the couch, watching a movie. instantly, you crawled to his arms, searching for reassurance. at least he was still the same.

“oi, are you okay?” even if his voice came out harshly, you knew he worried.

“i’m tired” you hid your face in his neck, intertwining your legs with his. you didn’t want to cry, but it was impossible to keep all the tears from falling.

“look at me” he said, lifting your face from your chin “what is it?” his eyes creeped inside yours, you hated making him worry, he lived the exact same things you did, but there you were the only one crying.

“i’m tired of this, bakugou” to hear his last name coming from you froze him in his place, what? tired of what? of him? you wanted to break up? “i can’t do it anymore” the way you grabbed his hand gave him confusing signs. “i want to go out with you, to hold your hand in public, i wanna kiss you and hug you whenever i want to, fuck, i want a normal relationship”

oh. it was that. bakugou sighed, a bit relieved. he understood, it was hard on him too, but at the same time, was all both of you knew. your relationship never had a normal phase, he couldn’t even remember the last date you had. how could he miss something he never had? of course, you were different. for some reason, the media had always been harsher on you. if it wasn’t your love life, it was your hero costume, or the way you did your job, how you didn’t have children, that forever tired face you got, they’d always find a new thing to complain. but you had your own fanbase, a lot of people who supported you, not for nothing you were the number four hero. being honest, katsuki didn’t know what to say. he hated seeing you like that, after all those years.

“let’s go out” he talked while getting up from the couch, lifting you with him “put on something comfy, hurry” when he saw you staring blankly at him, he took you from your legs as a bag of potatos “dammit, woman”.

once you got out of your surprise, you did as you were told after your boyfriend left you on the bed. his eyes glowed with a different shine, one that had disappeared a long time ago.

you got in his car, him driving. katsuki seemed happy, and that eased your anxiety. after a while, he parked in the middle of town. despite of the hour, there was a lot of people there, just as he expected.

“we can’t do this” you said, still a bit doubtful.

“of course we can, i’m going out with my girlfriend, i’m going to hold her hand, and i’m going to kiss her whenever the fuck i want, because she’s the baddest bitch out there and doesn’t deserves to be hidden from anyone”.

he said that. your heart raced, your cheeks heated up, what was going on? your belly had a thousand butterflies trying to escape. he said that. for the first time in five years, you kissed him without double thinking. a kiss filled with loved, confidence, feelings you couldn’t even describe.

he got out of the car first and opened your door, reaching out a hand. you were together in this, whatever happened wouldn’t be as bad, because you had him. there wasn’t anything else you needed but bakugou katsuki.

he explained what he planned while driving, you were going to go to every store you wanted, holding hands, sharing kisses. you were going to take pictures and share them with the world. you wanted an ice cream? then both of you would walk the entire tokyo to get you one, not minding the looks, the whispering. this was you and him.

and you did, you spent the most awesome night together, phones exploding with calls of both of you agencies. it didn’t matter.

you ended in a viewpoint, sitting in the back of your car watching the sun rise. a blanket provided the warm lacking from you bodies, even though you were cuddling. every time bakugou was at peace with you, unconsciously started to sing under his breath, in a really low voice. feeling his chest under your skin, his fingers tangled in your head, hearing his deep melodic voice. that’s how you wanted to spend your life.

“marry me” he said, his heart didn’t even race its pace. he was so calm, because he knew that your love was mutual. “c'mon, dumbass, marry me”.

“i love you” was all that left your mouth. he took it as a yes, and he was right. a soft smile curved in his lips, you were his, and he was entirely yours.

#katsuki bakugo x reader #bakugou katsuki #katsuki bnha #bakugou imagine #bakugou headcanons #bnha x reader #bnha bakugou #mha imagines #mha bakugou #mha x reader #bakugou x reader #boku no hero academia #my hero acadamy #bnha fic #mha fluff #bakugou fluff #bakugou angst #– star's; originals! [❀]

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siderealmyg · 3 years

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2D REALITY | ksj

pairing: seokjin x reader ft. jungkook

genre: pwp, smut, somewhat fantasy, anime-real world crossover?

word count: 12.4k

summary: Jin likes his fair share of anime like everyone one else and knows not to question all the shit that goes on but when a big tiddie anime girl deadass pops out of a computer, he rightfully has a few concerns.

warning(s): unprotected sex. masturbation(f). wet dream. oral(f&m). fingering. squirting. titty fucking. threesome. spitroast. ahegao. big anime tiddies. cum eating. cream pie. excessive cum/arousal?. big dick jinkook. swearing. dirty talk. multiple orgasms. weeb jk's dream comes true. slightly possessive and jealous seokjin. dimension hopping?.

The quiet shuffling of feet fills the empty hallway of the brand new dorm. Jin rubs his eyes that are struggling to stay open as he sluggishly walks back to his room from the bathroom. He stops when he notices the door to Jungkook's room ajar and peaks his head inside. Sighing to himself, he goes in and over to the maknae who fell asleep at his desk, and in a very uncomfortable position.

"Jungkook," Jin shakes his shoulder lightly, "Get up and go to bed."

Much to his disappointment, he was out like a light. Not wanting his precious Jungkook to sleep like that, he rolls the chair the younger was in over to his bed, before heaving the muscle baby into it. Sigh tiredly again, Jin puts the chair back and somehow accidentally nudges the mouse on the desk.

Screen turning on, disgust takes over his features as he sees what the youngest had been up to.

"This boy…" Jin rolls his eyes as he kindly closes the tab for nhentai… Only that it doesn't. He waits a few moments before trying again, but the site stays up. "What the hell," Jin deadpans. It was too late for this and he was tired, so he started spamming the exit button.

And boy, did that make matters worse. JK's monitor began glitch in game out, the mouse no longer following his movements. Jin is cursing profusely under his breath as he tries to find a way to make it all stop. After about a good minute, everything freezes and seems to go back to normal. A sigh of relief turns into a shrill shriek when a hand appears on the screen. And it's moving, pushing like it's trying to get out.

Everything happens so quickly, Jin doesn't have time to process it. Before his eyes, the hand reaches out and the rest of its body follows after. A loud thud was heard by no one else but him in the sleeping house. As Jin shakes his head to gather his bearings, he realizes there's something weighing him down. When he looks up from where he landed on the ground, he sees a figure straddling him. "Um… " he starts, "What's going on here?"

"I, uh, I don't know," replies the person meekly. "They have a pretty voice," Jin thinks to himself before he realizes what the fuck is going on. Jin sits up, temporarily forgetting the person that's sitting on his lap until he's face to face with them. He's blinking once, twice before he fully registers the features of your face. The unnatural pink hue of your eye is captivating. Long, thick lash as you blink, eyes adjusting to the darkness of the room, full lips pouty as you look him over. Lilac hair framing your cute face and going down your back with a little strand on top in the shape of a heart that seems to not even be connected to your head.

Jin snaps out his daze when you shift, reminding him of the situation at hand.

“Um,” he clears his throat, “Can you please get off me?” His face is burning and he hopes it's dark enough for you to not notice. Eyes widening, you quickly shuffle off his lap and sit awkwardly on the floor in front of him.

“S-sorry,” you laugh nervously. As confused as Seokjin is, you’re absolutely bewildered. Not quite sure how you even ended up where you were. The last thing you remember doing was looking outside a window due to what seemed like the night sky glitching? Stars going absolutely buckwild and moving all over the place. And then the sky was spinning despite everything being still. Pressing a hand up against the window pane to get a closer look, things got even weirder when it went right through. Next thing you know, you're in this handsome man’s lap.

Jin is about to speak again when a noise catches his attention. Looking over, Jungkook stirs before stilling again. Jin is quick to stand up, realizing that getting out of the maknae’s room is best to figure out the odd situation. Walking towards the door, he looks back at you and motions to follow him. Not really having much of a choice, you follow him into an empty bedroom which you assume is his. The awkward tension becomes much stronger here. Jin turns and looks as if he’s about to speak, but stops. Honestly, what is he supposed to say. Some random girl just popped out of his friend’s computer for fucks sake! For a good, painful three minutes it’s just accidental eye contact and awkward smiles before one of you decides to speak.

“Cleary neither of us know what the hell is happening,” you begin, rubbing the back of your neck, “But, uh, maybe we should introduce ourselves… if that somehow helps. I’m not sure what that’ll do but I’m Y/N.” You finally look at him, a less nervous and friendly smile on your lips.

Seokjin releases a breath he didn’t know he was holding, glad something said since he felt he was about to die of embarrassment.

“I’m Seokjin, but you can call me Jin, whatever's fine,” he holds his hand out which you shake before it falls back to hang at his side.

“Well, it’s nice to meet you, Jin,” you say. “Nice to meet you too,” he gives a tight-lipped smile that mirrors one of your own. Silence fills the air once again. Small talk dying just as quickly as it started.

“Do you know what happened before, you know, I showed up?” the question falls from your lips as an attempt to end another stretch of silence.

Jin noticeably perks up at the question, telling about computer glitching… and the certain website that seemed to cause it. And it surely comes as a shock to you, one that’s not taken too well.

Everything seems to slow down and zone out as you repeat Jin’s words in your head.

“You popped out of my friend's computer. He was... on a site that shouldn’t have been left open and when I tried to close the tab it started bugging out until you showed up.”

“What site was he on that caused me to show up here? you asked, rightfully curious. Jin’s ears turned, “Uh, something called nhentai, I think?” he laughs nervously. “And I, uh, vaguely remember seeing a character that looked suspiciously like you,” he rambles quickly. It’s not his fault his eyes wandered when trying to close the tab, given the acts happening at that moment weren’t the most appropriate.

The silent stream of tears down your cheeks alarms Jin but he couldn’t blame you though, fictional characters weren’t supposed to really know this information, that they weren’t real outside of their reality. He couldn’t imagine what’s going through your head right now.

“S-so, I'm not real?” the sour crestfallen look on your face causes his heart to clench.

“Well, yes, but also no??” Jin’s answer is more a question, but it relieves a bit of the weight of your shoulders. You slowly begin to calm down and try to keep all the questions swimming around your head at bay, expect for one.

“Do you know what he was reading?”

Seokjin tries to remember a name but he was so quick on closing the tab he didn’t spend any time looking at any details.

“I could go see if it’s in his history or something if it will make you feel better,” Jin offers. With a small smile and a nod from you, Jin leaves to head back to Jungkook’s room, grateful that the boy is still asleep. His computer seems to be working normally again, and when he moves the mouse again, he’s faced with the same damn tab that caused all of this. He decided to look up whatever the hell it was on his phone, in incognito mode unlike the shameless maknae, and leave the computer to turn off itself. Way to paranoid that something else will happen.

Back in his room, he finds you sitting on his bed, legs dangling off the floor and feet shuffling together. “Here,” he hands you his phone.

You're shocked to say the least, the sudden self awareness is like a slap across the face. The fact that here, in Jin’s world, you’re a fictional hentai character is… interesting. You’re not ignorant, porn exists and is consumed where you come from, but that fact that you, yourself is a porn character, and a pretty popular one at that, is some pretty heavy information.

“Well, this is one way to break the fourth wall,” you joke, quiet laughs escaping the both of you while you scroll through the fandom wiki page about yourself. “Thanks,” handing Jin his phone back, giving him a genuine smile this time. Releasing a sigh, you flop back the bed.

“Are you okay,” the concern in his voice is evident. He couldn’t imagine what it was like to realize that you weren't exactly real, just a fictional character.

“Yeah, I think I’m fine,” you start, looking over at him, “just really tired.” The event of the night and lack of sleep was catching up, a yawn escaping you, causing Jin to yawn too.

“Well, you can sleep on the bed,” Jin heads to the closet and pulls out some blankets and starts arranging them on the floor.

“W-wait! It’s your room, you should sleep on the bed,” guilt fills you as you watch him set up his little sleeping stop on the floor.

“It’s fine really,” he smiles. You’re about to continue to protest until he’s wrapping himself (and a cute, white alpaca plushie) in a blanket burrito. “Goodnight Y/N,” he says before falling asleep. Sighing to yourself, you pull the covers over your body and drift off to sleep.

Jin winces when he wakes up, body stiff and neck aching painfully. He looks around confused why he’s on the floor when a movement from his bed catches his eye. Peaking up, you come into his view, spread out comfortable and fast asleep. He’s even more confused until he remembers the events of last night.

“That wasn’t a dream!! It was real?!” Shooting up from the floor, he looks down at you bewildered. “What the hell am I going to do?” he mutters under his breath. He starts pacing the room, hands musing his already messed up hair. He contemplates telling Namjoon or Yoongi about the situation, but isn’t sure if it’s worth it. Like how will one or two more confused people help the situation. In the end, he decides against it. But you’re still here in his room. Is he supposed to keep you in here until a way to send you back occurs, because he really doesn’t want to do that. Keep you trapped in this room for god knows how long. He can’t be seen with you out in public either or else a huge scandal will blow up. Sighing, he goes over to wake you up, gently shaking your shoulder.

“Y/N, wake up please. We need to talk,” he says quietly.

After a minute of constant shake, your groaning, stretching out before sitting up, “What’s wrong?”

Jin can’t help but smile at how cute you look. Messy bed hair and speaking in pout. You’re adorable. He gives you a few minutes to wake up and remember the fucked up situation you're in before he speaks.

“We need to figure out how we’re going to do this,” he starts. Head tilting to the side, you look at him questioningly. “I mean about you staying here.” Understanding now, you nod allowing him to continue. “I really don’t want to keep you in here all the time, that’s not fair to you, but it's not a good idea to let you be seen, so I don’t know what else to do. And we also need to find a way to get you back to your world… or dimension.” he finishes.

"Hmm," despite still being half asleep, you agreed with him. The less people are involved the better and going out could possibly be harmful if others find out about how you got here, that’s if they believe the absurd story. And you don’t want to take over Jin’s room, since it’s his personal space, but options are limited here.

“We don’t have to worry about the next few days since we’ll be mostly at work, but we still need a plan-” Jin starts before being interrupted by his growling stomach. “Okay, food first then we try and figure it out,” he smiles, to which you agree.

Jin is grateful the others are still half asleep and don't question why he takes food into his room only to appear moments later. He's also grateful they haven't noticed how tense he is.

"Hyung…" a tired Jungkook waddles his way over, failing to notice how he stiffened up, "thanks for putting me in bed last night," he gives a dimpled smile and harshly slaps Jin's back (how does he have so much strength despite just waking up, we'll never know) and goes to eat with the rest.

The food is consumed quickly before everyone disperses to get ready for the day. While everyone is getting ready at a normal pace Jin is a silent mess.

"Is there anything I can do to help calm you down?" you asked concernedly. Your back is towards him, courteously turning away as he frantically got dressed, but you can feel how anxious he is.

He stops at your words and finally breathes. "I'm okay… just stressed out," he sighs. He's a little bit more than stressed, but dwelling on that won't make the situation better. You hum in acknowledgment while intensely staring at the wall, also trying to silently sort things out. "You can turn around, you know."

Stretching your arms, you flop backwards on the bed, your deep train of thought disrupted when an upside down Jin comes into view.

He's beautiful, even upside down. And despite his haste to get ready, he's still stylishly put together which you think isn't fair. Rolling onto your stomach you take him in fully. It was a really simple outfit, a black crew neck sweater and some jeans but he made it look like more. His plump lips in a pout as he tried to keep his hair in place, no make-up either, and looked better than all humans on Earth. This isn't fair.

"We'll be out nearly the whole day, so you don't have to be stuck in here. I left a little extra food in the back of the fridge so the others wouldn't notice. Uh, is there anything you need that I can try and get?"

"No, I don't think so,"

"You don't need clothes or anything?" he doesn't know how long you'll be here, even if it's a few days you can't keep the same clothes on.

"I can just wash my stuff when you're gone," you reassure him. He nods, but he plans on getting you a few undergarments, and he hopes his size guessing is accurate. And he could just let you wear his stuff for the time being.

"All right then, um, you wear some of my clothes, I don't mind. And if you need anything don't be afraid to ask," he smiles that pretty smile and you melt a bit as you nod and say goodbye. You wait a good 30 minutes to leave the room once the group has left to go wash up and do a little investigating.

Clean panties and one of Seokjin's amazingly soft sweaters you venture down the halls trying to find the room that belongs to the man named Jungkook. Prior to this, you had used Seokjin's laptop, which he permitted, to figure who this fine man was and what he did. That leads to you sitting in a towel for about an hour reading and watching about the boy group you were currently living with and to say the least you loved them. But that's besides the point, we're getting off track. You were now going to try and guess which room was Jungkook's based on what you could gather about his interests and personality. And by the third room, the other two being you assumed to be Namjoon and Jimin, you struck gold as Jungkook gaming setup was a dead give away. Heading directly to the cursed monitor that brought you here, you observe it carefully. It looked normal. Nothing out of the blue. So you inched closer and moved the mouse around and behold! The screen lights up! A sigh of relief escapes you, grateful that it wasn't shut down and didn't require a password. The screen was the same as Jin left it the previous night. The tab with the doujinshi you originate from takes up the screen. Still nothing seemed to happen. So you lightly poke the screen. Still. Nothing. You even put your face up to it and nothing changed. No glitch. No noticeable lag. Nothing. Defeated, you head back to Jin's room for the rest of the day.

It's been five whole days of being in the Bangtan household. Each day you go into Jungkook's room and see if anything happens with his computer and report the same news to Seokjin once he gets home. No strange happens, no glitches if you touch it. It's as if nothing happened to it all.

Deciding it was pointless to visit the monitor, you were currently laying on Jin's bed and watching animal videos, trying to relax. It was boring, but you can't really complain too much. It was a lot better with Jin around to keep you company. He should be home in a few hours anyways.

The cute animals didn't keep you entertained for long, so you closed the laptop and put it away. Maybe a nap would help pass time.

The smell of him was surrounding you. Those delectable, plush lips trail sloppy kisses over your neck, biting gently here and there and leaving blooming marks in their wake. His hands are squeezing you softly as they move over your skin, slowly going lower and lower until he reaches where you need him most. "You're so wet," he whispers, sultry voice shooting a pang of arousal right to your core. His long fingers slowly circle your clit, and he smirks against your skin when you moan his name and beg for more. He happily obliges, moving down towards your needy cunt-

You jolt awake, a sweaty panting mess. "W-what?" You frantically look around confused. "Oh… it was a dream…" you're disappointed once you realize that you're alone in Seokjin's bed, horny as hell and even more tense than before going to sleep. You desperately try to ignore the wetness between your legs by downing a cup of water, but it doesn't help. It's unclear when Jin will be back, the window for his return with the others varies, so you either have a little or a lot of time to get off if you choose to. And by checking the clock, you'd only been asleep for 45 minutes. As the minutes pass by, your mind keeps wandering back to that little dream and the ache for a release increases.

Throwing caution to the wind, you slide your hand into your ruined panties, moaning as you feel how wet you are.

"F-fuck," you whimper, pushing two finger inside of yourself. You don't remember being so sensitive before. Simply finger-fucking yourself wouldn't have you this desperate. Pumping your fingers faster and grinding the heel of your palm against your clit, you imagine that Jin's the one playing with your dripping pussy. Those long fingers hitting deeper than yours could and that sweet voice whispering in your ear. "Fuck...," you moan to yourself. Shirt now pushed up, your other hand plays with tits, pinching and rolling your nipple between your fingers. You're so close, dripping all over the bed but you don't care. Everything felt so good.

"Ohmygod, shit-"

Your eyes snap open, look directly at a very flustered Jin. It's silent as the two of you stare, Jin trying desperately to not look away from your face.

"I-uh, should I? I'm gonna," Jin turns around to leave.

"Wait," you call out meekly. Jin instantly turns back around. "I want you."

All the blood in his body instantly rushed south at your words. And he's at a loss for any. You look so desperate spread out like that, staring him down with those pretty pink eyes. And he heard just how wet you were before you stopped. He ruined your orgasm, he should make up for it right? Making sure the door was locked and thanking the universe he decided to come home instead of eating out with the boys, he threw his jacket to the floor, before climbing on top of you.

Without wasting a second, your lips latch onto his. He's a bit taken aback, but quickly moves his lips against yours, enjoying the needy way you whine as he gently bites your bottom lip before pulling back.

"I like the enthusiasm, but relax a little bit," he pants, that gorgeous smile taking over his features. You're about to go feral. He sits back on his knees, finally getting to properly taking in just how fucked out you look beneath him, eyes roaming over your figure as he pushes his hair back. The jeans he's wearing are doing nothing to hide the obvious bulge beneath them.

Scratch that. You are feral.

"Take your shirt off," you tug at the unwanted fabric that's blocking your view of a body you know was hand sculpted by the Greeks. He obliges wordlessly and quickly, and throws it to some corner of the room.

And indeed, he is a God.

You've never seen someone so fine above you before you just might cry. And that says a lot considering the purpose of your existence.

"What else do you want?" Jin's melodic voice grabs your attention. Hands massage your thighs as he stares you down with hooded eyes. Speechless as you stare at him, and a little bit intimidated with the darkness of his stare you forget to answer him. He tilts his head, an eyebrow raised questioningly and a smirk plastered on his plump lips.

"Eat me out," you say, eyes never leaving his, "p-please."

Jin chuckles as he leans down to kiss you "Okay," is all he says once he pulls back and moves down between your legs.

He doesn't bother to remove your panties, simply pulling them to the side before placing a gentle kiss to your dripping cunt. Grabbing your thighs he pulls you closer to his mouth, tongue licking a stripe up your core. The moan that rips from Jin's throat is surprisingly louder than yours. He suddenly laping furiously at your cunt before pulling "Why the hell is your pussy so sweet?" He's not exaggerating, you taste sweet, and normally this would be kinda weird, but this isn't a normal situation now is it. He doesn't care too much and doesn't give you time to respond before he diving back in and sucking on your clit.

He's so good with his mouth. Those pillowy lips feel so good and he's flicking his tongue just right. He's basically making out with your pussy and you absolutely love it.

"Holy shit!" your back arches of the bed and a hand flying down to grip Jin's hair as his tongue slips inside you, slowly fucking in and out. "Feels so fucking g-good!" Jin hums in response, the vibrations causing you to clench around him. Sitting up on a shaky arm, you watch him. His eyes are closed as he works his mouth over you, moaning occasionally at just how delicious you taste. He must have felt you staring, because he's opening his eyes and starting right back at you with a teasing glint. He pulls back, lips cover in your arousal before his tongue cleans it up. Without breaking eye contact, he pushes your legs a bit further apart, and circles the tip of his tongue around your entrance. You clench around nothing as you whimper and stare down at him, the grip on his hair becoming borderline painful, but he ignores it.

You're close again and you want nothing more than to cum all over his pretty face, but it seems Jin has different plans. With one last sloppy kiss to your pussy he's pulling away and pushing you back down and kissing the other pair of lips you have. It's slow and sensual this time. Gently running the tip of his tongue against the seam of your lips as his hands run over the smooth skin of your waist. A quiet moan escaping your throat once tasting yourself on his tongue as it explores your mouth, going deeper than the rushed kiss shared before. Your hands wander over his toned body, feeling the smooth expanse of his honey skin, fingers tracing the ridges of his abs. The shocked moan he emits when you grab a handful of his ass is heavenly and you hope he continues to make such pretty sounds. Hands dancing around to his hips then back up his stomach, nails gently scratch on the way up. You smile into the kiss when his breath picks up significantly, panting slightly against your lips but still remaining too quiet for your liking. So, your hand travels back down again until it reaches the waistband of his jeans, teasingly running a finger against it before trailing it against his aching cock.

"Don't tease me…" he shudders at the light grazing of your hand against him, hips pushing forward to try to get more friction. You decide to be nice and give his length a squeeze, being instantly rewarded with another angelic moan. He's big, even through his jeans you can tell as much. You're licking your lips at the thought of him filling you up while your hand begins to pump him slowly. He's panting beautifully into your neck, but still trying to hold back and stay somewhat composed. You work him up for a minute before he's swatting your hand away and climbing off the bed, quickly stripping off all his remaining clothes. Standing at the foot of the bed, body glistening from a sheen of sweat in the low light of the room looking heavenly and sinful at the same time. You're about to remove your shirt until Jin stops you,

"Keep it on. You look cute in my clothes," he lazily smiles, enjoying how his shirt is too big for you even when it's pushed up over your chest. Jin gets back onto the bed, hooks your thighs around his hip and runs his hands over your warm skin. Body relaxing for the first time in days as his hands massage you, paying extra attention to tits.

"Feel good?" Jin's question is stupid, you both know it feels amazing, if your head titled back and moans have anything to say, but you still give him an answer, a sighed yes falling from your lips pleasing him. "I can make you feel even better," he declares as he taps the head of his cock repeatedly against your clit. Pleasure shoots up your spine, back arching off the bed as he starts rocking his hips, cock sliding against your dripping core. "You're so wet…" he mutters under his breath, mesmerized by how much you're dripping. Hentai perks he assumes.

"Please, p-put it in," you beg, hips pushing forward as you grow impatient with his teasing.

"Okay, okay relax," Jin playfully rolls his eyes, pushing your leg open further with one hand while the other lines himself up. He pushes in slowly, making you feel every inch as he sinks in, stretching you out deliciously.

"Good lord," he grunts, balls deep in what he would describe as your "magical pussy". Kinda cringe, but he hasn't even moved yet but it still feels heavenly just being inside of you, walls fluttering and dripping around him. "Fast or slow?" he pulls out until just the tip is inside and licks his lips, pretty brown eyes boring into yours.

"Fast. Fuck me fast and hard, please," you whine.

And with a sultry smile, he's thrusting forward, hips snapping while his hands grips your waist, further lifting your arched back off the bed.

"Oh god, oh god, Jin! Fuck!" you scream, hands pathetically gripping the sheets. Head thrown back in ecstasy as Jin pounds into your pussy. You bite your lip trying to stay quiet, wanting to hear the sweet breaths and pants of the man above you, but it proves to be difficult with how amazing he's making you feel. "Oh my god.." you groan, unsure what to do with yourself. Seokjin has rendered your brain to mush.

"Look at you," Jin chuckles darkly, those thick, pink lips forming a smirk, "hasn't even been that long yet you're already a fucking mess."

He's feeling cocky. Having felt like forever since he last had someone, and seeing you enjoying yourself this much was doing wonder for his ego. You look so pretty beneath him, panting and moaning his name while his shirt is pushed up exposing those huge tits that bounce with every thrust. Arms near your head, hands fisted as you look up at him through hooded eyes. Pussy wet and gripping onto his cock like a vice, greedily sucking him back in.

You're a treat.

And he's going to devour you.

Without stopping, he pushes your legs towards your chest, hands resting on either side of your head to hold himself up.

"Oh god, just like that!" This position allows him to go even deeper, his cock brushing against your g-spot. Bringing a hand between your bodies, you tease your aching clit, whimpering as the pleasure intensifies.

"Don't stop, please don't stop!"

"Wasn't planning on it," Jin groans before sloppily kissing you, swallowing all the moans of his name from your lips. He felt like he was about to explode, you're too much for him to handle. "S-shit, rub your pretty clit faster for me," he pants heavily, hastily pushing his sweaty bangs back.

"F-fuck, Seokjin," barely able to speak as your orgasm is quickly approaching, you grab onto his strong forearm with your free hand while gazing into his eyes.

Jim chokes of his own spit, hips stuttering as he looks back at you.

The irises of your eyes have become cute, little hearts!

Jin's not stupid, far from that actually. So he knows what's happening once your eyes roll back, tongue hanging out and moans getting even louder.

Swatting your hand away, he replaces it with his own, thumb vigorously circling your clit, "Cum for me, sweetheart."

At his words your body is tensing, incoherent sounds falling from your lips as your orgasm washes over you. Pussy suffocating Jin's poor dick to the point he can barely move as you tremble beneath him so beautifully. It's only seconds until Jin is filling you up with a melodic moan of your name falling from his lips. There's so much of his warm cum that it leaks out, even though he's still inside.

He pulls out and collapses beside you, arm wrapping around your waist to pull you close. A comfortable silence casts as you lay in each other's arms until…

"Shit, they'll be home soon!" Jin panics as he practically jumps off the bed. You shiver as you sit up, more cum leaking onto the already dirty bed sheets.

"Need any help?" laughing softly at Jin's frazzled state, you move to get off the bed before he's lifting you up into his arms and rushing to the bathroom.

"No, no. Need to get you clean. And the bed too, fuck" he's talking mainly to himself as he places you into the bathtub.

It's been over a whole week now, the last three days a lot more eventful than the previous fiv-

"You're taking me so well," Jin groans as quietly as he can from above you, "Look so pretty sucking my cock." You preen at his praise, humming around his length.

He's so big. Can barely take all of him into your mouth so the rest is being jerked off with your hand that's too small to wrap around him. But that's not the problem. The problem is how you want him to be louder, to use that pretty voice of his and moan, and panting, and whimper at how good you're making him feel.

Unfortunately, everyone is home. What you're doing is risky and slightly dumb, but Jin was dying to know what your pretty mouth could do and just couldn't wait any longer.

"Damn it…" Jin bites his lip, hips pushing up as his grip on your hair tightens. You gag slightly and shift your position, knees hurting from sitting between his legs. His hips move again, and it's obvious he's holding back. Wordlessly, you pull your hands away from him and place them nicely on your lap. You gaze up at him and bat your lashes, mouth unmoving around him. "A-are you sure?" his eyes widen with shock and lust as he takes in your pliant form. You nod the best you can and swirl your tongue around the tip of his cock, sending a shiver up his spine. He stands up off the bed and grabs a fistful of hair to keep you in place. He starts off slow, deep into your throat until he grows impatient and fucks your face. Tears spilling from your eyes as he fucks your throat raw.

"Fuck Y/N.." he trails off, head thrown back in pleasure, "make yourself feel good too, sweetheart.."

Your hand instantly shoots down to your pussy to circle your clit, throat constricting as you moan. He can hear how wet you are and can only assume you're making a mess and dripping all over the floor and that thought alone nearly sent him over the edge.

"You're so good to me, sweetheart. Letting me use you like this," Jin moans, pushing your head forward until his entire cock was buried in your throat, nose touching his stomach. Your whimper around him and speed up your fingers, orgasm growing closer.

He pulls outs before setting his brutal pace again, harshly biting his lips to stop his moans escaping.

"Shit, I'm close," Jin groans, movements growing sloppy. He forces himself to look down and watch you, and that damn ahegao expression is painted on your stupid, pretty face. The sight is enough to send him over the edge before he could warn you and was cumming down your throat. You easily accept it as you suckle around him, milking him for everything he's got, all without stopping the hand on yourself. It when he's pulling his dick out that your orgasm washes over you. Jin has to quickly slap a hand over your mouth to try and silence you, as you tremble from the pleasure. Once he's sure you're quiet, he's pulling up onto the bed and laying down, placing a sweet kiss into your messy lips.

"Sorry about that," you laugh when he pulls back.

"Don't be sorry, you didn't do anything wrong. In fact, you did everything right, better even," Jin smiles cutely, pulling you into his chest for a hug which you happily return.

The both of you lay together and talk about random things until you have the energy to move, but completely avoid the topic of how to get you home.

"You know," you start mischievously, "you're always saying I'm pretty. "

"Yes, because it's true," Jin states matter-of-factly.

"Well, don't you think I'd look prettier with your cum painted on my face?" You ask with feign innocence.

Jin chuckles and grabs a handful of your ass, "Yeah, I think you would."

Everything was going fine.

Until it wasn't.

The problem came in the form of a certain man named Jeon Jungkook.

He knew something was up. Jin's subtle change in behavior was huge for him and he was going to figure out what he was hiding. Devising a fool proof plan so none of his hyungs would catch on.

Pretend to be sick so he could go home early and snoop around.

Easy. And it was, as the car pulls up to their house. Jungkook fakes being in pain as he makes his way up to the house and convinces his worried manager he'll be fine alone. The second the door closes he quietly laughs to himself. Seeing the black car leave, Jungkook begins his investigation, heading directly to the eldest hyungs room.

"Hmm… This one looks good," you spin in front of the mirror after 20 some minutes of going through Jin's closet once again. It's nothing special, just a pretty sage green sweater, but underneath is a surprise for later.

Picking up a random book you've been reading and getting comfortable on the bed, you're completely oblivious to the scheming maknae.

Jungkook is quiet while tip toeing across the house. He's a hundred percent sure Jin is hiding something in his room and normally he would be respectful and mind his business, but he has a feeling that he can't put into words.

It ends up taking him five minutes to reach the door. Yes, five whole entire minutes due to moving slower than a snail. Holding his breath, he wraps his hand around the door handle, turning it excruciatingly slow and pushing it open.

His eyes nearly bulge out of his skull when he sees you on his hyungs bed and wearing his clothes. The audacity. A lot of thoughts and emotions are running through his mind, with anger and disgust at the forefront.

"Who the hell are you?" he's seething, believing that a saesang had broken into their home.

The book falls from your grasp as Jungkook's presence is finally being made known to you. He's glaring at you with so much hatred you kinda want to cry. But you don't get the chance to as he's reaching for his phone, and you start to panic.

"W-wait no! Don't call anyone it's okay! Um, uh I uh I'm allowed in here!" You can tell right away he doesn't believe you. You move to try and take his phone away but "Don't. Move." his voice is void of any emotion. It's terrifying. Completely different from what Jin has told you about him.

You need to think of something fast because he's seconds away from probably getting you arrested and there's no way to tell Jin.

"You know me right! Y-you should recognize me f-from that hentai you like! Haha, um I'm Y/N…" the more you spoke the stupider you sounded, but it seemed to catch his attention. Thumb hovering over the dial button he stares you down. Studying all your features before a look of bewilderment took over his face. He blinks once. Then twice.

"I want you to repeat to me everything you just said," he deadpans, completely astonished you'd think he'd believe such a thing. Although it's not much, you're grateful you have a chance to explain yourself.

You stand on shaky legs as you motion towards the door, "Can I like, show you?"

Without a word, he steps aside and you lead him to his room, which only confuses him even more.

"So, I know there's a slim chance of you believing me. But a week ago, I randomly popped out of your cursed monitor. Sounds crazy, I know. And Jin was in here and took me back to his room. I've been in there for, you know, a week like I said. We've both been trying to find a way to get me back with causing a big deal, but we've clearly been unsuccessful," you explain in one breath, not giving him a chance to interrupt.

He's quiet and you wish you knew what he was thinking about. Walking over to the cursed monitor, he looks to make sure nothing is wrong with it and right when he's about to call the cops on your ass, a glitch happens. The doujinshi shows up on screen despite him not searching it up and noticeably, a prominent character is nowhere to be seen. Click through the entire chapter, the main girl is gone and others have noticed as wells, the comments flooded with questions of what happened.

Jungkook's head dramatically turns to look at you. "See I wasn't lying," laughing nervously waiting for him to say something.

"This doesn't make any sense."

"I'm just as lost as you are."

Well, you assume not getting arrested anymore.

"I guess that explains hyungs behavior…" Jungkook mutters to himself. He's not sure what to do exactly, with himself or this situation. But suddenly it hits him.

The damned character he's been jerking off to is literally right next to him. Something is rising… and it's not Jesus.

"Are you kidding me?!", Jungkook thinks to himself. He's being betrayed by his own body as blood rushes south. "Well, okay, you can stay, I guess," he says diverting his gaze away from you.

Your body significantly relaxes as you release the breath you'd been holding, "Thanks Jungkook," you smile.

He nearly faints, there barely any blood in his head at this point. "She knows my name?!" Mind and heart racing at how good his name sounded from your lips. He's being ridiculous, he knows this, but this whole situation is if we're being honest.

"Hey, are you okay?" you touch his shoulder, concerned about his strange behavior. Jungkook gives a stiff nod and tries to move away from you. You look on confused as he walks away with his back towards, though it's more of an awkward side shuffle. "Are you sure you're alright?" You question him again.

You can't see it, but his face is burning. He feels hot, it's almost as if he's actually sick. He's trying to keep himself composed, but it's like you have some type of effect over him, despite doing nothing.

"Yeah, I'm good! I'm fine!" he strains. He's still facing away because you'd instantly notice the big problem he has.

"... Okay..." you make your way to the door, deciding to leave him be. You stop in the doorframe, looking back to make sure he's fine and catch him staring.

Jungkook almost regrets looking up from the floor. Almost. He just wanted to take one little peak of you and engrave it into his memory. Maybe it's because you were literally drawn to be perfect that he's cartoonishly drooling at the sight of you. Wearing nothing but a big sweater that allows him to look at your legs, going up and up until the sweater catches on the curve of your ass. He should have looked away when he noticed you turning around, instead his eyes zero in on your exposed shoulder to your neck and your lip— You're smirking. Wait why are you—

"Ah, Jungkook, it seems like you do have a little problem," you tease, shutting the door behind you. You make your way until you're directly in front of him, leaning in to whisper directly into his ear. "Or maybe it's not so little after all," you trail a finger against the outline of his erection. He sucks in a breath as he pathetically tries not to bust a nut. "Do you need help?"

"Yes! Oh my god, yes!" Jungkook nods frantically, a bit of a crazed smile on his face because shit he can't believe this is happening.

"I'm all yours," you wink.

Jungkook pulling you flush against him and smacking his lips against yours. He's very vocal, soft whimpers never stop escaping his throat as he devours your mouth. His hands moving underneath your sweater and running against your back and touching you all over. He's handsy, too, going to massage your boobs. He groans when he feels the weight of them in his palms, big and warm. He wants to lay down and nuzzle his face between them and just stay there. But then he has a different idea that has his dick twitching in his pants.

"Can I fuck your tits?" he mumbles against your lips.

You giggle, giving a small push to his strong chest, "Of course."

He's picking you up and placing you back down onto the bed quicker than you can blink. His lips are back on your as his hands push your shirt over chest, exposing the matching white set to his greedy eyes. Jungkook's impatiently tugging the only piece of clothing off your body and starting in awe.

"You're perfect," he says, running his hands down your torso.

"Well, I'm quite literally drawn to perfection so," you laugh, "Let's see how perfect you are," you tilt your head, looking at him expectantly.

Jungkook moves quickly to remove everything waist down, leaving him only in a plain black shirt. You raise an eyebrow at him, but he gives no response, just goes over to the nightstand and takes something out. He stands at the foot of the bed, hand gripping his cock.

He's huge, and you don't know why that's so surprising. It's probably safe to assume that all the men that live in this house are. You're taking off the useless bra, teasing him by pushing your tits together. His grip tightens around his length, his lustful eyes watching your every move. You push them together again, a mischievous look in your eyes, as you lean your head forward and flick a nipple with the tip of your tongue and sucking them into your mouth. Jungkook tosses whatever he has in his hand onto the bed, and crawls on top of you and soon makes himself comfortable as he straddles your chest, hands roughly massaging your tits.

"Stop being a tease," Jungkook glares at you, gently swatting one of your boobs You giggle carelessly, bravely reaching out to grab his leaking cock, smearing precum over the tip. "Hurry up then," you retort, pushing it further by licking the tip.

He's hissing at your touch and pinning your hands above your head, "You're on thin ice," he threatens. You huff slightly but do nothing more.

He picks up the mystery item, a bottle of lube. You shiver as the cold liquid hits your chest and as excitement fills your veins. He then moved your arms, instructing you to hold your tits together.

"God damn," Jungkook groans, finally pushing his cock between your warm chest. The shirt he oddly decided to keep on was blocking the view for the both of you, and you're about to complain until he goes to remove it. It at least you thought he was.

Instead, he's pulling the front of the shirt up and holding it between his teeth, allowing you to see a lot but not everything. His pace picks up after this. He's thrusting quickly against you, pretty moans slightly muffled but still a delight to hear. Those pretty doe eyes, partially blocked by his long, fluffy hair, rolling back in his head, causing him to blink repeatedly to refocus his vision. Jungkook really is a sight to see like this.

"Mmhfuck!" Jungkook moans when you finally, /finally/ take him into your mouth. He's been waiting, but too afraid to take more than what you're giving him. He shivers in pleasure as his cock slips through your breasts and into your awaiting mouth, your tongue happily greeting his tip every single time.

"Fuckfuckfuck I'm gonna cum!! Fucking shit, this feels so goodmmhm!" The incoherent yelling inside Jungkook's mind translates into salacious moans as his body trembles above you. His sculpted thighs and abs tensing as his high approaches.

Jungkook's hands come down on top of yours, squeezing your chest together more. You let him take control of that and slips your hands out from underneath his own, running them over the smooth skin of his thighs. He's jolting at the touch, hips stuttering as he tries desperately not to come undone yet. But that becomes increasingly difficult when your nails are gently scratching down his thighs and lips suckling on his cock.

" 'mso close," his words slur together as he ruts harshly against you. Digging your nails into him and sticking your tongue out, you watch as he falls apart above you. Beautiful face flushed with pleasure as he cums all over your face and chest, moaning your name over and over again.

"Oh my god… " Jungkook pants looking down at you, messily decorated with streaks of his cum and lube. He doesn't move, just stares at you mesmerized.

"You good?" you giggle softly, rubbing his arms. He snaps out of his haze and smiles, "Yeah, I'm great." He still does nothing, eyes racking over your figure until he's jumping in action, scaring the shit out of you as he maneuvers himself so he's level with your chest.

"What the hell–oh~" you're moaning when Jungkook licks your chest, collecting his own cum on his tongue, cleaning up the mess he made. A hand grazes your hip, moving downward to your inner thigh, gripping in gently to move your legs apart. "Jungkook, touch me," you groan, spreading your legs more and directing his hand to your covered core. The panties you still had on are useless at this point, having been completely soaked through. Jungkook simply moves off of you and tugs at the waistband, signaling he wants them off without detaching his mouth from your nipple.

Once your panties are flung randomly somewhere in his room, and you're a hundred percent sure you're not getting them back and he wants to keep them, a souvenir of sorts, he's instantly touching you, two fingers running up your dripping slit before circling your clit.

"Oh shit.." you're sighing as he plays with your pussy while his mouth is still working on your chest. "mmh, more."

"More of what exactly?" he says against your skin, looking up at you through his lashes.

"Put– shit– fuck me with them" you manage to say while he roughly toyed with your clit.

"Okay, baby!" Jungkook smiles cutely, plunging two fingers deep inside of you. The use of the pet name and his long fingers inside of you has moaning his name and back arching off the bed.

You're insanely wet, dripping all over his hand and onto his bed as he pumps his fingers inside of you. Jungkook's cock is hardening again at the absurd squelching from your wetness and your breathy moans.

"You're soaking the bed, baby," he laughs huskily into your ear, curling his fingers upward.

"Oh fuck! Right t-there!" you scream, grabbing onto his arm to keep him in place. You tighten around him as he strokes your g-spot, a lustful smile on his lips as he watches you.

He sits up to look at the mess between your legs, "You got even wetter…" he bites his lips, "You close? You gonna cum for me?"

"Yesyesyes, Jungkook I'm so close fuck," you pant, head thrown back in ecstasy. Jungkook quickens his paces, pushing his finger all the inside you, making sure his palm rubs against your clit, wanting you to reach your high as soon as possible so he could finally be inside you.

"Shit, oh my god, Jungkook please."

"That's it baby, cum for me."

Your back is arching off the bed with a scream of his name, your wall clenching his fingers to a halt as your orgasm washes over you.

You black out for a second before your body calms down, blinking repeatedly to fix your blurred vision. When you finally stop seeing fuzzy dots, you see Jungkook. His eyes are dark with a lustful haze, are wide in shock. The corner of his mouth pulled up into a smirk as he pants heavily. You follow his gaze downward to see what has his attention. Warmth floods your cheeks when you see droplets slowly trailing down Jungkook's lower half and the huge puddle between your legs.

"You fucking squirted," Jungkook whispers in amazement. His eyes snap up to yours, a devious glint in his eyes, "Gonna make you do that again but on my cock, how does that sound hmm?"

You whimper at his words, and he's leaning to kiss, his tongue instantly invading your mouth. But he's pulling away quickly and laying down back, motioning for you to straddle him.

You looked so good below him and even better on top. Your entire body exposed to him as you sat patiently on him. He spends a good minute looking you over before you grow impatient and start shifting around, causing you to rub against his length.

"Alright, I won't make you wait any longer," he laughs.

"Thank god," you playfully roll your eyes while lifting your hips up while reaching back to line him up to your entrance. In one motion, you're sinking down onto him, moans erupting from the both of you.

Wasting no time, you move up and down on his thick cock, catching him completely off guard and another moan ripping from his throat.

"You feel so good around me, so tight I love it," Jungkook pants, his beautiful face contorted with pleasure. His praise encourages you to move faster, switching between circling your hips and bouncing in his length, wanting him to make more of those pretty moans for you.

Jungkook watches with lust-filled eyes, enticed by the way your boobs bounce with each movement, how your thighs tensed and your breathless pants. But this wasn't enough for him, he felt greedy. He wants more. He's gripping your waist and shifting his legs so his feet are flat on the bed. You don't notice his movement, too absorbed in the pleasure. You do notice when he's roughly thrusting up into you, a string of curses leaving your lips.

"Holy f-fuck, Jungkook yes!" you're shouting as he pistons his cock in and out of your pussy.

"Huh baby, you like that?" Jungkook chuckles darkly. His hand trails down to grip your ass, all control being put into Jungkook's rough hands. Your answer comes in a wanton moan of his name and tightening around him.

You're rendered speechless, broken whines and pants puffing past your lips as Jungkook's thick cock continuously pounds into you. Thoughts full of nothing but him and how good he's making you feel, causing you to forget about everything with a blissful fucked-out smile on your face.

While you're carefree, Jungkook is doing his damn best at focusing and trying not to cum inside you like he desperately wants to in order to make this last. But that's obviously a challenge. This is probably one of the hardest things Jungkook has ever done in his life! How is he supposed to not lose his mind while your cunt is clenching his cock with a vice grip, your moans ringing in his ear and looking so delectable above him.

"Fuck…" Jungkook groans, mentally yelling at himself to stop thinking. He needs to distract himself to hold off a little longer, but you're filling all his senses it's nearly impossib–

"Hey Jungkook! Haha are you feeling… any… better…"

The door to Jungkook's room is busted open and a panicked Seokjin walks in, a bead of sweat running down his temple.

All movement stops and silence fills the once loud room.

Jungkook lays there, frozen in embarrassment and shock as Jin stands by the door, that is wide open by the way.

You're confused as to why Jungkook had stopped, not hearing Jin walk in, and you're slowly growing irritated. You pout down at him and attempt to move your hips, but Jungkook's grip on you prevents you from moving much. Your confusion grows until the sound of the door closing behind you. Whipping your head around, you're surprised to see a frazzled Jin looking back at you.

"Jinnie, you're back!" you smile and twist your body around more to greet him.

"Jungkook what the hell is going on?" Jin glares, although it's not meant for you, you're the only one who sees it.

You look back down at the man beneath you whose nervousness is radiating off of him more powerfully than the horniness that consumed him a few moments ago. You look back at Jin, now looking unamused, "We're fucking."

"Okay, and how did you two get to this point?"

"He found me in your room."

Jin sighs, "And why did you end up on his dick?"

…

"Why not?"

Jin pinches the bridge of his nose. Fucked-out you clearly wasn't going to get him answers. But he's also glad you're still in the house safe.

Walking over to the side of the bed, he looks directly at Jungkook, who's currently looking directly at the ceiling.

"Jungkook."

"Jin-hyung."

"Do you want to explain to me what's going on?"

"... No not really."

Jin sighs again.

"There really isn't much to explain, it's pretty self explanatory," Jungkook says.

Jin opens his mouth to speak again but Jungkook cuts him off, "C-can we talk about this when we're done please."

"Fine," Jin sighs for the third time, he wouldn't even be able to properly scold the boy with you sitting there looking all desperate and needy. "Hurry up."

"Wait no! Join us!" you reach out for Jin as he begins to walk away. He looks at you skeptically, then at Jungkook who still refuses to meet his eyes, then back at you. You're begging him with your eyes despite being seated on another man's cock.

"Are you okay with this, Jungkook?" Jin asks, but his attention is fully on you.

"Yeah sure– fuck baby don't squeeze me like that!"

With Jungkook's spoken consent, all control is wordlessly put into Seokjin's hands.

"Get on your hands and knees, sweetheart,"

Jin stands at the front of the bed. The clanking sound of his belt encouraging you to reluctantly get off Jungkook. You obediently got into position, your face at eye level with his crotch. Licking your lips at the sight of his pants unzipped before you.

"Jungkook," Jin starts while a hand runs through your hair, "Fuck her real good from behind, okay?"

Jungkook is moving faster than any other human has moved before, hurriedly getting onto his knees. With trembling hands, he's lining himself up to your entrance before sinking right in, a strangled moan passed through his lips. Roughly gripping your hips, he's setting a punishing pace right from the start. You're instantly thrown back into the onslaught of pleasure, a moan bubbling in your throat but Jin is slapping his hand over your mouth.

"Everyone's home, so keep it down," Jin chuckles. "Actually, I think I know how to keep you quiet, sweetheart."

Taking his hand away from your mouth, he goes and fishes his cock out from the confines of his jeans. Teasing you by slowly stroking up his shaft while looking directly into your eyes.

"Open up," he taps the tip against your lips and you're instantly taking him in, swirling your tongue around before taking him down your throat.

The two men above you groan quietly at the sight. Jin's hand entangles into your hair while one of Jungkook's arms wraps around your body to softly circle your clit. Your moans vibrate around Jin's length, causing the man to bite his plump lip.

"You're so good, ugh, so good for us, sweetheart.." Jin mutters as he throws his head back as you quicken your pace.

"She's perfect," Jungkook pants out, watching you take Jin's cock down your throat from over your shoulder. He leans forward more until his lips touch your shoulder, placing gentle kisses as a way to distract himself from being too loud.

He knew he wasn't going to last long, his release so close before being interrupted, but that didn't stop him from relentlessly pounding into your sopping wet cunt. Every clench of your walls and every choked moan pushed him closer and closer to the edge. He's panting directly into your ear. His sweet voice laced with pleasure and your name.

Jin wasn't doing much better. If the warmth of your mouth wasn't going to make him lose his mind, then maybe the fact that you're fool shamelessly all over his dick will. Or the wonderful vibrations each of your constant moans stimulates him with. If he really cared, he'd be embarrassed by how easy it was for you to him this riled up, but how could you when you're getting head this good? Entangling hand hand into your hair, Jin slowly fucks your throat, a complete contrast to the way Jungkook is pounding into your cunt.

"Baby, fuck– I'm gonna cum," Jungkook whispers to you. You couldn't see it, the way his pretty lashes were fluttering as he lost focus. The fingers on your clit speed up as he shifts to go deeper inside you, hitting that /one/ spot. The stimulation of your g-spot was enough to trigger your orgasm, Jin's cock slipping from your mouth as your pussy spasming around Jungkook's thick length.

"Oh fuck," Jungkook's harshly biting his lip, doing his best to contain the noises that threaten to escape as he comes inside you.

Hot ropes of cum fill your cunt while he whimpers directly into your ear. He keeps one arm wrapped around your waist, smoothing over your skin and holding you against his sweaty chest as you ride out your orgasm. Heavy breathing fills the still space of the bedroom, Jungkook's breaths tickling your skin as he lays against your back.

Unwillingly, Jungkook sits up and slowly pulls out, watching as some of his cum drips out and down your thighs in a tantalizing trail. He begins to move behind you, shuffling to be seated at eye level with your creamy cunt.

"Oh!~" you turn and gasp when Jungkook licks his way up your thighs, cleaning up everything that had dribbled out of you. His positioning is a bit awkward but that doesn't stop him from eating his own cum out of your cunt, lapping at your sensitive folds leisurely as his fingers gently push into you causing more of his cum to spill out into his greedy mouth.

With a final kiss to your clit, he's pulling away and laying flat on his back, licking the remnants off his lips with a satisfied smile.

A gentle hand on your chin directs your attention back to the man in front of you.

His eyes that were usually kind and bright were hooded, darkened with lust as he holds your chin delicately between his thumb and index finger. Seokjin tilts his head to the side, studying you while he thinks deeply.

"Sweetheart," Jin says to regain your attention that had drifted to his cock dangling directly in front of your face. Snapping your eyes back to his, he continues, "lay against Jungkook for me."

Following his directions, you lay back in the open space between Jungkook's legs, back sticking to his hard chest. Immediately, Jungkook passes his arms from underneath your own and grabs handfuls of your tits. You relax against his body as his hands work your chest, humming in delight when he massages then harder.

"You're having a hard time keeping your attention on me, sweetheart. What do I have to do to fix that?" Seokjin asks, cocking his head to the side. He's situated himself between your spread legs, a hand smoothing against the soft skin of your thigh.

"Fuck me," you don't hesitate, staring straight into Jin's eyes. You can feel Jungkook huff a laugh against your neck where his lips have been sucking bruises.

"Well," smirking, Jin pushes your thighs close to your chest, exposing your abused pussy, "if that's what it takes." He sinks his cock inside you in one quick thrust, groan when you pulse around him.

He's gained you're undivided attention now, your lust-filled eyes glued onto his as he pounds into you. He smiles, happy to see you quivering with pleasure underneath him, his name falling from your kiss-swollen lips, your arms moving to wrap around his neck to pull him closer.

He would never admit it out loud, but as much as watching you fuck Jungkook turned him on, he couldn't help but feel a little jealous seeing you give your attention to someone else.

"Jin, f-fuck harder! Please go harder!" you beg, head thrown back as broken moans escape your sore throat.

Pausing momentarily, he drags you down lower on the bed and out of Jungkook's hold, now laying in the open space between his thick thighs. Back flat against the mattress, Seokjin parts your legs, hands holding your thighs before roughly thrusting inside you, causing both of you to moan. Following your wishes, Seokjin fucks into you faster and deeper, one of his hands moving closer to rub at your clit.

Jungkook was disappointed when you were pulled away from him, but it didn't last long. Watching your face contorted in pleasure while your boobs bounced vigorously with each hard thrust made up for the absence of your body against his.

"You look so pretty, baby," Jungkook reaches down to move the hair out of your face. You moan at his praise, head nuzzling into his hand as he softly played with your hair. "Does it feel good? Tell me how good he's making you feel."

You could barely process the question, mind too fucked out to think properly.

"He asked you a question, sweetheart, answer him," Jin pressed down roughly on your clit, causing your back to arch of the bed.

"S'g-good! Ah! Feels fucking Aa-amazing!" your words come out more slurred than intended, but it's hard to speak with such a big cock inside you! "I'm gonna cum," you moan, gripping the sheets and Jungkook’s thigh to ground yourself.

At your words, Seokjin somehow manages to go even faster, hips snapping with a purpose. Even if you hadn't said anything, he would know you were close to the edge. The telltale signs of your orgasm written all over your body.

The way your mouth hangs open with the corners pulled up into a lustful smile, short pants and moans never ceasing. The irises of your pink eyes transform into little hearts before your eyes start to roll to the back of your head. Your pussy is getting even tighter and impossibly wetter.

Jungkook stares in complete awe and arousal. His cock twitching at the erotic sight of your reaching your high.

"Seokjin fuck! Pleaseplease so good, wanna cum!" spewing please and praise out of your unfiltered mouth repeating his name like a mantra.

"Then do it. Show Jungkookie how pretty you are when you cum," Seokjin commands. A few more strokes and one final presses to your clit and your convulsing around him. Body trembling from the power of your release. Eyes shining that signature pretty pink as that icon lewd facial expression takes over your features. The sight so arousing that Jungkook cums untouched, hips bucking into the air while he moans shamelessly, streaks of cum coating his torso white.

"Shit, look at that. You're gonna make me cum," Jin groans. He isn't too far behind, his dick twitching as he watches you shaking beneath him. Trapping you with his arms on either side of your head, he's pushing in balls deep he comes inside you, melodic voice singing your name as he does.

The sight of him above you glorious. Sweat dripping down the column of his neck and the length of his body. Chest heaving and eyes closed as he basks in the post orgasmic bliss. And then he's opening his eyes, and you swore you could come again just from that look alone. Unfocused, hooded lustful gaze peering down at you becomes all the more sinful when the corner of his lip pulls up into a lazy smirk. Leaning down, he kisses you, his lips molding with yours shorter than you would like. The three of you groan when he pulls out, cum instantly spilling out and making the bed beneath you even messier.

"Ah, we need to get cleaned up first," Jin laughs when you try to pull him down towards you. If you had the energy, you'd try and convince him to lay with a for a little bit, but instead you let the both of them do what they want.

By some blessing, the rest of the group heard and suspected nothing, making the quick trip to the bathroom easy. You're now happily back in Jungkook's clean bed, one of his shirts adorning your body, and his hands somehow up the front caressing your chest. His lips attacking your with playful kisses, tongue darting out only to retreat moments later.

"Can you keep your hands off of her for even five seconds?" walking into the room Jin questions Jungkook, whose tongue was now down your throat and his hands still massaging your tits, eliciting soft whimpers from you.

He pulls back, cheeks dusted pink, "I mean I could, but why would I want to?" His hands leave your boobs, moving to your low back and pulling you into his chest. Seokjin rolls his eyes as he climbs into the bed behind you, his broad chest against your back.

"Both of you need to sleep," Seokjin mutters, trying to keep his eyes open. Before he drifts off, he's turning your face towards him, gently kissing you.

"Goodnight, sweetheart," Jinnie smiles, wrapping an arm around your waist.

Jungkook peppers your face with kisses before placing a final kiss on your lips, "G'night, baby."

"Goodnight Jin. Goodnight Jungkook," you giggle quietly. In minutes you're falling asleep comfortably.

Your sleep is disrupted by an irritable itch on your leg. You've tried scratching at it but it won't go away. So now you're lying fully awake, with more parts of your body itching. You want to get up to see what's wrong, but you're still sandwiched between the two men and incredibly sore. You try a go back to sleep, but the itching is becoming unbearable.

You do your best to climb out of bed, trying your hardest to not disrupt the other two, and thankfully succeed. Deciding to go to the bathroom to check out what's wrong, a light catches your eye. Turning your head to the source you see it

Jungkook's monitor in on.

And you know it wasn't when all of you went to sleep.

You slowly make your way towards the desk, but stop when you feel the itching get more intense.

"Oh! I can probably go back!” you think to yourself. Walking up to the desk, the annoying itching turns into a subtle warmth. You don't dare touch the cursed monitor. Not yet at least. You look around, spotting a pen and a pad of sticking notes. You obviously didn't want to leave without an explanation. Writing up the little note, you make your way back into Seokjin's room as quietly as possible and try to find your clothes in the dark, too scared to turn the light on and get caught. It took a good eight minutes of squinting in the dark to find the clothes you originally can here in and change into them before going trekking back. They were still asleep. Placing Jungkook's at the edge of the bed you walk back to the desk.

You place the note in the most noticeable spot, on the mouse. Taking a deep breath, you take one last look at the two handsome men and smile.

"I hope I remember all of this…," you smile to yourself. Directing your attention back to the monitor, you reach your hand towards it, the screen and your body glitching until…

You're gone.

That's the first thing Jin notices when he wakes up. He instantly becomes worried after he checks his room and the bathrooms only to see you're nowhere to be found. Abruptly waking up Jungkook, he informs him of your sudden disappearance.

"Where could she have gone, though?" Jungkook pouts, his sleepy brain stressed out. His eyes wander around his room, trying to see if anything looked out of place.

"Wait, what's this?" Jin bends down to pick something up. It's the shirt you were wearing the night before.

"Nooo, Y/N looked so cute in that!" Jungkook pouts even more.

"Now is not the time," Jin glares, "Why did she take this off?" Jungkook shrugs.

They sit in silence for ten minutes, trying to figure out why you were suddenly gone. With his brain finally being fully awake, it dawn on him.

"Did she go home?" Jungkook asks out loud.

There's a beat of silence, before they're racing over to the God forsaken setup, spotting the sticky note on the mouse almost immediately. Their worries vanish at the sight of the neatly drawn note, instead relief and a light sadness fills their chest, but they know you're safe.

Jin picks up the note as Jungkook reads it over his shoulder.

"Hey, it seems I finally have a chance to go back home. Which is a good thing, but I really don't want to leave. It's been so nice staying here, but who knows what you happen if I stayed longer. (I do know of one thing that would happen if it stayed, if you know what I'm saying heehee). It's bittersweet. I have no idea if I'll remember any of this, but I really hope I do. You two showed me a really good time. Seokjinnie, thank you so much for taking care of me for the past few weeks, I greatly appreciate it and I love u<3. And Jungkook, I love u too<3, but I fucking hate your cursed ass monitor, but at the same time I'm grateful because I got to meet you. Anyway, don't worry too much about me, it won't do you any good. Regardless of what happens, I'll miss you soooo much!

– love Y/N

P.S. I left pretty much everything, yes that includes my panties so be good and share and have fun with those you filthy perverts!<3"

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badapricot · 3 years

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Lovely Writer: Special 1

This is a rough translation of the first Lovely Writer special. There are 8 in total and other side stories that the author compiled. I’ll try to post 1 a week since they do vary in length, and some are a lot lengthier than this one.

This special is from Nubsib’s POV and it’s about Nubsib remembering his feelings for Gene after seeing him on Facebook, and becoming fixated. Nubsib is 15 at the time and Gene is 20.

At that time, I was in the ninth grade.

Since middle school, my parents had sent me to study abroad with my brother. Because of the wealth of my family, this was never an inconvenience. But living alone in a place that wasn’t your home country required a lot of adjustment, mainly doing everything on your own. You had to learn things that you’ve never seen and known.

This was one of the methods of teaching the sons of the Thanakitpaisan family.

It was their luck to have a son who was mature since childhood. It didn't take long for me to get used to the culture there, where I went to parties, attended sports clubs, worked a part-time job, and even had typical American teen sex. Being Asian did give me some advantages, when it came to distinguishing myself from the others.

I could only smile when talking to the many blonde women who bragged about our experiences in bed, amongst their group of friends. After some time, I felt differently about it.

"Sib.”

"Yes?" I leaned back on the sofa, and raised my head from his screen when I heard my name.

Neung came downstairs. He was wearing a thick gray cardigan with a scarf. "I’m going to go meet a friend. You're not going anywhere today, right? "

"Hmm."

"Okay, I might be coming back late. Please get my package when it arrives. You’re not going out with your girlfriend, right?”

"We broke up.”

"Huh?” Neung frowned. "You dumped another one? Again? You know, you don’t have the face of a womanizer.”

"…"

Neung opened the door of the house. For a moment, the cool outside air blew in, until the hot air from the heater disappeared. I didn’t care much about either, and stayed looking at my phone screen.

I’m not a womanizer.

It’s just that every time I got together with a girlfriend, something felt wrong. I knew I wasn’t in love with the first girl. The others, I didn’t like particularly much. Sometimes the girls didn’t like me much either, and only wanted a partner themselves, so we’d eventually separate.

It was true, that I was only in the ninth grade. But sex here was too normalized. It had become so normal that I’d become bored. When sex became so commonplace, all excitement was lost.

Mom: (send picture)

Mom: I’ve sent you Thai ingredients that should be delivered soon. They’ll be waiting for you.

Mom: Today, I went to see Aunt Run, do you still remember the house next door? Today is the Aunt's birthday. All of her sons have come home.

Mom: I saw it and I missed you and Neung.

I looked at the message that popped up, from the other side of the world. It was dark here, but over there it was probably in the middle of the day. It was time for them to eat.

Mom: Do you remember Gene? Gene and Jap are all grown up.

Gene?

After reading my mother’s message, it was natural to think of the past. I missed it. During my childhood I would run and play with him everyday, and just the same, Gene would play with me almost every day.

I still remembered “P’Gene” clearly after all these years.

We were five years apart. But we somehow became closer than me and my own brother. Since I moved out of the house, we never saw each other again. We didn’t have any more contact with each other.

When my mother talked about that time, I felt nostalgic.

I moved my finger to type to ask for a picture from my mother. In the end, I sent a simple sticker. I sat on the sofa in the living room for awhile before retiring to my bedroom to shower.

In my warm bedroom, so different from the night air outside, I picked up my phone again. I went to Facebook to catch up with everything back home. My finger kept scrolling through my news feed, my face blank. I started to feel sleepy, but before I could fall asleep I saw a status.

I wasn’t friends with the person who posted. But I was friends with his mother, who was tagged in the photo.

Jap Jarernpipat posted a picture.

This year, my mother has lost another year, haha.

In the picture was a group of six people. The background was a wide garden and a long table. Both of my parents, and Auntie Run and Uncle Teep were there. But the one that most caught the eye was the man in the lower right corner.

The other person grinned until his eyes were crescents. His hands were raised, flashing a peace sign. His hand held a cake tray with a delicious golden egg. The corner of the mouth was stained with white cream, like he was teasing someone. He was smiling, which made his cheeks round and full.

I couldn't take my eyes off of him. For a second, there was a strange numbness in my fingertips and toes.

I didn’t need anyone to tell me who that was.

P’Gene.

He was still wearing a white uniform shirt. It had been many years since we’d met, if counted by age. Gene would have been in university for three years.

Usually, I was the kind of person who didn’t care about the people around me, or anyone else. But this time, I couldn't control my fingertips. I clicked onto Jap’s Facebook page.

Chasing him down, I found a status posted with the person I was looking for tagged.

Jap Jarernpipat posted a picture

My brother brought me to the movies. What kind of crazy alien movie is this? I might puke, but maybe you guys on Facebook will like it.

The post was from three days ago. One was a picture of a cinema ticket on the top floor of a department store in the heart of Bangkok and the other was of P’Gene in a T-shirt and jeans. He hugged a bucket of popcorn. His hand was holding a large glass of water, lifting it up to his lips and sucking. It was a funny candid photo that many of his friends on Facebook commented on to make fun of him.

...but for me, the only word that came to mind was “lovely”.

I didn’t know why I was doing this but I pressed “save that image”.

Jap Jarernpipat posted a picture

My stupid little brother, you make the whole house look bad.

They were in a garden in the corner of the house that felt familiar to me, but was a little fuzzy. They were in front of a flower bush that had been trimmed into a square. Gene was sitting down, with his butt on the ground. A blue hose fell next to him, the hose spraying in another direction. It made him wet all over soaking his shirt, the thin material clinging to his body.

Both of his arms were behind him, to support his body. Therefore, his shirt and body were stretched, so I could see two small nubs contrasted and poking through his white shirt.

My eyebrows furrowed together, and I frowned.

I cursed when my body immediately had a strong reaction, just from the one picture.

I pressed the comment section, when I saw the high number of comments.

Jiranon Jarernpipat: Jap stop posting pictures of other people.

(Reply) Jap Jarernpipat attached video clip.

I clicked play immediately.

"Ow, P’Jap!”

“Hahaha, why would you say you’ll help me water the plants? You can help if the grass is dead.”

“Can you turn off the water for me first? Why are you recording?”

P’Gene raised his white hand. He wiped the water from his face, and pushed himself off the ground. His shirt clung to his body, so I could see everything. He had the voice of a man, but he was still so cute.

Finally, the clip ended.

There were still a lot of other videos that Jap posted pranking Gene, all of which stopped me from becoming bored. I saved all of them to my phone and computer. In the end, when more and more accumulated, I created a whole separate folder.

That night when I fell asleep, my brain was filled with pictures of the boy next door, who I hadn’t seen in years.

Another morning, days later, I woke up frowning, and I had to gently breathe out. I’d dreamt of P’Gene again. Since seeing that picture that night, there hadn’t been a day where I could go without seeing his face.

I knew Gene’s Facebook. But he didn’t update much, except to change his avatar or cover photo. But Jap’s Facebook page had tons of pictures of Gene. So I was still able to look at Gene’s pictures and progress in life everyday, like some kind of psychopath.

Even when I closed my eyes to sleep sometimes, I still saw his pictures.

I didn’t want to be this way, but I couldn’t control my subconscious.

I always saw Gene lying in my wide bed. He would smile at me, his cheeks soft and reddish. His hands would hold on to me, and his mouth would gently say, “Sib.”

It was a fantasy that any teenage boy would have. But it wasn’t a woman. Instead, it was the boy next door, who always loved and saw me as a brother.

I circled back to look at his pictures every day. In the end, the feeling accumulated like a huge mountain of snow.

I want to meet him in real life.

I want to hug him.

I want to smell him.

I want to kiss his mouth. I want to do to him what I do in my dreams.

Since the day I saw his picture and until today, my thoughts and feelings had become more and more intense. So intense, that sometimes I was afraid of myself.

I’d already decided how I’d deal with this.

“Will you finish school here?” Neung had packed all his bags and was ready to go because he finished his studies. I leaned against the door frame, looking into his room.

“Actually, it’s nice here too, you know.”

"No, I'm going home."

“So you’ve changed your mind then?”

I nodded.

“Well, our house is nice and of course, our parents miss you too.”

"…"

"I'm not going to be here anymore, don't bring any women into the house...but you're not dating any girls lately. So it's fine."

I sent off my brother, who took a taxi straight to the airport to go back home to Thailand. Personally, I still had a year to complete my studies.

In the past, I had never thought or worried about how fast or slow time would pass. But now, I felt jealous of my brother.

Back at the house, I picked up the phone. I was still for a while. Maybe it was because Neung had returned to Thailand, but I felt like chasing pictures wasn’t enough anymore. My fingers moved before I could decide to send a message to someone.

Nubsib tanagijpaisarn: P'Jap.

Nubsib tanagijpaisarn: Do you remember me?

I wanted to talk to someone who could tell me everything about P’Gene.

I wanted to learn everything about him.

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girlmeetsliv3 · 4 years

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Sandman II

Hyung Line X Reader

Genre: Mystery, Psychological Thriller, Horror

Rated: M

Word Count: 4.2K

Release Date: February 26, 2021 @ 5 p.m. (GMT-5)

“Three years ago, the town was rocked by the disappearance of YN YLN. A bright young girl who had dreams of attending university and becoming a nurse. YN was a kind, shy, studious girl who kept to herself and never caused any troubles associated with teens her age. So imagine her loved ones surprised when she disappears one night from bed - never to be seen again. The strangest part was that all her belongings had been taken, all the photos with her disappeared, and all her social medias deleted. But perhaps most peculiar was the wet sand found at the foot of her bed.”

Warning: Brief mention of death and suicide.

The first words out of Kim Seokjin's mouth when they reached the car, after having been escorted through the back entrance to avoid the press, were "I'm sorry." YN hadn't even known how to react before Seokjin launched into a full-blown ramble, "I'm so sorry about that YN. I just - I have been so worried. We've all been, and we thought you - but now you're here. They didn't even tell us even though we're listed and to just think about how alone you've been. How confused you must feel -"

YN placed her hands on top of his which rested on the shift gear, “It’s okay Jin. I understand.” She smiled at him tenderly before her sister’s words flashed through her mind, ‘Isn’t Seokjin the best?! He’s the only man you can truly rely on.’ Instantly YN took her hands off him, folding them on her lap. Now was not the time to dwell on those things. If Seokjin noticed the sudden shift in the air he didn’t comment on it, simply stating: “You’ve always been so understanding.” Before focusing on the road and turning the engine on, driving away. As they exited the parking lot, YN saw all the vans from the news outlets parked outside. Some she recognized, others she didn’t, but what she did notice was a large sign being held up by one of the reporters. It read: Sandman victim finally returns.

It was as much a shock to me as it was to everyone when Seokjin and I started dating. He wasn’t my type. I can’t say for sure what it was that drew us together - maybe loneliness - or maybe I just liked the way people stared in shock at the fact that someone like him was with someone like me. That didn’t matter though, Seokjin and the others were always there. They were whatever I needed them to be. They would do anything to make me happy, but I wasn’t the only one they treated as special.

When the car approached the front gate of Nagwon villas YN frowned, “Weren’t we going to the hospital?” The thought of being poked and prodded like a rag doll wasn’t a pleasing one, but she knew disappearing for three years and not remembering anything didn’t bode well. The only thing that could give a hint at what she’d endured, and why she’d forgotten, was her body. Seokjin shrugged, “I know you aren’t a big fan of doctors, so I asked Namjoon for a favor.” Namjoon? She wasn't sure she was ready to see Namjoon or any of them for that matter. She hadn't even thought about seeing Jin until he showed up. ‘He’s like something out of a fairy tale, isn’t he? A knight in shining armor.’ YN shook her head, don't think about her or you'll start crying like a child again. Everyone in her family had always called her a crybaby, teased her for not being able to hold her emotions in. Right now, though, she felt less like a newborn and more like an overflowed dam. About to break at any second.

“Are the others going to be there?” Is he going to be there?

“No, Hoseok is out of town. He should be coming back tomorrow though; I wasn’t sure if you wanted him to know you were back but it's all over the news.”

That wasn't who she was talking about and they both knew it. Still, if Seokjin was being ignorant then it was for a reason; so she went along with it. "Shouldn't it be Namjoon's dad?"

Seokjin glanced at her from the corner of his eye, “Namjoons a doctor now, babe. It’ll be him you’re seeing.” Perhaps still sensing her hesitance he continued, “Don’t worry his family has a private practice in their house for situations like this.”

“You’re all still friends?” She asked, looking outside the window at the passing houses. They passed several houses she recognized, having been inside a couple of them. Nagwon kids always threw the best parties; likely due to their houses being huge and the large amounts they could spend on booze. Her sister would always drag YN to one when she was stuck babysitting, at first she’d just sit around on her phone. Things became easier when they started hanging out with the guys though: there was always Hoseok to crack jokes, Namjoon to talk random things about, and Seokjin to offer whatever it was she needed. Yoongi was always there too, but they wouldn’t talk much just sit in silence.

“Of course, why wouldn’t we be? The best of friends.” There was no sarcasm or humor in his voice, he meant it. Maybe he truly didn’t care? Or three years was a long time to hold onto a grudge especially when the two at-fault for their problems disappeared from their lives. That’s probably why. With YN and her sister out of the way, things had gone back to normal for the men. Nonetheless, it felt like nothing between Seokjin and YN had changed, but that couldn't be true. It's been three years. That statement was difficult for her to wrap her head around, but it didn’t make it any less true. It had been three years and yet Seokjin acted like they hadn’t spent a single day apart. Her mind filled with questions and doubts, so much so she couldn’t help but ask.

“Did we hang out the night I disappeared?”

Seokjin took his hands off the wheel, she hadn’t even noticed the car had stopped, the look he gave her was a mixture of incredulity and hurt. “No, we didn’t. You told me you didn’t want to see me again.” His voice was tense, ears getting red the way they did whenever he was upset. “Don’t you remember?”

I did tell him that. She hadn't meant it of course, but YN tended to lash out when she felt cornered. Thinking back now, she remembered her cruel words how she had blamed Seokjin for something that was both their fault. The pain on his face and the desperation in his tone as he begged for her to forgive him, only for YN to kick him out and shut the door.

"I forgot. I'm sorry, Jin." She pressed her fingers into her palm, hoping the pain would take things off her mind.

“Hey.” Jin’s fingers gently gripped the bottom of her chin, “It’s okay. I forgive you, let’s just not talk about it again okay?” He pressed a quick kiss to the side of her head.

YN breathed deeply before unlocking the door and getting out. The Kim's large beige mansion stared down at her - it was the first time she’d been there, and the nerves were eating her up. Namjoon will probably have a lot of questions too. She had barely managed to get through one of Officer Taehyung’s questions before having a panic attack, YN had no idea how she would brave against Namjoon. With nerves clouding her senses she failed to notice the black motorcycle parked on the curve, slightly obscured by the shrubs. Had she YN would have avoided walking into a trap.

"Heard you got your ass whooped by Min." Jungkook laughed, as he sat on the edge of Taehyung's desk. "Did he take you over his knee and make you count to ten?" At that, a couple of others nearby chuckled. Taehyung rolled his eyes, "If he hears you, he'll take you over his knee." Jungkook shoved him softly, though 'softly' in this case meant Taehyung almost fell off his chair. Deciding to ignore him this time, he focused once again on the small font on his computer. Several minutes passed before Jungkook spoke again, "Is this about YN? If you're looking through the case files you won't find anything useful. Trust me, everyone in this room has gone through it multiple times."

There was a reason there was press lined up outside, nothing sold quite like a morbid story. ‘Girl disappears from her bed in the middle of the night with no trace behind’ had a nice hook to it. Taehyung had already been in the academy when it happened, but he was still shocked - especially once he found out it had happened in his hometown. Nothing ever happened in this town, they called it paradise for a reason. Yet someone had broken into the YLN family home and stolen a girl straight from her bed, nothing left behind but a bit of wet sand.

“It doesn’t hurt to look again, plus now we might get somewhere that she’s back. Find out who did it.” Taehyung scrolled down and started looking at all the pictures, he’d have to swing by the evidence locker later to see what they still had left physically.

“I’m just surprised the sister didn’t do it, given everything -”

Taehyung spun around quickly in his chair, “Don’t say that. Minsuh loved that kid, she’d never do anything to hurt her.”

“Yeah well that’s not what I heard,” Jungkook said matter-of-factly. “I know it isn’t good to speak ill of the dead, but Minsuh wasn’t as dignified as her name suggested.”

Taehyung turned away from the young cop, “Look you’re wasting my time and I have to focus on this case. YN’s going to come back tomorrow and we need to build a timeline, can’t do that without all the facts so just go away.”

Jungkook sighed, “Sorry man. I know the two of you were close,” Jungkook had seen how uncomfortable Taehyung had gotten when YN brought up him dating her sister. “But you know I’m not the only one that thinks so. Regardless, everyone knows it's not true now so there’s that.”

It doesn’t matter, Taehyung wanted to say, she died with everyone in this town thinking she was a murderer. Nothing will ever change that. Instead, he remained quiet, eyes focused on the computer screen. Gaze focused intensely on the pictures of YN’s bedroom as if they would wield together a logical story that would explain where she’d been this whole time.

Everyone in school had a crush on Namjoon. Smart Namjoon. Sweet Namjoon. Dimpled cheeks Namjoon. Girls and guys would swoon over him, talking about how they would love to feel his chest or sit on his thighs. They were all fools. Ah, yes, Kim Namjoon may look harmless but it's always the quiet ones you have to look out for.

It truly was a private practice, equipped with all sorts of equipment one might find in a typical emergency room. YN wondered why they would ever need something like that. Maybe high clientele? Though the closest things to celebrities that lived in this town were both Seokjin and Namjoon's families, then Jung's, and the Min's. Namjoon wasn't there when they first arrived but appeared quickly enough, the gentle smile on his face reminded YN of simpler times. "How are you?" It dawned on her then that was the first time she'd been asked the question. She'd been plagued by 'where were you?' 'how are you alive?' and 'I'm sorrys' since she'd woken up. No one ever thought to ask how she was.

“I’ve been better.” YN answered softly, afraid that if she spoke anymore, she would break down again. The men in the room seemed to read between the lines without her elaborating further. Seokjin squeezed her hand, “Well, I’ll give you two some privacy. I’ll be right outside if anything happens, okay?” Before YN could respond Jin once again kissed her forehead before walking away. Leaving her alone in the stark white room with Namjoon, who leaned against a medical bed. His left hand patting the space beside him, “Let’s talk YN.” She grimaced slightly. “You’re in a safe space YN. You know me I would never do anything to hurt you and Seokjin is right outside if you need him. We’re your family.”

Family. They had been a sort of family, the five of them: always hanging out, sharing stories, meals, and memories. It didn't matter that she was much younger or that the only reason she was tolerated was that Minsuh was dating Seokjin. They had always been kind, always been loving, always been there. Even when her actual family wasn't. They’re all I’ve got… at least until dad comes. Once she sat down the doctor offered a genuine smile, it reminded her of all the times the two would stay up late studying at the library. A warmth that eased away from the chill she'd had all day lead to the first genuine smile on her face, “Thanks Namjoon.”

“I told you to call me Joon remember?” His broad shoulder playfully brushed YN’s, before he began conducting his examinations.

“You know being clandestine isn’t your strong suit.” Kim Seokjin leaned against the black LeoVince Racer waiting for his friend to exit from the back of Namjoon's private practice. Min Yoongi looked like he hadn't slept for days and had the corners of his lips turned upward in a way that was half-way between a snarl and a smirk. "I'd beg to differ." Yoongi responded, approaching the man as he adjusted white medical papers into his jacket's hidden pockets.

Seokjin eyed them carefully, “If you’re caught with those you could face serious trouble.”

Yoongi laughed, “Who’s going to catch me? The sheriff?”

Seokjin rolled his eyes, empty threats and warnings weren’t going to change anything. “What do the papers say?” He tried to grab them, but Yoongi blocked his hand easily. Maneuvering Seokjin off his bike so he could get on it.

"Ask the doc or her. She doesn't keep secrets from you." Yoongi's eyes were cold and his voice lacked the playfulness present before. Seokjin knew better than to press his buttons any further, "Go before she sees you." Not that it mattered much, YN would be face to face with all of them soon - a reunion was inevitable. Nonetheless, Yoongi was a sore spot for her; the more Seokjin could delay their meeting the more things could go according to plan.

“So you’re officially a doctor?” YN asked as Namjoon finished up drawing the last of her blood. They'd done all types of x-rays, physical, and psychological examinations to check her well-being. No words had been shared between the two, but the silence was beginning to bother her.

“Well, yes and no. Still must finish my residency, but I have most of the hours done.” Namjoon replied nonchalantly.

Whenever the subject had come up before Namjoon had dreaded having to take over the family business, feeling it was a role he was being pushed into. Guess things have changed. “I thought you didn’t want to be a doctor.”

He shrugged in response, “I guess I finally understood why my dad loved it so much. Medicine, biology, psychology, chemistry are all things that are useful.”

“You became a doctor became because it was useful? That doesn’t make much sense.” YN chuckled as Namjoon placed a bandage on the inside of her arm. He chose not to reply immediately, instead, holding up a lollipop that was inside his pocket. She took it with little thought. “Little makes sense in life. Human beings are just inherent paradoxes.” Minsuh always said that. It was one of the things the two sisters never agreed on. Minsuh always argued that people could still technically be considered ‘good’ no matter what they did. YN disagreed. Can’t do bad things and still be a good person. Namjoon clapped his hands together, signaling they were done and proceeded to help YN off the bed.

“Thanks, Joon.” She shot him a smile which she hoped looked more sincere than it felt. Though tensions didn’t run as high with Namjoon as they did with the others, it didn’t mean it was smooth sailing. Namjoon, like always, understood exactly what she meant and didn’t push. “Of course, YN. Anything for you.” With the promise her results would be ready in a couple of days, he sent her back on her way.

When she exited Seokjin was waiting outside with a furrow on his brow. Now what? YN didn’t know where else to go from here, what else to do, it felt like she’d hit a roadblock. I could go back home. Was that place even home anymore? Without her family, furniture, memories – could she return, or would it be too painful? Was she even allowed to return? It had looked abandoned when she’d been inside, so certainly YN wasn’t trespassing.

“It’s okay YN. You can stay at mine until we figure something out. I wouldn’t want you out of my sight anyway, it’s dangerous.”

It didn’t sit right with her to rely on Seokjin so much – or be under the same roof as him – but she would be lying if she said it didn’t ease her anxiety. “You’ve already done so much. I couldn’t ask that of you.” Her hands were shaking as she said the words, but even if she wanted to say yes immediately. YN couldn’t be selfish.

“No, I haven’t. Trust me.”

Before YN could ask what he meant Seokjin took hold of her wrist gently pulling her to the car.

Jung Hoseok. Lovely Hoseok. Funny Hoseok. Sweet Hoseok. The boy whose smile lights up the sky and everyone just gravitates towards him. No one could ever dislike him. Mr. Popular always putting others before himself. Dear sweet Hobi is an angel sent from heaven, but he isn’t as innocent as he seems. People tend to forget Lucifer was god’s favorite before he fell from the sky.

“Honestly was it really necessary to put on this whole show?” Hoseok wiggled his wrists causing the handcuffs to jingle against the table. Taehyung’s face remained stoic as he proceeded to read from the file. “A bit strange isn’t that YLN YN returns when you just so happen to out of town, Mr. Jung.” His eyebrow arched highly, Hoseok would’ve laughed if not for the situation he was in. “No it isn’t. I take a family trip around this time every single year detective. I told this to the sheriff three years ago and I’ll repeat this now.” He leaned forward the mirth gone from his mouth, “I had nothing to do with what happened to YN. I wouldn’t hurt her or anyone else for that matter.” Hoseok sighed, leaning back on the uncomfortable chair. “Look officer, I know its procedure and the prime suspect is always the boyfriend, but it wasn’t me.”

Even if Taehyung doubted that with every fiber of his being, he had nothing else to go off on. Jung Hoseok’s alibis were airtight, had always been, not to mention it would be extremely out of character for him to harm a bug – much less orchestrate something to this degree. It had been reckless to ask for him to be picked up from the city, but today had been a long day and there were just too many coincidences for the investigator to ignore. “Very well Mr. Jung. You’re free to go but I suggest you don’t leave town on another family vacation any time soon.” He reached towards his belt, taking out the keys and uncuffing Hoseok. Taehyung was on a tight schedule anyway; it would only be a matter of time before the sheriff returned from his lunch break. Seeing his son’s best friend in handcuffs would only cause Taehyung to be even more reprimanded.

With the cuffs off him, Hoseok stood up, stretching his lithe limbs. "You used to call me Hyung remember? Back when you were desperate for Minsuh and you to be a thing." Taehyung recalled having felt the need to please her friends to get her to look twice at him. Where’s this coming from? Hoseok looked down at him with cold eyes, "You know we never blamed you for how you reacted to things ending Tae. Heartbreak can make a man go crazy after all." The tension in the room was palpable when suddenly a smile broke out on Hoseok's face. "Sorry, it was silly of me to bring that up. We were all kids after all." With that he walked away from the desk and opened the door, turning around just enough to wink at Taehyung before the door closed completely.

Hoseok felt his phone vibrate inside his pants and rolled his eyes, without even looking he knew who it was. Taking the phone out, he swiped right and immediately spoke. “Yah, you won’t believe what just fucking happened. Where are you anyway?”

“Sorry it isn’t much.” Seokjin apologized as he handed YN the pile of clothes. “Tomorrow we’ll go shopping for essentials.” YN shook her head, “Thanks, I don’t need much. My dad shouldn’t take too long in coming to get me anyway.” She placed the clothes on the banister in the bathroom, content to finally be able to shower and become clean. It had been a long day, some soap and water might not wash the pain away, but she could pretend it would. There was another thing weighing on her mind, a thought that would simply not go away. For as kind as Seokjin had always been with her, even he had his limits. This behavior felt a bit out of character with the person she knew – the one she remembered.

“Why are you doing all this Jin?”

The man in question froze as if stunned, "What do you mean?" His dark brows furrowed, his lips turning down into a grimace.

“Going to see me, Namjoon, letting me stay over. All of this,” she gestured to the bathroom which had been prepared with candles, bath bombs, and calming music. It’s out of character for you. Kim Seokjin had never really been the romantic type, caring yes, but not sentimental. “Is it out of guilt?” Is it out of pity? YN may not remember what happened the night she disappeared, but that summer would forever remain ingrained in her head. "Do you blame yourself for what happened?" Or are you doing this because you feel responsible? Which one was it? Maybe all of them combined?

Seokjin ran a hand through his hair, “Yes.” Without elaborating anymore, he walked out of the bathroom shutting the door behind him.

When YN walked out of the bathroom she felt much better. All of the day’s events had worn her thin and she was ready to head straight to bed, but not without seeking Seokjin out and confronting him. Yes? Yes, to what exactly? Everything? She hadn’t been able to find the house slippers she’d borrowed, so she traveled through the house and down the stairs barefoot. Barely making any sound. She could hear loud audio coming from the living room and voices on the other side where the library was. Though she could recognize Seokjin as one of the voices, her feet dragged her to the living room, nonetheless. Deeming it better to wait until he was done than interrupting what sounded like an important conversation.

The couch had been changed into a leather sectional angled towards the screen as had more of the décor. It looked less like a family home and more like a bachelor pad now if YN was honest. Seokjin the bachelor. He had always had someone attached to his side whether it be a dancer, cheerleader, private school girl, and eventually her sister. What about you? YN shook her head, wanting the thought to disappear as quickly as it had appeared. The television distracted her once she picked up on what was being said. It was a newsreel showing a bleached blonde with shiny hair and pouty lips holding a microphone. Behind him was YN’s home, or what used to be, in the dead of the night it looked eerie. After basic introductions the news anchor began speaking:

“Three years ago, the town was rocked by the disappearance of YN YLN. A bright young girl who had dreams of attending university and becoming a nurse. YN was a kind, shy, studious girl who kept to herself and never caused any troubles associated with teens her age. Imagine her loved ones surprised when she disappears one night from bed - never to be seen again. The strangest part was that all her belongings had been taken, all the photos with her present disappeared, and all her social medias were deleted. Perhaps most peculiar was the only substantial evidence found by investigators was wet sand found at the foot of her bed.”

“Try as they investigators could find nothing that could tell them what had happened to YN. Then a year later tragedy struck once more when on the anniversary of YN’s disappearance, YLN Minsuh – her older sister - took her and her mother’s life in a murder suicide. YN’s father who was present that night managed to survive. Many people took this to be an admission of guilt on the sister’s part, for the two had never had the best relationship. Though with no note, the case had no choice to remain open. Thankfully for a miracle would occur. Almost three years to the day, YN has returned to the exact spot of her disappearance. Residents and audiences nationally are overjoyed, and hope justice can now be served. Stay tuned as this tragic twisted tale continues to unfold. We’ll now switch back over to Bo for sports.”

A piercing wail left YN’s mouth as she collapsed to the floor. Immediately, she was scooped off the ground into a warm embrace. “Jin?” She cried, but when she met the eyes of her savior the round hazel she was expecting was instead met with sharp feline ones. "Yoongi?!"

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tastyykpop · 4 years

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could you do nct thighfucking scenario🙇🏻‍♂️🙇🏻‍♂️i really liked ur svt scenarios hahaha

Thank u so much😫 and because there's so many members, I'm only gonna do nct dream but u can still ask for the other units too

Kinda switched this format a bit cuz ya know why not

ᴍᴀʀᴋ

Mark didn't think he would like the feeling of your bare core against his thigh to be so hot until you actually did it. They way your hips never failed to glide perfectly over the fabric of his jeans was almost enough for him to cum on the spot. And maybe that was your goal.

You chased that feeling in your lower stomach and palmed Marks hard cock through his pants until you felt a certain dampness on your hand. Looking down was a clear wet patch where his cock was, Mark hiding his face in your neck as you put your movements to a stop,

"Please don't stop."

ʀᴇɴᴊᴜɴ

The minute you come sitting on his lap and teasing the shit out of him, is his breaking point. Renjuns not in the mood to play games of any sort, but can't help the fact that his body is heating up from your extensive grinding and feathery kisses to his neck. You on the other hand were having fun making a mess of him until he finally stared you dead in the eye.

"Ride my thigh."

You take a moment to recollect yourself but do as he says since getting off was your plan, just not this exactly. "B-but I want-"

"Yeah I know what you want, but you wanted to act like a bitch in heat and grind on me so this is what you'll get." Renjun growls, forcing your hips over the muscle of his thigh. "Dont even think about stopping."

ᴊᴇɴᴏ

You're normally such a good girl for Jeno, always well behaved, always asked whenever you wanted to play, and never purposefully try to anger him. So it came as a shocker when you suddenly started riding his thigh when he was watching tv. He wasn't angry, but he had a little rule that you should tell him when you're in the mood so he could help you. But because you were so good, he could let it slide. Maybe.

"Are you imagining it's my dick youre riding right now? You're so desperate for it, huh. My desperate little baby." He cooed, pinching your cheeks as you whine, hips stuttering as you near your third release of the day. "But you're not going to get my cock until you cum on my thigh again." He smirked, "Keep moving, I won't tell you again."

ʜᴀᴇᴄʜᴀɴ

"Hyuck~ attention please!" Your head hung off the edge of the bed as you watched Donghyuck start another game on his computer.

"After this match." He said for the umpteenth time.

As annoying as it was to watch another game start, you weren't at all surprised, though all you really wanted was your boyfriend to get you off. Climbing off the bed you walked over the him and sat on his lap, making sure not to block his view. Donghyuck didn't question it, only thinking you wanted his attention like you asked before and continued on. That is until he froze in his chair and glared at you.

"Dont start this shit now." He was quick to block the mic as a moan escaped your mouth.

"J-just... keep p-playing." You pushed the boys face back at the monitor, but his eyes would just kept glancing back at where your hips made contact with his thigh.

"If you're going to do this then just sit on my cock."

You giggled, "You wanted to play another match, you can wait."

ᴊᴀᴇᴍɪɴ

Riding Jaemins thigh was one of the easiest ways to get off and the most efficient if you were really that desperate. One thing that ticked you off happened to be his mocking. Obviously it was because you weren't on his cock so he had bright ideas to make fun of you for it.

"Is my cock too big for you're tight little pussy baby? Is that why you're riding my thigh?" He digs his nails into your hips, "I could easily tear that pussy with just my cock, dont be afraid little one."

ᴄʜᴇɴʟᴇ

You and Chenle never actually did anything sexual. It was only very heated makeout sessions but you were too shy to ever go forward until finally having the guts to try something new, that being thigh riding. Now to Chenle, it at first may seem that it wouldn't be very fun, but he was very wrong. You had the guts to unzip his pants while riding his thigh so you could give him a handjob. It happened to be more enjoyable to the boy then he thought and he couldn't stop the moans from spewing out. It would cause him to flex his thigh and occasionally he would bounce his leg to hear your sweet sounds.

"Jesus, fuck why haven't we done this sooner?"

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sunwoo-hoo · 3 years

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↣ the boyz reaction to s/o feeling stressed

↳ a/n: hello my lovelies! we are back with another tbz reaction! side note, with every reaction i get it’s going to be canon with my ‘as your boyfriend series’ so keep that in mind when requesting. this is for the lovely anon who requested this. i hope you enjoy it. ☻ 18+ due to language

↳ genre: fluff? slight angst? i don’t even know someone tell me

↳ requested? yes

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↳ the boyz x fem reader

「 Lee Sangyeon 」

you normally weren’t one to get stressed out often but when your job decided to give you a promotion you weren’t expecting the extra workload it would bring

you got assigned to one of the major projects your company was working on and slowly but surely you felt your energy draining with each day passing by

even though sangyeon was extremely busy as well he was worried about you

after coming home from a long day of practice sangyeon noticed when you weren’t in the front foyer to give him his welcome home kiss like you usually did

as he walked to your bedroom he saw you sitting by the desk typing away at your computer

as he made his way towards you he squatted down slightly to give you a warm cheek kiss

“hey baby, how about you take a break huh? you’ve been working so hard, let me cook something for you” he insisted

“hmm? oh.. okay, i’m sorry sangyeon, work has been driving me up the wall lately i didn’t mean to shut you out” you mumbled

he gave you a small smile as he stroked your cheek before replying “don’t worry about it baby i just don’t want you to overwork yourself” he said

during your break sangyeon is cooking you dinner, listening to all your troubles and even trying his best to help you with your project. by the end of the night expect a lot of cuddles and kisses.

「 Jacob Bae 」

stress was something you’ve always experienced, especially being a university student finishing your final year

jacob was super supportive of your dreams always helping you study in any way he can

sometimes even distracting you to get your mind off it so that you wouldn’t burn out

but as final exams were just around the corner you were so stressed to the point that you cried and threw your book across the table in frustration

jacob turned his head and quickly took notice since he was only a couple of feet away reading a book which he swiftly set down and rushed to your side

“oh babe, don’t cry please, i promise it’s going to be okay” he whispered as he wiped your tears away

you completely broke down sobbing uncontrollably onto jacob’s sleeve as he held you close giving you hushed praise

“how about we go and rest for a little? a nap would be good for you” he softly asked as you simply nodded

jacob helped you up as you made your way to your bedroom where he made it relaxing as possible turning on the air humidifier and lighting a lavender candle. he also made sure that the curtains were closed so that the room was dark enough to fall asleep to

soon enough your drifting into a calming sleep in jacob’s arms.

「 Kim Younghoon 」

it had been 3 months since you’ve started dating kim younghoon, your relationship was everything you could’ve dreamed of. it was absolutely perfect with no flaws what so ever.

with all that in mind you started to wonder why you both hadn’t exchange i love you’s. you knew younghoon felt strongly for you, always making sure you were taken care of, constantly hugging and kissing you.

the whole situation started to stress you out and make you second guess everything

you loved younghoon but you had to admit you were a bit apprehensive on saying it first, since you didn’t know what younghoon’s response would be.

he could’ve said it back, or worse, not say anything at all.

one evening when younghoon was sleeping over your place you decided then and there that you were going to muster up your courage and finally say the three words you’ve been stressing over.

as you both were watching t.v his arms draped over your shoulders you looked up over at younghoon who was fixated on the drama that was playing. you cleared your throat

“younghoon.. i have to tell you something… something i’ve been wanting to tell you for awhile now” you announced hesitantly

as he looked over at you he adjusted his body to fully look at you face on

“really? i actually have something to say as well” he replied

your ears perked as you continued “how about we say it at the same?”

he nodded smiling before counting down “3…2…1..”

“i love you” you said “i’m in love with you” he whispered

you breathed the biggest sigh of relief before sliding in his lap giving him the softest kiss as you felt younghoon’s arms around your waist

「 Lee Hyunjae 」

your relationship with hyunjae was many things, exciting, passionate, intense. never in a million years would you think it would be stressful, or let me rephrase: you never thought it would be this stressful

you received a text message from hyunjae one afternoon saying that he needed to talk to you and that it was important

at that moment your mind was going through so many options on what it could be, your thoughts becoming worse and worse.

oh god is this it? he wants to beak up with me

did he cheat on me? i’ll fucking kill him if he did

oh my god what if he’s not in love with me anymore?

as your mind was going a mile a minute you finally broke out of your daze when your friend who you were out to lunch with told you that it probably wasn’t all that bad and that you should trust hyunjae.

when the evening finally rolled around you went to visit hyunjae just right when he got home from practice.

“hey baby” he smiled giving you a peck on the lips, giving him a small you replied “hey” back as you two sat on the sofa

“so what’s going on?” you asked as you were rubbing your palms against your knees trying to get rid of the sweat

hyunjae instantly noticed your anxious aura and grabbed your hands holding them tightly giving them a kiss

“well, we’ve been dating for almost a year now and i think it’s time.. for you to meet my parents” he said proudly

you blinked a couple of times as your brain still hadn’t registered the information he just said

“i want them to meet the girl i’m madly in love with” he continued

when you finally heard his words your first instinct was to hit hyunjae’s arm

“ah! hey! what was that for?” he shouted rubbing his arm

“jesus christ hyunjae i thought you were breaking up with me!” you shouted back

he laughed grabbing your waist pulling you close on his lap putting his head in the crook of your neck “i could never” he whispered giving your neck a light kiss

「 Lee Juyeon 」

to say that you were having a bad week was the understatement of the year.

it all started when you caught the flu, you felt horrible. it was constant sneezing, throwing up, runny nose, all of it.

you started to feel stressed when juyeon risked his safety getting sick to take care of you. you especially didn’t want him getting sick when the boyz comeback was nearly a month away.

you told him that you could take care of yourself, but juyeon didn’t take no for an answer.

you had to admit even though you were sick you couldn’t deny that you loved having juyeon with you 24/7 he was being the perfect boyfriend getting you tea, wet cloths for your forehead, and making sure you took your medicine every night.

“open your mouth, good girl” he praised putting the spoonful of medicine in your mouth

“you know if i wasn’t sick you would be saying those exact words another way” you teased coughing slightly

juyeon smirked and kissed your forehead in response

slowly but surely after a week you were starting to feel better but then your sickness hit juyeon as predicted delaying the comeback for nearly two weeks.

「 Kevin Moon 」

it was a hard month for kevin, the boyz comeback had just started and he was stressing over all the performances and interviews wanting to make sure that each one was up to his standards

it was so bad that all his stress levels were slowing creeping up on you making you become stressed yourself

it was starting to effect your relationship and you knew you had to do something quick before you and kevin would get into a fight you were not mentally prepared for

the comeback was closing in on it’s last week and you had decided to make one evening extremely special pampering kevin.

you decided to make his favorite meal, wearing your sexy yet tasteful red dress, with your black lacy bra and matching panties for later activities.

as kevin walked into your apartment he noticed you immediately smiling at your attire

“hey babe, what’s all this?” he asked pointing to all the candles and dim lighting

“what do you mean? can’t i do something special for the man i love?” you replied innocently walking up to him giving him a soft kiss on the lips

as kevin deepened the kiss your back found it’s way to the cold wall behind you as kevin started to trail kisses along the side of your jaw making his way down to your neck

you were excited it wasn’t often that kevin was a dom but you had pressing matters to attend to first

“k-kevin wait… i want to talk first” you whimpered as he finally reached your sweet spot

kevin stopped immediately to your words and gave you a quick peck on lips before nodding

you grabbed his hand and made your way to the dining table where the food was most likely cold by now and sat down on the chair

“kev, i just wanted to talk about how you’ve been so stressed with this comeback and everything it’s.. it’s starting to effect our relationship” you mumbled

he sighed and agreed “i know it has, and i’m so sorry for that babe” he said grabbing your hand as he continued “i’ll promise to be better about it, you know that i don’t want to ruin what we have. i love you”

you smiled feeling 100 times better about the situation giving kevin a kiss on the cheek

you lightly laughed as you pulled apart “the dinner is totally cold now by the way”

“let’s just order a pizza, it probably wasn’t that good anyway” he teased before you shoved him playfully in response

「 Choi Chanhee 」

what was suppose to be a relaxing day off spending it with your boyfriend choi chanhee it drastically changed into a nightmare

you both decided to spend the day shopping for some new clothes together

at first you thought it was a cute idea, thinking you would get matching couple outfits so that you can coordinate for the upcoming summer season

but it quickly turned into a stressful day when chanhee wanted you to try on every shirt, every dress, and pants, you were starting to regret this little outing until you finally snapped at him

“love, you would look so cute in this why don’t you-”

“no!” you yelled quickly covering your mouth at your sudden outburst in public

chanhee gave you a puzzled look not expecting your sudden change in mood

you quickly apologized not wanting to start a fight in public, pulling him to the side of the store where it was secluded from prying eyes

“chanhee… i’m sorry it’s just i’m tired i thought this would be fun but it’s stressing me out, it’s all too much” you sighed looking down at your shoes

chanhee pushed a strand of your hair behind your ear and lifted your head up with his index finger

“oh love, don’t apologize i should be the one apologizing i’m sorry for being excited, i just wanted to have a fun day with you, let’s go home okay?” he reassured kissing your temple

「 Ji Changmin/Q 」

you had it all planned out, you were going to introduce your friends to your wonderful boyfriend ji changmin

you ultimately thought that they should finally meet him after dating for nearly 4 months

at first you had no idea why you decided to wait this long, considering you already met all the members and were close to each of them

you were extremely nervous and stressed for their first interaction you just wanted everything to be perfect with smooth sailing

changmin was going to meet two of your closest friends who were also a couple themselves

it was a chilly fall day when you all decided to meet up at a nearby cafe changmin’s hand in yours trying to warm it up blowing on it while pressing kisses

“don’t worry babe, it’s all going to work out fine” he smiled easing your nervousness

when you finally made it to the cafe your friends were already waiting and quickly made introductions

they easily took noticed when changmin ordered your drink he knew you loved and paid for everything with his card as your friends gave you hushed whispers

“wow, he’s such a gentlemen” she gushed “yeah, and he even knew your order by heart” he replied giving you a thumbs up

you smiled when changmin returned with both of your orders giving you a cheek kiss when he sat down

to your surprise the conversation between the four of you went smoothly changmin easily wooing them with his charms and cheerful aura

your friends especially had a million questions when it came to his idol life out of general curiosity

changmin didn’t mind at all answering every single one with ease even laughing at the humorous ones

your heart melted at the interaction when you realized in the end you had nothing to worry about

「 Juhaknyeon 」

you knew juhaknyeon always loved your home cooking as he was always excited whenever he came home from practice knowing he would have a hot meal ready for him

but this time was different, you weren’t just cooking for him but cooking for his parents who so happen to be visiting you two

you met juhaknyeon’s parents before who were very down to earth and humble people always making you feel welcomed

but you had to admit you were a bit stressed trying to live up to the expectations

it was less than a couple of hours away before they would be arriving and you were running around the supermarket with juhaknyeon on your tail

“babe, slow down your gonna run out of energy” he grunted breathing heavily

“juhak you don’t understand your parents opinion mean the world to me, i want them to love my cooking” you said looking down at your hands trying to decide between the beef or pork belly

juhaknyeon gave you a side hug pulling you close “they are going to love whatever you make, because i love it too” he promised kissing the top of your head

when you finally made it back to the dorms and cooked up a storm that would’ve fed all 11 members juhakyeon’s parents finally made an appearance

after the quick greetings and the light scolding from juhak’s mother telling him to keep his room neater she finally took in your food spread

“wow! it all looks amazing [name] i’m sure it taste wonderful too” she smiled warmly pinching your cheek lightly

when you all finally sat down to eat you anxiously waited for juhakyeon’s parents comments

after a couple of bites juhak’s mother proudly exclaimed “it’s delicious [name] really! everything taste amazing, i’m so happy our son found someone who can feed him like this” she praised

you bowed your head thanking her for her positive comments as haknyeon grabbed your hand under the table squeezing it giving you a wink

「 Kim Sunwoo 」

you loved your mother dearly, but she was starting to text and call you nearly everyday about when you and sunwoo were finally going to get married

even though you loved sunwoo and were dating for a year and half you told her that it wasn’t a good time yet. sunwoo had major responsibilities when it came to his idol life

not to mention that you and sunwoo were still very young and just wanted to enjoy being together before you had to tackle even more responsibilities like marriage

you were laying in bed when you got off the phone with your mother after another hour long call

you sighed staring at ceiling fan feeling pressured and stressed when sunwoo walked in the bedroom

“hey babe, have you seen my adidas hoodie?” he wondered as he saw you looking emotionless at the ceiling

he hovered over you waving his hands across your face trying to get your attention

“hm? oh sorry it’s behind the door in the bathroom” you mumbled

sunwoo swiftly climbed on top of you resting his chin on your chest “what’s wrong babe? who was on the phone?” he asked

you hesistantly replied “it’s just my mother, she keeps wondering when.. well.. she keeps asking when we’re getting married” you laughed lightly

sunwoo smirked “oh really? close your eyes” he instructed

confused you did as you were told as you felt sunwoo get off you hearing the sound of the dresser opening

“okay now open” he said as you saw sunwoo with your own two eyes on his knee with a black velvet box in his hands

“sunwoo oh my god, don’t do this to me i-i’m” you stammered as you felt your hands begin to shake

he smiled and open the box where you saw a gorgeous sterling silver infinity ring with a small diamond in the middle

“[name] this isn’t an engagement ring, it’s a promise. a promise to always love you and cherish you, and to always respect you. i am going to marry you one day, when we’re both ready. i’ve never loved anyone as much as i love you” he vowed putting the ring on your finger

you then felt the tears flow grabbing his face with both your hands giving him a longing kiss falling back on the bed with him on top of you

as sunwoo began to take off his shirt that’s when you saw his necklace with the same infinity symbol as your ring

you smiled as you grabbed his necklace pulling him back down for another kiss

「 Eric Sohn 」

it was official you wanted to kill eric, he knew you were afraid of heights. yet he manage to persuade you on getting on an airplane to go to okinawa for a weekend getaway trip

you loved that he put so much thought into your weekend, making sure to pick the nicest hotel with a view by lots of restaurants and attractions

but you were beyond stressed, the only time you’ve been on an airplane is when you were little and moved to seoul from america, you barely remember the experience sleeping the entire trip

your body was shaking as you walked up the ramp finally boarding the airplane going to your seats

eric put away your luggage above the overhead bin and took the window seat hoping you would feel more comfortable being in the middle

as you took your seats your heart started to beat extremely fast and you started to breath heavily

eric took your hands in his “babe i promise it’s going to be okay flying is one of the safest ways to travel” he promised rubbing the side of your arm trying to calm you down

you nodded “no yeah your right i need to face my fears sometime” you bravely said

when the flight finally took off your nerves managed to subdued until you hit mild turbulence which freaked you out all over again

eric quickly grabbed his sleeping mask putting it over your eyes and large headphones with loud music trying to mask your senses which worked wonders as you lay your head on his shoulder

he held your hand tightly when you finally landed getting off the 2 hour flight

as you made your way to the hotel you were in awe of okinawa absorbing all the buildings and the mass of people walking by

you looked at eric “thank you eric this is amazing, i don’t think there’s anyone else i would trust to help me face my fears” you said bashfully

he leaned over and kissed your jaw “anytime babe” he murmured

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Zero is Null

A discussion of Zero’s love-hate-relationship with RvB and struggling independence; including a hotdog too big for the bun, tragic backstories, a single bow-chicka-bow-wow, and a cookie at the very end.

Welcome to what will be a lot of text. Basically, it will explore why Zero fails as an RvB (with emphasis on RvB) season. I will not be the first one to bring forth some of the points, and I promise to be fair and civil and fun. This isn’t supposed to be a piece of hate – in fact, I’m writing this because I love Red vs. Blue.

Okay, first of all, to increase your fun – take a guess on just how much of Zero is spent on fight scenes. You see, I’ve calculated the exact amount, and I will reveal it later, but for now, take a guess and remember the number. Maybe you are the winner!

Alright, time to share my thoughts. Wait! Since I suffer from anxiety and have this one annoying voice pretending to be all those critical statements my opinion could be met with, let’s give it an actual voice and address the points throughout this review.

“Why would I care about your opinion, Ria?” – I don’t know, you’re the one who clicked Read More.

“Your opinion doesn’t matter!” – Of course, it doesn’t! Geez. Do you think your opinion matters, though? Listen, we’re on Tumblr, the actual equivalent of screaming into the void. And it’s fun, too!

“If you don’t like it, don’t watch!” - *activates Uno Reverse Card* “You can’t talk about something you haven’t watched!”

“You’re just a Hater” – Actually, this is a point I’ll come back to. Like a cliffhanger. Also, at the end of this, there’ll be a cookie. But this will also include me talking about the stuff I like, because, surprise, Zero is not without talent!

“You just don’t like it because the Reds and Blues aren’t in it!” – Actually, that’s a good point, so instead, this review will start with a sole focus on Zero and discuss the problem that lies within that story. Then we can address why the lack of OG cast is understandable and problematic and weird.

But first! Backstory.

When the first 5 second teaser dropped back in spring (you know, when we were young and innocent and the world didn’t feel like an apocalyptic movie yet), I held onto that one image of what I thought (hoped) to be Grif and Simmons in the sunset, hopefully addressing Grif’s hateglue arc, but boy was I wrong because a) that’s not Simmons, that’s Sarge, and b) the image was from a PSA since the Reds are not in Zero.

Actual face-reveal of me below:

Admittedly, when I heard that the Reds and Blues were not going to be the main characters (or even show up), it felt like a gut punch. However, I actually found myself getting excited due to the creators’ hype. I want to praise them for this. It’s been a while since an RvB season was talked so much ABOUT before its release; it had advertisements, it had creators and voice-actors talking about it. Please. More of that in the future. Their passion rubbed off on me, and that deserves recognition. So it pains me that this was clearly a passion-project, and then when I gave it a try, I didn’t want to touch it again for weeks.

Here’s the thing. I cannot whole-heartedly say that Zero is bad. It’s not gonna melt your eyes. It’s not even so-bad-it’s-good. For me, it’s meh. It’s a Saturday-morning-cartoon aimed for a younger audience with a rushed plot and clichéd characters. The problem is that it calls itself RvB, and with that title comes something to live up to – but more importantly, something to continue.

My main issue is that Zero forces its story into existence by ignoring established content rather than adjusting to it. Let’s call this for the hotdog-too-big-for-the-bun syndrome solely for the sake of the bow-chicka-bow-wow that’s coming now. Bow-chicka-bow-wow. Many of the separate issues I will dive into all add to this hotdog-issue, so I will scream “Hotdog!” whenever this is the case so we can all keep track of my argument.

You can continue the story of Red vs. Blue without the Reds and Blues. While that would personally crush my heart, it can be done. There’s a story of Red vs. Blue that can be continued. The world can be expanded, the previous actions of the Reds and Blues can be explored from another angle.

So.

How does Zero do this? It doesn’t.

I just want to make it clear that new elements can definitely be added when it comes to worldbuilding. That’s literally the point of sequels. But Zero’s settings are presented with so little grace and with no connection to previously established worldbuilding. We get Alliance of Defense and GLASS thrown in our face as very big important organizations – yet we’ve never heard of them before. A big central plot point of RvB is the UNSC and Project Freelancers, and those were introduced naturally with the plot. We already have big established intergalactic organizations. What is AOD’s connection with those? We aren’t told. We are just told they exist and expected to accept it, no questions asked. If this was a whole new world and story – fine. But when you need to build on an already established worldbuilding, you need more grace than this. Chorus was a whole new setting, but it was explained, and it was connected to the previous plot. Same with Iris. Same with Desert Gulch. In Zero, it feels lazy. It feels forced. These organizations are just there because the story is built around them (HOTDOG).

This vagueness when it comes to wordbuilding is also reflected in the settings - we have a desert, a training base, a lab, temples, Tucker’s workplace, and we do not know if all those are set place on the same planet. If that is the case, what is this planet’s relationship with Chorus? Is it Earth? And most importantly, what is the deal with the temples? Why are they connected to Tucker’s sword if it isn’t the same planet. Are they made by the same aliens? Are people okay with this? Why haven’t these temples been explored before? Chorus makes sure to establish this, while Zero doesn’t, adding to a growing amount of confusion.

Okay, so no connection with previous worldbuilding. What about characters? I mean, we got Wash and Carolina and Tucker! So we have RvB characters, it gotta be RvB! Technically – yeah. But it feels dirty. These three characters are not here to be characters. They are here to be props to the new cast. They are not given any development. Their presence isn’t even that important, and if this was a whole new show, they could easily have been replaced with an unknown face. Worst of all, they feel miswritten.

Carolina and Wash are working at a new military organization? Leaving the Reds and Blues behind? To help people? First of all, fucking bad idea, Carolina, the last time you left the Reds and Blues alone, they changed the timeline. But most importantly – Carolina and Wash just joined this new super elite military organization? After being mistreated and manipulated by such an organization in the past?

Carolina is there to introduce the characters. That’s it. We are force-fed their personality by having her literally read out loud their personality. There is no gentle introduction to the new cast. We are not allowed to get to know them naturally. Why show when you can tell, huh? That’s Carolina’s role. That’s why she is there. To introduce the cast and explain their story. That’s it. (HOTDOG).

How about Wash? He is there to get beat up and be a damsel in distress so that the new cast has a reason to explore the plot. Oh, and that brain damage that was the consequence of previous seasons – gone now. The guy who literally has trauma from having an AI explode inside his head is fine with having a computer inserted into it instead. Because that’s needed. To explore his brain damage wouldn’t work now when his role is to be a prop to lure the new cast for one episode and then be put onto the bench for the rest of the runtime (HOTDOG).

And Tucker – he is there to die for a second and have his sword taken from him. That’s literally it. And for the few moments he is there, he feels like old super flirty Tucker, which erases the character development he went through in previous seasons. Okay, so Tucker dies, and then not dies, and then he is put on the bench with Wash where they can sit and talk or whatever (‘cause holy shit, the new cast is not allowed to that), because he isn’t important. The sword is. Tucker is just a prop, even more than his sword is (HOTDOG).

Damn. Wash gets beat up. Tucker gets beat up. Dies. Gets his sword taken away. Almost seems like a Red’s wet dream. Sorry not sorry, Blues, you were done dirty.

So there are miswritten old characters. Even worse is the retconning. The plot needs a “normal” Wash, so, bam, magic computer solution. Never mind Wash’s trauma and character traits. Never mind the logic of the new worldbuilding which also includes a character suffering for years to heal an illness. But the brain damage that was such a big consequence that it became the main part of the plot of the last two seasons – gone. I mean, a gunshot to the head can be healed by CPR. That’s canon. But no one gave Wash CPR so it’s a big thing, okay. It was canonically a big thing, and Zero erased that. This is not me saying that a Cerebral Enhancer couldn’t work in the RvB universe. Imagine it being done right. Wash struggling with the choice of getting used to his disability or accepting the possibility of help - at the cost of reliving his trauma. The struggle between what to choose - what should he choose when he wants to help as many as possible, the sacrifices he thinks he has to make, the way it could have been used as a part of his character growth. But in Zero, the enhancer isn’t a part of Wash’s character. It’s there so the story can work without having to deal with the previous plot’s consequence (HOTDOG).

Same with the sword thing. They sorta explain it by having Tucker flatline, but it’s weak. Honestly, I find it sorta offensive. What about Locus’ sword as well? It’s twisting previous lore to make the new plot work (HOTDOG). (Also, are we not gonna talk about the ultimate power being Spencer Porkensenson’s helmet? Have the writers forgotten Spencer Porkensenson? Have we as a community forgotten Spencer Porkensenson?)

If you have Red vs. Blue in your title, you cannot ignore what you inherit from it. You need to respect the worldbuilding, the established characters, and the previous plot. Zero does not do this.

Let’s talk about the Triplets. No, really, let’s do it. I don’t think I’ve ever talked about them before, because season 14 was a mixed bag for me (that I have now learned to appreciate. Thank you, Zero.) because I have heart at the size of the Grinch and can only love a few characters at a time, and that did not include the Triplets. Can’t even remember their names. Well, I can, but I can’t for the love of me remember which state is which, and my tongue is twisted every time I try to say Ohio, Iowa, and Idaho, and I know it’s on purpose. I know it is. And it got me good. That being said, the fandom actually embraced them really, really well! Seriously, I’ve seen more content for the Triplets than for Zero as a whole.

Why talk about the Triplets? (Was Iowa the lesbian? Or was it Ohio? Fuck.) Because like Zero, they introduced new characters with a story of their own. The Reds and Blues didn’t play a role. But here’s what I feel like the Triplets got right. They didn’t change the settings to force their narrative. They used stuff already established (Project Freelancer), added their own story as a continuation of that. They even included old characters in the beginning (Wash and some other Freelancers) but it felt natural and it didn’t feel like it happened at the expense of the old characters. Wash’s writing felt natural, and his presence wasn’t needed to tell these new character’s stories. He wasn’t a prop to them. He was there to establish the setting and to establish the relationship with these new characters, and then he and the other familiar faces (helmets??) left, and we as the viewers were left with these new characters. And the new characters told their own story by themselves. It felt like, hey, here’s something you know – remember Mother of Invention, and remember Wash’ lower rank, but now, try to imagine being even lower rank than him, aren’t you curious about those fates? Now let’s hear their story! It was new, it was something else, but it didn’t wreck what came before it, and it stayed true to the classic vibes of RvB.

As I said before, the hotdog-issue is my biggest problem with Zero. It infuriates me. I will return to this. But there are more issues, even if we try to look past the title-related problems.

If we try to imagine Zero as its own story and universe (as it should be, in my opinion), it still earns the meh review from me.

These isolated issues include awkwardness, the writing, lack of self-awareness, and pacing. First of all, holy shit, this is a tell, don’t show. Nothing is subtle, nothing is allowed to develop. It’s like the show thinks you are six years old with an attention span of a goldfish. You are not just led by the hand – they have literally pulled off your arm by the end of the show. We are force-fed every bit of information, every bit of personality from these new characters.

The voice-acting is a mixed bag for me. Sometimes it’s pretty good, sometimes it’s not. Some of the problems can definitely be blamed on the dialogue that you can only do so much with. It’s not good. I can’t remember any good jokes (the one joke I really appreciate was the cast on armor, and that was freaking visual humor. That was so RvB. Kudos to that. It was fun. More of that, please.), and RvB is known for having memorably good lines. This is a show built on good, clever, funny dialogue. Zero does not deliver. You have to sit through clichéd lines – “You’re not my dad”, “I trusted you”, “Come with me”, “It can’t be!”, “She’s way too powerful”, and “We have to do this together” – performed unironically. I cringed more than I laughed. Worst thing is that Zero could be a good parody. Sometimes, it feels like it is. One-dimensional characters, a villain wanting ‘the ultimate power’, very overpowered characters, bad one-liners, etc. But Zero takes itself seriously, and I was one of the people rooting for Jax to show up at the end and yell “Cut”. That would have been a funny-as-fuck twist. A spin-off parody. If I can’t have “Sarge the Movie”, I would have taken that and loved it. I would have forgiven everything. “We put so much info into finding that power, but we had no idea what it was” is really a line in the finale, and I cannot believe this is real in a show that somehow still tries to present itself as serious. What a plot.

We have to talk about pacing. God, first of all it should be stated that RvB is a mess when it comes to pacing. I honestly get what they were going for. Sometimes, RvB has come across as a bit boring when you get three episodes stretched over three weeks without much going on. I know season 11 did not have the warmest welcome because it was seen as boring until the finale. But when you see season 11 as a whole, as a movie, as a part of a trilogy, it works so well. Zero is more focused on being episodic. They want something to happen all the time so we will stay tuned. The thing that will happen – a fight. Oh god. The fight scenes.

I have done the math. I have run the numbers. I deserve a freaking cookie for this. Are you ready?

If you put all the episodes together, you have a runtime of 106 minutes. HOWEVER, with the introduction of credits in every episode, you gotta account for this. Removing the credits, this gives us 94 minutes of actual runtime. Out of that, 45 minutes are dedicated to fight scenes. That means 48% of the show is fight scenes.

If I wanted that many fight scenes, I’d watch Death Battle. Except the actual RvB Death Battle episode has a runtime of 20 minutes, and out of that, 5 minutes is dedicated to the actual battle. For the people who hate math – that’s 25% of the actual runtime.

RvB Zero has more fight scenes than a show called Death Battle. Take that in.

The pace suffers from this. Where’s the time to explore the characters? Where’s the time for good dialogue? All I can think of is this:

I get that RvB is a show that’s literally making fun of itself by acknowledging all their characters do is stand around and talk. I get that you want characters to do more than that. But for the love of Church, would it kill the new characters to stand around and talk? For just a minute? Stop fighting, I am begging you, stop fighting! Am I a pacifist now? Am I purple? Have I joined Doc’s team? What has Zero done to me?!

The good thing though is that fight scenes are very good. They’re entertaining. However, they seem to deconstruct themselves when we need to get a fight scene in every episode. Usually, the few fight scenes in an RvB season were in some of the most climatic episodes. In Zero, I can hardly keep up with the pace because they won’t stop moving. Fight scenes aren’t plot. They aren’t character development. You need more than just fight scenes. They entertain, but there’s a limit to that.

Noël Wiggins, the co-writer, stated the inspiration was a Saturday-morning cartoon. They nailed that vibe. If that was their goal, hurray, they have accomplished something! Because of the poor plot and constant fight scenes, it feels like you could just switch on the TV and drop in at any moment and let yourself be entertained by the cool and colorful soldiers punching and kicking each other. I will admit that the fight scenes entertained me. But they don’t make it a good season.

If I were the six-year-old with the attention span of a goldfish that the show believes I am, I honestly would enjoy it. The stiff dialogue and the constant tell-don’t-show makes you feel like an audience that’s not supposed to do anything else but admire the flashy fight scenes. I miss the cleverness of RvB. I miss the characters I get to connect with as I see them grow.

I miss the tone of RvB. Because this isn’t RvB to me.

It’s not that RvB hasn’t changed its tone before. Holy shit, I sorta do want to experience the absolute shock the RvB fandom went through when s6 aired and they were given new characters and serious plot. I would have loved to experience that, but I was too busy being ten years old. The Freelancers seasons also introduced a new tone and more fight scenes with very talented fighters compared to the Blood Gulch gang, but a balance was kept by having half of the season still revolving around the Reds and Blues. But Zero – Zero is so much change. And it’s on purpose. At least this has been made very clear from the beginning.

They constantly seem to appeal to new fans, rather than be directed towards older fans of the show. If you want an entirely new audience with a season with a new cast, new worldbuilding, and new tone, I’m confused as to why they don’t just make a new show. The hotdog-problem begs for this solution. This story and environment and characters feel so out of touch with the original RvB, that with a few rewrites and lack of Halo-armor, it could just be a new show. Problem solved.

If not this, then present it as a spin-off. In all ways, it feels like a spin-off (again, see everything marked HOTDOG). But the creators refuse to do this, and I don’t understand why. I could forgive many of these issues, had they officially separated themselves from canon.

Ah, what’s the idiom? You can’t both swallow and blow? (You can hear the Bow-chicka-bow-wow in the distance). Something about eating cake and having it. Forgive me, English isn’t my native language. POINT IS why are you calling yourself RvB while actively fighting against the core essence of RvB? In my humble opinion, you can’t be both. Marketing it as a spin-off would have granted it some defense when changing, well, literally everything, and I just, would someone please properly describe why it isn’t a spin-off? Isn’t this season marked by its association with the plot of RvB rather than a continuation of it? Zero presenting itself as not a spinoff feels like a toddler clinging to the hem of its mother’s dress while forcefully running away from her, ripping the dress in the process.

When they do connect with the original RvB, it leaves a bitter taste in my mouth. When they let Carolina, Wash, and Tucker appear for a moment, it feels like luring viewers in with the RvB title. Look at me. Look at me! I’m not saying this is the case. I say that it gives me the annoying vibes of being lured, rather than letting the characters be a part of the show for their own development, rather than having RvB in the title to continue its story. I should not be getting these vibes at all. But I am.

If you want to use RvB in the title, something from the core of RvB needs to be embraced. Things can be changed. They should. Something new should be brought in. But there’s a limit to how much you can change and replace and twist until it would have been better with an original show. As a season of RvB, it should tell the story of Red vs. Blue.

From my perspective, Zero fails to do so.

It pains me that the old cast has been replaced, but as stated earlier, a season could have worked without them. However, I do not like the take that one should be excited about all the new characters. That it isn’t a big thing that the OG cast got replaced. That we should just deal with it. Just, try to imagine another show suddenly replacing the main characters with characters we’ve never met before. Imagine RWBY suddenly only focusing on a new team of huntresses with the previous main characters reduced to an Easter Egg presence, or Camp Camp suddenly being about a new team of campers, no warning given. Can you imagine the outcry? So maybe let’s agree that a replacement of the main cast is a big thing and should be addressed and it’s valid to be upset about this change.

Could Zero have worked? It’s hard to answer this. How can I accept something as RvB if the season actively pushes away the core of RvB aside for an isolated story that could have been told in any other media? As a spinoff, I could have ignored it. To enjoy Zero, I have to fully separate it from RvB in my mind, and then it’s alright. S’not good. But it’s not bad. It’s entertaining enough. I really ended up liking Raymond and Tiny, and there were a few good jokes, and the fight scenes were admirable (but too much) and I love the creators’ passion. But it’s not RvB. I also wish that the new characters had been attached to previous worldbuilding, for example soldiers on Chorus or agents from Project Freelancer. That way we could build on familiar lore which would have decreased the confusion and added a much needed connection with the previous seasons of RvB.

God, the anxious voice is back (by the way, it sounds like Tutter from “Bear in the Blue House”).

“You’re racist” – I hope not. Literally, I do not want to be. Tell me if I’ve ever crossed some lines, because I swear, that is not my intention, I will apologize and most of all, change and do better. I included this because I’ve seen this take thrown around in the big ugly mess that is the fandom clashes regarding Zero. And racism is problem within RT community (this includes AH and RvB, sorry, I just use RT as an umbrella term for the latter), and I’m not saying it hasn’t been a problem with this season. Writers should never be harassed, and never-fucking-ever because of their skin color, and voice actors shouldn’t be treated like they are responsible for the choices of the show. But I was legit nervous to post this review, and I hope it’s been factual without feeling like personal attacks on the creators because that has never been my intention. I was delighted to hear about the diversity behind this project, and Torrian’s passion legit blew me away because it’s been a while since I’ve seen that for an RvB project. I’d hoped for it to be good, and when I feel disappointed, it’s for the reasons stated in this analysis. That said, Zero is made by a diverse cast and it’s made with love, and both of those things are so, so great, but it does not mean that Zero cannot be criticized. It can, and it should. It’s a product, just like all the other seasons, and fans are allowed to discuss it – both what they loved, and both what they found troublesome. And to repeat previous points, and be respectful, always, fuck racists, and never-fucking-ever harass the staff behind a season, what the fuck is wrong with you if you do this.

“Don’t you get it, it’s different because it’s trying something new!” – Hey, remember the philosophical question: if you replace all the parts of a ship one-by-one, is it still the same ship when you’re done? If it doesn’t include the Reds and Blues, if it ignores previous plot, if the old characters feel miswritten, if it values animation over dialogue, if it values fight scenes over comedy, if it wants to be Fast and Furious instead of Red vs. Blue – is it still Red vs. Blue? Because it doesn’t feel like it to me.

“It's been 17 seasons, it’s time to let the Reds and Blues go so someone else can shine!” – I simply do not understand us having been with the Reds and Blues for 17 seasons should be an argument to let them go, rather than be an argument as to why their absence hurt like hell.

“The Reds and Blues ran out of things to do!” – Did- did they, though? I mean, if we were discussing pretty much any other show, I’d probably agree that they were running out of content. But for the Reds and Blues… I think the PSAs nailed it this year! I’m not kidding, I had more fun watching the Reds and Blues discuss how to do laundry than watching Zero. You could literally give me an hour of the Reds and Blues trying to bake a cake or clear a gutter or simply settling down with an ordinary life, and I would trust them to make it worth the watch.

“The flaws were due to the fact it’s only 8 episodes long!” – Look, I can only judge a product the way it’s presented to me. I cannot come up with excuses for it. If they had 8 episodes to work with, they need to come up with a plot that works with this runtime. Seriously, this excuse cannot work when 48% of the season is spent on fight scenes. They could have used more runtime, sure, but the show needs to be able to pace itself and be planned accordingly.

“The OG cast couldn’t be a part of this year, hence Zero!” – That might be true. But. Would one year without RvB kill it? Is Zero necessary? Again, I just can’t judge excuses for the show. But trouble with the cast has been an issue before. Season 15 solves Geoff’s sabbatical by actually making Grif’s absence a part of the plot. Zero’s lack of Reds and Blues just feels like this excuse to tell a story that needn’t be a part of RvB.

Am I a hater? I guess? I greatly dislike Zero for the critique stated above. I do, however, not harass the creators and no one should ever do that. However, I have to admit that I feel there’s been this weird rejection of any critique of Zero where everything’s been brushed off as haters gonna hate, including the critique stated above. And I think that’s a problem because critique, as hard as it can be to hear (and I know this. I’m an author of original works. Weird flex, I know), is valid and necessary and shouldn’t just be shrugged away. As always, both sides of the fandom should always be respectful, but my own opinion is that addressing the flaws of Zero should not be controversial.

Does this super long rant/critique/whatever mean you cannot enjoy Zero? Gods no! I almost envy you if you enjoy this season, but holy shit, feel free to love it and tell the creators that you love it! Me pointing out the issues I have with the season shouldn’t be stopping you. I loved (and still love) s15 when it came out, and it was majorly rejected by the fandom. There were many, many critical posts, people were going on about how RvB should have ended with s13, and it evolved into the writer receiving death threats (me, once again: never ever harass the creators, assholes). But I didn’t tell people to stop being negative. I actually agreed with many of the flaws that were pointed out, and I enjoyed the season despite this, because that is possible. We, as RvB fans, should agree that RvB, is... I mean, it’s not the greatest, most flawless of shows, but we love it nonetheless. So go ahead and love Zero. This is not a stop sign. This is my opinion that you chose to read.

Wait, I promised you a cookie, didn’t I? Well, you’re not getting one. Why? Because I’m a Red and this is my chance to piss off a Blue. As Caboose wisely said: “Well, at least I don't go around... knocking on people's non-doors... and promising them cookies... and then NOT. GIVING. THEM. COOKIES!”

Blue Team sucks.

End speech.

#rvb zero #rvb #rvb zero critical #rvb critical #rvb0 #my rvb stuff #pls dont hate me for this #this is my honest opinion that people apparantly wanted to hear #as a standalone story zero isnt totally bad #as an rvb season it is

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pretendrocketships · 4 years

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Think About Me

About: Shawn fucking you after your bachelorette party, reminding you who you belong to. Forever. (SMUT)

A/N: 3K THIS REQUEST WAS EVERYTHING. IF YOU HAVE A FIRE REQUEST LIKE THIS YOU BETTER SEND IT. I went from Dom!Shawn to cute and giggly mid sex Shawn.Idk how this ended up being so cute. Lmao I hope y’all can see I’m indecisive. Actually had fun with this, I’m back babbieesss. I would love love love some feedback.

Song: Think About Me by DVSN

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“Baby! Have you seen my keys? I’m going to be so late and the girls are going to kill me.” Shawn sat on the couch and continued starring at whatever was so captivating on his phone,

“Nope, haven’t seen them.” You rolled your eyes and took his phone out of his hand.

“Shawn, you didn’t even look up from your phone, let alone help me look!”

“One, you’re cute when you yell, and two, you asked if I had seen them which I truthfully answered no.” He snatched his phone back and planted a quick kiss on your lips before plopping himself back onto the couch. “Any other questions?”

“What is wrong with you?” you asked more to the wind than to him.

“Nothing. Fine. Why wouldn’t I love sparkly pink balloons and confetti around our house, reminding me that over-sexualized men are going to be rubbing their junk all around your face,” he said drawing air circles around your head, “for the entire night!” You threw your head back in a laugh.

“Baby, don’t be like this, you had your fun last month,” you reminded him. All the boys flooded out of hiding to surprise Shawn with the “dream bachelor party”, as they called it. You remember the pictures on Brian’s Facebook of Shawn’s goofy drunk smile and all of his closest friends finally in the same place at the same time. Clicking through the album you were cracking up until you saw a picture of Shawn with his hands covering his eyes and the boys laughing or wide-eyed around him. You were ready to click to the next picture to see what all the fuss was about until suddenly everything disappeared. The album disappeared before your eyes, baffling you until your computer pinged, signaling a private message from Brian: “Sorry love, what happens in Vegas and all that.” You snapped yourself out of the memory when you felt Shawn pouting around you.

“Ok yes, buttt it was all Brian! I had no choice; I was kidnapped!” he whined, sinking further into your plushy couch.

“You’re lucky you’re cute Mendes,” you said, straddling him and kissing his temple to attempt to stop his whining.

“So you’re staying?” he said perking up, sliding his hands around your waist, towing with the hem of your dress. It was your turn to laugh.

“Oh hell no, I’m going to have a great time, baby.” You leaned close and kissed up his neck, ending just under his ear when you felt him shiver. “And you’re just going to have to get over it,” you remarked kissing him slowly while he pulled you impossibly closer. “My needy boy,” you chuckled lowly.

“You actually cannot leave me here right now,” he groaned thrusting his hips up.

“Watch me,” you whispered. You felt a little evil, but mainly powerful. Getting off his lap, you were excessive with sliding off him and shaking your ass once you were back on your feet. “Don’t wait up.”

“You know what, I will. I’ll take care of myself tonight you have fun. You smiled at him, that dazzling smile that initially made his heartache.

“You do that, baby,” you cooed squeezing his cheeks, “give your right hand a break after a while.” He groaned. It’s not that he didn’t trust you, far from it, he just hates how hot you are. That was confusing, and he admits it, but having a fiance so attractive means looks. He was no stranger to them. No matter how many times you reassured him all the stares were for him, but he wasn’t stupid. The fact that not one, not two, but several hot men with glistening abs and better dance moves than him were getting paid to put a smile on your face. Fuck he needs to stop thinking. He may be slightly freaking out, but he would never let you know that. He removed your hand from his cheek quickly and interlocked your fingers, stretching his hand out above the top of the couch.

“You can do whatever you want, honey,” he said whispering while holding an intense stare. “These guys can grind on you, touch you,” he muttered while trailing his other hand down your curves, “try their best to put on a show, but we both know I’m the one that has you begging, screaming,” his hand how ghosts over your neck,” cumming until you’re shaking. So, have fun, honey, I’ll be here when you need me.” Your breath hitched in your throat as goosebumps appeared all over your skin. He kissed your temple and pulled himself up from the couch. “Gotta get going, (Y/N), you’ll be late.” He was full-on smirking on, glad he took back control of the situation. You straightened up and fixed your top and your hair.

“Don’t wait up.” With one final kiss, you grabbed your keys, which were where you left them, you were out the door, leaving Shawn to ease his mind alone. Now, what was he going to do all this time? He didn’t even come back from his own bachelor party, spending the night at Brian’s because he was so far from gone by the end of the night. You got a picture from one of his friends with him curled up shirtless, in black jeans that were way too tight, with a teddy bear in his arms. No one was really sure how Shawn got to bed, but the picture was cute enough for you to not be mad at him for not coming home after a night of strippers.

Shaking the thoughts of his bachelor party away, he got up and looked around the house for something to do, but everything in your home reminded him of you. Like everyone normal person, his mind went to Instagram to hope some mindless scrolling would take his mind off everything. Several questionable Tasty videos and dog pictures later, he found himself clicking through everyone’s stories, not paying much attention until his phone let out a scream. He almost dropped his phone before seeing your face flash across his screen. He sat up straighter on the couch and clicked back to start the story front he beginning. He saw you and your friends screaming on a party bus, he saw all the alcohol and the pink glitter sash that settled nicely between your boobs, so he thought. You and your friends were dancing and laughing about whatever you managed to hear over the loud music. The next story was a solo picture of you with the caption “LAST NIGHT OF FREEDOM DONE RIGHT!!” The next story, he wished he didn’t click on. The front of the strip club was familiar. He might have looked up all the best clubs in the city just in case he needed to come to rescue you, and this one was at the top of the list. He saw several more stories that were to follow, and he locked his phone. He considered throwing it, but he already heard the lecture you would’ve given him if you found out why. He decided to lay back and force himself to sleep, aka torture himself thinking about how was getting to rub their junk all over his almost wife.

“Bye! Thank you again!” you whispered as waved goodbye to your friends, silently thanking them for making sure you got home safe. Shawn shot up from the couch as if his dick told him it was time to wake up.

“Honey!”

“Shawn!,” you screamed. “Don’t scare me like that, and I told you not to wait up!” He laughed and grabbed you by the waist, pulling you into him.”

“(Y/N)!” he mocked you, “you know I always do. So how was it?” he said waiting no time. You chuckled and pushed his chest, moving past him towards your bedroom.

“Not much to tell.” He wrinkled his eyebrows at that, quick on your heels.

“What do you mean ‘not much to tell’?” You steadied yourself on the wall to take off one of your heels.

“I mean you don’t really wanna know, baby.”

“Ok, now I need to fucking know exactly what happened.” He bent down to grab your legs and threw you over his shoulder.

“Shawn! Put me down you fucking animal!” He came around to the couch and sat down, forcing you to straddle him.

“There, you’re down. Now, what happened?” You rolled your eyes and cupped the back of his neck.

“Do you really wanna know?” He rolled his eyes.

“Obviously.” You hit him in the chest.

“Don’t be an asshole or I won’t tell you anything.” He held his hands up in surrender and stayed quiet. You took a second to admire him. He looks so good when he wasn’t talking and letting you be in control. That gave you an idea. You leaned in, impossibly close to him. “Do you want me to tell you? Or show you?” His head jerked back in confusion for the second time on the night.

“Show me?”

“Show you.” And something clicked in Shawn.

“Show me.” You grinned and started to get off him and shake your hips in front of him. You were swaying side to side, to the beat of some song from the club that would not get out of your head. He was about to teach his hands out before you moved further. You whipped your head around.

“Look, don’t touch.” After giving him enough of a show, you got back on top of him, letting his hands finally begin kneading your nearly bare ass.

“No. This?” he said, squeezing particularly hard, “is all mine. And I will touch as I please? Got it?” You laughed and started unbuckling his pants.

“You can’t go one night without giving up control huh?”

“You never let me. I let you go out all night with your friends, let you have God knows how many guys dry fuck the air around you, let you post all over social media about how much fun you were having, yet the whole night I know you were thinking about how much better I could do. Had to shell out ones for those guys when I could having you moaning into the sheets. I let you have your freedom because I know at the end of the day you’re mine, and I’m yours,” he growls.

“W-was not thinking that,” you whimper, slowly feeling the rough pads of his finger paw at your clit.

“Then why are you so wet right now, honey?” You groaned. You wonder why you continually choose to lie to the person who knows you the best on this earth.

“Fuck you,” you spit out, unable to focus because he’s just tapping your clit and not doing anything.

“Aw, honey, is that any way to speak to your future husband?”

“Shawn, if you don’t do something right now you’re not going to be a husband.” He laughing and smiled while sliding your thong and underwear off in one swift motion.

“What do they say? Happy wife happy life?” he continues giggling to himself. “Yeah, I’m funny.”

“For the love of, God,” you begin to sit up and take your shirt off.

“Leave the sash on.” From giggling to stern, that was your Shawn. As you undressed, he went to work. His fingers were sinfully skillful. His thumb was rubbing slow circles into your clit. You leaned back into the couch cushions, the feeling washing over you.

“Fuck, Shawn, your mouth.”

“So needy, could your little strippers make you feel this good?” Those were the last words he said before attaching his lips to your soon to be swollen bud. The sounds he was making were obscene and bouncing off the walls and amplifying in your ears. He was sucking your clit with the force of a vacuum, and you felt like he was trying to pull the orgasm straight from your core. He was lapping at your folds, it was messy and crude, just how you liked it. He spread your lips and spit directly on your clit.

“Fuck!” you cried out squirming. He drove back in, drawing patterns, letters, music notes. Whatever the fuck he was doing, you just didn’t want it to stop.

“F-fingers,” you moaned out, reaching down to pull on his locks. Without warning, two of his fingers slipped inside of you, searching around and making themselves are home. Your hips were jerking and with one forearm, he held you down and made you take it. His fingers were grazing your gspot, rubbing softly like he was trying to build you up for as long as possible for your release.

“Close?” he said muffled against your core, asking as if he didn’t know your body better than you did.

“Please, Shawn! I’ve been thinking about you all night, please, please just me cum.” You tried to stroke his ego to get him to be nice, but as soon as you said that, he let up and wiped his lips with a dirty grin while you were gasping, trying to catch your breath. “Shawn! What the actual fuck!”

“No way you’re not cumming on me, honey.” He pressed what he thought was going to be a quick kiss to your lips when you pulled him closer by the neck to be fully on top of you. A soft chuckle was let out by Shawn until you glared at him. “Sorry! Sorry!” he said with his hands up, “the sash tickled.”

“My husband’s an idiot.” He smiled wide at that.

“Wondering if you’re going to be able to keep insulting me with my cock stuffed halfway down your throat?” You whined and squeezed your legs together.

“Shawn! He laughed and started stroking himself.

“Fine fine, I’ll stop teasing, but only because I love you.” He leaned over you, tip angry red. He spent a minute raking in your body, wondering how he got to be so damn lucky. He left sloppy kisses starting from your belly button all way down to your clit. “Ok, now I’m actually done teasing.” You opened your mouth to scold him until it turned into a scream.

“Fuck, Shawn!”

“Your wish is my command.” After he bottomed out, he took a second to savor the moment. Your eyes were squeezed shut, a light layer of sweat was covering your chest, and the glittery pink sash, your breasts looked like pillows just waiting for him to suck.

“S-shawn, you can move.” His hips jutted forward, almost as if he were on autopilot. The sound of his hips slapping against you consumed the room.

“God, you feel so good,” he moaned into the air as you clawed at his back, pushing him closer. He was exactly where you wanted him, attacking your favorite spots that he knew like the back of your hand.

“No no no, Shawn, right there!” you whined as he started to slow down.

“Oh, I know.” Even with that purely fucked out look on his face, he still managed to be cocky. He pulled out completely, slapping his tip right against your clit, repeatedly. “Wanna hear you say I’m better than the strippers. You wanted to scream, actually, you might of, it was hard to think with your mind so hazy. All you could think about was the orgasm that was just ripped from you.

‘Shaw-”

“Say it.”

“Fuck me, just move!” Now he fucking with you, pushing only the tip in before pulling back out, laughing to himself about how frustrated you were.

“You’re in no position to make demands here, honey,” he reminded. You would truly hate him if you didn’t love him so much.

“Fine! I was thinking about you making me cum all fucking night. No one can fuck me like you so please, please just let me cum.” The desperation in your voice made his dick twitch.

“God, I want that as my ringtone,” he groaned while pushing fully back into you, filling you beyond belief. He was done teasing now, coming to terms with the fact that he couldn’t make you wait any longer because he couldn’t handle much more. Your eyes rolled to the back of your head when he grabbed your right leg and threw it over his shoulder. His other hand snuck around your left to rub you fervently.

“(Y/N),” he commanded in the tone that let you know he wanted your attention. You forced your eyes open to see Shawn staring straight at you. He held eye contact, watching your every move while he felt you flutter around him, letting him know you were close. “Come on, I know you’re close. Let go, baby.” His hips and hand sped up, forcing your orgasm to wash over you.

“F-f-cuk,” you broken cries were swallowed by Shawn’s lips. He snapped up into your forcefully, spilling inside you. You felt ribbons of his cum inside you, intensifying your orgasm. You were grabbing onto the arm of the couch, onto his back, anything to stabilize you, and bring you back down to earth.

“I’ve got you, honey. You’re okay.” You were still breathing hard when Shawn pulled you into his arms, squishing you both onto the couch. He snatched the throw hanging on the edge of the couch and pulled it sloppily over both of your bottom halves.

“I love you, you know that? More than every stripper in the world” He grinned and pulled you impossibly closer. Fuck. He was in love. Your breathing finally evened out as he played with your hair. He looked around the house that became his home because of you. He looked down at your sleeping figure and felt his heart swell. Seeing the glitter sticking to your chest, due to the sweat, he looked down and saw the sash still on you.

“Bach that ass up,” Shawn read and rolled his eyes. “Fucking incredible.”

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whatifyoulivelikethat · 4 years

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aquarium ii | kth

pairing(s): taehyung x reader; ex-jungkook x reader

summary: Life after Jeon Jungkook was grey. You had to find your own color, grow your own rainbow. But what would surprise you the most is the appearance of white cosmos, seven of them clutched tightly in Kim Taehyung’s hand.

warnings: reader discretion is advised: a (half-hearted) suicide attempt; mentions of cheating in previous relationship; language; heavy angst; fluffiest fluff; non-idol!AU; kind garden-loving landlord!Taehyung x reader; ft. sadboi!Jungkook

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part i

now playing – without me by halsey ft. JUICE WRLD

tell me, how's it feel sittin' up there? feelin’ so high, but too far away to hold me

You couldn’t remember that night very well, because you didn’t come up.

The worst part about being cheated on was not the actual cheating. It was the moment where you thought you had done something wrong, like somehow it was your fault it happened, like if you hadn’t done this or that, maybe things would have been different. Maybe if you hadn’t chosen that night to snoop into Jeon Jungkook’s phone, he would have had second thoughts, deleted it all, and loved you again. Maybe if you were a little kinder, a little more attentive, he wouldn’t have fallen out of love with you. Maybe... Maybe.

Maybe.

You knew that was just your brain trying to rationalize his irrationality. You had done wrong by invading his privacy by acting on sheer gut feeling. And you had run away, without confronting it, without giving him a chance, because you knew, you knew that if you gave him a chance, you would believe all his words, get dragged back into his sea, back into those dangerous waters.

All these thoughts coursed through you as the water closed in.

The milky bathwater was slowly replacing your depleting air, leaking into your lungs and you didn’t fight it, turning the darkness of the underside of your eyelids into light, because deep down you still loved him, no matter how stupid or foolish it was. Your heart still clung to his soft, I’m sorry, and you didn’t want to hear it anymore.

You didn’t want to know what loving Jeon Jungkook was like anymore. It was too painful.

you know i'm the one who put you up there name in the sky, does it ever get lonely?

You gave everything so he could be what he wanted to be, not knowing that you were the one slowly being eroded. No one could tell you. You were the one who had to find the signs. You were the one who found yourself trapped in glass walls, stuck in an aquarium, surrounded on all sides by Jeon Jungkook as he made a mockery of your feelings.

You screamed into the water and no one heard you.

The next memory you had was hazy, barely there.

You felt a tightness in your chest, harsh, solid pressure. A frustrated, agonized voice above you, desperately calling your name in deep baritone, desperately asking you to come back, praying in every language he knew for you to come back, come back, please, please, please.

“Please…”

In the whiteness, you wandered. Were you meant to be here? It was a loose fog. You looked around, seeing traces of memory like torn book pages, slipping through the haze. You reached out to touch them and they disappeared, only mirages.

And then you fell, dragged into dark blue, torn, battered, lungs burning as you struggled to stay afloat, coughing hard, your muscles screaming with asphyxiation, sudden oxygen flooding your brain. You whipped your head to the side, hacking up water, spilling it all over the green tiles of the bathroom floor, head pounding. Thoughts swimming, barely computing the shouting above you.

“I can’t fucking believe you,” one voice growled above your jerking body, so venomous that it made your blood run cold. “You absolute disaster of a man, thinking for one fucking second she would even consider taking you back. Look at her! She’d rather drown herself in my damn bathtub than hold a conversation with you!”

“What the fuck do you know?” The familiar voice, the voice that haunted you in your nightmares, the voice that fed you sweet poison. “She would do anything for me! She worships the fucking ground I walk on!”

You curled up into a ball, head pounding by the sudden explosion of light and sound. There was a towel over you, covering your wet naked body, and yet you shivered. You barely registered Kim Taehyung snarling, rising to his feet.

“You narcissistic bastard,” Taehyung spat out. “Get the fuck out of my house. Get the fuck out and don’t ever come near her again or I’ll break your fucking neck.”

“You can’t do anything to me. You’re a nobody,” Jeon Jungkook taunted. “Unlike you, I actually have money to sue you for assault.”

Apparently, Taehyung did not give a single shit, because he immediately roared and launched himself past you, the brown ball slamming into the black wall. You blinked, trying to register what was happening, but it was too much for you and your brain that was slowly trying to restore function due to lack of oxygen. They tumbled down the stairs and you laid your head against the floor, hearing the grunts and shouting, wondering why Taehyung had come back.

Wondering how he knew.

You closed your eyes.

In your dreams, you saw the soft sunlight glowing against Taehyung’s tan skin as he reached down to retrieve a dark green cucumber to show you. It was a bit wonky and hadn’t grown quite right, but you watched Taehyung tap it and smile to himself.

“Doesn’t matter what it looks like on the outside,” he said cheerfully. “I know it will still taste delicious because I gave it love.”

You tried to go back to work, but it was awful.

You loved your work. Perhaps it was boring to others, accounting all day, but it was mundane and peaceful, always knowing what you had to do. You never had to question the numbers. The numbers were what they were and that was that.

But now when you stared out into the grey urban jungle, it pained you.

What once was your safe haven turned into your cage, chaining you to clock in, clock out. You would go home to a motel nearby, crying into unfamiliar, starched sheets, pitying housekeepers preparing your meals, asking you what was wrong and you couldn’t tell them.

Because you didn’t know.

i'm sad inside, but i know it's for the best, right? you had to realize where you drew the line

You didn’t check his social media. You didn’t check his Twitch, his Instagram, his Twitter. You got a new phone, only giving your new number to your work and your parents. With a start, you realized you hadn’t contacted your old high school friends in years. You had lost them all, committing social suicide for Jeon Jungkook. In fact, you had no social media presence, so there was no need to download those apps.

There was nothing on your old phone that you wanted. It sat in the storage unit, forgotten. You didn’t want to turn on your old phone to see the photos, the lock screen of his arms around you, smile on his face from two years ago.

A smile you didn’t even know was real or fake.

i still hate it when you’re not there

You tried to tell yourself you were fine, because moping over Jeon Jungkook was stupid. But you had invested so much. You had given him everything. It was hard to regrow. You were stuffed in this tiny motel room, staring out to the hazy, polluted city, yellow sunlight fighting to be seen.

You sat by the window, clutching your pink flats, remembering Taehyung’s last words to you before you left.

“I looked up the brand and bought you some new ones,” he had said sheepishly. “I felt bad that they got so ruined, all because I asked you to help me with the garden.” He gave you that big, boxy smile. “Just think of them as a parting gift for being such a great tenant.”

You inhaled a deep breath, placing the pale pink flats next to the exact same style but grass-stained, greyed-out, worn ones. You stared at them both.

And made a choice.

“I thought I would never see you again.”

You lifted your head. The scent of flowers, so familiar and comforting, wafted around you, a reassuring embrace. You were wearing a long-sleeved white dress, a brown ribbon around the collar. The pink flats, the ones the owner of the deep baritone voice had gifted you.

That was nearly six months ago now. You had since thrown away the other ones.

Kim Taehyung walked up to you. He was wearing brown overalls and a cream shirt, elbows smeared with dirt. His skin had lightened due to the passing winter, but it was spring now. The flower shop was very busy, but there were other employees, and Taehyung was fixated on you.

“I didn’t know you worked here,” Taehyung said quietly, his brown eyes shimmering. “I would have come here a lot more often if I knew.”

You bit you lip and bowed your head politely, smiling at him. Taehyung coughed and rubbed the back of his head, messing up his dark brown hair. It was longer and curlier now, desperately needing a trim.

“I… I came to get carnations. The shop I normally go to ran out.”

You nodded, leading him wordlessly to the red and pink carnations. There was still a good number left, but you had to pick through carefully to find the most beautiful ones for him. He watched you work, chewing on his lip. You held up the large bouquet to him.

“What do you think?” you asked softly.

He smiled at you. “Perfect.” He didn’t ask the price. “Could you make two corsages out of a few of them?”

“Of course. Right this way.”

You brought him to one of the counters, selecting a few blooms to make the corsages. You showed him the available ribbons and he picked a thin, sheer white one. He watched you work, quickly, but delicately, careful not to bruise the petals.

“You became an expert about flowers,” he remarked. “I’m still struggling.”

You smiled. “I’m still learning. It’s very different from what I used to do.” You twisted the ribbon into a perfect bow, using floral wire to secure it.

“You don’t talk to him anymore, do you?”

You shook your head. “Haven’t seen him since that day you threw him down your stairs.”

Taehyung laughed a little too loud, making the patrons stare at him. He coughed nervously, cramming the crumpled brown hat under his arm onto his head. You placed your hand over your lips, trying to hide your chuckle. Your fingertips smelled like phloem sap from the cut stems, sweet and grassy.

Taehyung gazed at you, surrounded by flowers, carnations laid out on the counter.

“Will you… let me take a picture of you?”

You blinked at him, lips parting.

Taehyung reached into his pocket, pulling out an old 35mm film camera. He looked sheepish as he held it up, hesitating.

“Sorry, I just… you look so beautiful, and I don’t want to forget that.” He rubbed the back of his neck with his free hand. “I know it’s a weird habit. But I like to take pictures and I never took one of you.” He looked deep into your eyes.

“I really regret not taking a picture of you.”

Your fingers were still over your mouth. You nodded.

Taehyung held the camera up and snapped a photo.

“He waits for you to get off work every day. It’s been a week now.”

The manager was teasing you, nudging your arm as you tugged on your long camel coat. You smiled at her, an old woman with knowing eyes that had seen and enjoyed a lot of life. Taehyung waved across the street as you made eye contact with him.

“There aren’t men like him anymore, you know,” she said gently. “These kinds of things happened in my generation, but now young people send pictures of flowers instead of the real thing.”

When you thanked the manager and walked out to Taehyung, he held out a small bundle of tiny flowers to you. White cosmos. You stopped, surprised. Breathless as you looked up at him. He was illuminated by a streetlight and the dying sun, the golden hour matching his golden skin. Holding out the white cosmos, shivering in the spring breeze.

“They’re not that pretty,” he said guiltily, stepping up to you. “I’ve been trying to grow flowers for months now and these are the only ones that survived, ahahaha…”

He scratched his head, brushing his hair back.

“I always hoped that if I saw you again, I could show you that I was able to finally grow flowers.” Taehyung laughed, shrugging apologetically. “This is all I got.”

You reached out and took the small bundle from him. They were a bit curled and slightly wilted from being carried around but you smiled at them.

“No one has ever grown flowers for me,” you said quietly.

The tiny yellow centers of each flower were surrounded by white. You counted seven. Taehyung had given you seven flowers. Seven flowers he grew on his own, because he wanted to show you. You placed your fingers on your mouth, the scent of the floral shop returning to you with the action. Your chest felt tight and full, a feeling unlike any other.

“I wanted to grow at least eight,” Taehyung lamented. “Because that would be luckier, but…”

You shook your head quickly, looking up at him. Him and his beautiful brown eyes, a small patch of dirt underneath his cheek. He probably didn’t even know it was there.

“No.”

You removed your hand from your lips and smiled at him.

“Seven is perfect.”

You threw your hands around him and hugged him tightly.

When Jeon Jungkook saw you again, everything was different.

He was distracting himself from school. University was much harder than he thought, especially since he didn’t attend right after high school to pursue his streaming career.

For a long time, he had someone to take care of him, first his mom and then you. Someone to do everything so he could recklessly chase his dreams. But things were different now. He had to suddenly become an adult. It wasn’t because of you. You hadn’t told anyone what happened.

But everyone knew.

One girl had let it slip, and then another and another, and then screenshots were plastered everywhere, all over the internet for anyone to see, not knowing the context, tossing judgements left and right. His parents found out and then his friends, everyone disappointed in him, not surprised that you vanished without a trace. He had to vanish too, every sponsor cutting ties with him immediately, not asking if it was true or not. It was bad for business to be associated with something like that.

Jungkook really regretted it now, but there was nothing he could do to take it back.

That’s why he was sitting in this tiny, one room apartment, using what was leftover from his streaming money to get a degree, saving every penny to his education. At least he hadn’t been so reckless to overspend. You hadn’t let him, always reminding him to save for his future, using your own income to pay for the necessities.

Even now, you were helping him.

Every once in a while, Jungkook would type variations of your old Instagram username into the search bar, wondering if you had ever set it up again. He had asked you to delete it, since you had been getting constant DMs from guys asking you out, sending you unsolicited dick pics. You had agreed, even through you could have fought him or simply privated it.

You had deleted it, Jungkook knew now, because he asked you and you loved him.

It hurt to know that you loved him so dearly and he was too busy feeding his own ego to see it.

When Jungkook saw you again, you were surrounded by flowers.

Your profile picture was a close up shot of your beautiful face, golden sun against your skin, a white cosmos tucked behind your ear. He knew it was you. He could tell by the shape of your lips, the contours of your eyes, even through your eyes were closed. Wearing a white dress, the ruffles fluttering in the wind.

Jungkook was breathless, seeing you again. He scrolled through your pictures. They were mostly of flowers, with captions of how to grow them. Were you a florist now? Some of them were of you in different dresses, surrounded by blue sky and green summer. The smile on your face was so dazzling that he wondered who gave you that smile.

His heart wrenched uncomfortably in his chest.

Or maybe it wasn’t a someone.

There was a time when that smile was his. There was a time when he could make you smile like that, your lips saying his name breathlessly – “Jungkook, Jungkook, look at this!” – showing him something silly or giving him his favorite banana milk with special edition packaging, saying how cute it was, just like him.

He blinked and a droplet fell onto his phone.

Right on your smiling face, hand holding a large straw hat, your pink dress fluttering in the wind.

Jungkook wiped it away, swiping at his tears with the sleeve of his black sweatshirt, wondering why had he taken that smile for granted, why he had drifted away from the safe coast, why he had thought, even for a second, that the days and nights you spent cleaning after him meant that you were keeping yourself busy and away from him, not seeing it for what it was, not seeing that it was your love for him and his own sloppiness that left him here now, staring at your summer as his summer was torn from him by textbooks and lectures.

He shuddered, still looking at the pictures, not wanting to miss a moment, even if they weren’t his moments anymore.

One of your pictures was a bundle of seven white cosmos, a little wilted and sad-looking.

Jungkook read the caption.

It doesn’t matter if you don’t think you’re beautiful. Because there is someone out there who thinks you are. They use every resource they know to give you love, even if it’s clumsy at first. Even if you don’t think you need it or want it.

The tears were really coming now, streaming down his cheeks as Jungkook asked himself why, why did he give this up?

They celebrate you and your love instead of simply tolerating it.

You sat on the edge of the cliff, legs dangling over the side.

Your pink flats were right beside you, and your arms were resting on the wooden fence. The ocean breeze was strong here, salty and cold. But you didn’t feel the cold, because Kim Taehyung had wrapped a thick wool blanket around you two. It was already night, but by the seaside it was still chilly, even in the summer, due to the sea breeze.

He peeled the foil back on a roasted sweet yam, taking off some of the skin so you could bite into it. You tried to take it from him but he shook his head, frowning at you. You laughed and took a bite, scalding your mouth from how hot it was. But it still tasted good.

“I asked my parents if I could have it.”

You looked up at him, trying to blow the steaming air from your mouth in attempt to cool off.

“The cottage?”

Taehyung nodded, taking a bite and wincing. “You’ll never guess what they said.”

You smiled. “What did they say?”

He scowled. “Then pay rent!” He waved a hand to the seaside house behind you two. “They own it! Why do I have to pay rent? I’m their son!”

You giggled, hiding your mouth behind you hand. Taehyung angrily bit into the sweet yam again and choked, forgetting how hot it was. Your giggles turned into full-blown laughter, falling back onto the grass, wool softening your fall. Taehyung narrowed his eyes at you, shaking the yam furiously. The white moonlight glinted off the silver foil. He puffed his cheeks and sighed as your laughter faded out.

You looked up at the stars, realizing how clear the sky was here.

It was nothing like the city.

Even in darkness, the white stars shone against the black, bright and clear. You wouldn’t have seen them if you weren’t here, on your back and looking up at them.

“Anyway, they only said it was a hundred won, so I guess that’s fine,” Taehyung grumbled. “Really made me worried there for a second, sheesh.”

You turned your head to look up at him. “You going to live here?”

Taehyung shook his head.

“No, you are.”

You blinked, taken aback. He rewrapped the yam, determining it was too hot to eat right now. He gazed down at you, smiling a little.

“It’s better than that one room you have in that house. Safer too.”

You chewed on your lip. “But I can’t pay the amount I paid when I rented it…”

Taehyung poked you with the yam. “Weren’t you listening? The rent is a hundred won. No, two hundred for you, since I have to make some profit.”

He laid down next to you, eye to eye now, smile getting bigger.

“Although I hear there’s this annoying gardener that comes around every day caring for the plants.”

You were smiling now too, drawn by his cheeky, boxy grin.

“Really? I think he’s pretty cute. I think that’s how he gets away with it.”

His brown eyes locked with yours.

“Will you let me care for you too?”

The sound of the sea, crashing into the rockface, constructing a new memory for you.

“I know you’ll be much harder than a plant,” Taehyung murmured quietly. “Sorry, that’s a dumb thing to say, I meant–”

You pressed your lips against his, cold air chilling your cheeks, warmth spreading throughout your soul.

When you pulled away, breathless, Taehyung was staring at you, eyes wide. Those three words came to you, words that you thought you were never going to say again, words you had for someone else, but you knew this was the right one, the perfect flower.

The one who struggled to grow seven flowers.

White cosmos.

Just for you.

“I love you, Kim Taehyung.”

The next summer.

Seven flowers. White cosmos, bright, glowing, perfectly shaped. Surrounding your left hand. The ring finger held a princess-cut diamond surrounded by six tiny small ones like petals.

The caption.

He grew them perfectly this time.

Jeon Jungkook sighed heavily, placing his phone back in his pocket. The noise around him was loud, clattering and chattering, now a familiar atmosphere. The black bucket hat was low over his eyes, shrouding them. He pulled his face mask higher, hiding his features, not wanting to be recognized. Internet shame was enough; he didn’t need public shame as well. He already had to switch universities because of it.

Jungkook placed his hand back onto the subway rail, shouldering his backpack, staring out the train window at the black tunnel.

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