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peachy-blinderss · 5 years ago

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What? I Am a Good Girl Pt.2

Part one here!

Based off the following request:

“Could you do a Tommy one where everyone thinks you’re some good girl that doesn’t get mixed up in the business, but one day they find you helping Tommy get a hit planned out?“

Warnings: Mentions of death, murder, violence, swearing, fighting, soft fluffy Tommy ;)

Word Count: 2094

Slowish Burn, Friends to lovers :)

Part three will be coming shortly. I have a tendency to be super long winded and bad at getting to the point so hopefully this isn’t too boring. I guess this is a bit of a filler. I really hope you like it anyway though. I know I’m not the best writer out there but hopefully you enjoy this. And I know some people will say “oh this isn’t in character for tommy, you write Tommy too nice.” I definitly do but I’m out here living my soft Thomas Shelby fantasy lmao. I am always going to write Tommy as a nice guy f canon 😂 Please leave a comment to tell me what you liked or didn’t like. Thank you for support as always.

Love you all,

Lex :)

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Chirping birds woke you up well before your 7am meeting time with Tommy. Never a morning person, you groaned while covering your face with your pillow. You tossed and turned until you couldn’t stand it anymore. You dramatically uncovered your face and threw your pillow in the direction of the chirping. Fucking birds. Rolling to the edge of the bed you finally forced yourself to sit up and face the day. The only consolation for your far too early wake up call was that you were seeing Tommy today. A large smile split your face when you thought of your best friend and you were excited to see him. Even though you had only seen him hours before, you missed him and begged the clock to move faster towards seven. As much as you relied on each other, you both didn’t see each other as much as you would like. Tommy was a busy man who made time for few. You were one of the lucky ones and you only saw him once or twice a week.

You finally forced yourself out of your warm bed, lazily strolling towards your kitchen in search of breakfast. You took your time not feeling like moving fast so early. Eventually, it was time to get dressed and leave so you quickly changed and headed out the door.

It was summertime in Birmingham which meant you could wear dresses outside and not freeze to death. You reveled in the rare sunshine warming your cheeks and sighed in contentment while making the short walk to the betting shop. Much to your disappointment you quickly came upon the shop which would force you to swap the sunshine for the dull atmosphere it held. Before you had the chance to go in you heard someone calling your name behind you. The first thing you noticed was the clear blue eyes of your best friend. A cheeky smirk crossed your face as Tommy approached you.

“My my is the Thomas Shelby running late?” you giggled out. “I’m almost offended because you’re never late for anything.”

He rolled his eyes as he planted a quick kiss to your cheek. You wondered if it was the sun or his plump lips that made the skin of your cheek heat up. You shook your head to rid yourself of such a ludicrous thought and smiled brightly at him. Tommy lit a cigarette before pointing it at you.

“I’ll have you know I was not late Y/N. I was pulling the car around back for Curly to fill up with Petrol. I would never be late for anything involving my best girl,” Tommy said with a lazy smirk on his face.

You were immediately excited by his words. It wasn’t often you left Small Health and it was even rarer when you left Small Health with Tommy. You knew today was going to be a good day. You were practically bouncing with your excitement and beaming like a small child on Christmas. As he grabbed your hand to lead you to his car you couldn’t stop the barrage of questions pouring out of your lips.

“Where are we going, Tommy? Are we going to the country? Are we going to London?” You said eagerly shaking your intertwined hands back and forth. Tommy swore you were both fifteen again and about to sneak off on your first trip outside of Small Health together. He smiled fondly at the memory.

“If we go to the country can I drive the car? Oh it’s so nice out we should have a picnic! Maybe we could ride the horses and visit the Lees and-”

“Y/n! Lord woman calm down. I’m not telling you where we are going until we get there, now please get in the car,” Tommy said while opening your car door.

“Fine but I’m going to bother you the whole way there Thomas,” you chuckled manically.

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About an hour had passed driving through the lush countryside and you were barely quiet the entire time. You had to make the most of the rare alone time with Tommy. He only got mad at you once when you started worrying over the large bruise covering part of his left eye. Your pouty lips and puppy dog eyes made him forgive you rather quickly. Tommy always had a hard time staying mad at you. Time passed too fast for your liking when you finally felt the car roll to a stop. You would’ve been perfectly content driving and chatting Tommy’s ear off for the rest of the day. Despite this, you were excited to see a stable off in the distance. You almost loved horses as much as Tommy did.

“Are we riding today Tommy?” you questioned him happily.

His only reply was the cryptic smirk he sent your way before he walked to your side of the car and helped you out. Remaining silent he grabbed your hand and pulled you towards the stable. Tommy rubbed his thumb on the back of your hand to calm you down. He always did that when you were nervous or excited because you had very strong emotions that pulled you all over the place. Tommy only let go of your hand to push open the stable doors. Once you were inside you were overwhelmed with the sight of the many beautiful horses. One large black stallion in particular caught your eye. You dropped Tommy’s hand in order to move closer to it. He truly was beautiful and you couldn’t resist patting his nose. Tommy smiled softly as he watched you whispering to his horse. You were so enamored with the stallion you jumped when Tommy began speaking behind you. You cursed Tommy under your breath for scarring you.

“His name is Apollo,” Tommy laughed as you swatted his arm, “the owner of this stable is a good friend of mine and has been training him up for a few months now. He’ll be racing at the Derby tomorrow. James Burton’s horse will also be racing in the same Derby. I’m sure you can see where this is going Y/N.”

You remained quiet as you pondered Tommy’s words. You knew you’d do anything for him and you were very curious to see what he planned for you.

“What do you need me to do Tommy? I’m ready to do whatever it takes,” you said softly.

Tommy sighed sadly in response, “Aye, that’s what I’m afraid of Y/N. I shouldn’t have brought you into this. It would have been better if you didn’t know, but I don’t know what else to do.”

You were shocked to see the genuine sadness in his eyes. He hadn’t looked so sad since he was a boy. Tommy told you almost everything but he always hid the bad parts from you. He never wanted you to see him falter and always tried to protect you from what he didn’t want you to see. You knew the situation was grave when you saw how he looked at you.

“James Burton will not be leaving the race alive,” Tommy said slowly. “He is a liability and he is getting far too confident. He needs to be disposed of quickly and quietly. As much as I don’t like it you will distract him while the rest of the boys dispatch his men. There are a few private boxes at this track, you are to take him there and keep him preoccupied with the race. There is a door behind each bar in the boxes, I will be waiting there and I will kill him when the time is right. Do you understand?”

“Tommy, wouldn’t it make more sense if I were to do it? I mean it would be so easy to carry a small gun in my purse and spring it on him when he least expects it. What if he hears you come in when you open the door and you get hurt? I really think it would be best if you let me-”

Tommy immediately cut you off before you could finish. You could see the fury practically rolling off his body which scared you a bit. Tommy never got like this with you.

“Absolutely not Y/N. Have you gone fucking mad? I will not risk it. I will not risk you,” Tommy roared.

You were furious. You couldn’t believe Tommy was talking to you like this. Not one to hold back you turned your anger onto him.

“Why do you constantly underestimate me, Tommy? I am a far better shot than John, and hell I’m probably a better shot than you. Just because I am a woman doesn’t mean I’m not capable. Why did you ask me to help if you aren’t going to trust me, eh? You just want me to be some pretty damsel in distress and I don’t fucking like it. I’m not useless Thomas, why can’t you see that?” you seethed.

Tommy roughly ran both hands over his face before he threw himself down on a nearby stool. Your headstrong nature drove him mad sometimes and he wished you would just listen to him. He lit a cigarette and thought for a few minutes before speaking again. Meanwhile, you were glaring a hole into the side of his head.

“Love come sit by me, eh? I don’t want to fight with you, “ Tommy said while gently patting the stool next to him.

You tried to keep yourself from going over to him but you melted when he called you love. Tommy knew good and well that was one of your weaknesses. He never fought fair. You rolled your eyes and crossed your arms with an over exaggerated huff leaving your mouth. You forced yourself to stay cemented to where you stood.

“Please love, we never fight. Let’s not start now, eh?”

Damn him and his husky voice and pouty lips and puppy dog eyes you mentally cursed as you crossed the stable and sat down on the stool next to him. Refusing to let him win so easily, you dramatically crossed your arms over your chest before turning your back to him. You always forgave him quickly, but today you wanted to make him sweat.

“Y/N look at me, please. I need you to talk to me,” Tommy said.

Still, you refused to turn around and face him. Accepting the situation, Tommy began talking at your back.

“Love, I know what you’re capable of. You are one of the bravest people I know and I know you could easily handle Burton. I just don’t want you to ever know what it’s like to kill a man. It changes you. It makes you cold and bitter and I don’t want that for you. I want to keep you safe and I don’t want you to end up how I have. I’ve become a bad man. I kill men who look at me the wrong way and children are scared of me. I don’t want you to know what that’s like. Please Y/N don’t be angry at me” he pleaded with you.

Tommy turned you to him when he heard you sniffle. His calloused thumb quickly wiped the tears falling from your eyes. It broke his heart when you cried and he never liked to be the reason for it.

“Please don’t cry, love. I’m sorry for upsetting you,” Tommy said softly while grabbing your hands and lightly running his thumbs across the back of them. You began to calm down and you finally looked Tommy in the eye.

“It’s not that Tommy. It just breaks my heart to hear you speak so lowly of yourself. You are the kindest and sweetest man I have ever known and I wish you could see yourself how I see you. I’m crying because I worry so much about you and thinking of you getting hurt makes me physically ill. I want to protect you too you stupid idiot,” You said while lightly punching his chest.

“Are we ok then Y/N? I want to make sure we are fine before tomorrow?” Tommy asked nervously while wiping the remaining tears from your cheeks.

“Yes Thomas, we are ok. And yes Thomas I will follow your plan so stop worrying,” you rolled your eyes.

You could see him visibly relax and you giggled as he kissed the back of your hand while mumbling quiet thank yous.

“Oh, but Thomas?” You said with a cheeky smirk on your face “I’m going to need a new dress for tomorrow and I trust you can handle that for me.”

Tommy rolled his eyes playfully at you, “Whatever you want love.”

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gentleknj · 7 years ago

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ruin the friendship

Pairing: jeon jungkook x reader

Genre: fluff, maybe some slight angst?

Friends to Lovers!au

WARNINGS: mentions of abusive relationship, swearing, and mentions of anxiety/panic attacks. Please do not read if these things are triggering to you, I would rather have 0 readers than harming someone mentally and/or emotionally.

Word count: 6k+

A/N: this is my first blurb, one shot, whatever you want to call it, so don’t mind any mistakes since this is my first. but it is dedicated to one of my lovely mutuals whose birthday is today! i really went all out lmao. happy birthday annie!! i really hope this is okay. enjoy!

Maybe it was the way he couldn’t stand the sleazy guys you always dated, maybe it was the way he thought you were the most beautiful woman on this planet when he first met you. Maybe it was because in the last four years of friendship he had seen you blossom from a girl who kept to herself and was engulfed in anything revolving music to this radiant, extroverted beauty. Whatever it was, it finally pushed Jungkook to do what he was planning tonight.

He stood with his hip resting against the island in the kitchen that doubled as your kitchen table whenever the two of you had nights free to yourselves. But here he was, scrolling through his phone with a hand stuffed in his slacks pocket, dressed to the nines and waiting for you to finally leave your room for the dinner he planned for you “four-year friend anniversary”. His attention was fully on his screen through the photo album of you two over the last year of living together.

“Jungkook!” You shrieked, eyes lit with excitement as you pointed towards the sky, fireworks popping.

He laughed, tilting his head to the side for a moment like he always did before joining you on the grass. The river rushed a few meters away and over twenty meters below as the two of you laid back to enjoy the view. It was the first time he had seen you smile since you had broken up with a boyfriend you had acquired while on a trip with a friend in Ireland. It had lasted long distance for nearly nine months and then you had gotten news that he had slept with other girls because the distance was too much. It made sense, but it hurt. What hurt more was your tears at five in the morning as Jungkook held you for support. That was the first time he saw you cry. And he had to admit, that the view of you laughing and smiling so hard your nose scrunched, was one he’d rather you wore more often.

The colors were vibrant and beautiful, your giggles and excited pointing here and there were just a bonus. He knew then that he wanted to make you smile like that for a long time.

Your heels clicking against the wooden floor were enough to draw a smile to his face. His phone was discarded into his pocket before he stood fully, eyes meeting yours. To say he was at a loss for words would be an understatement. The red of your dress against your skin was more complimentary than when the color is fading into a sunset. Your hair fell in gentle curls on your shoulders, the silk of the dress hugging each of your curves in such a way that left nothing and everything to the imagination. You looked elegant and ethereal and he stood with his mouth agape in response.

“If I did too much, I can change...” You trailed off with a nervous laugh, pink dusting your cheeks as you looked at the ground.

“No, no!” He rushed, startling both of you. “I mean- Y/n, you look… you look gorgeous.” He said with a breathless chuckle, taking your hand in his to spin you around.

His words made the blush on your cheeks darken before you swatted his chest playfully, scrunching your nose with a wide smile. “You don’t look half bad yourself, Jeon.”

Now it was his turn to blush, but not for long enough. The door was opened and held for you to exit first, your coat offered to you like a scene straight out of a romance movie. He wanted everything to be as magical as you had described to him all those long nights ago.

“So, what’s your ideal date?” You asked, leaning against his headboard and popping a grape into your mouth.

Jungkook paused his game, rolling onto his side to look at you fully, his brows knit in confusion. “What?”

“Oh, come on, bunny. You know, like what kind of date would you want to go on with a girl? Like to the movies and then an arcade, or maybe just dinner and a walk home?”

“Where did this- okay. Well, I know you won’t stop asking until I tell you, so. I guess I would just want to walk around the city at night. See all of the lights and just hold hands.” He answered with as much of a shrug as he could muster given his position.

You dealt him a dramatic eye roll and a grape that hit his head with a ‘smack’, which bounced off the bed. A loud giggle bubbled between you two before you looked at him with a dreamy smile, grape bag gripped to your chest melodramatically.

“Well, simpleton, I think my dream date would to be to go to a fancy restaurant, dressed to the nines. Glamorous, you know?” You closed your eyes now to imagine the scene, Jungkook taking full advantage to admire the way you spoke so passionately about a fanaticized date. “And then I would want to go back to his place, drink a little and take off all of my makeup and overly glamorous outfit to just play a scary video game. Now that, that would be a really good date.” You checked the time on your phone before jumping to your feet, jolting the poor doe-eyed boy from his dreamy state. “Fuck, its nearly 2 am, I need to get back to my dorm before Sunmi beats me to death.” Another grape was shoved into your mouth before you grabbed your things, turning haphazardly as you pulled on your shoes. “See you in dance class tomorrow, bunny.” You said before swallowing the remnants of your grape.

Before you left that night, you kissed his forehead and reminded him to take his medicine before falling asleep. That was the night he knew he fell in love with you.

“After you.” Jungkook’s voice was soft, his hand resting on the small of your back as you two checked in at the restaurant.

“Jeon, this is too fancy. Why are you doing all of this?” You whispered as you glanced around at the aristocrats and inevitable CEO’s that littered the place.

Suddenly you felt underdressed, as if everyone was staring at you and knew that you both were just college seniors just trying to get by. The brown eyed boy noticed the fear on your face and automatically stood between you and your vision of the people sat around at the various tables. “Y/n, it’s okay, just trust me, yeah? Pretend it’s only you and me. We aren’t here to please them anyways, we’re here for our friend-iversary dinner, remember?”

A small bit of tension fell from your shoulders as you took Jungkook’s hand, nodding softly. “Let’s go have some bomb ass food, just the two of us, yeah?” You said, cheeks flushing pink as the infamous bunny smile overtook Jungkook’s features.

It was nearly 1 am but with your dance final tomorrow, you couldn’t mess it up. Your partner and ex-boyfriend, Yugyeom, was supposed to be here. But he just left your messages on read and left you to the wolves. Jungkook walked back into the studio with a bag from the corner store, offering you the choice between the caffeinated drinks before taking a long swig of water. He had come around 10 pm when you had your melt down. Your partner flat-out canceled and if you showed up without one you would automatically fail.

“Take a break, yeah? Your part is fine, I need to finish figuring out mine, so I don’t ruin this for you.” Before you could protest he had gently nudged you onto the couch in the far end of the studio, hitting play on the stereo.

He worked through the entire night to perfect the choreography you had given him, so when you woke up from your unintentional slumber at 7am, it was genuinely breath taking to see him have the steps down perfectly. As you sat up with a slightly embarrassed hunch to your shoulders accompanied by proud clapping, his tired eyes met yours in the mirror. You could’ve sworn that was the biggest smile you had ever seen him muster.

Later that morning, the final went better than you could’ve hoped and prayed for. Your professor even stood up to applaud your hard work before moving onto the next student.

The table you two were sat at had a view of the night life of Seoul, the cars zooming by in blurs and people walking the sidewalks with no recognition for anyone else’s world but their own. You stared out the large window at the view below, hand moving to blindly grasp your glass of water as Jungkook admired you in the low light. The small and few freckles that decorated your arms, chest and neck were counted before his gaze rested on your lips, pink and plump. As you turned your attention back to him, his eyes fell to the menu, the anxiety rising in his chest at the situation.

Who was he kidding? Why did he go through with this batshit plan? Aren’t you still on and off with that asshole Jeongyeon set you up with three months ago, what was his name again? Kim something? Shit. Jungkook glazed over the menu, ordering whatever the waiter claimed to be the special this evening and turned his gaze to the city buzzing below, the only thing buzzing louder than the thoughts that danced around his head. The discomfort was evident in his body language, off putting the once comfortable and happy mood shared between the two of you.

The first weekend after the two of you moved in together was the most memorable. Jungkook had bought the new Resident Evil game. Considering you two were horror junkies, he deemed it fitting for the two of you to stay up all night playing it. But throughout the first hour of the game, you chucked the controller at him one too many times during combat sequences. So, you two made a pact, he fought, you solved puzzles.

Everything had been going just fine, you solved the puzzles that Lucas left around for the birthday party sequence and ended up not getting Jungkook killed. But you hid like a baby an hour before when ‘Mama’ was crawling along the ceiling with her tummy full of bugs and nastiness exposed and grotesques. The small whimpers that fell from your mouth whenever she got close to Ethan, his character, fed the brown eyed boy’s ego. Earlier, he called you a ‘wuss’ and a ‘scaredy cat’, so your terrified reactions caused a smug smile to crack onto his face. But of course, you couldn’t see that, your head was hidden behind his broad shoulders and cocooned beneath his comforter. But it didn’t make his chest swell any less knowing that you took comfort in him, even if it was from a fictional, animated character.

By the time another puzzle presented itself, Jungkook was blindly handing the controller behind him for a few minutes before realizing you were snoring softly at the top of the bed, socks pulled off sleepily as you were curled in his blankets, hair strewn across his pillow. He would never tell you, but that was his favorite view of you. You looked so peaceful when you slept, slightly pouting, but nonetheless you looked as if the world hadn’t troubled you in your lifetime. As if nothing every broke your heart, or broke you into sweats just before finals came around and stressed you beyond human belief. He smiled to himself before turning the system and television off, pulling the blanket that had fallen onto the floor to rest on top of you before padding to your room with a yawn.

As he tucked himself under your blankets, the smell of your coconut and cherry blossom array of products lulled him to sleep faster than he’d like to admit to himself. But you gave him a kind of comfort and reassurance he hadn’t felt since his parents left him.

“Hey, are you alright?’ Your voice broke him from his thoughts, the smell of fresh food and your soft, warm hand on top of his invading his senses.

“Huh? Oh- uh yeah, sorry I was just thinking about something.” He lied through a false smile, removing his hand from yours nervously.

His attention was on his food and light conversation with you, asking how your day was and if you that one teacher of yours was still giving you trouble. Instead of answering him, you just frowned in his direction, making as much of an effort as he was at the failing and overwhelmingly awkward situation. A heavy sigh fell from his lips at the realization that he was screwing up his own entire plan. His fork was set on the plate with a louder than anticipated clang, drawing your attention and a few others from surrounding tables.

“I’m sorry. I have work and school on my mind and I let that get in the way of our dinner. So how about after this, we get some ice cream from the market, the big tub like you like, and we can go play that new game you wanted to try out. As an apology?”

Your signature dramatic eyeroll, one of his favorite things you did, made its reappearance before your wide smile made its way onto your features, nodding softly. “Fine, but you’re paying for the ice cream. I already bought the game on your console when I was getting ready.”

“Sneaky, I like it.” He playfully dropped an obnoxious wink, causing the two of you to laugh before finishing off your meal.

The bill was paid and instead of making you walk all the way back to the apartment in those awfully high and skinny heels, he pulled out a pair of those disposable flats he had bought off of some infomercial in hopes they would work well enough to get you home with less pain than those heels were giving you.

“You’re lucky I love you, or else I would have laughed and left you to walk home on your own with these disastrous looking flats.” You smiled, changing your shoes with a relieved sigh.

“Oh, you would’ve, huh? I can walk faster than you could have in those heels, so it would’ve been you alone.” He challenged, ignoring the three words that made his heart beat so loud he swore that all of the city could hear it beating.

A knock fell upon the apartment door, curiosity filling the tall boy. He wasn’t expecting any visitors, not at this hour and definitely not with the thunderstorm raging on outside. Against better judgement, he opened the door only to find you drenched and in tears. His mouth couldn’t form words fast enough to beat his actions. His warm arms wrapped around your shaking figure, bringing you much needed warmth as he maneuvered the two of you into his dorm room, thankful his roommate took the night out.

He sat you down with a few towels and the spare winter blanket hidden away in the closet. He sat opposite you now, on the coffee table, furrowed brows and tired eyes. You had begun to explain that Changkyun, your newest boyfriend at the time, had been sleeping with this girl from his medical class. When you walked into his dorm expecting to find him studying or asleep, considering he told you he didn’t feel well and had a test tomorrow and that you shouldn’t come over, you did anyways. And you’d wished you hadn’t. The thermos filled with soup and the bag from the pharmacy filled with a few cold remedies dropped on the floor with a thud, along with your heart, you swore of it. Jungkook was filled with anger, he couldn’t fathom someone doing that, to you, of all people. But instead of heading to that guy’s dorm and bashing his cheating face into the wall, he tucked your wet hair behind your ears and began drying your bangs before moving on to the rest of your hair.

He didn’t want to hear the rest of the story, anger clouding too much of his mind, so instead he opted for giving you some warm clothes of his and turning on a movie he knew would calm you down. But what angered him the most was the countless times he had seen you with bruises, and tonight was no different. The deep purples and blues that blossomed on the left half of your jaw and the finger shaped bruises on your wrist were painful to witness. Jungkook knew this was the last straw for you, that if the physical torment wasn’t enough to make you leave a man you loved, the emotional torment he caused tonight sure was.

The doe-eyed boy handed you a small, home-made ice pack before nodding for you to take his bed for the night, denying any counter argument you had for him lying on the floor. It stayed silent, save for the gentle hum of the drama playing on the television to keep the two of you occupied mentally from tonight’s trauma.

Around 3 am, the sound of your muffled yet ragged breathing was enough to tear him from slumber and fill his chest with dread. You had since calmed down as he laid staring at the ceiling, afraid that if he interrupted your attempts to calm yourself down would result in a worse outcome. But his concern grew to be too much and he moved to lay facing the bed, your tired eyes meeting his. “Will you please lay with me?” Your voice barely above a whisper as you wiped your eyes.

“Yeah, yeah of course.” He paused, sitting up to properly hold your gaze. “My bed isn’t that big though, is that okay?”

You simply nodded and sniffled before retreating to the far side of the bed. The close proximity of your smell and the warmth of your body next to his was enough to calm his nerves but also drive his heart wild. He tried to will away the butterflies that relentlessly flew around in his blood stream as you wrapped yourself around him, cuddling into him out of habit for comfort.

“I-I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to have an a-attack like that… “You shut your eyes tightly in what he could only assume was anger judging by the change in your expression.

“Hey, listen to me Y/n, don’t you ever apologize for that okay? I chose to be your friend, knowing you have these. We both are a little fucked up, but that’s why we’re best friends, yeah? You can’t control that, and I know it. You know it. It’s okay, you’re okay. Don’t ever apologize to anyone for something you have no control over. If they can’t handle every aspect of you, they don’t deserve you.”

The look of shock and utter appreciation on your face was one that he couldn’t erase, even if he wanted to.

After so many years, you think you’d know Jungkook by now, but you didn’t. You couldn’t see just how madly in love with you he had been all along. He hadn’t kept any girlfriend for longer than four months, and he never slept around with anyone who threw themselves at him at various parties you two would attend. But in stark contrast, you had a grace period of six to eight months before getting involved with another guy, granted each relationship was longer than eight months themselves. That is a few months ago when you had broken up with some ‘what’s his name’ and started having one-night stands. Nearly every night, or so it seemed. It was either you would head to their place and come back early morning, or you would invite them back to your shared apartment and Jungkook would be met with some stranger doing the walk of shame out the front door as the doe-eyed boy made himself coffee. It became routine for months until Jungkook decided enough was enough.

Another night where loud headphones and ear plugs were the only way he was getting through tonight. He knew the last break up tore you in half, which brought this behavior of lending yourself to whatever guy got you drunk and gave you more compliments than you could count. In all the years of knowing you, Jungkook knew you were insecure, only deeming that sharing your body with someone was something that should be done with someone you trust and care about. But the drunken moans coming from the other room were too much.

His fist collided with your bedroom door twice, waiting for the two of you to stop making noise and open the door, and when you did, the two of you were nearly fully clothed still. Thankfully. But bile still rose in Jungkook’s chest before his anger got the best of him, his hand grasping the guy’s shirt before escorting the drunken fool out of the apartment.

“What the fuck, Jeon.” You stated, rather than actually asking him the question.

“I should ask you the same, Y/l/n.” He rubbed his face before crossing his arms firmly over his chest, disappointment riddling his usually happy face. “I don’t know who is standing in my hallway right now, but that’s not my best friend.”

The alcohol smell on you was strong enough to reach him from across the room. Your glossy eyes and drunken frame resting against the hallway wall was a heartbreaking sight. This wasn’t you, this wasn’t his best friend nor the girl he was in love with. But it was. His anger subsided as you frowned, tears threatening to spill but his hands gently took yours, ushering you to the bathroom beside your room before any tears could fall. You sat half-coherently on the closed toilet as he ran a hot shower for you, helping you remove your makeup before instructing you to take a shower, his figure disappearing behind the now closed door. He sat on your bed for an hour as he waited for you to emerge in nothing but a towel, a slightly soberer, but clean mess.

He could’ve swore he sighed more times tonight than he ever has in his life, but he helped you pick out clothes to wear to bed before leaving you to change and hopefully find your own way into a slumber.

The next day he had woke far before you did and took pity on the hangover you were bound to be feeling the instant you awoke. He fought with himself the entire hour he took to get ready, ‘should I leave her something to help the hang over?’ and, ‘No, she can nurse her hang over herself’. In the end, he left you hangover soup, courtesy his grandmother’s recipe, and Aspirin with a neatly written note of ‘I’ll be home later’ before leaving for his classes that day. You hadn’t called or texted him after you woke, too consumed in your own guilt as you recalled some of what happened last night. Through your drunken haze you had managed to remember the look on his face when you stood drunkenly in the hallway. You later told Jimin that it hurt worse than any break up had, just knowing you disappointed him. But Jungkook and Jimin were just as close of friends as you two were so it was no surprise when he got home he immediately hugged you.

Since then, you hadn’t wandered home at 6 am, clothes disheveled and hangover apparent. You actually seemed to be getting closer to one another. Jungkook could feel his heart soaring every time you would scrunch your nose in laughter at him, every time you would come in at 2 am and asked to cuddle because you had a bad dream. But as far as he knew, the feelings weren’t reciprocated, and he could tell by your actions that the love you felt for him was platonic, that any hope he had of you feeling the same way was out of reach. He shook the feeling of self-doubt on his mind as the two of you entered the G-25 beside the entrance to your apartment building, quietly greeting the high school cashier with a polite smile.

“Which flavor should we get this time?” You asked, tucking your hair behind your ears as you peered into the freezer.

“Hey, I’m only buying. You get to decide the flavor, remember?” He chuckled, glancing at you before shyly turning his attention to the ice cream.

“Yes, but if you’re going to be eating it with me then you need to like the flavor as well, dummy.”

He groaned playfully in response with a shake of his head, his brown fringe falling into his eyes in the process. You laughed at his childishness, turning to gently brush the hair from his eyes. The two of you turned back towards the freezer, deep shades of pink blooming onto both of your cheeks. Silence befell the two of you and he could’ve sworn you could hear his heart coming to a stop before settling on a new flavor to try, the brown eyed boy shyly paying soon after. He still held the door open for you as you both left the G-25, and he also held the door open for you to the apartment building as well as the apartment itself.

“Why exactly are we going to this stupid beach party anyways?” Jungkook spoke as his eyes rolled heavenward, hands shoved deeply into the pockets of his shorts.

“Because there will be free food, alcohol and fireworks. And Jin said his friends were bringing surfboards.”

“And the catch?”

You pouted softly before sighing, arms folding over your chest as you stepped in front of him just before you reached the sand; stopping the two of you from progressing. “It’s a couples thing…” You mumbled, turning your eyes to the ground. “I really wanted to come, I haven’t been able to hang out with Jin or Hoseok or Sunmi and Jeongyeon like this in a while. We don’t have to pretend to be a couple, but we had to show up together.”

“Are you sure that’s the real reason?” his eyebrow cocked up at your innocent expression.

“Well…I was also told that Yugyeom was here… And I wanted to show him that I’m better now. That I don’t need him, you know?”

“But if it’s a couples only party, wouldn’t he be with his new girlfriend then?”

“Yes,” you frowned, rolling your eyes with a sigh. “I also wanted to see who I should be pitying now. He won’t keep her for very long, if I know anything about him, it’s that he genuinely gets bored very quickly.”

“Fine, but you’re buying my barbeque for this.” He said as he copied your eyeroll, only more playfully. He draped an arm around your shoulders before ushering you both towards the people grouped together by the shoreline.

Once inside the warmth of your apartment, the two of you immediately went to dress down into something utterly comfortable and far warmer than your classy attire. Once the doe-eyed boy was dressed, he left the door to his room open before setting up the usual. He tilted his head to the side for a moment as he thought about the weight of tonight, how this very confession has been aching to tumble off his lips for the longest time. The lights were then promptly turned off, spoons armed beside the tub of ice cream as he finished the installation of the game. You padded in a few minutes later in the yellow sweater Jungkook had given you many, many months ago. The sight was enough to stun him into a signature wide-eyed, mouth agape reaction that had a smug smile tugging at your lisp.

“Remember this one?” You joked, modeling the oversized sweater.

“Didn’t my grandmother think we were dating because you came down on Christmas morning in my clothes?” Laughter vibrated through his chest as he moved to stand in front of you.

“Yeah. I remember her face of disappointment at first though,” Soon enough, you were in a fit of laughter as well. “She thought we had sex in your old bedroom the night before. All because I couldn’t go home for the holidays.”

The laughter bubbled into wide smiles for a while, comfortable silence engulfing the two of you. Jungkook felt his heart rate rise in that moment, the sight of you in nothing but his sweater and shorts, hair in a high ponytail; smile on your face and eyes on him and only him. You both held eye contact for a while, the only thing breaking it was the loud sound of the game menu popping up after everything installed.

The theme park was packed for a week night, the excitement for the season thick in the atmosphere. Halloween week at Everland was bound to be congested with people but this was overwhelming. As much as Jungkook liked to play off his anxieties of public gatherings like this, he couldn’t hide this one time.

You and he had made plans to finally come here for their zombie runs, and horrifying attractions for a good night’s scare before his favorite season came to an end. But tonight, his anxiety had other plans. The tightness in his chest was what started the attack and the panicked look in his eyes gave you chills. The way you pulled him to the side and away from public view and held his face between your hands was something he wouldn’t forget. Your eyes never left his, his hands resting on your knees as you were both knelt to the ground.

“Hey, it’s okay. We can leave if you’d-“

“No, we ca-came here to have fu-fun” He stuttered through troubled breathing. He squeezed his eyes shut tightly as he struggled to calm his own breathing, growing angry at himself for ruining your night.

“Remember what you told me? Don’t get angry at yourself over this, Kook. It’s okay, take deep breaths, I’m not going anywhere. It’s just you and me.”

You repeated the last sentence a few times in the small span of his mild anxiety attack, alternating between allowing him to use your hand as something to squeeze onto and combing your finger through his hair. The feeling of your warm fingers through his messy locks was focused on, the feeling of you being close made the ringing in his ears slow to a halt. Minutes passed with you two completely unaware of the bustle of people around you. It took a few minutes until he was able to stand fully without his body shaking. Guilt consumed him when your eyes met his, the concern oozing from your features.

“Thank you.” His voice coming out softer than anticipated before you nodded sympathetically.

Before the two of you carried on that night to get the absolute piss scared out of you, you pulled him into the tightest hug your smaller frame could muster. He quietly liked the way you fit against him, but he deemed that to be too awkward to even think about mentioning at any point in time aloud. But the three words begged to be spilled from his lips.

Outlast 2 had proven to be more gore-filled and horror driven than either of you anticipated. The same routine presented itself, whenever the anticipation was too high, and the character had to stealth through a section to avoid being killed horribly, the controller was thrown at Jungkook. He was amused every time you dug your feet beneath the covers and shielded your eyes from the inevitable tense atmosphere the game presented. Only this time, he turned to face you, pausing the game.

His heart hammered out of his chest as his smile faded into him drawing his lip between his teeth. When the sound of the game came ceased to exist, you peered at him over your hands, confused. “Is everything okay?” You asked, your brows knitting together.

“Not really.” He started, resting the controller on the floor before shifting to face you. “I’ve had something on my mind all night. Well, for so much longer than that actually.” Fuck, this was more anxiety inducing than he thought. He willed away the shaking his body screamed to do, he used every ounce of self-control he could muster to not start hyper-ventilating. This could ruin the friendship. It could ruin everything. God damnit, just tell her. “I love you.” He rushed, blood rushing to his head as the three words finally fell from his lips. It was euphoric almost. Almost.

The look on your face made his heart sink to his stomach, his eyes searching yours for any emotion only to come up empty handed. He took your silence as a chance to continue.

“I don’t mean it the way you meant it earlier. I mean it the way you meant it when you said it to those stupid guys you’ve dated. It was so hard seeing them treat you so horribly. And I really didn’t always see you this way, I promise, or maybe I did, I don’t know. But when I look at you, I want to kiss you. I want to hold your hand and make you feel like the world revolves around you. Because, truthfully, my world does revolve around you. And I know there is more than a 90% chance that you are going to pack up and leave out of pure awkwardness, but you need to know this. I love you. I have for a while now, and I can’t keep it to myself any longer. I’m sorry.” He rushed, his thoughts verbally vomiting themselves in front of you for you to pick at and soak in.

Five minutes passed in silence. Ten. Fifteen. His heart was about to rip its way out of his body and run into the river at this point, too ashamed at his choice of timing. What if you were with another guy already? What if you weren’t running for the hills out of pity? He probably looked like a damned fool right now, pouring his heart out and-

“Is that why you set this all up tonight?” You asked, your voice just above a whisper but enough to draw him from his thoughts. His eyes refused to move from their fixed gaze on his folded hands. If only he saw the red that bloomed on your cheeks.

He didn’t trust himself to speak, afraid if he did he would combust or have an anxiety attack that would surely pop his lungs like an over filled balloon. So, he did the next best thing, he avoided your gaze and nodded. Silence engulfed the room again, the feeling of you shifting in the bed made him sick. Don’t you dare throw up. Don’t cry, don’t-

And suddenly your warm lips were flush against his, your eyes shut gracefully as his shot wide open. He didn’t know whether to kiss back but once you drew away, a blush tainting your cheeks, he gently took your face between his hands and pressed your lips together once more.

Time seemed to stand still. The earth moved and collapsed and was reborn all over again. Yes, he had been in love before. Yes, he had kissed other women and felt sparks. But he had never felt contentment bubble in his chest the way he did when the two of you pulled away with shy smiles.

“Jeon?” A smile cracked on your face, eyes meeting. “I love you too, idiot.”

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a/n: thank you for reading this and i hope you enjoyed it! if you did, please let me know and again thank you lil peaches X

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Episode 5 - What If I Say My Name Is Lorde - Captain

Format: The Greenhouse

Eliminated: Blake (Venus Flytrap)

CAPTAIN

waking up to read that there is a tie between my bestie, mario and kaleigh and that i was the original target <3 see. i told yall when every time someone said i'm safe, i'm not. and now i'm pissed so i'm gonna just copy everything i wrote in my confessional here. THEY FUCKING WANTED ME OUT FIRST THEN THEY SWITCHED TO JENNET u see that?? u see how they’re scared of two pocs besties working tgt they told jennet they’re not on my priority list well stop dming me while i sleep maybe fuckers? these whites are fucking fake and so self-centered do i need to beg every white american to talk to me at 3am my time? girl no yea they wanted to target me at first because blake must think he’s not on my priority list for sure self-centered gay u’d love to see it huh i’m gonna venus flytrap that white ass

i mean i'm happy i survived but it won't be the same without my bestie jennet. we've been wanting to play together and our time was cut short because some white gays are so insecure and self-centered? so they decided to go for pocs? cute look on you babes.

#JusticeForJENNET https://cdn.discordapp.com/attachments/831702842733232148/842243242359128084/goodbye_bestie.mp4

XAVIER

We could have handled last round better

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blake is why people are homophobic. period.

lots of details in my DR in the server i couldn't bring myself to do another entry because i was confused about all that "talk" but to sum up, nicole told me everything and blake told me everything too. he straight went up to me and said sorry i said ur name :why: and because i didn't tell me what went on (because i forgot.. like i don't think about this game all day. i also have something to do in my life) and i didn't tell him that i was in another alliance. as if he would tell me like PLS. ur just so entitled.

XAVIER

Blake has been going to us (Greenhouse) apologizing for his words during the call. I think Blake is scrambling. It is too much for just one sentence said during the call. Overcompensating, I think. Now Captain wants to target Nicole and Blake. Jarod wants to target Lindsay and William. I like Jarod, but he definitely is playing two sides now. Being on our (Greenhouse) side, but also on the side of Jarod-Blake-Autumn (though not too sure anymore how strong Autumn is with that trio). Captain wants to try a POC alliance. If Autumn is open, and if Jennet or Mario are the ones who come back from the buy back, that might actually work. And it would be very cool to see that happen.

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LORDE

what if i say that my name is lorde and my secret word is captain.. lets just do that

CAPTAIN

daisy and lanie coming back... hmm idk we're still need to wait and see if they want to work with me or not. i didn't do anything wrong to daisy so she might want to work with me. lanie tho, i voted her out but i literally explained everything that went down that round to her and threw will under the bus a bit. but will she want to work with me? idk. and i know blake is gunning for a flytrap so i need to get it or he'll flytrap my asian ass.

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okay lanie told me that she told william she didn't wanna do me in the first vote but of course, i didn't get told that. and it made sense cause like lanie played with me so she should know that our timezones are different and it is hard for me to talk to ppl when i go to bed. we'll see how it goes.

XAVIER

So I checked out early last night because I wanted to watch Ragnarok on Netflix and didn't want to keep checking my phone. I thought when today came around, there would be more people who have played. Um... just one other? 2 rounds? And no one online to play? I tried approaching Kaleigh and Lindsay but no response yet. I guess no one wants to look like they want it too much? But hello, we are in a game, of course everyone wants it. There are a lot of, let's just see what happens, instead of going for it. Maybe the VFT plays into that because it is in play as both Captain and Blake want it. And my fear is if I make it in the GH, nom Blake, he gets the VFT and use it on me again. Ha ha what a trip if that happens.

So I wasn't going to play but Nyx messaged and said they wanted to play. But they wanted to rig it. I didn't want to, I want a chance to win of course. And I did :) Hope they aren't too bummed about it. I am in the GH I think, with at least 3 (Nyx beat Lanie) points. I know Jarod is in there too by beating Daisy.

Two Greenhouses in a row, but hope history doesn't repeat!

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last night before i went to sleep, i thought to myself what if i get the one that nom ppl and the nominee will get a seed to nom me so i could get another seed. then, i went to bed thinking it might be a bit too much. but BOOM, i woke up today and saw jarod have this same plan so that's good. we communicate telepathically it seems. i just need to win the seed count comp and get 2 more seeds but like idk about my puzzle ability GRRRR!! but i'll try my best. i just wanna get the flytrap before i get flytrap'ed out.

LORDE

i'm cosplaying as lorde again and lorde wishes captain a successful bidding tmr

CAPTAIN

yall idk if my puzzle time would be good enough to win seeds and i just found out william has 0 seed

LANIE

IM BACK IN THE GAME AND WE’RE IN A GREENHOUSE ROUND! BRO GREENHOUSE IS MY SHIT it’s such a good format ahhh. None of these hoes know the greenhouse like I do honey. I’ve played it like 18 times.... probably the most out of everyone.. and IM A HOST OF THE ORG PLZ AND IM PLAYING AN IRL GREENHOUSE WITH TAYLOR ON THE 29TH AHH But on a serious note, I’m back in the game and I don’t trust ANYONE on my tribe that voted me out, especially my love William. Love him as a person but I’m gonna get him in this game at some point, you wait and see! He just agreed to throw the RPS challenge to make up for voting me out but HONEY IT’S NOT ENOUGH LMAO. He’s probably on the bottom of my trust list. At this point in time, I trust Jarod, Daisy, Lindsey, Captain, and Blake (even though the last two voted me off, but they were told convoluted information so I don’t blame them). I will work with Nyx but I don’t trust Nyx as much as I would like. I want to talk to Kaleigh more, and idk Xavier well but we’ll talk I’m sure. For this greenhouse round, Jarod is sunflower meaning he can put up TWO houseguests. HES PUTTING UP CAPTAIN AND I! But this is a strategy. There’s a power called the Flytrap, which the holder can use to take out any single person that they want. Captain has enough seeds to buy the flytrap, but so does Blake. WHOEVER WINS THE FLYTRAP WILL LIKELY LEAVE ME SAFE because I trust both Blake and Captain. People are gonna see Jarod put up two allies and flip their shit, but trust that this is all in typical Greenhouse strategy hehehe.

CAPTAIN

yes its time for an update! a lot has happened since yesterday... so lets begin with last night, i went to sleep and had the auction in my mind SDFSDFSD i actually woke up before my alarm went off like twice. the first time, i woke up and checked my phone.. it was like 7am and then i went to bed and i dreamed that the auction was already over and i missed everything DSFDFSDFSDF PLEASE! so i woke up right after and phew it was only 8.15am methinks so like 45 more minutes.. anyways!!! blake dm'ed me before the bidding and told me he would go for a flytrap... i mean i know that already and he said he wanted it because its been on his mind. PLEASE its been haunting me since last season.. and i didn't reply to him but i was talking to lanie about seeds too and i think lanie told blake i asked her for seeds? so blake came to me again and said 'Not you asking people for seeds' or something. like mister. and what about it? lanie knew about my plan of getting the flytrap and u just didn't know about it. so just sit down and relax god damn. oh and i found out will won the seed comp which was a no no cause will would give his seeds to blake for sure. and before the auction began, i think blake would have like 15 seeds? but he actually had 18 seeds. i was so lucky i outbid him. whew. and like he told me he had only 2 ppl giving him seeds while everyone prob gave me their seeds. and um? what about it? do i need to feel bad for you when you literally targeted me last round? white twink tears i guess. he tried to get me to promise that i won't flytrap him out but i haven't promised him. i said i'm down but its not a promise right? so yea i would flytrap him out. while lanie is in my dm like don't flytrap blake she loves him. MISS THING. I JUST TOLD YOU HE TARGETED ME LAST ROUND???? like god.

hey i'm back!! i know that blake would prob give someone his seeds that he has so we have to be careful about that in next week. imma need to try to win the greenhouse comp. fingers crossed for me tho besties. this is for jennet. everything i do in this game is gonna be for jennet. no one can mess with my sister/bestie. and once you do that, you just cross the line.

i'm sorry if i come off a bit aggressive.. i don't wanna be that but you know theres something about white men that is wrong.

heyyy god i'm just so proud with myself. i actually outdid myself and i just wanna go further than this. i wanna beat my old placement.

DAISY

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missing jennet hours

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