#i keep. second guessing myself on things i know are true
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hauuuuuuugh me when i dont feel real on several fucking levels???
#i dont feel like me and its concerning#my parents dont feel like my parents#i had to fucking mentally confirm a bit ago that 'yes that is yoyr friend who is having a birthday and not just some stranger'#i keep. second guessing myself on things i know are true#and my body shouldnt be mine . and my personality is only me because i made it me#if you took all of the fake things and stripped them from me what the fuck would be left#and oopsies i cant talk to anyone about it because the only people i would are my friends and i know most of them have more issues than me#but i cant help them with that because all i have is luck and a shitty jokey personality to scrape through life with#i owe them so much honestly. i only really go outside with them. otherwise i would be a total shut in#and i cant do so much as ask if theyre okay because if they say yes its likely a lie and if they say no then what do i do ?#so im not making them deal with more of my shit. so i'll just keep having those moments where i look up and take a bit to remember its real#im so lucky. just to be alive. and for what#to make shitty jokes and never help anyone and rot in my room all day?#but if i make a change now people will notice somethings off about me. parents would get concerned if j did anything not in my room#one day my lucks going to run out and ill be gone and i won't be memorable because none of me is real#..if youre my friend and you see this. i love you and i wish i could do so much more to help you#and im sorry im a little too pathetic to be able to do that now but one day ill figure out how to help people and be useful#and repay everythjng#and one day i wont be some weird combination of personas and jokes and fakes#just. gotta get there#. still. it feels like the real old me got cut out of their body and i got stuck in here instead. if i could id give it back lol#hell. is this even real or am i just spouting what i thjnk i should be feeling#my emotions go by so fast that they dont feel real either#ha i need to stop rambling here#maybe im having a Dont Trust How You Feel After Nine moment#does this. count as#derealisation#probably
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Hold Your Breath My Darling
WARNINGS: angst, like super angst, lovesick and whipped Spencer, earlier seasons Spencer, Hotch trained reader, Ex spy, fem reader, dying (or coming close to it), panic attacks, typical criminal minds violence... there will be a part two soon, please let my know if I am missing anything else
requests are open
part 2
The BAU team arrived at the small town of Crescent Hills, ready to investigate a series of gruesome murders. The victims all shared similar physical characteristics. The team quickly realized that the killer was targeting women who looked exactly like you, the same hair, the same eyes and somehow personality, which had to be the scarriwst part of them all.
As the team discussed their next move, Spencer couldn't help but stare at her. She was the spitting image of the victims, but she seemed unfazed by the situation. In fact, she suggested that she pose as bait in order to catch the killer. She was the agent her mentor made her, because Hotch would have done the same in a heartbeat. Yet as Hotch looked at the young woman standing at his side, standing tall and holding her head high with pride and bravery, wearing a mask of calmness hiding her whirlwind of emotions with quite the efficiency.
Spencer's heart skipped a beat at the thought of his best friend putting herself in danger. His hands shook with dread and anxiety and his mind raced to a million directions as his heart seemed to weight a few tons more than usual. He was so confused. He had always seen her as a friend, but in that moment, he couldn't deny the intense feelings he had for her. Yes he had always cared for her, and wouldn't wish any harm in her way, but at this moment he desperately wished to have been the genius he claimed to be, to find a way out of this, to solve this without any one getting hurt, to keep her safe and alive and well next to him, hoping she felt even a sliver of the intesity of his emotions. He knew he couldn't let her go through with this plan. He had to act quickly, not caring if he embarrassed himself in the process.
"You can't do this, it's too dangerous," Spencer pleaded with her, his eyes shining with unshead tears as he saw her walking in her hotel room, trying to make herself more appealing for the UnSub.
"I can handle myself, Spencer," she replied confidently."Do not worry. I have been trained from the best." She whispered as she lightly hugged him and kissed his cheeks and the storm raging inside of him seemed to calm down for a few short seconds.
But Spencer couldn't shake off the feeling of dread in the pit of his stomach. He couldn't bear the thought of losing her. He had been so focused on his work and solving the case that he hadn't even realized his true feelings for her until now. As the team set up a plan, Spencer couldn't help but keep a close eye on her. He couldn't let her out of his sight. But as she put herself in harm's way, Spencer's heart was in his throat
The warehouse was quiet, the ominous shadows twisting around the corners like specters waiting to strike and fear started clawing its way to her heart. Derek Morganâs voice echoed in her mind; âYouâre one of us, kiddo. Trust your instincts.â But in this moment, trust felt like an anchor dragging her deeper into despair.
She was second guessing herself now as well as her abilities. Maybe she had made a mistake. She had volunteered without hesitation, knowing the stakes were high. A string of brutal murders had terrorized several towns, and the Behavioral Analysis Unit needed to understand what made this killer tick. But she had never expected that the very thing she sought to uncover would entrap her instead.
As she stepped deeper into the warehouse, darkness enveloped her like a suffocating blanket. The cold was biting, but the fear coursed through her veins like ice. She had set off the sound of a chilling recording, a mocking lure that had been crafted specifically for the UnSub. The air was alive with tension, every creak of the old metal structure amplifying her dread.
âJust breathe,â she murmured to herself, but her heart raced faster with every passing second. Somehow, despite the adrenaline's flow, she felt an unsettling calm, as if her body was preparing for something inevitable.
She thought of the team back at the BAU. Hotch would be analyzing their data, Emily and Derek keeping their wits about them, and as she closed her eyes, she could almost hear Spencer Reidâs gentle voice. He was always a soothing presence, with his deep well of knowledge and quirky sense of humor.
âRemember when I tried to teach you how to play chess?â he whispered in her mind, a memory flooding back. They had been at a coffee shop breaking down a case when she had confided that she hadnât learned the game as a child. With a persistent twinkle in his eye, he taught her the basics, patiently explaining the rules as she fumbled through the moves. They laughed when she mistakenly thought pawns could move diagonally anytime.
In this dark warehouse, she recalled how he had once said, âYou have to think several moves ahead. In chess, just as in life.â She held onto that wisdom now, fighting to stifle her panic.
The quiet was shattered by footsteps echoing through the maze of crates and rusted metal. She steeled herself, adrenaline rushing through her as the UnSub emerged from the shadows. He was a tall figure, cloaked in darkness, his face obscured by a mask that sent a shiver down her spine.
âWelcome,â he said, his voice low and taunting. âIâve been waiting for you.â
She fought the surge of terror that threatened to overwhelm her. How? How had he been expecting her? She was a trained spy for the love of God, before joining the BAU, had she rusted her abilities this quickly? It had only been five years. Five wonderful, free years.
She couldnât falter. In her mind, she anchored herself to another memory: a sunny afternoon with Reid. They had shared ice cream on a picnic blanket, debating the best flavors like children. He had quipped that pistachio was underappreciated, while she insisted on the classic chocolate chip cookie dough.
âYouâre practically a gourmet, arenât you?â she teased, and his laugh had brightened that day, sunlight dancing in his eyes.
But now, there were no sunny picnics; shadows danced along the walls as the UnSub advanced towards her. She could see glimmers of rage flickering in his eyes, an intensity that struck fear into her heart.
âLetâs see just how strong you are,â he hissed, gripping her arms in a vice-like hold. She gasped as pain shot through her, but even as she winced, she summoned the memory of Reid, who had taught her the importance of mindfulness in the face of fear.
âLeave me alone!â she shouted, fueling her resolve with every ounce of anger she could muster.
But he laughed, a cruel sound that sent tremors of dread through her. The sharpness of reality cut through her feelings of safety, and she swallowed hard, desperately piecing together scattered memories, trying to fund the best course of action but it was already to late. She felt sluggish and slow, something was wrong.
She tried to find the good memories, to find courage and strength, such as Reidâs infinite patience, his love for obscure trivia, the whimsical way he could make her smile even in the darkest of moments.
âYour game is over,â the UnSub snarled, his breath hot against her skin.
As he began to carry out his twisted intentions, she closed her eyes tightly, conjuring one last memory, one that radiated warmth in the encroaching darkness. The night Reid had confessed his fears of inadequacy, only to find solace in their bond, his fingers grazing hers in comforting reassurance, his eyes reflecting the kind of understanding that only comes from empathy.
âIâm not afraid,â she whispered, even as fear clawed at her soul. âNo matter what happens, Iâm not afraid. I will not give you the satisfaction of the perfect murder, trust me it will be a fight to bring me down.â
"Oh, but you have already lost. I think you must be feeling it be now."
Her heart pounded with the realization that she might not escape. But in those harrowing moments, as she fought against the loop of pain and despair, she anchored herself in the love and camaraderie of her teamâevery shared laugh, every overcoming of hardship. No matter what happened, they would carry her spirit forward.
In those last flickers of consciousness, she thought of Spencer, his brilliance, his laugh, and the unyielding strength of their bond. She hoped he would forgive her for failing to bring him the answers they so desperately needed, all while holding onto the belief that even the darkest of nights must give way to dawn.
With that thought, she embraced the memories that would never fade, hoping they would echo in the hearts of those she loved, a reminder that even in their darkest hours, they could find light.
Then the darkness came.
The cold grip of fear tightened around Spencer Reid's heart as he stood in the dimly lit acting conference room of the BAU, a small desk office of the local police station. The air was thick with tension and the weight of impending decisions that could alter their fates. He paced the floor anxiously, running a hand through his tousled hair while his mind raced with worst-case scenarios.
âGuys, we canât go through with this,â he implored, turning to face his team, his voice a tremor of desperation. âThe unsub is more unpredictable than we anticipated, and we canât risk her life. What ifââ
âItâs not just about her,â Derek Morgan countered, crossing his arms. âThis mission aims to take down a dangerous criminal. We need to act fast before he slips through our fingers again.â
âBut what if he targets her, Morgan?â Spencerâs voice escalated, echoing in the room. âI've analyzed his patterns. If sheâs involved, sheâs at extreme risk. We canât afford to lose her!â
Emily Prentiss, caught between the mounting urgency and Reidâs grave expression, glanced at the other agents. âWe have to trust our instincts, Spencer, but you know we all understand the risk involved. We can deploy a secondary team to protect herââ
âNo!â Reid snapped, panic threading his tone. âYou donât understand. I canât shake this feeling. What if this is a trap? She shouldnât be there. We need to stop this. We need to call it off.â
The room fell silent as his pleas hung in the air, but time was running out, and the team had a job to do. With reluctant determination, they gathered their gear and left the conference room, unknowingly walking into the lionâs den.
Spencerâs heart raced as he followed them, a whirlwind of dread washing over him. They arrived at the location of the suspected meeting and quickly fanned out, but dread settled deeper in his chest as time ticked away.
Minutes felt like hours, and Reidâs worries morphed into a nightmare. Suddenly, over the comms, a shout broke through the chaos, and panic pierced the stillness. âSheâs down! Sheâs down!â
Spencerâs instinct kicked in, but it felt like running through molasses as he pushed past his teammates. His breath quickened dramatically. He reached the scene, and there she wasâHer body lay still against the cold asphalt, pale and lifeless.
Everything around him blurred as the sirens wailed in the distance, blending into an agonizing scream that reverberated in his mind. He dropped to his knees beside her, an overwhelming despair crashing down like a tidal wave. âNo, no, noâŚâ he chanted, disbelief coursing through him as the realization sank in.
He placed his hands on her chest, feeling the emptiness where her spirit should have been. âStay with me. Please,â he whispered, tears streaming down his cheeks as he started CPR. Each pump felt futile, desperation fueling his actionsâA metronome to the rhythm of her fading heartbeat.
âCome on, please! Breathe, breathe!â Spencerâs voice cracked as he pressed harder, not willing to accept the undeniable truth standing stark against realityâa truth that seemed to throng his senses.
Suddenly, strong hands pulled him backward. âSpencer, let the medics handle this,â a voice shouted through the fog of his anguish. It was Morgan, trying to wrestle him back to reality.
âNo! I canât! I wonât let her go!â Reid screamed, thrashing against the hold, fighting against the gravity of grief. But the world around him was collapsing, everything turning hazy, the wail of the sirens growing louder, drowning him in despair.
âSpencer!â Morganâs voice cut through the fog, but it felt distant, as if coming from underwater. He was pulled away from the scene, from her cold body that lay so still. The agents moved in, the medics began their work, but Reid felt as if a piece of himself was being torn apart, the agonizing reality sinking its teeth deeper into his soul.
He fell to his knees, the weight of his failure crashing into him like a heavy stone, unyielding and unforgiving. Tears streamed down his face as he watched helplessly, the ache in his chest mimicking a gaping wound.
Desperation clawed at him as he realized that no amount of pleading or data could bring her back. And in that moment, the chaos of the world faded away, and all he knew was a profound loss that reverberated through every fiber of his being.
And then the impossible happened. She was still bleeding, covered in deep cuts by a knife that would scar her for life. Yet her chest lifted lightly before falling down.
Once.
Twice.
He was sure he was dreaming of it. His mind playing a trick on him, not being ready to register his life without her existence.
But no.
It was true. She was breathing.
#spencer reid x reader#spencer reid angst#spencer reid#spencer reid x you#spencer reid x fem!reader#criminal minds x you#criminal minds x reader#criminal minds angst#criminal minds
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KnY shorts request incomiiiing:
Giyuu stumbling his way through a love confession and asking y/n out pls pls pls ily
âGiyu?â
He canât mess this up. No, he swore to himself that heâll finally confess, that he needs to get all those feelings off his chest.
âHey, Giyu?â
But what if youâll never look at him as usual after this? Or worse, what if youâll make fun of him? Giyu, falling for someone like (y/n). It sounds ridiculous even in the back of his mind. Maybe he should just turn around and leave as quietly as he came-
âGiyu, look at me.â
The second he focuses on your eyes, heâs lost all over again.
âYou wanted to tell me something?â
âNo, absolutely notâ, he blurts out immediately.
âButâŚyou just told me we needed to talkâ, you remind him with your oh so gentle voice.
These past days, Giyu acted so strange around you that you were convinced that he might not like you anymore. And now heâs standing in front of you, his staring at the ceiling while his body tells you more than urgently that he wants to get away from here as soon as possible.
âListen, I donât know why butâŚIf you donât want to work with me anymore or if I did something that upset you, you really donât have to-â
Him, not liking you? Giyuâs eyes grow wider and wider, stare at you in sheer disbelief as your face drops with each word that leaves your mouth.
Something inside him snaps.
âI like youâ, he interrupts your senseless words.
All those feelings he tried to suppress, those words that never dared to leave his mouth. He canât hold it back any longer.
"I've been trying so hard to keep this to myself because I didn't want to mess things up between us, but I can't anymore. I have feelings for you, and it's not just some crush. It's like every time I'm around you, everything else just fades away, and I can't stop thinking about what it would be like if you felt the same way. I know this is messy and maybe terrible timing, but I had to tell you. Even if you donât like me back-"
âGiyuâ, you breathe out, your heart almost pounding out of your chest.
Did this really happen? Is this really how he feels, the reason behind his strange behavior?
âItâs okay, you donât have to console me, Iâll just leave-â
Out of instinct, you grab his arm and yank him back around.
âBut I like you too. To be exact, I might beâŚin love with you as well.â
âYou��in love with me?â, he repeats with widened eyes.
âI thought youâll tell me to stay away because you acted so strange.â
âYou really need to work on that, Tomioka-san!â, Shinobu shouts from afar.
"So...will you go out with me, (y/n)?", he continues with low voice, his cheeks now bright red.
Gently, you place your cheek on his shoulder, take in that delicious smell you adore so much.
"I'd love to."
Bonus:
"How did a jerk like you manage to pull (y/n) with saying shit like that?", Sanemi jeers at him from afar.
"It must be true love!", Mitsuri cries out.
"Maybe she was forced", Obanai mutters
"Well, I guess (y/n) always had a big heart for outsiders", Shinobu adds kindly
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NOOOOOO.....
Well yesssss.
But NOOOOOO. Not again.
Are we back to me waking up to missing JK's lives?????
Oh my friggin god.
And what a live it seems to have been.
I'm off for a couple of weeks vacay for Christmas and New years, so I guess I won't be able to watch the translated live for a bit now, not to mention to write about it. Seriously JK, I need to have a word with you about your timetable... Well, with your superiors too, given they gave you the leave and permission to do this live...
I do want to remind you that neither Jin nor Hobi came live during their time off when in service. They posted on IG at times, but never came live. Just thought it needed to be mentioned. JK could have posted on Weverse. He actually did that too. He could have taken a photo and posted. He could have recorded a short message and posted. He didn't. He chose to come live because he had something to say. In that all so very special JK way. Matter of factly during his live.
Oh, and if we are on that one, do I mention karma is a bitch? Or more so, JK is one. Cause if anyone thinks for one second that the timing of this live was a coincidence, they have another thing coming. Just like every single live we had back in 2023 that followed up a shit show (Tae lives created or fan created - "I don't have a girlfriend").
This hate wave I mentioned in my post yesterday was beyond others I've seen. Disgusting hits made at JM's dad and family forcing him to shut down the comments on the IG account. Hits made at Bam. All beyond the vile hate towards JK and JM as well. And not only on X, but also on JM's dad's cafe IG account and Bam's IG account. So yeah, JK does things for a reason.
And just for the vile haters, JK made sure to mention JM multiple times.
INCLUDING MENTIONING THEIR SHOWERS TOGETHER.
And if anyone wants to go down the path of "they have communal showers" road, I say stop!! No!! They do not shower with other soldiers. Not with JM's body image issues. Not with previous idols being photographed in the shower. This is a HUGE issue that idols have had in the past and were granted private shower times due to. They just don't shower with others.
But they do shower together.
So I guess deal with that one haters!!!!
And OMG, he sang Die with a smile.
Man sang Die with a smile.
And people!!!
He knows the lyrics off by heart!!!!!!!
Now hold on for one second.
They sing in the shower together.
Just take that one in, and add Die with a smile...
And there we have our dream come true. Jikook singing this song together.
Meant to be!!!!
Oh, this too:
They go a little away from others and sing loudly....
Ok then.
We call it signing nowdays.
That's what they tell the others I guess.
Oh, there is so much I could add in this matter...
But I'm very demure, so I will refrain from going down that road.
All I'll say (and leave the singing to them) is....
I will emphasize this one last time before I say my goodbyes.
JK KNOWS WHAT HE IS DOING.
He knew what he was doing when he came live after Tae's lives and debunked stupid conclusions fans (the cult) made.
He knew what he was doing when he told us things he wanted us to know and understand about him in his 2023 lives.
He knew what he was doing when he did his "I go the other way" TikTok.
He knew what he was doing when he told us he doesn't have a girlfriend.
He knew what he was doing when he mentioned JM in this live.
And he very well knew what he was doing when he told us about their singing in the shower together.
He didn't have to mention the shower.
He really didn't.
He wanted to.
And you can see it written all over his face. You could hear it in his voice.
Eat on that cheeky grin haters!!!
Haters will hate and Jikook will keep having showers together.
T'is what t'is.
JK came home (literally) to give us his holidays gift.
Merry Christmas and Hanukah to y'all and Happy New Year!!!
From myself, Jikook and JM's chestie besties...
#Jikook#Kookmin#Minkook#Jungkook#JK#JK live#JungJi#Jikook Die with a smile#Now we definitley need to manifest this
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Confessions Series - Part 1: Overheard [Genshin Impact Male Characters]
Note: Welp I had the itch to write again so here I am. Though sleep deprived because baby keeps waking up every 3 hours to feed... I wanted to do this haha. Based on @soulprompts âI love youâ prompts. What other character should I do?
Warnings:Â havenât written in a while please excuse and tell me about pronoun slips, Iâm sleep deprived, not proofread, some are just concepts of liking someone, having a crush on them, while some are full blown love confessions. SOME ARE ANGSTY, chose only the male characters I wanted to write for instead of forcing myself to do all of them.
Characters: Aether, Albedo, Alhaitham, Ayato, Cyno, Dainsleif, Diluc, Itto, Kaeya, Scaramouche, Xiao, gn!reader Â
Other works in this series: (Part 2 - Description)
Scenario:Â Talking to a friend about how you feel about him. Unbeknownst to you, he was listening, hidden round the corner. What does he do?
Aether
âHeâs sweet,â You simply answer when asked what you like about Aether. âI mean, heâs a simple guy. Heâs not a mystery, itâs not hard to read him nor to get along with him. I guess thatâs one of the reasons why a lot of people like him.âÂ
âUhuh,â your friend drawls, their head lazily resting on their hand. âbut you donât just like Aether. You seriously LIKE him,âÂ
Youâre rendered speechless by the statement for a second, tripping over your first words, âWell--I mean--â and as if realizing youâre making a fool of yourself by speaking in garbles, you recover. âYeah, I guess...â You donât know why you admit to it, but itâs not like your friend didnât already know.
What he does:
Is tempted to immediately walk up to you and reconfirm the conversation.
Stops himself for a minute and replays the whole conversation in his head, probably once, twice and maybe a third time.
Second guesses himself, but when he finally goes through all possible options, he realizes thereâs no mistaking the overheard confession.
All the while, Paimon is nagging him to go talk to you. âYou didnât hear wrong! Stop thinking too much, hurry and go!â Ends up being pushed out into the open by his flying companion.
âErm...Ahemâ he coughs into his fist. âI...didnât mean to eavesdrop...Y/N, sorry, but... can we continue this conversation somewhere else? Somewhere...a little more private?â and the shy smile he gives you is a tell tale sign that he had most likely felt the same.
Albedo
âHis schedule is always busy. He has his hands full with Klee, on top of all the work he needs to do,â was your excuse to your friend when asked why you havenât confessed to the alchemist yet. âI donât think Albedo has time for this type of thing, you know? He doesnât need a distraction.â
What he does:
His logical side agrees that he doesnât need a distraction.
But the other part of him doesnât mind if its you.
Pauses for a moment, thinks about it for a second, before confronting you about it just minutes later.
â...Schedules can be made flexible, Y/N,â you jump at his sudden voice. âJust as distractions...can sometimes be a good thing,â Albedo stretches a hand out to you. â...Care to test how good of one you can be to me?âÂ
Alhaitham
âY/N, Alhaitham is FAR from stupid. Thereâs no way he hasnât figured out that you have a crush on him,â
âShush!!â You swerve around to your friend, ducking a little, as if that would help you become invisible. âPeople could be listening, besides, if thatâs true, then itâs even worse. It means that he knows, and probably has no interest in me, so letâs just forget about it, ok?âÂ
What he does:
..................................No he doesnât know. Sure heâs smart but............he could be dense when it came to these things. That, or he just didnât know what to do.
Does not confront you about it immediately. In fact he turns around and walks away without being spotted, opting to think about his next steps instead of just rushing into the conversation.
Lo and behold a few days later heâll show up in front of you with his usual stoic expression.
âY/N,â he starts, and you freeze on the spot, looking up at him, blinking.Â
âY-Yes?â You havenât seen nor heard from him in days and as usual, you attributed it to him being busy. Little did you know that he had been mulling over how to talk to you.
âI heard your conversation with (your friend) the other day,â straightforward was his answer to everything, even in this particular situation.Â
It takes you a few seconds to internalize his words. Youâre not even sure which conversation he means. You talk to (your friend) a lot. Your brows start to furrow in confusion, until he clarifies.Â
â...I wouldnât say that I completely have no interest in you,â he starts, and your shoulders tense up, now realizing which conversation it was. You could feel your cheeks start to burn, all you wanted to do was run away.Â
Alhaitham holds back a sigh, â...Anyway, here is no place to talk about this... Iâll meet you at Puspa Cafe tonight, if youâre free,âÂ
Youâre FAR from stupid too, and knew exactly what he was trying to do.
Ayato
âBesides why would the Lord Commissioner even look at someone like me?â you hiss at your friend who was trying to persuade you that Ayato also had the hots for you. It just seemed a little delusional to you.
âHe takes the chance to rile you up every time he sees you. Heâs obviously doing it on purpose,â your friend counters. You roll your eyes up to high heaven.
âHe does that to everyone...â you conclude, knowing that Ayato had the habit of--though you donât know if intentionally--giving his servants a scare.Â
âAlright, alright, you donât have to be so jealous,â your friend quips back, you send them a quick glare before going back to doing your own work.
What he does:
Doesnât even bat an eye. Smirks as he hears the whole story.Â
Confidently reveals his presence to the two of you, chuckling.
âJealousy doesnât usually paint a beautiful colour,â he starts, the overly pleasant smile on his face. You straighten up immediately, eyes changing into saucers when you realize he had heard the whole thing. You open your mouth to explain, but he beats you to it.
âBut I must say it looks a little different on you, Y/N, almost charming,â The side of his lip quirks up the slightest bit into a subtle grin. You bite your lip, there he is again trying to rile you up, maybe (your friend) was right.Â
â...Is there anything I can do for you Lord Commissioner?â you ask, trying to stray away from the subject. He only chuckles.Â
âYouâll find that there are a LOT of things you can do for me, Y/N. Start by accompanying me to tea, hm?â He wasnât really asking, it was almost a command.Â
You wished your friend snickering on the side would just shut up.
Cyno
â...Heâs a little intimidating donât you think? I donât know why you like him so much,â your friend comments, slacking off on their pile of paperwork. You roll your eyes at them.Â
âMaybe because he works hard, unlike other people,â you shake your head a little.Â
âAs General Mahamatra heâs supposed to work hard. Just admit that you have weird tastes.â your friend counters, still procrastinating on their share of work.
âOkay, so what if heâs a little vicious in his ways? Heâs just doing his job. Now, it would help me if you started doing yours as well,âÂ
What he does:
Doesnât know what to do.
Stands hidden for quite a long time. The subject has already moved on and away from him.
Torn between revealing himself now or later.Â
Canât think properly so exits from the situation and comes back later that same day, when youâre still working with your friend.
As he approaches your table, your friend notices him first. (Your friend) nudges you with their elbow, tilting their chin up to let you know that someone was approaching.Â
You pick your head up, and feel yourself go rigid when you see that itâs Cyno. At first you think to yourself that he might not be here to talk to you, maybe heâs just about to walk by...but he stops in front of your table and youâre left to wordlessly look up at him.
Thereâs a moment of silence that seemed to stretch on forever.
â...I value the high praise that you give me,â he starts and you immediately want to duck under the table and hide.
He heard.Â
âO-Oh, G-General Mahamatra, you heard that...Itâs...nothing, hard work deserves to be praised...â you avert your gaze down to the papers you were working on, pretending to continue and be busy with them.Â
There was an awkward pause, your eyes darting up towards him for a second, checking if he was still looking at you, before breaking away again and furiously flipping through papers.
â...Do you want to play some TCG?âÂ
âHuh?â You end up with an incredulous look on your face, trying to gauge if he was serious. His face is still blank, but the usual tenseness in the way he carried himself gave way for a barely seen relaxation. It was hard to spot, but it was there.Â
You ended up sighing a little in what you could only describe as relief, giving him a lopsided smile. âSure, but go easy on me, I havenât played in a while,â
âThatâs fine. Perhaps a daily practice session will do you good,â
Dainsleif
âMysterious, aloof, disappears into thin air... A man like that? You probably should stay away, Y/N. You donât know what he dabbles in,â (Your friend) warns, looking at you with genuine concern.Â
âPerhaps he has some secrets...but I donât think heâs a bad guy at all. Iâve spent some time conversing with Dainsleif here and there,â you continue to wipe the tables, not noticing that the man you were talking about had long entered the tavern already and was now standing behind the two of you.
âAt least heâs handsome, thereâs that,â (Your friend) adds.Â
âSure, but thatâs not the only reason I like him,â you laugh.
What he does:
Wonders if he heard the conversation right and overanalyzes what you mean by âlikeâ him.
Either way it stirs a strange emotion in him, one that he hadnât felt in a long, long time.
Prefers to get things over with and thinks thereâs no harm in confronting you immediately.
You hear someone clear their throat behind you. Thinking that it was a customer you turn around with a pleasant smile, only for it to slowly dwindle down into a shocked expression.
Dainsleif.
âY/N,â he nods his head towards you casually. You gulp, force a smile, and nod back. âHi, youâre early today,â just as your friend slips away from the conversation. Dainsleif doesnât even spare them a glance.
He doesnât have much to say about your comment of him being early. He doesnât particularly know why he was early today either. Perhaps...fate would have him hear the conversation between you and (Your friend).
âYes, well, it looks like there were benefits to being early today,â he meets you eye to eye, the intensity in his gaze almost makes you blush from your neck all the way up to the top of your head, but you fought the giddiness back.Â
â...What can I get you?â thereâs a shiver that threatens to run up your spine, wondering if your deflection was successful. Dainsleif closes his eyes momentarily, before opening them with a strange sense of courage.Â
âYour company,â
Diluc
âItâs been years,â (Your friend) says, the two of you looking up at the massive oak tree of Windrise. They glance at you from the side of their eye before continuing. âAre you still in love with Diluc?â
Thereâs a breeze that passes, almost melancholic, and partly whispered of sorrow. â...I donât think Iâll ever stop loving him.â You pick your hand up to rub at your arm. âJean, Kaeya, Diluc and I...So many things have changed since we were kids...but I donât think that spot for Diluc will ever go away,â
âDoes he know, at least?â (Your friend) asks and you half scoff.Â
âIâm not sure, I get the feeling he does, but doesnât act on it. Which is why...maybe the only way to solve this emptiness is to leave Mondstadt altogether.âÂ
âOut of sight, out of mind huh?â (Your friend) claps your back, and turns around to start walking away with you.
What he does:
Internally a mess of emotions. Doesnât know where to start.Â
but heâs just standing there and heâs stuck watching (your friend) and you turn around to come face to face with him.Â
He looks at you, a wave of memories and emotions flashing through his mind all at once, it almost overwhelms him.Â
âD-Diluc,â you stutter, heart freezing in your chest. You see him take a steadying breath in, prying his gaze away from you and over to (Your friend).
â(Your friend), could you give us a minute?â he asks. (Your friend) obliges, passing you a quick glance before going ahead on their own. Another breeze runs by, ruffling his long red hair.Â
â...I didnât mean for you to hear that,â you start, and yet he doesnât say anything, prompting you to continue talking. â...You donât have to think about it too much, itâs just silly--â
âI wasnât sure,â he cuts you off, eyes drawn to the ground now. âI wasnât sure...if you really felt that way.âÂ
The statement somehow exasperates you. âYou werenât sure? All those times I stayed by your side when everyone else left--â then it hits you. âOr were you scared, Diluc?â
The quick grimace in his expression tells you the answer. His reply comes a few seconds later, âI was, I still am,â but he picks his head up, and finally looks you straight in the eye. â...but this time...â his fists clench on his side. âThis time give me the chance to show you how much I really care about you,â
He was not going to lose you too.
Itto
âSeriously?! Itto? Arataki Itto? Are you for real?â (Your friend) announces to nearly half of the food stall, the other customers swerving around to look at the two of you.Â
"Oh, say it a bit louder why donât you?â You roll your eyes at your friend and continue eating.â
âSorry. I just--Out of all the people you could choose, your huge crush is on that big brute??â your can tell by the look on your friendâs face that they think you have weird tastes.
What he does:
Butts in without even thinking of the conversation. Has no clue whatâs going on.
âCrush?!â
You and your friend startle, swerving around to see none other than the oni with his hands on his hips. âY/N?! You planning on crushing me?!â then he guffaws with laughter, slapping his knees in the process. âYeah right, youâre no match for me!â
Your previously gaped open mouth slowly closes and your shoulders relax, sighing. Youâre a little disappointed he doesnât get it at all. Your friend shakes their head with a long sigh. âYou stupid oaf, we donât mean it that way...âÂ
Ittoâs head tilts sideways, a genuinely confused look on his face. âNo? Then... Watcha all talkin about?âÂ
You grab your friendâs arm and pull them forward the slightest bit. âItâs not important! Actually, we better get going--â
âY/N has a CRUSH on you, idiot! Y/N LIKES you!â Your friend explodes, patience long gone.Â
Itto blinks at the confession, his eyes darts towards you, â...Oh,â then thereâs the slight tugging at his chest, he canât help but beam and smile silly. âYeah? Youâre not too bad yourself Y/N! I like you too!â
Youâre not sure if he really understood the confession in its entirety.Â
Kaeya
âItâs all just fun and games with Kaeya. It doesnât mean anything,â you laugh sheepishly, yet you rub the back of your neck a little.
â...Do you want it to be just fun and games?â your friend chides, and thereâs a moment of silence. The two of you just sitting there already knowing the answer, itâs almost uncomfortable, until your friend sighs.Â
â...Letâs change the subject,âÂ
What he does:Â
responds immediately. Will not wait a second longer to come out of his hiding place and ask about what he just heard.
âHow about letâs not?â Kaeya emerges out of nowhere, slipping into the seat next to you at the cafe. His poise is confident and instantly his head lazily places itself into the palm of his hand, gaze lingering at you.Â
âSnowflake, I had no idea you felt like that,â his voice is smooth like ice and you bite your lip to keep yourself from saying something stupid.
â...I didnât say anything though?â you countered, trying to evade the conversation. Your friend watches on with interest.Â
âSilence speaks volumes, Y/N,â Kaeya scoots even closer to you, your shoulders touching each other. However, he maneuvers his arm around to lay on the seat behind you. âSo if youâre opposed to what Iâm about to do, better speak up,â
He leans closer, inch by inch, he waits for you to say something.
You stay silent.
He grins.
Scaramouche
âHat guy? Heâs brutal. But who am I to comment on your tastes, Y/N. Youâve always been weird,â (Your friend) chides, watching as you go over the bookshelf again.Â
âStop calling him that,â You murmur under your breath, more focused on finding the right book for your research. âThatâs not his only distinctive feature, you know,â you continue, still engrossed in looking for a book.
âOh? What else are his âdistinctive featuresâ?â (Your friend) drawls, rolling their eyes.Â
You hum a little, then plop on the ground cross-legged, wanting to get a better look on the last row of books of the Akademiyaâs library. â...His eyes,â you simply answer. âTheyâre a beautiful shade of violet-blue...Heâs always glaring at someone half of the time but he actually has very pretty eyes,âÂ
Thereâs silence and you finally get the peace you need to concentrate. However, that silence is broken by a voice that you know all too well.
What he does:
is amused.
thinks its cute pathetic.
will still look angry but will have a hard time actually being angry.
will be cocky.
âMy eyes, huh?â
Itâs hard to completely turn around in your sitting position, so you do the best you can to turn, side eye landing on Scaramoucheâs form. He has his arms crossed as usual, but thereâs a smug smirk on his face. âDidnât know it was that fascinating to you, bookeater,â
It was supposed to be an insulting nickname for you, who always had your nose in a book, but you took no offense to it at all.
You didnât know what to say, so you continued staring at him. He being the anti-social person that he was, just stared back. There was a big gap of silence before he felt that it was becoming too awkward.Â
â...Whatâre you looking for?â he blurted out.
â...A book...â
âAre you stupid? Of course youâre looking for a book. I meant whatâs the title?â There his usual sneer was back again and he unfolded his arms to look at you unimpressively.Â
â...A History of Inazuma: Volume 2...â you meekly replied, slowly realizing that he actually heard you praising him.
âYouâre in the wrong section,â the exasperated sigh he gives out causes you to wince, and you turn away back to the bookshelf as if to shield you from all this embarrassment.Â
âIf itâs about Inazuma, you should just be asking me,â you blink as your peripheral catches sight of an outstretched hand. You tilt your head to see that heâs offering his hand, but his face is blank.
â...Well? Come on. I donât have all day,â
You bite your lip to keep yourself from smiling, something about the way he said it sounds threatening, but also slightly playful. But thatâs just the way he was.Â
You accept his hand, and he pulls you up easily.
Xiao
âOh so thatâs why youâre coming over more frequently...â (Your friend) grins, and you wave your hands around to tell them to quiet down. Adepti had good hearing after all.
âWell, Iâm also coming over cause Verr Goldet needs more help these days in the kitchen. You guys are getting so much customers these days that Yanxiao has a hard time by himself,â
âUhhuuhhhhhh, sure...was it also Verr Goldet who told you to try and master the Almond Tofu recipe from Yanxiao? Cause youâre awfully hell bent on trying to learn that recipe, according to Yanxiao,âÂ
You fall silent, feeling heat crawling up your neck. âI--â You start, searching for an excuse, but realized there was no escaping this one. âI just want to do something nice for Xiao, thatâs all,â you innocently quip. âI...I know I canât help him much, but maybe just cooking his favourite dish will help, even a little,â
(Your friend) smiles a little, knowing that the adepti probably heard everything. âThatâs nice of you, Y/N. You must care about him a lot,âÂ
What he does:
once upon a time he would do absolutely nothing. because getting involved with humans is something he shouldnât do.
But now he bides his time, and observes if itâs safe to open up.Â
He wouldnât outright thank you at first, but heâll slowly show up in front of you a little more everyday.
Heâs rather awkward, so at first he only nods his head as thanks when you leave the bowl of almond tofu on the ledge.
Eventually when he realizes youâre not going to stop cooking for him he goes the extra mile to do something simple for you too.
He places a stalk of your favourite flower on the ledge, right before you come to put down his bowl of almond tofu.Â
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HEART OF A WOMAN. ⌠instead weâre moving slow, i guess sheâs used to it by now.
05, CHAPTER FIVE. YOU BETTER START THINKING.
ju speaks. i procrastinated this so bad lol but i have some time over the break to get some stuff out (more hoaw chapters) so yay! pairing. wnba!paige bueckers x fem!oc. warnings. sexual innuendos.
present day, june 2025.
iâm not sure why i let it happen again.
scratch thatâi know exactly why. i just donât want to admit it to myself. itâs always like this with paige and me. a spark, a touch, a stupid comment or argument that turns into something much bigger, much harder to control. weâve been here before, over and over, in different cities, in different beds, pretending like this time will be the last time. it shouldâve been.
the last couple of weeks have been easier than i expected, softer in a way i didnât know we were capable of. iâm starting to think itâs too good to be true. paige hasnât been running from me, hasnât been trying to prove something every second of our time together. maybe thatâs why iâve let my guard down, just a little.
sheâs still herself, of course. cocky, loud, and incapable of stilling. but sheâs been showing up. not just physically but in the ways i used to hope for back when we were together the first time. itâs in the way she looks at me when she thinks iâm not paying attention, like she did in high school when she told me she never wanted to let go of me. itâs in the way she texts me good morning before i can even think about reaching for my phone, like sheâs trying to prove she can still be someone i want to wake up to.
and maybe, stupidly, iâm starting to believe her.
not completely, not yet. paige bueckers has always been good at saying the right things, making promises sheâs not ready to keep. but these past weeks, itâs like sheâs trying to remind me who she was before everything got so messy. the version of her i fell for in the first place.
but when sheâs here, like this? itâs so hard to remember why i ever tried to stay away.
paige is stretched out on her back, arm slung around me, fingers tracing patterns absentmindedly on my shoulder. the sheets are tangled around her bare legs, and she shifts slightly, the motion sending a faint brush of her skin against mine. i glance up at her, and the smug smirk already curling at her lips tells me she knows exactly what sheâs doing.
âyou staring at me, nai?â she asks. her voice is rough and a little husky from sleep as she stretches. my eyes flash to her exposed abdomen.
âdonât flatter yourself,â i mutter, though it is so obviously a front.
âtooooo late,â she drawls, shifting again so sheâs propped up on one elbow, the other hand sliding up to lazily run along my arm. âyouâre terrible at pretending youâre not obsessed, by the way.â
i roll my eyes, trying to hide the way my breath hitches at her touch. âsays the girl who texted me five times in a row last night because i didnât answer fast enough.â i lean back against the pillow, staring up at her, and i swear i could forever.
paigeâs grin widens, shameless as she looks away. âi mean, what was i âposed to do? sit there and wait? nah, i had to apply pressure.â the smugness on her face tells me sheâs having way too much fun with this, fun with me.
i snort, shaking my head as i get up, swinging a leg over her and straddling her waist casually. âpressure? you called me a âcertified flakeâ and threatened to pull up if i didnât respond.â
paige lets out a low laugh, her hands instinctively finding my thighs as i settle over her. âyeah, and look where it got me.â she licks her lips, smirk softening as her eyes flicker over my face, lingering on my lips that are curled up into a smile. âdonât act like you didnât like the attention.â
i arch a brow, tilting my head to the side. âoh, is that what weâre calling it now?â
her hands tighten on my thighs, smirk faltering for just a second before she regains composure. âmhm. attention. youâre welcome.â
i roll my eyes but donât pull away, my hands bracing on her chest. how could i? âyouâre such a problem.â i bring the comforter we shared last night up over my back, and its like a tent giving us privacy from the sun of my windows. i really need some black-out curtains or something.
âand you love it,â she fires back, her voice dropping, teasing, as her fingers trail upwards, stopping just far enough.
i do. God, i really do.
i smile, and i swear my face hurts from it as i lean down to kiss her. again and again, each one leaving paige chasing after my lips. i savor the moment. iâm not sure how long itâll be like this, but i like it. a lot. i pull back, resting my head on her chest, breathing in her morning scent as she bites down on her lip in reminiscence.
âtell me iâm wrong,â she murmurs.
i laugh, more of a pity chuckle just because sheâs so full of herself. i furrow my eyebrows just slightly, bringing my hand to a resting point right by my face. âiâm not telling you shit, bueckers.â
âyeah? but you didnât say i was wrong.â
i donât want to admit it, not to her, not even to myself, but paige knows me better than anyone. she always has. itâs infuriating and comforting all at once, the way she sees through me like iâm an open book. iâm not an open book. i never have been, but for paigeâŚ
she doesnât press, though. she never does when it really matters. she just watches me with that maddening half-smile, her fingers brushing over my skin like she has all the time in the world, and i know sheâs waiting for me to say it. to give in.
maybe thatâs why i keep coming back. or maybe itâs because sheâs the only person whoâs ever made me feel this much all at onceâfrustration, want, affection, something iâm not ready to name. whatever it is, itâs why i donât pull away, why i let her keep pulling me closer even when i know i should stop.
i shift, the sheets rustling beneath us, and my chest tightens. not about what she said, but what iâm forcing myself to think about. i hate how much i want this, how much i want her, even after everything. especially after everything. but its addicting, and i know she feels the same.
âmaybe iâm just a sucker for this,â i mutter, low enough that iâm not sure she hears it.
but of course she does.
she nearly breaks her neck to look down at me. she doesnât let the words settle. ânah, you a sucker for me.â
i roll my eyes again, avoiding her gaze, but i donât argue. instead, i lift my head again as i prop myself up on her chest. âwhat makes you so sure?â itâs a stupid question, but i was fully ready for her to read me.
paigeâs smile turns smugger. âbecause youâre here,â she says simply. âand youâre smiling like that.â
i scoff, trying to play it off, but the way sheâs looking at me makes it impossible. i lean down, pressing my lips to hers again, even slower this time. how could i stay away from her when kisses me like this? i feel the way her mouth curves, realizing sheâs smiling too.
my hand slides up to cup her face, and she pulls me just a little closer by the small of my back, grip tight like always, like sheâs scared iâll slip. itâs not rushedâin fact, we have a couple hours to be entangled like this before having to partâitâs intentional. like sheâs got all the time in the world and wants me to feel it.
and i do.
âitâsâmhmâokay,â paige says, and i find her muffled words rather cute as i shift my hips up, pushing my lips further into hers. her hand slides up my bare back, fiddling with the clasp of my bra. âi am too.â
i pull away, sitting up a little straighter as i quirk a brow at her. âyouâre what?â i ask. i decide to help her out, unclasping my bra, but holding the straps up over my chest until sheâs finished speaking.
her eyes fall, tongue swiping over her swollen, pink lips. iâm teasing her, i know it, paige definitely knows it. but as she brings her hands up slowly, tearing my own away, i almost forget what i was doing to her in the first place, suddenly fully exposed. i hear her breath hitch. âa big, fat sucker for you.â
i bite back a smile despite her unserious words, because they always make me do that. i roll my eyes, cusping her mouth into my hand playfully as she laughs, shaking out of it.
paige doesnât hesitate.
she attaches her lips to my collarbone, trails down to the curve of my chest. i look down, and if i didnât know any better, iâd say paige bueckers is absolutely enamored with me. âso beautiful, baby,â she huskily says, her hands grounding my hips against her as she moves to my tits, attacking the marks sheâd left last night so roughly it has my breathing going faster.
i tangle a hand in her hair, fingers tightening reflexively, and itâs like i canât look away. her face, her lipsâevery detail feels seared into my memory. âfor real,â she continues, and when she looks up at me unexpectedly, lips curving into a small grin, itâs like iâve completely checked out.
iâm not me anymore, iâm whatever paige wants me to be.
âneed you framed or somethinâ.â itâs a joke. clearly a joke, nailea. but the way sheâs making me feel makes it land differently.
âframed, huh?â i manage.
âyeah,â she replies proudly, like itâs the sweetest thing sheâs ever said. âyou know, like for the crib. big centerfold. maybe as my lock screen too.â
i canât help itâi laugh, shaking my head, closing my eyes momentarily as i pretend her words arenât setting me closer to giving myself to her completely. âyouâre so stupid,â i mutter.
paige doesnât flinch, her grin only widening as she dips her head again, her lips brushing over the swell of my chest. ânah, just honest,â she murmurs against my skin, and the way her voice vibrates there nearly makes me lose it.
i force myself to breathe, leaning back slightly as her hands wander. âmaybe you can,â i blurt out without thinking, and she pauses, glancing up at me again.
âwhat you talkinâ about?â she asks.
i donât answer right away, leaning over to grab the pink polaroid camera sitting on my nightstand. itâs old and clunky, a relic from freshman year that my dad had given me, and iâd kept it more out of nostalgia than utility. now, though, it feels like fate.
it always does with us.
when i sit back, holding the camera up, paigeâs eyes light up, her grin widening into something more troublesome. ânai,â she drags out.
i lift my eyebrows, playing along, like i donât already know where this is headed. âiâm listening.â
âyou not serious,â she shakes her head, voice etched with some laughter. she doesnât believe it, yet she still tilts her head, sizing me up like sheâs already planning the perfect angle.
âthought you wanted me framed, p,â i counter, poking my bottom lip out as i lift the camera a little higher.
her grin deepens, tongue flicking over her teeth as she leans back just enough, hands sliding up and down my legs, creating some sort of friction. she hesitates. âyou sure?â
i pretend to think for a moment before responding. âhmm, depends. you gonna cooperate?â
paige chuckles. âoh, iâll cooperate.â she shifts again, her posture loosening as she leans back against the headboard, one arm draping casually over her head, the other trailing down to rest just between my legs. shes so sexy itâs almost overwhelming. her grin is the same as always, blue hues pierced into me.
âgo on then,â she urges. âshow me how you see me, baby.â
i adjust the camera into focus, fingers fumbling over the different buttons iâm sure iâll have to show her have to work before snapping the first photo. the flash and the sun combined cast her in a perfect light, and though sheâll look less defined in the old pixels, the sightâs engraved in my head now.
the whir of the camera fills the room, and the polaroid slides out, landing softly against her chest. paige grabs it, holding it up with a satisfied smirk as the image slowly develops, inspecting it like itâs a prize. she glances at me, her expression softening just a little. âiâm bettinâ you could do better.â
âoh, you think so?â i shoot back, handing her the camera.
âmhm. there a timer on this thing?â
i step out of the shower and into my room, shivering a little as i pull the towel tighter around my chest. paige, completely the opposite temperature of me, must have messed with my thermostat.
i silently curse her for getting so comfortable.
sheâs still here, tall figure leaning over the bed she made up. sheâs wearing nothing but a pair of basketball shorts and her sports bra, her phone in one hand, the other lazily shuffling through the scattered polaroids we just took.
âwhat you doinâ?â i ask, tilting my head at her as i walk over, water droplets trailing down my legs.
paige glances up, her blue eyes gleaming like iâve interrupted something i shouldâve known better than to question. âyou thought i was lying about my lock screen?â she smugly says, holding up her phone.
i keep my eyes on her, not knowing what to expect as i move closer, the faintest tug of a grin threatening my lips. âwhatâd you do?â i mutter, snatching her phone to check it for myself.
sure enough, the lock screen now features a series of the pictures weâd taken. i blink, and i think my boiling, hot shower just cleansed every dirty thought i had before getting in, because i donât remember us being this fucking horny. my cheeks flush despite myself. âpaige, you cannot keep this on your phone.â
she strokes her chin, lowly laughing at my reaction. âwhy not? looks good, donât it?â
i shake my head as i fight back every inch of amusement that wants to take over me. âitâs unhinged,â i retort, though the corner of my mouth betrays me. a part of me wants her to keep it.
she looks at me, completely unfazed. âeverything we just did is unhinged.â wellâŚ
before i can think of a snappy comeback, thereâs a sudden knock at the front door, loud and authoritative. my heart leaps, and i freeze. paige stiffens too, her smile faltering just slightly.
âshit,â i mutter, tossing her phone back on the bed. âput a shirt on.â
paige doesnât move immediately, still grinning like she thinks this is funny.
ânow, p!â i urge, hitting her arm and scrambling toward my closet for a robe.
âaight, aight,â she finally says, scurrying over and grabbing a shirt off the back of a chair. she takes her time pulling it on, moving like this isnât urgent, like weâre not one knock away from being exposed.
but then thereâs another knock, louder this time. not from the front doorâthis one is right outside the bedroom.
the fuck?
i freeze, my hand still on the closet door, dread pooling in my stomach.
paigeâs eyes widen as realization dawns on her. âyo, who has a key to your apartment?â she mouths, grabbing the polaroids and shoving them under the pillow in a panic.
i shake my head as if to tell her i wouldnât know before squaring my shoulders, trying to channel a calm i donât feel. If i act casual, maybeâjust maybeâi can smooth this over. except i donât know who it is. we donât know who it is. i tie the robe around myself and open the door slowly, preparing for the worst.
and there she is. cameron brink.
her arms are crossed as she scans the room, and she doesnât have a reaction to paigeâs presence in the slightest bit. i speak first. âhowâd youââ i start, but she cuts me off, holding up a pink key decorated with yellow daisies attached to her keychain.
well, shit.
âi had a feeling iâd need this,â she says coolly, stepping inside without waiting for an invitation. âand your locations.â her eyes flick over my robe, then to paige standing awkwardly by the bed, and then back to me.
âbye, paige,â she says pointedly, not even giving her the courtesy of a glance as she busies herself by stuffing her keys into her purse.
paige hesitates, looking between me and cam, clearly debating whether to say something. iâve got my own arms crossed, chewing down on my lip like a kid in trouble. she takes the hint, and finally, she steps toward me, pressing a quick kiss to my cheek before grabbing her phone and heading toward the door. âiâll⌠catch you later.â
if it werenât for the predicament we were in, iâd call her adorable.
the door closes behind her, leaving me alone with cam, and i donât even have to look at her to know whatâs coming.
âreally?â
i roll my eyes, crossing my arms tighter against my chest. i shouldnât be upset with her though. iâm deflecting. âyou stalking me now?â
cam smirks, but thereâs no humor in it. âi came to apologize for what happened at the bar,â she says. âin person, because i havenât seen you. but now i know whyâyouâve been busy.â her voice has something etched in it, almost like sheâs disappointed in me, but at the same time, knew.
i look away, fingers curling around the fabric of my robe. âitâs not like that,â i mutter, but even i donât believe it. not really. it is like that. and maybe iâm just too tired of pretending i can stay away.
âisnât it? i thought you were done with her,â she says, her brows raising like sheâs daring me to lie.
i let out a breath, awkwardly keeping my hands to my sides as i sit on the edge of the bed. âme too.â
âthen why is she leaving your apartment like a one-night stand?â
âbecauseââ i start, but the words stick in my throat. what was i supposed to say? that seeing paige nearly every day had unraveled every ounce of willpower i had? that being around her felt like falling into an old habit, comfortable and impossible to resist?
âyou try having your ex-girlfriend get drafted to the team you work for,â i say finally.
still, she rambles. âand maya?â cam presses. sheâs so worried about it youâd think it was her problem. âtheyâre seeing each other, you know that, right?â
i close my eyes for a moment, guilt clawing at my chest. that wasnât fair. âwe havenâtâŚâ i trail off, shaking my head. âwe havenât been thinking that far.â
cam exhales, hand running down her face. âthatâs the problem, nai. youâre not thinking.â
her words settle into the room, a bit harsh for me to hear, but not untrue. and maybe thatâs what stings the mostâthat iâve been avoiding this conversation with myself for weeks. the truth is, i havenât thought about anything beyond the way paige makes me feel when sheâs close, the way her voice drops when she says my name, the way her hands feel like theyâre meant to pull me back in no matter how far i run. i havenât thought about maya, about what it would mean for her to find out, about how iâd explain myself if it came to that. i havenât thought about the job i fought so hard to get, and how quickly it could all fall apart if this got out.
i look at cam. she looks like sheâs seen this all before. she hasnât. she hasnât even seen half of it and wants better for me. she loves us both, i know that. but apart better than together.
i bite my lip, frustration pooling in my gut as i try to put my thoughts together. somehow, the only thing i can think about is how this isnât just paige and iâs secret anymore, and i should fight to keep it under wraps until we figure it out. âplease donât tell maya,â i plead.
cam looks at me, her expression unreadable for a long moment before she sits down beside me, close but not touching. âyou know i wonât.â i feel a sense of relief. âbut promise me youâll start thinking. about how this affects your job. about you.â she chuckles dryly, emphasizing that i donât really have a choice.
i suppose sheâs right. she is right.
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I might just be overthinking this but (this is lengthy, I wanted to explain as best I could)
Iâve been procrastinating the void for three years now itâs crazy. I havenât got insane yet, but I have this terrible routine of going throughout the day wanting to enter the void but when I come home and itâs time for bedtime and all that suddenly want to enter leaves this magical third-party force making me do this. Itâs a conscious choice. I just donât get why I keep setting myself up for this disappointment every single day. ďżź
Ive gone through all the reasonings. Even tho this current life makes me nothing but unhappy, tired, and I constantly feel like a shell of myself but itâs what Iâm used to another thing Iâve noticed is I only want to enter the void when Iâm actively doing something I donât like like Iâm at work or Iâm at school or Iâm doing homework but when Iâm laying down in my bed I guess Iâm not inconvenience so I guess I just tell myself all is OK even though thereâs this voice deep down screaming at me to just enter the void because I know Iâm gonna be disappointed and irritated myself next morning if I donât, and I always just ignore it.ďżź
I donât know if itâs because I prefer to imagine my dream life at a safe distance in just my head as insane as that sounds. I used to think I was afraid of change, but itâs not that cause Iâve always adapted to it. Well, I guess it was just usually not really my choice I had to. Iâve come to terms with the fact that thereâs no way for me to prepare for a life. I havenât experienced. Iâm over that. I know. I deserve to live an stress-free fun life after the bullshit Iâve gone through. I mean, clearly I donât want enough but at the same time I clearly do because I keep screaming at myself to just do it. I donât know why my procrastination or laziness or stubbornness. I donât know why I let it overpower that
Four years probably since I donât know at least fifth or sixth grade I believe that somehow someway theyâre just has to be away I can get the dream life Iâve been dreaming of. I donât know why, but I just feel like something can do it for me like thereâs no way Iâm destined to live this shitty ass life, and now that I found the power to do so now I just keep pushing it back. Oh Iâll do it later even though Iâm wanted this for years since I was probably 11, im 20 now, I found out about his whole community when I was 17 on a Saturday evening binge eating fruit snacks.
Im just so frustrated with myself, how I can allow myself to keep making my own suffering at this point, I know all the why but I donât understand the why. Why I keep doing this to myself and how to stop it, I try to think and understand it everyday. I want to enter the void and get the life I deserve and I donât plan on giving up ever.
Ik this is super long so thank you so much for answering if you do. can I be your đśď¸đĽ (spicy dill) anon, if thatâs still a thing?
hi loveđśď¸đĽ
you have the exact same problem that majority of this community has so please donât feel lonely. A lot of people spend their days doing nothing at all and wait for the last second to apply.
you are not destined to live a shitty life, you get to craft your own life and i know it can be comforting imagining that from afar, but if you really want it you have to lock in, like really, you actually have to try.
I donât want you to waste any more years like this so some advice i will give you is whenever you have any free time include the void, try and if it âfailsâ go back to what you know is true, relaxation and detachment and try again.
This is such a common problem in the community and your story will resonate with so many people, so to everyone reading this go an apply, stop killing time đđ
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LANDSLIDES - 002 | GUILTY AS SIN - JJK
part title credit:Â guilty as sin - taylor swift
these fatal fantasies giving way to laboured breath... they don't know how you've haunted me so stunningly... without ever touching his skin how can i be guilty as sin?
pairing: officeworker!jungkook x female reader (coworkers)
premise: jungkook asks you to dog sit over chuseok. he doesnât ask you to steal the empty spaces in his head, the dreams heâs yet to have, nor the idea of you always just being âyouâ to him - and yet, like a thief in the night (with his own damn dog as your accomplice), you do. (part one link)
warnings:Â slow burn (emphasis on slow, emphasis on burn), miscommunication, missed opportunities, missing jungkook, inappropriate mentions of masturbation between friends, frustration (sexually and emotionally!)
wordcount:Â 18K
note from holly:Â this was supposed to be a 30k chunk but the 1000 paragraph limit told me no </3 so instead, this is part 1 - part 2 will come tomorrow :)
minors dni // cross posted to wattpad
When Jungkook comes to stand by your desk, his freshly pressed suit unspoiled from his morning commute and with a coffee in either hand, you know he must be up to something.
"Let me guess," you hum. "You dipped your nib in the company ink again and need me to do damage control?"
It wouldn't be the first time, and the new secretary has been ogling him ever since she started just before the Chuseok break. You've joked about it a few times, but you really wouldn't put it past him.
Popping your coffee on your desk, Jungkook toys with his tie a little, smoothing it down. "Why do you always think so little of me, you little gremlin?"
His pouty whine would be believable if you didn't know him as well as you do. Glancing up from your screen, you're greeted with a smirk. Even he can't keep up his pretence of innocence. "You know exactly why."
"I'm a good boy," he promises. "Got you coffee and everything this morning!"
"Because you want something," you laugh. "I wasn't born yesterday, Jungkook."
"Can a friend not get a friend a coffee just because?"
"Yesâbut you don't."
In fact, Jungkook normally waits until midday for his first coffee. Treats it like a reward for getting through the morning without any caffeine. He's gone out of his way todayâor just ordered coffee to the office to make it look like he has. Regardless, an effort has been made.
He takes a second. Purses his lips. Narrows his eyes.And then he smiles. "Fine. I need a favour."
"See, I knew it was too good to be true!"
"Oh, c'mon!" He laughs. "I'd get you coffee if you asked."
"I asked last week when I was running late, and you told me to wake up earlier and get it myself!"
"Well, it was your own fault for being out until arse o'clock in the morning!"
Your fault, you think but don't vocalise. It's not like you'd been out with him. You'd been on a date. Another with Mingyu. Hadn't stuck to your word of cooling things off. Spooked yourself with those dreams about Jungkook. Needed to bring yourself back to reality.
If he hadn't asked you to dogsit, you never would have gotten so caught in the domestication of it all. It's your biggest weakness and he damn well knows it. If anything, he should be thanking you for choosing to realign your focus instead of leaning into silly little thoughts about him. It also helps that in the cold, harsh light of Monday mornings, the thoughts just make you cringe more than anything.
"Sorry, Dad," you roll your eyes. "Didn't realise I had to ask your permission."
Jungkook's lips purse in the gentlest of ways, corners upturning ever so slightly. He shakes his head. "You're cranky this morning."
"And you're up to something," you reply. Have barely even had a chance to look over your weekend emails yet, let alone prepare yourself for Jungkook being a nuisance. His department is two floors up. There's no need for him to be here.
In the corner of your screen, an email pings through. Though your glance is quick, it connects a flurry of dots together.
Subject: International Food Expo - we're in!
The company you work at is the head office of a chain restaurant. Jungkook works in franchisingânegotiations, specifically. Gets the restaurant placed in the best locations. Recently landed a spot in Starfield Mall. Got himself a nice little bonus.
You're over in the interior design team. It's a small cohort, just three of you, but you're responsible for ensuring cohesion amongst all the spaces. It's up to you that customers get the same feel whether they're in Seoul or Sokcho.
Both starting the job at the same time, directly after graduation, Jungkook had approached you with a strategy in mind. Roped you into creating the interior mood boards and mapping out the spaces before they'd even been acquired. Gave life to them that made it so much easier for investors to imagine.
It had been seen by management as a waste of resources before thenâwhy waste time creating hypotheticals?
They just hadn't yet experienced Jungkook, and all of his charm, pitching for them, using your content to tip negotiations in his favour. It's a partnership that works. Is a practice now adopted by the company across the board, thanks to the pair of you. It's why you work together so often, even if you're on completely different floors and dealing with such vastly different tasks.
"I've been asked to go along," he says, nodding towards the screen. "Little old me is our brand ambassador for the week."
"Congrats," you beam, knowing that Jungkook is the best man for the job. He loves the company. Really believes in the restaurant. Clicking into the email, you scan the details. "A week of schmoozing, huh? However will you cope?"
He's about to joke about how tiresome it'll be, but then you hum in confusion.
"Jeju?" You question, looking at the location. You scroll, just to check you aren't imagining thingsâbut there it is, clear as day. Location: International Conference Center, Jeju. "All the way in bloody Jeju?!"
"It's for international markets," he says, putting his best guess out there. "Seoul's been done a hundred times over for different Expos. Busan, too. I think they're trying to attract more foreign companiesâand would the CEO's rather send themselves on city breaks or island getaways? Anyway, that's actually the favour I wanted to ask you..."
It all sort of clicks into place, now. "Bam?"
With a sweet nod, Jungkook offers a gentle smile. "You know there's no one I'd rather look after him. The trip is four days, Tuesday to Friday. If it's too much, I can book him into a kennel, butâ"
"No," you shake your head. "Don't do that. You know I'm happy to look after him."
"Sure?"
Jungkook would rather die than leave Bam at a Kennel for the week. He doesn't trust anyone with his baby unless they've proved themselves, but the way you happily cuddle up with Bam on the floor of Jungkook's apartment on any given day of the week is proof enough to him that you love him, too.
If he's gonna trust anyone with his most prized possession, it'd be you.
"One condition," you bargain, 'cause you know that you can. Jungkook'll do anything to have you agree.
"Go on..."
"Have you replaced all the cheese I ate last time I looked after him?"
He narrows his eyes. "Yes."
"Good," you beam. "And could you be a babe and make me some of your pad kee mao? The sauce at least? I can do the rest."
If there's one thing Jungkook will never fail to impress you with, it's his cookingâbut your favourite of all of his dishes is his Thai drunken chicken noodles. He imports the special basil needed for it. Goes an extra mile to make sure it's just right. You haven't been to your favourite Thai place since you learned just how well he makes the dish. Will just send him a text when you fancy it, and end up at his place an hour or so later with beers from the convenience store and ice cream sandwiches to chuck in his freezer for dessert.
"That it?" He laughs. "Cheese and noodles? God, you are easily pleased."
"I'm a woman of refined tastes," you say, pompously poised.
Jungkook knows you well enough to know you're no such thing, but he needs this favour, so he doesn't bite. Just says, "And you're sure?"
"I'm sure," you promise. "Now leave me alone. I've got work to doâand thanks for the coffee."
He nods, that little smile of his affecting you far more than it really should. You can't help it. The lighting in your office is far nicer than the rest of the establishment. Makes him look... well, makes him look like himself. Like 'home' Jungkook. The same one who hangs out with you in sweats and messy hair on Sunday mornings, not the suited and clean-shaven Jungkook who swaggers through the corridors of your workplace.
Three of you work in your specific office, and you're all interior designers. Changing the bulbs was one of the first things you did. Lea, your manager, is the most senior in your team. Below you is Jiwon. A fresh graduate, she's still learning the ropes, and as much as you like her, you really wish she wouldn't go all heart-eyed over Jungkook every time he enters the room.
It's not her fault. The warm bulbs just bring out all of those terrible, intrusive little stars in his chocolatey brown eyes. They're terrible, 'cause they're stolen from other people; intrusive, 'cause as he walks away and your gaze follows him, it seems like they've landed in your eyes, too. A secret shared that neither of you even realises exists.
"How do you do it?" Jiwon sighs once Jungkook is out of earshot. "I'd melt if he looked at me like that."
"He looks at everyone like that," you deflect. "And trust me, he's just as disgusting as he is charming. Don't let the tailored suits fool you."
It's been a little while since Jungkook last used the copier room for indecent affairs that would have gotten anyone else into a meeting with HR. Workplace violations are far easier to get away with when you're doing them with someone from the HR department, after all.
Jiwon joined the team just as Jungkook was curbing his bad behaviour. Granted, you know about more of it than most, but everyone who was lucky enough to grab his attention for more than five seconds used it as bragging rights for months.
One thing that you did enjoy about Jungkook's slut era was the lack of women he ever took home. Didn't want to introduce new people to Bam, if they were only going to be fleeting endeavours.
But you're his friend, not a casual fuck. He knew that bringing you into the fold wouldn't be fast nor fleeting. It'd be a lifetime kinda thing.
Which is what makes you feel so guilty as you stand by the water cooler a little later that morning, daydreaming about being back in his space again. Silly little thoughts about facetime calls when you were wrapped up in his sheets, and he was back at his parents' place in Busan. Memories of lazing the days away with Bam, and the look on Jungkook's face as he finally arrived home after a few days away.
You've seen him at home a million times over, but there was something different about him then. Serene. At peace. You know that he was probably just happy to be back with his baby, and tired from driving, but the lazy smile that had hung off his lips, round glasses framing his equally round eyes, just seemed... new.
Your thoughts are cut off by your bossânot Lea, but your actual boss, Mr Seoâcalling you into his office. A little flustered, you realise that you've been running the water for too long. Your bottle has overfilled, and the excess tray is almost full, too.
"Hi," you greet him all rather pleasantly, waiting to be told to sit before you actually do so. "What can I help you with?"
A burly man in his late 50s, he built the brand from the ground up. It's been his life's work, and so he's selective with his staff. If you aren't pulling your weight to make the company a success, then he doesn't want you tying your name to it.
When you and Jungkook started going rogue in the early days, he hadn't been happyâbut Jungkook had blagged a probation extension for the pair of you. Had told Mr Seo he'd work for free, if he could just prove his strategy would work.
In the version of events Jungkook tells you, he pretends that Mr Seo agreed without docking his pay. Filed away in the back of his cabinet which houses his contracts, past and present, Jungkook has a written agreement with Mr Seo, and a month's worth of missing wages in his salary from that year.
Your pay was never docked, though. Jungkook's a damn good negotiator, and was just as competent back then, too. He was the one that got you into that damn mess in the first place, so it was only fair that he keep you as clean as he could.
What you do know is that you both cut it incredibly fine to losing your jobs before they ever really began. While Mr Seo respects you both for what you've done for the company since then, it still scares you a little bit.
"I trust you've seen the email regarding the Expo, yes?" He says, nodding towards the chair on the opposite side of his desk.
You take it in a hurried fashion, quickly sitting down because, quite frankly, it feels like your legs are jelly. "Yes, yes. Very exciting! I'm sure Jungkook will bring the company great results."
He nods. Agrees. "And I also trust you've been making plans for our stand?"
You learned of the expo approximately fifty minutes prior. Like fuck have you made any plans.
"Oh, of course!" You bullshit. "As long as we can work out the logistics with shipping our materials to the island in time, it should be brilliant."
How the fuck you're supposed to plan a stand at an Expo for a week's time on a different bloody island is beyond you.
You'll get it done. You always do. You'll just be incredibly stressed about it until the event begins.
"Naturally," he nods. I know the turnaround is tight, so we'd like you to go with Jungkook to oversee the preparations. He arrives on Tuesday, but the event doesn't start until Wednesday evening, so you'll have a day to finalise things."
"Oh," you say, unable to hide your surprise.
"Flight and accommodation will be covered by us, and Jungkook's getting a healthy bonus for any deals signed at the ExpoâI'm sure we can make a cut for you, too. After all, you two are our very own dream team."
You take a moment to gather your thoughts. You want to go. Of course you want to. A trip to Jeju with one of your closest friends? Under the guise of work? All expenses paid? Who wouldn't want to go?!
But without you in the city, there's no one to look after Bam. Sure, Jungkook could take him to a kennel, but you know what he's like. He'll spend the entire time stressed. Won't be able to relax and engage with people in such a way that deals will be cut. Punters usually like him for his carefree nature. Without it? Well, you're sure they'd like him all the same, but you don't want to tempt fate.
"Mr Seo," you awkwardly begin, uncertain which answer will slip out of your mouth. "I'm afraid I already have commitments in the city that I can't cancel. I'm not available."
Silence lingers for a moment. Just a second. It feels like an eternity.
"Very well," he accepts.
"I'm sorry," you quickly apologise, knowing that you probably look like an ungrateful employee. If there's one thing you are, it's a fixer, and so before you can even comprehend what you're saying, you're throwing solutions into the void. "But I know Jiwon is just itching to get more involved with different sides of the business. I can get her on board with my planning this week and coach her on Jungkook's strategies. I'm sure she'd be eager to work hard, if she were given the opportunity."
Mr Seo mulls over your propositionâone of you which you already regretâthen nods. "Alright. I'll trust your judgement. Can you send her down to my office?"
"Sure!" You say with a little too much glee, before you retreat back to your office with your tail between your legs. Lea is at a meeting, so once Jiwon has been sent on her way, it's just you, your water bottle, and a whole lot of regret.
Laying your head on your desk, you let out a little whimper.
It's for the best. For the company, for Jungkook, for you. For the sanctity of your friendship. For your sanity.
A message dinging through on your work chat interrupts your self-pity party. Glancing up, head still on the desk, you see Jungkook's name in the corner of your screen.
Jeon Jungkook, Franchising: oi you little gremlin
Jeon Jungkook, Franchising: i could have booked him into a kennel
"Shut up," you groan at your screen.
Jeon Jungkook, Franchising: it would have been fun :(
Sitting up with a sigh, you poise yourself to send a message back. Find that nothing wants to come out. Your fingers hover above your keyboard with uncertainty. Takes a full minute before you can muster anything up.
Two floors above you, Jungkook is slumped in his desk chair. Has an office of his own, 'cause it's easier for the amount of meetings he has.
In the background of his screen, an email thread with Mr Seo details how Jungkook was the one to ask Mr Seo if you could join him. Explained how it just made sense. Offered part of his bonus package up with it. Said he'd cover the extra expenses if necessary, but that he thought it would be beneficial to the company to have you there, too.
While you're the person Jungkook trusts the most with Bam, you're not the only one. He could always ask Jimin or Taehyung before resorting to a kennel.
As your reply comes through, another email from Mr Seo is delivered, too.
RE: IFE JEJU, Interior Des. Department
Jungkookâ
Have spoken with Jiwon. She will accompany you.
Any problems, let me know.
Mr Seo
With a sigh, Jungkook shakes his head. This isn't what he wanted at all.
And when he checks your message, he only frowns even deeper. Unlike you, he's renamed your contact details on his list. Everyone else still has their work-focused username.
Gremlin: It's your lucky day
Gremlin: You get a hot young thing to keep you company instead, wooo
Gremlin: HR if you're reading this, ignore it
Gremlin: Try not to be too miserable without me
He sinks down a little further into his chair. Purses his lips. Would far rather be alone than with anyone that isn't you.
Chewing on his bottom lip, he decides that maybe this is for the best. While he does think it would be good for the company, he knows that isn't why he suggested it. He just remembers what happened last time he spent more than a weekend away from you. Is scared it'll happen again.
Or maybe it's the opposite. Maybe he wants it to happen again. Just you and him, away from the confines of life as you know it.
Thing is, you'd have to return home at some point. If anything ever happened between you both, it'd change the very fabric of your friendship. He doesn't want that.
So instead, he decides to reply in the same way he would have done maybe a year or so prior.
Jeon Jungkook, Franchising: She'll fall in love with me
Jeon Jungkook, Franchising: They always do
Jeon Jungkook, Franchising: Don't say I didn't warn you.
In the warm lighting of Jungkook's living room, the main light is off, lamps providing you with just enough clarity to go over the files on his coffee table.
Over by the sink, Jungkook is washing up your plates from dinner, while Bam leans against his legs. Your overnight bag is still by the door, and Jungkook's glasses are in your hair, keeping it out of your eyes. Highlighter in hand, you're picking out key markets for Jungkook to make contact with over in Jeju.
"Avoid Babiyeo," you tell him, switching over to a thin red pen, putting a star next to their name.
"As in the leisure centres?" Jungkook hums, familiar with the company but not well-versed. The soft melody of his playlist carries a tune around you both, keeping your thoughts connected and in sync.
"Mhmm," you say, flicking over to the next paper. "The CEO's son is in legal trouble at the moment. They're keeping it fairly well covered up, but to do that they're making huge expansions they can't afford. Keeping the news positive, things like that. I reckon they'll go bust before the end of the year."
"Shit," Jungkook lets a breathy laugh escape his lips. Had no ideaâbut you've both got friends working in various industries. Have your arms dipped into numerous grapevines. Drying up the last of his bowls, he turns to face you and is unable to continue on with his words.
He gets it. Understands why domestication is your biggest vice when it comes to feeling things you shouldn't.
"Acorn Limited are also bad news," you add, putting a little star next to their name.
"Yeah?"
Jungkook puts the now-dry bowl on the counter and walks towards where you're sitting on his living room floor. He joins. Sits on the opposite side of the table. Lets Bam clamber over his legs, and encourages him to sit, too.
"Yeah," you nod, then look across at Jungkook. "They're a hot-shot protein company. Are trying to get themselves partnerships with different restaurants. The guy running it is some twat from Singles Inferno. Company'll be done by the next quarter."
"Some of them do alright, y'know. Reality stars are raking it inâ"
"He's besties with the Babiyeo CEO's son," you tell him with a knowing smile. "Kept getting pictured together outside clubs. Whatever baby Babiyeo has been up to, I'm willing to bet the acorn guy has been, too."
Jungkook presses his lips together. Accepts your expertise. Nods, then sighs, "You should be coming on the trip. I can't do this without you."
Yes, he can. He's more than capable. Has closed more deals than most people have had hot dinners.
What he means is that he doesn't want to do it without you, but admitting such a thing verges on territory that Jungkook doesn't feel comfortable entering.
In the house he likes to call his mind, he's bolted the door of the annexe. Occasionally, he will sit and stare at the locks. Wonder if maybe he made a mistake locking youâor more specifically, the idea of youâaway in there.
But then he watches Bam choose to shuffle around to your side of the coffee table, and watches as he rests his head on your leg. His snout is by your knee, sniffing at your bare skin with his wet nose. There's something familiar about you. Safe. You don't smell like Jungkook, but you still manage to smell like home, in a way.
"Bam would be even more lost without me," you softly say, scratching behind his ear, and it does admittedly give Jungkook a little solace.
"True," Jungkook accepts, then sighs.
It's getting late and he's got to be up early for his flight. Is leaving for his flight at just gone 3AM, so you're staying over. Crashing on the couch, 'cause having a home gym was more important than setting up a spare room. Thankfully you've never known a couch to be so cosy. Have fallen asleep on it a dozen times over, and it's yet to make you ache in the mornings.
It's all very normal, how you set into a routine. He lets you wash up first. Sorts out Bam while you sort out yourself. Doesn't need to, but writes you out a list of feeding times and emergency numbers. Grabs a spare blanketâone Bam hasn't slept on, but by the morning definitely will haveâand turns the sofa into something that really does resemble a bed.
"Sure you're gonna be alright out here?" He asks when you come back through.
He ignores the teeny tiny shirt and even tinier shorts you like to call pyjamas. Or at least he does as much as he can. Doesn't mean to look at your ass. Does it regardless. Four times.
"Yeah," you promise, grabbing a bottle of water from his fridge. There are containers full of his speciality noodle sauce and enough cheese to keep you very happy for the next few days. He got an extra block of the one he knows you like the most as a thank you. "Go to bed. Get your beauty sleep, uggers."
"Hey, you need it just as much as I do," he assures you, then tips his head and makes a small click with his tongue. "C'mon, Bammie, bedtime."
The sound of his paws tapping across Jungkook's hardwood floors is ever-so-soothing. It's hard to be in a house with a pet and not inherently feel like home, you think.
"Night night, Bammie," you coo after him. He turns back. Tilts his head, just like his daddy. Trots on over to you for a few more scratches behind his ears. Doesn't leave until you tell him, "Go find your daddy."
Glancing up to Jungkook with a sweet little scrunch of your nose, you hadn't called him that name to take the piss for a change. The scrunch of your nose is actually an outward display of your inward cringe. Jungkook just scrunches his up right back.
"Gross," he whispers, then holds his hand out for Bam to sniff. "Night, Gremlin."
"Night, Kook."
The sharp sound of Bam's bark snaps you awake. The room is dark, but enough light bleeds in through the blinds for you to see Jungkook awkwardly trying to shush him. Rucksack slung over one shoulder, he's holding a bag with his other hand.
"Leaving without saying bye?" You sleepily mumble, rubbing at your eyes with a yawn.
"Didn't wanna wake you," he whispers. Bam, apparently, had different ideas. "He knows I'm leaving."
"What time is it?" you ask, still totally out of it.
"Just gone three," Jungkook says. It'll take him an hour to get across to Incheon, and even though he knows it won't take him much time to get through security, he still likes to be on time. Would have been easier if he was flying from Gimpo, but he's guessing Incheon must have been cheaper.
Nodding, you adjust your body to sit up, and reach out for one of the files on the coffee table. Hold it across for him.
Popping down his bags, Jungkook takes it with great interest.
"Here. I was having a think before bed. Did a little research on an American company that's gonna be at the Expo. Their head marketer has shares in a bunch of baseball-related companies. Get pally with him," you mumble, thoughts not really cognitive, but you've written it all down for him regardless. "Talk to him about the K-league, or something, I dunno. I reckon Mr Seo would shit his pants if we expanded into stadiums and sports venues."
Jungkook flicks over the notes. Nods. Doesn't know how the fuck you manage to find out half the shit you do, but knows you're wasted on the interior design department.
"See," he softly whines. "This is why you should be coming with me."
"You'll be fine," you promise him, then yawn a little bit all over again. You woke up at the worst possible time.
"You can take my bed, y'know," Jungkook offers. "I'll be gone in a minute or so. It's all yours."
Would be weird getting into his bed while it's still warm, you think.
Shaking your head, terribly covering a yawn, you insist it's fine. He begs to differ, so you double downâuntil all very suddenly, your notes are tossed onto the sofa beside you, and Jungkook is pulling you over his shoulder. Yelping from the surprise, you don't have time to cognitively respond, let alone demand to be put down.
He wouldn't listen anyways. Instead, he walks you across to his room, and tosses you down on his half-made bed. It's a little haphazard, he finds himself leaning a little too far forward. Almost ends up on there with you. Finds that his blood pumps just a little faster through his veins for a nanosecond.
God, he wishes he wasn't leaving.
Or that you were coming with him, at least.
Can't bear to tear himself away from you when you're all sleepy and sweet andâOh get a grip, man.
"There," he says triumphantly, pushing his thoughts well out of reach. "Now, go back to sleep, alright? I'll let you know when I fly."
Sitting up on your heels, you find yourself unsure of how to say goodbyeâand so you don't really say much at all. Just mumble, "Fly safe."
"Will do," he nods, then exits his room to give Bam a farewell that is just as rough and tumble as yours had been. "Be good for the gremlin, Bammie."
"Fuck off!" You call through, knowing that you'll forever be known as a gremlin, even on your deathbed, you're sure. Tucking yourself under his duvet, you're secretly comforted by how warm his bed still is. Smells just like him, too. "Bye Kook."
"Sleep tight!"
With that, the door slams shut, and everything feels a little colder. Bam whines by the door. Scratches at it a little. Begs for Jungkook to come home.
"Bammie," you call through. "C'mere!"
The way he excitedly bounds through Jungkook's apartment and jumps up onto the bed is borderline comical. He's not used to people being in the house after Jungkook goes out. Thought he was aloneâbut now he knows he's not, he's quite content. Nuzzles his snout into the duvet and flops his body down on yours. Doesn't realise he's not still a puppy, but you don't mind.
Moments like these make you realise that you definitely did make the right decision.
But moments that come a little later fill you with regretâlike the picture that is sent to the office by Jungkook on the work messenger. Working hard or hardly working? He captions it.
The photo is of the booth that's been set up to look like a beach house version of the restaurant. The intention was for it to look like a 'Jeju' branch, of which you're yet to openâ but it looks bloody fantastic. How you were able to wrangle contractors and suppliers in such a last-minute rush was nothing short of a miracle.
And yetâ
Good work guys!
Wow, looks great!
Jungkook and Jiwon, doing us proud!
Dream team! Good luck!
It's that last one that really bothers you. Dream team. Exactly what you and Jungkook have always been called in the officeâbut you're easily replaced, apparently. It's your own fault. You're the one who said she should go instead.
It doesn't stop you from walking around with a face of thunder for the whole day. Not a scrap of work gets done. All you can do is lament your choices.
Still, you get to go home to Bam, and that does admittedly soften the blow.
"Show me him," Jungkook immediately whines when he calls later that evening.
You shake your head. "Tell me about the day first."
"That's so not fair."
"Quicker you tell me, quicker I showâ"
"Fine," he scowls at you, but softens his expression almost immediately. Yawns. His shoulders press up to his ears as the rest of his face scrunches up. He's lying down on his hotel bed, the crisp white sheets not too dissimilar from his ones back home that you'll be curled up in later that night. "The set up was fine. Most of the vendors are here already. I'm so mad we didn't manage to snag a slot in the catering tent, yanno? Give people a chance to try our menu, but whatever. There's always next year, right?"
"Right," you nod. Yawn, tooâand then adorably so does Bam. "It's our first year there. We're just making our presence known. Bigger and better things next year."
"Exactly. Now show me Bam."
His impatience makes you smile. You're just about to tap the switch camera icon, when a sweet, feminine voice echoes through your speaker.
"Did you say something, Jungkook?"
He glances over the sound of the voice, and then flicks his eyes back to you. Gets a read on your face as quickly as he can before you flip the camera, 'cause you're not really sure how much your face is giving away, but you know your surprise wasn't hidden.
"Er, no," he says to the girl. "Just checking in back homeâ"
"Oh, is that your puppy?" the voice, of which you know all too well, squeals. There's a slight ruffle of sheets as Jiwon tucks herself beside Jungkook. Hair a little damp, the straps of her top are loose against her skin. "Oh my gosh, isn't he the sweetest."
"Isn't he just?" you reply with a smile so fucking fake that it's a good job the camera isn't on you. There's a look on Jungkook's face that you don't really understand. He almost looks guiltyâbut there's nothing to feel guilty about. He can do what he likes. "Gonna take him for a walk in a bit, then I'm just gonna pop out for half an hour to see Mingyu."
"Are you taking Bam with you?" Jungkook asks, brows a little hard, the ridge between them nicely defined.
"Hadn't planned on it," you chirp, your face just as hard as his. "But I can take him to meet Mingyu, if you like?"
Jungkook swallows. Tries to pretend as if his jaw isn't tense. Is incredibly stern when he says, "Rather him not meet new people when I'm not around."
"Sure," you say, then flick the camera back to you. Are pleased to see nonchalance sitting prettily on your features, no matter how perplexed you might feel."I should be off, though! Call me if you need anything."
"Wait!" Jiwon says quickly, clearly unaware of the weirdness between you and Jungkook. She sees you bickering all the time, so must just figure this is what you're like when you're not ripping each other's heads off. "Just wanted to say thank youâI'm so glad I'm here."
Jungkook's eyes focus on your face as Jiwon gives even more thanks. He doesn't understand the sudden attitude you've developed. All he wanted was to see Bam, but you've a face like a slapped arsed and are trying to hang up. It's fuckin' rude, and if Jiwon wasn't there, he'd tell you so.
He lets you hang up. Doesn't ask you to stay.
"She alright?" Jiwon innocent chirps after you go. "She seems a little..."
"Just tired," Jungkook dismisses. "I woke her up at like, three this morning when I was leaving."
"Oh? She was at your place?"
It's really none of Jiwon's business, but Jungkook chalks it up to her being young, and unaware of when to keep her mouth shut.
"Yeah," he states definitively and plainly, ending the conversation. Heads to the bathroom to clear his head. Turns the shower up to just as hot as the one at his house has been ever since you left his apartment the last time.
'Cause Jungkook's been lying to himself.
There's no lock on the damn annexe. Or at least not from the outside.
The annexe has everything he needs. He's been sitting there, inside, quite comfortably with you for a little while now.
He really did think you were gonna call things off with Mingyu.
Is unaware that Mingyu got left on read four days ago after another dull, fruitless 'how was your day', 'fine thanks, and you?' conversation. As hot as he may be, he doesn't challenge you. Excite you. Anger you. Make you feel any kind of passion.
Which is funny, 'cause you find yourself reaching for a bottle of wine that you know is far too expensive for a Tuesday night glass, just to piss Jungkook off from afar and well in advance of him ever realising what you've done.
Just like you mentioned going to see Mingyu just to get a reaction out of Jungkook.
Childish as it may be, you feel threatened. People praising Jiwon in your place already made you feel insecure at work, and now she's in his hotel room in a state of near undress? Something about it just irks you.
It shouldn't.
It shouldn't, it shouldn't, it shouldn't.
But it does.
And so you spend your evening on Jungkook's couch with cheese, wine and Bam. Put Love, Rosie on, 'cause it's your favourite guilty pleasure film and you think it'll cheer you up.
Instead, you end up silently sobbing by the halfway point, Bam only snuggling into you even further. Can understand that you're upset. Comforts in the only way he knows how.
Sleep is hard to come by that evening. You're full of wine and cheese, so it should be easy. Lights out as soon as you close your eyesâbut you toss and turn, and with every move, the scent of him wafts even deeper into your senses. Any further and it might just enter your bloodstream. Seep down into your heart.
By the time morning comes, you feel even more rotten than you did the night before. Have slept on it all. Know that he hasn't done anything wrong, which only makes you feel even more stupid for being so annoyed.
You've also slept on the idea he might have slept with Jiwon. It wouldn't be out of character, but it would be the first person in your department he's shagged. It's always been out of bounds. He knows this. For the same reason you wouldn't shag anyone he works closely with. It'd just be weird. Make meetings uncomfortable.
When you call on your walk that morning, you half hope he won't pick up.
But he does. He always will.
"Hey," he says a little breathlessly. A towel is whipped over his shoulder, sweat dappling his skin. There's something so devastatingly beautiful about mid-workout Jungkook. "Sorry, didn't think you'd call."
Almost as if you're looking for reasons to be annoyed, you take offence to this.
"I always call?"
"Well, yeah, but you were so fuckin' weird last night," he laughs, heading out of the gym and into an empty corridor of the hotel.
"I wasn't anything," you reply back with a scowlâand realise how terribly you're hiding your annoyance. Flick the camera over so it focuses on Bam as he trots along the path. "Just tired."
It's the same excuse he bullshitted to Jiwon. Knows you're talking bollocks.
"Even Jiwon asked what was wrong with youâ"
"Oh, well I'm terribly sorry to have inconvenienced you, Jungkook," you snap, completely unjustified. It's too late, though. You've started. Have to see it through. "But if you don't mind, I'm responsible for your pet right now and I'd rather not be having this conversation when I need to be focusing on a million other things at once."
"Fine," Jungkook snaps right back. All he wants is to see Bam, but he doesn't want to be having this conversation either. "But you know what? Don't bother calling back until you've taken that stick out from up your arse."
You shouldn't be surprised when Jungkook hangs up.
But you are.
For the second time in as many days, you find yourself crying.Â
Oh, it's all so pathetic! And stupid! There's no need for it, you think.
Thankfully you're not too far from homeâJungkook's home, that isâso you can cut the walk a little short as long as you come home at lunch to check on Bam, too.
You don't even really understand why you're fighting with him. Wish you weren't.
When Jungkook zips open his suit bag as he's getting ready for the Expo opening ceremony, he finds himself wishing just the same.
Tucked on top of his blazer is a brand new tie; one of which he most definitely did not put there.Â
An incredibly muted bronze and black paisley pattern swirls over the material, and on top rests a note.
Jungkook rubs his face with a flat palm. Rakes it through his hair. Swallows back the awkward heat prickling at his eyes and the tickle in his throat. Doesn't wanna bawl.
But then he reads the note, and he just can't stop himself.
Dad!!!
You're gonna do great!!!!
Come home soon tho :(((((
Woof woof!!!!!!!
Your Bammie <333
P.S. I'm colour blind but the gremlin said this one is the same colour as me!!! Do you miss me??? I miss you!!!!!
The first time you had ever learned of Jungkook's tattoos was in a dive bar a few blocks over from work. It was just after you'd pulled off your first deal togetherâthe one that set your working relationship in stoneâand you'd both been blowing off steam.
The walls were red, and so were your cheeks, blushed from the heat of what it felt like to sit beside him in a tatty booth.
So used to sitting across from him at meeting tables, something about it changed your dynamic. Any threats of being on opposing teams were whittled down to nothing more than a life that could have been.
He had your back. You had his.
Blazer off, his sleeves were rolled up. You didn't ask him about a single one of the tattoos, like he half thought you might.Â
Instead, you just accepted him as he was. Didn't stroke your index finger up his arm, tracing the lines, like most girls do as an excuse to get better acquainted with him.
That night he made a promise to himself to never ruin the working relationship you have together.
You work too well to jeopardise it. He has goals. Knew, even back then, that you'd help him achieve his aspirations, like some sort of twin flame type of shit he didn't believe in.
Didn't. Past tense.
These days, when you think of Jungkook and his tattoos, you always think of the snake. It's the one you see most frequently for it's so close to his wrist. Have always understood snakes to represent change.
Jungkook is yet to shed his skin. He's still just the same as he always was, you think, as you get in the lift and head up towards your office floor.
Just 'cause he hadn't hooked up with anyone from the office in a while didn't mean that he'd changed his ways. More fool you for thinking that he might've.
And it's not like it even matters at all. Who he lays down with is none of your concern. You've never cared before. Not really.
It's just that you've been going to sleep in his sheets. Eating dinner he prepared in advance for you. Waking up to his pup excitedly doing zoomies around the room, 'cause he's ready for his walk.
When you get home, you put Bam's leash up next to your coat, which is hung on top of Jungkook's. Kick your shoes off by a pair of his. Use his shower gel when you get washed, and wistfully tuck yourself up into the armchair you helped him pick out for his bedroom. It's tucked in the corner. Is perfect for watching the world roll by.
You know you should have just called him this morning. Spent the entire walk stubbornly hoping that he would instead, but he's just as childish as you are.
You've bickered with him a hundred times over since you first met him, but never like this.
The elevator dings to a stop, pulling you from your tiresome thoughts of Jungkook. Pulling your body from its slumped leaning stature against the mirrored walls, you trudge into a place that endlessly reminds you of him.
Impossible to escape, is Jungkook. Perhaps that's it. Maybe you've just had enough of each other. Need a little time to breathe.
Everyone else who started at the company around the same time as you has already left. It's just you and Jungkook still here from the small pool of fresh graduates that had been taken under Mr Seo's wing.
But you like it here. Like your job. The salary you earn is greatâfar more than you would get anywhere else.
Again, you don't know this, but Jungkook's always negotiated on your behalf behind closed doors. He makes the company far more money, and does admittedly get a pretty huge bonus every year according to the amount of deals closed.
That being said, he also stomps down to Mr Seo's office in the fourth quarter when news of the next fiscal year's raises are shared. Will demand that your base salary is matched to his. Has threatened, on numerous occasions, to call for a pay disparity audit from external forces if your wage isn't boosted up, even if it means his is cut down to make up for it.
You went out on a limb trusting him in the early days. This is how he repays you.
That's just friendship, though, he thinks. You help him, he helps you.
He also knows you'd probably be annoyed if you ever found out he meddled with things like that.
The girls in the accounting office always think it's so lovely whenever they see the pay increases. Yours and Jungkook's are never quite what they should be, and they know exactly why. It's why they always ask you how he is whenever you go to drop off inventory reports and materials lists with the lead accountant.
You think they just fancy the pants off him.
Which is also true.
And it's also why a couple of them are curiously standing outside your office space, giggling like school girls as you approach it.
"Morning," you smile, then laugh a little too at their giddy excitementâbut when you turn the corner and realise what they're so smitten over, you're a little lost for words.
Sitting on your desk is quite possibly the largest bouquet of flowers you've ever seen. Peonies, you think from afar. Pretty and pale pink, they're in a glass vase. Two dozen easily, if not more, blooming just for you.
"Oh," you hum, because it's hardly what you expect to walk into on a Thursday morning.
Mingyu flashes through your head, but you haven't heard a peep from him since you last let your conversation dissolve over the weekend. He has no reason to send you flowers.
But nor does anyone else.
"We tried working out the message," one of them admits. "But whoever your secret admirer is, they're hell-bent on keeping it secret!"
Shameless, you think, suppressing a well-natured laugh. They've got balls to admit that they've read the note.
Walking to your desk, you see it sitting atop of the flowers, and read it for yourself.
Anyone reading the note who knows a single non-superficial thing about the mystery sender would know who it is in a heartbeat. All it takes for you to know is to see the name of who it's addressed to.
Bammieâ
She's right. It does match you. When I get home we can dress you up in my new tie.
Tell the gremlin that you deserve head scratches.
And extra treats.
And that I miss her.
Glancing over to the girls, who desperately want gossip, you simply shrug. If they've never heard Jungkook talk about Bam before, then they clearly don't know him at all. If he wanted his name on the note, he'd have put it there.
He could have gotten them sent to his apartment. He chose here. But he also chose anonymity.
And so you give him a little grace.
"Your guess is as good as mine," you bullshit with an apologetic smile that no one believes.
Lea just looks at you from across the room with a raised brow. Waits until the girls leave, then says, "That's not the kind of bouquet you send a colleague."
She already knows you're looking after Bam. That being said, she hasn't read the card. Has no idea what it says. Just knows that there's only one man you ever talk about with such warmth to be deserving of those flowers from.
"Apparently it is," you shrug, all but confirming who sent them with a coy smile.
"I hope he lets Jiwon down gently," Lea sighs, knowing just as well as you do that she's got a bit of a thing for Jungkook.
What she doesn't know is that it's the exact reason you're fighting with him.
Hell, even he doesn't know that!
So deep in your denial, neither do you.
"Why would he need to?" You downplay it all. Lea doesn't know about the awkward call Jiwon inserted herself into, or the fact you've already decided that he must have fucked her. "Like I said, apparently these are the kind of flowers sent by just a colleague."
Lea shakes her head. Has been observing you and Jungkook for years. Was waiting for a Christmas party, or one of those nightmarish summer tennis tournaments for the pair of you to finally figure it out. You're just as thick as two wooden planks when it comes to all of this, or so it would seem. A little push might be needed.
"Colleagues don't send flowers just because," she tells you with an air of authority. "And if I know anything about the stories you've told me, Jungkook doesn't send flowers full stop."
Just like that, you're thinking of those damn tattoos again. The snake, specifically.
Maybe, just maybe, he is changing.
And if you weren't confused before, then you sure as hell are now.
During the summer months, Jungkook often goes home to see Bam at lunchtime. It's not uncommon for you to go with him. In the winter, when the temperature of his apartment is less of a worry, Jungkook probably only goes home for lunch once a week or so.
Walking up to Jungkook's apartment in the middle of the day without him feels a little bit wrong. In one hand, you're holding a peony by its stem. In the other, you're clutching your phone just in case he calls.
In all honesty, you had planned on taking the entire vase back, but it was bloody heavy. You'll wait until he's back in the office.
It might just be paranoia, or the misplaced assumption that everyone is obsessed with what Jungkook does, but you swear there have been far more people passing your office today than usual. People you've seen maybe once or twice in your entire lifetime.
Lea was right. Jungkook doesn't send flowers.Â
Has a repeat order going monthly for his mother, but that's it. And even then, he's kind of forgotten about it.
You've debated it with him before; flowers and their presence in relationships.Â
He thinks a potted plant would be far more practical, but if he was really going to get someone something, it'd be herbs. Maybe a potted mint bush. Something useful that they could enjoy together.
A few weeks ago, you had told him he'd make an awful sugar daddy.
"Well, yeah!" He'd just laughed. "I save my money for myself. Me alone. If someone wants nice shit, they can get their own job."
"Oh, so you'd never treat a girlfriend?" You'd scoffed, forgetting the fact he never really has girlfriends. Just flings. "Never get her nice shit?"
"Well, that's different," he'd said. "It's not transactional."
"Everything in life is transactional, whether people like to kid themselves it is or not."
Jungkook looked affronted when you said this. You'd had differing perceptions of life for as long as he'd known you, but you'd always been a romantic. Always believed in the prevailing nature of love.
Bam had adjusted in his sleepy position. Curled up a little tighter, then stretched right out. Rested his hind paws on your thighs and tucked his nose into his chest.
"Bam disagrees," Jungkook assured you.
"You trained him using transactions," you reminded him regardless. "Rewarded him with a treat every time he did as you asked. Transactional."
"Okay, but this?" He gestured to where Bam was curled between the pair of you on his sofa. That's always been a rule of his. No sofa for Bamâhe's got all the beds he could ever want! But when Jungkook is on the sofa, it's the only place he wants to be, too. "He knows he's not supposed to be on here. He knows he won't get a reward, so why is he up here? It isn't transactional. He justâ"
"Is playing you for a fool," you had laughed. "He wants to be on the sofa, so he lets us pet him in return for us not shooing him off. He's the one setting the transaction up. You're the one getting the reward. He's playing you at your own game. Aren't you, baby?"
You'd cooed a little, scratching at Bam's thigh. He shook it ever so gently and readjusted, but didn't stop resting against you.
It was a curious thought; the way that nothing in life ever comes for free. Even the favours you do for Jungkook by dog-sitting are transactional. You get just as much out of those days as he does.
The conversation had mellowed into something else, 'cause Jungkook didn't want to get into a debate. Knows that you can defend your point until the cows come homeâhas been in enough meetings with you to know as such. Likes being on your side 'cause you always winâand with a negotiator like him to seal the deal, it's always so much sweeter.
As the calling screen of Jungkook's contact details takes over your screen, phone resting against a wine bottle on the coffee table, you wonder how transactional this is.
He gave you flowers, and now you're giving him a call.
Anyone with a rational mind would surely ask: is this not how romance works?
But when he accepts your call, and you're met with a stern face that's desperately trying not to smile, you're reminded of what he really is: your best friend.
Neither of you wants to be the first one who cracks and gives in first, even if you both know this is all so stupid.
You reach over to pick up the peony. Hold it in front of your face. The petals have bloomed so spectacularly that it almost eclipses you.
Jungkook's face scrunches up a little, his terribly hidden smile slightly distorted but ever so hard to hide.
"Will you stop hating me now?" Is all he says.
"Never hated you," you grumble, bringing the flower a little lower, but still in frame. Sitting on the floor, your back is to the sofa and Bam is behind you, right where he's not supposed to be.
If Jungkook is bothered by it, he doesn't mention it. "I missed him this morning."
The guilt that crawls into your stomach and makes itself at home is rancid. Anguish is her name, and she loves nothing more than ruining a good thing.
The frown that steals the pretty smile from your face isn't one that Jungkook enjoys seeing on you, no matter how cute it is when your eyebrows pinch together.
"I should have called," you acknowledge, knowing that it was cruel of you not to, even if you were fighting. "I'm sorry."
Jungkook just smiles. "I assumed the stick was still up your arse."
Narrowing your eyes, you're pleased that he's joking with you; that things feel normal.
"It's fine," he dismisses regardless. "Last night was the opening event so I was a little worse for wear this morning, and then Jiwon was rummaging about at fuckin' six in the morning. Took her fuckin' hours to get ready."
And there it is; confirmation that she's been sharing his bed.
Though you don't frown, there's a stupor to the muscles in your face. The brightness you were looking at him with fadesâand very quickly, Jungkook becomes the one who looks unhappy, now.
"What?" He says, genuinely a little confused.
It doesn't matter. It doesn't matter. It doesn't matter.
You just shake your head. Dismiss it. Flick the camera around and lift your phone to focus it on Bam as you give him a little scratch behind the ear.
"He's been good as gold," you begin to waffle on. The ridge between Jungkook's brows deepens. "Best boy in the doggie park, aren't you? There's a new couple who have just started walking a Yorkie. Yappy little bugger. I don't think Bam's a fan."
"No," Jungkook supposes. "He doesn't like yappy dogsâand I don't like it when you deflect. Show me your face, gremlin. What's going on?"
"Nothing!" You insist, but don't flick the camera back. Just get a little more boisterous with Bam, and while it does make Jungkook smile, he can't shake the horrible feeling that's building in his diaphragm.
Your Anguish has a cousin who goes by the name of Confusion, and she adores wrapping herself up in men who fail to communicate in a way that is healthy.
"C'mon," he softly says. Flicks his camera around. Shows you an empty hallway of the convention centre. Says, "I've left Jiwon in charge at the height of the day just so I can answer your call. Talk to me. What's wrong?"
"You didn't have to answer," you grumble.
Jungkook is smarter than most. Will have clocked the time of day and knew it was lunch. Definitely assumed you must be with Bam. It must be why he picked up.
Flicking the camera back on himself, Jungkook is almost at a loss for what else he can say to get you to open up.
A little honesty is needed.
And so you pout. Mumble, "They're calling you and Jiwon a dream team in the office."
Jungkook's frown intensifies as his dewy pink lips rest ajar. You'd say he looks distressed, but that's far too intense of an emotion for such a childish qualm.
He just knows that if he heard your partnership with another colleagueâespecially one in his departmentâbeing referred to like that, he'd take offence. It's you and him. You're the dream team. Always have been.
Shaking his head, Jungkook doesn't hide his contempt. Scoffs. "Fuck off. Dream team? She's using your strategies at a booth you designed, and even then, she's barely doing thatâyou know Acorn guy? The one you said to steer clear of? She's gunning for himâ"
"Oh, you're kidding me," you gasp in disbelief. You warned her that he's bad news, multiple times. "Him?!"
"She's young," Jungkook says with a little judgement. Is scared of turning thirty, but definitely doesn't understand people who are closer to twenty. "He's just some hot guy on TV, to her. Doesn't realise his business is gonna tank. She isn't thinking about it long-term."
Which is funny, 'cause Jungkook never really used to think about things long term, either.
Sure, with investments and saving his money, he's always been a little cautious. When it comes to the business, though, it's someone else's money he's playing with. He takes risks. Does dumb shit and it gets rewards.
He really is incredibly good at his job, though. It's part of the reason the women love him, you always think.
It's not.
They like him because he's kind and also so bloody hot he should be on billboards, not in boardrooms.
You like him because he's competent.
In fact, you think there's nothing hotter than a competent man who just knows how to get shit done. And when said competent man can cook like Jungkook? Cares for his dog in the way he does? Looks like he does?
Sigh.
You ignore the way he looks a lot of the time, but you've a pair of eyes and a part of your brain that recognises attractive men. It's hard to ignore all of the time.
"Anyway," he shakes his head. "Not important. She's perfectly fine if not a little misguidedâbut she isn't you. So, stop worrying about it."
You take a second before you reply. Flick the camera back to you.
It surprises Jungkook, how Confusion has travelled through his bloodstream. Her bony fingers toy with his heart, and he's taken aback by just how sharp her nails are.
Looking at you never used to feel like this. He's not sure why it does now.
You muster up a little courage, even if you can't bring yourself to look at him properly. Let out a deep sigh. Now or never. You run the risk of causing another fight, but if you don't come clean, it'll only dirty everything.
"I just thought we kind of had an agreement, Kook," you eventually whine with an ever-so childish pout.
The hands that have been tearing at his heart migrate through his bloodstream. Get into his brain. Get into his house. Opens doors. Begins moving the furniture.
Stay out of the annexe, his thoughts hiss at Confusion.
Still he seems perfectly calm when he asks, "Watcha mean?"
He's not making this easy for you.
In fact, you'd say he's making it difficult. It would be far easier for you if he just acknowledged what he's already done.
"Well, just..." you take a moment or so to think about how it can be phrased with any dignityâand then you think fuck it. "She's in my department, Kook. I always thought you wouldn't fuck anyone I have to directly work with. It just makes it awkwaâ"
"Woah, woah woah," he interrupts. Confusion sits on his shoulder, now, with a twisted smirk on her greyed-out face. "Wouldn't fuck anyone? What the hell do you think I've been doing?!"
"Well, I mean, it's less what and more... who," you joke a little too flippantly.
You don't think he's ever looked so offended in the entire time you've known him.
"You've got to be kidding me."
If anything, you're a bit surprised by just how offended he is. Jiwon is an incredibly pretty girl. A little young for him, granted, but not abhorrently so.
"What?!" You reply, equally confused, then relay everything back to him. "She woke you up this morning getting ready? Was in your room when I called you? Fucking got on your bed right in front of my face and cosied up with you to look at Bam."
Admittedly, that last one was said with a little venom. It annoys you the most.
"She woke me up this morning from across the room," he counters. "Was in our room because we were a last-minute addition to the convention, and it was the only room left within a ten-mile radiusâtwin beds, may I add! If I don't even share my bed with you when I'm at home, then what the hell makes you think I'd share one with her?! Yeah, the call thing was weird. I'm not gonna lie, it was, but I answered when she was around because I didn't want either of you to get the wrong impression."
A smile wobbles on your lips, as you try to remain stoic. Either of you. You know that you apparently got the wrong end of the stickâbut you're not entirely sure what he means by either of you. You wonder what impression he's trying to give her, then decide it's not important.
You clasp your hands together. Lean forward. Put on your best noble old man voice, and say, "Well, it appears that it might have just happened, regardless."
Confusion's perch on Jungkook's shoulder is knocked loose when he laughs, though those sharp nails do claw onto his back. Leave scratch marks that will take a little while to healâwhat's important is that they will.
One day, this awkward misstep will be something you laugh about. Kind of like he is, now. You'll forget your tears, but you won't ever forget the strange feeling of weight lifting off your shoulders, mind eased by Jungkook.
"You're a fucking idiot," he laughs with such fondness it almost doesn't feel like an insult. "Seriously? You thought I fucked her? And was then, what? Trying to brag about it? C'mon, you little gremlin! Give me some credit."
Never before has 'gremlin' ever sounded so kind. So warm. So much like 'darling', or 'mon amour'. Secret code for unspoken words.
"I don't know," you whine. Bam shuffles a little bit on the sofa behind you, turning his face away from the noise. You reach back to scratch his head as an apology. Jungkook smiles. Your care for his baby is so innate that you don't even realise you're doing it. "Her hair was damp, and she was practically falling out of her topâ"
"Oh, but what I am supposed to do?" He laughs. "I can't tell her to cover up in her own damn room, and even then I just ignore it. I didn't sleep with her. I'm not going to sleep with her. Okay?"
He's not even thought about it. Feels nothing when he looks at her. No excitement. Even if she is attractive, he doesn't think his body would work properly.
Hasn't been working as it should do for the best part of a year now.
Or maybe it would better be referred to as 'malfunctioning'.
'Cause it seems to work okay when he thinks about you.
He 'malfunctioned' earlier on that day, as a matter of fact. Was just showering. And he missed you. And was thinking about those damn pyjama shorts. How smooth your legs had been when he'd hoisted you over his shoulder. How pliant you'd been as he chucked you down into his sheets. Your sleepy eyes and the 3AM husk to your voice. Fuck.
Even thinking about it in a dingy hallway of a convention centre, with your pretty face smiling at him through his phone, is making his heart race. If he doesn't get a hold on it, he'll go into cardiac. Might just flatline.
"Look, I gotta get back, okay?" He softly says. It's not a lie, but it is more sensible than he wants to be. "Have to make sure Jiwon hasn't sold the company to the acorn guy. There's a networking event tonight, so I can't call during Bammie's walk, but I'll check in at some point."
"Alright," you nod, a little sad to see him go, but understanding of it. "Hurry up and come home. Bam misses you."
"I miss him, too," Jungkook pouts. "Show me my baby before I go."
Phone angled to fully capture Bam, you indulge Jungkook for a few moments before he really does have to go. He lingers for a second or so after you say goodbye. Can't muster up anything good to say to make you stay.
Holding the stem of the single peony you'd taken home with you, you roll it between your thumb and fingers. Watch the petals twirl.
"What should I do, hey, Bam?" You wistfully sigh, eventually getting up to pop it in a glass of water. Jungkook has no vases, for he's never had any need for flowers.
The peony isn't the only thing blooming in his kitchen these days, though. It hasn't been for a while.
Work passes slowly that afternoon. You want to get home. See Bam. Finish off the wine you opened so that Jungkook doesn't scold you for letting it turn into vinegar when he gets back. And then you wanna sleepâjust so you can wake up the next morning and take Bam on his walk.
It's not like that isn't part of your agenda tonight, too. It's just that Jungkook won't be around for that one.
Instead, his evening is spent in fancy rooms with men in even fancier suits and women who take a fancy to him, too. A whisky is in his hands at all times, his pretty lips embroiled in conversation. He talks so much he barely has any time to drink.
People gravitate towards him; those who feel threatened by his charm gravitate towards Jiwon. Mistake her for a prize he's trying to keep. Don't realise his unbothered facade is anything but a facade.
It's gone midnight by the time he's kicking off his shoes with a little wobble as he gets to his hotel room.
"I'm being serious," he almost giggles, phone between his shoulder and his ear as he loosens his cufflinks. "It's a wig. I'm positive."
280 miles away, phone on your tummy, loudspeaker on as you gaze up at Jungkook's bedroom ceiling, you're laughing too.
"It can't be," you protest the current topic of conversationâMr Acorn (as he's now affectionately known between you both) and whether or not his hair is real. Jungkook had left Jiwon to continue her poorly judged perusal of him, in favour of checking in with you instead. There was no one else at that party he wanted to talk to more than he wanted to talk to you. Laughing and joking about stupid shit, he's glad you answered. "He went swimming on Singles Inferno!"
"So?!" Jungkook snorts, tapping his phone over to loudspeaker too and tossing it down onto his sheets. A little haphazard, he's unbuttoning his shirt. Is a little tipsy, but not enough to warrant any huge issues. "Maybe he used industrial strength glue."
"Surely he'd rather people just know he was bald? Start a trend?"
"Maybe he's got a terrible head tattoo," Jungkook theorises, tossing his shirt across to a chair, before finally discarding his pants, too. Is just in his boxers now as he clambers into the sheets. "Bald eagle. An ex's name. I dunno. But I'd take chemical burns over that."
"You'd never get a girl's name tattooed on you," you laugh in response. Legs tucked up, heels to your ass, you let your knees gently sway. Bam is curled up in his own bed by the foot of Jungkook's. You're not on facetime, mainly 'cause Jungkook clicked the wrong button, but it's also nice not using poor Bam as an excuse to talk to you.
"And I'm also not balding, so we don't have to worry about that."
"Are you not?" You hum, just to wind him up. "I swear there's a patch of missing hairâ"
"Shut up," he cuts you off, voice just as fond as it is stern. "I will swim all the way back to the mainland and speed run up to Seoul just to shut you up. Don't speak it into existence. I have great hair."
"Mmm," you hum. Sinking a little further into his sheet, you turn on your side. Take him off speaker. Hold your phone to your ear. Look at the empty side of his bed and wonder what it'd be like if he were here. Know better than to indulge it. "And you are just so modest, too. Absolutely no ego whatsoever."
"It's why the ladies love me," he jokes, not realising just how true it is. Jungkook takes a moment before he says anything else. Is comforted by the silence you leave for him, totally unaware it's because you're not sure how to respond. "Not that it matters."
Though his delivery is soft and airy, like feathers falling from a well established nest, it lands in your chest with a heavy thud, like a stone from a bridge. You couldn't swerve in time. It shattered your windshield; plummeted straight into your heart. 'Causes a pile up on the freeway, all your thoughts held behind a tongue that cannot speak.
"You tired?" Jungkook hums down the speaker when a response never comes. "I'm sorry, I can let you go?"
"No," you say incredibly quickly considering you've been leaving your side of the conversation empty. "No, sorry. Just can't believe you're actually behaving yourself. Who are you, and what have you done with Cassanova that normally takes a hold of you after a few drinks?"
He's right here, Jungkook laments, knowing better than to act on the way he's been feeling lately. Just says, "Maybe I'm maturing."
"I find that hard to believe," you tell him. If the tiktok psychology gurus who have taught you everything you know about modern men are anything to go by, his brain should have finished fully developing about a year ago.
And while Jungkook would tell you to get fucked and that his brain was already fully developed, he knows that if he sat down and really thought about it, maybe it'd hold some merit. Afterall, it's been about a year since those first thoughts about you started creeping into his mind house.
It's only recently that he's been flirting with that damn annexe door, but he's been aware of someone in there for a while, now.
"What?" He smiles down the phone, resting an arm on his bare abdomen, looking up at the dark ceiling of his hotel room. "Maybe I am. Maybe shagging random girls doesn't excite me anymore."
"You're lying."
"Am I?"
"Yes," you insist, but there's a smile on your face.
There's something about his denial you enjoy.
It's why you're arguing against him. You wanna hear him deny it again. Tell you he doesn't care about other girls. You don't necessarily want him to care about you beyond what he already does. Or at least that's what you tell yourself.
"No," he simply replies back. "I'm not."
"So if Jiwonâ"
"Why are you bringing her up again?" He's smirking, now. You can hear it in his tone. "Are you jealous?"
"Jealous?!"
"Yeah," He insists, just like you had been earlier. "You don't like the idea of her sleeping with me."
Incorrect. You don't like the idea of him sleeping with her.
"Well, no," you admit. "But because I work with herâ"
"That's not it," he fights against you. Knows that you didn't go and see Mingyu when you said you would, and also now knows you said you would after you thought he'd slept with Jiwon. He might not be able to read women's minds, but he's learnt your M.O. pretty well over the years.
"You're drunk," you whisper, trying to hide behind the alcohol that both of you have in your systems. Neither of you are in any position to make sensible choices.
"Tipsy," he corrects. "And so are you. Go on. Be honest. Tell me."
"There's nothing to tell."
"Yeah, there is," he whispers, his words far braver in sentiment than they are in sound.
You swallow. Can't work out if he's just teasing you or not. "There's nothing."
The silence in the room around you is deafening. It's like all you can focus on is Jungkook, and the way you imagine his lips pouting together at the end of each sentence he speaks. Pretty and pink andâ
"So you've never thought about it?" He interrupts your thoughts with a question you're unprepared for.Â
"What?" You reply a little dismissively, as if it's an outlandish think to consider.
But Jungkook doesn't buy it.
Has been driving himself insane.
Knows he can't be the only oneâand if he is, then maybe he really is insane.
"Us," he replies as if it's water off a duck's back. Simple. Easy. "You've never wondered what it would be like?"
"Kook..."
It's like playing chicken. Both too scared to cross a line for fear of it changing the entire fabric of your lives.
But you can acknowledge something without acting on it. Confirmation means nothing; it's the choices that follow which really mean something,
"Yeah?" He husks. His sleepy eyes are pressed shut, his voice a slow drawl. "What is it, huh? You want me to admit it first?"
You almost laugh at how dumb this whole conversation is. You're friends. Have been for years. Colleagues. Just... Well, just you and Jungkook. He's never thought about you like that. You're certain of it.
Yet still, you ask, "Well, have you?"
He doesn't reply immediately. You half think he's drifted off to sleep, proof that he'd had too much to drink to be having a conversation like this.
But then you hear his breathy little laugh through the speaker. You know he must be nibbling down on his bottom lip as he smirks. The sound is so familiar you can picture it. You wish he was here. Want to see it. Feel it.
Fuck, you curse yourself out. This is not good.
And Jungkook's only gonna make it a whole lot worse.
"Yeah," he quietly admits, keys in one hand and padlock in the other as he stares at the annexe door in his mind. Wide open, there's no going back now. Only forward. "I think about it all the time."
Bam nuzzles the side of his head against your tummy as he adjusts into a slightly more comfortable position on Jungkook's bed. The sheets are a mess from all your tossing and turning, your body plonked right in the middle of his mattress. There's no his side or your side anymore. You've made it yours, and Bam has joined in.
He shouldn't be on the bed. You know this, he knows this. You're both disobeying Jungkook. Are in this perfectly innocent sin together, and will face the wrath of Jungkook as a unit.
There's never really much wrath that comes from Jungkook. He's the type to smirk and laugh in the face of the people who've wronged him. Believes in karma. Fate. He draws the lines at horoscopes, though. Thinks they're bollocks. Smiles, still, when you blame shitty things on Mercury.
The only time you've ever seen him angryânostrils flaring, jaw tense, agitated beyond compareâwas when some guy wouldn't stop hitting on you in a bar. You'd told him no a dozen times over and he just wouldn't listen.
It still pisses you off that he listened to Jungkook without hesitation, but you also know it looked like Jungkook was gonna break his nose. You're far less intimidating when you're annoyed. Jungkook laughs at you whenever you get frustrated. Says you're cuteâor at least as cute as a Gremlin can be.
You've got a similar look on your face now, all perplexed and bereft. If he were here, he'd be teasing you, trying to make you crack a smile.
Annoyingly, you know he'd be able to.
You're staring up at his ceiling, early morning light seeping in through the gaps in the curtains. The world you wish to ignore today rudely intrudes on you regardless.
It's his karma, you think.
You disobey Jungkook, the world disobeys you.
With one hand resting on Bam, the other is tightly clutching your phone. For the past five minutes, you've been locking and unlocking it like a wind-up toy drummer.
To call, or not to call, or whatever Shakespeare said.
The faint hum of a wine-induced hangover buzzes between your ears, but it isn't so bad. Probably because you didn't really have that much to drink.
If anyone asks, you'll say you had a bottle.
And by anyone, you mean Jungkook.
If Jungkook asks, you'll laughâ We had a call? Are you sure? âand he'll laugh tooâ Yeah, we were both pretty drunk âand you'll both pretend like he didn't say the words that he did.
Pulling the pillow he usually sleeps on across to your face, you press it down. Scream into the padding. It's not loud enough to alarm Bam, but it is enough to make him cock his head.
It wouldn't have been so bad if it had only been Jungkook's lips that were loose last night.
The issue is that yours were, too.
You wish you didn't remember all the words you'd said. The way you'd told him to shut up.
The way he'd hummed, "Oh, come on. You know you think about it, too."
The way you'd said, "I do no such thing."
He had laughed. Said you were a liar.
You'd protested. Said it didn't matter anyways, 'cause you both know it'd never work.
"So you have thought about it," he'd teased.
"Briefly."
"How briefly?"
"Like a matter of minutesâ"
"Okay, rude," he'd pouted through the receiver. "I last way longer than a couple of minutes."
"You're disgusting," you'd laughed at the way he'd made it all about sex.
For all he knew, you could have been talking about a relationshipâbut you're right. You both know it'd never work, so of course this is about sex.
"You the one who's thought about it, though," he'd flirted through the phone. Biting down on his bottom lip, the darkness of his hotel room had slipped him into a fatal state of hedonism.
There was a beat of his heart. One. Two. Still no response from you.
He knew you were thinking about it. Thinking about him. Decided to push his luck. Had almost whispered, his fingertips trailing down his torso, as he chanced, "Do you ever think about me when you touch yourself?"
Silence continued to linger for longer than it should have, until you finally just whispered, "Kook."
"Yeah?" He'd smirked.
"You can't ask things like that."
But he can, and he did, and your lack of an answer was an answer in and of itself.
He wasn't even really after the truth. He just wanted to get under your skin; burrow himself down into the deepest, darkest, most depraved corner of your brain. Revenge, he thinks, for that damn annexe you've assigned squatters rights to.
You set up home in him? Fine . He'll do it right back.
"So this is what I am, huh?" You'd replied, with a little faux chip on your shoulder, trying to deflect from yourself. "Just another office girl for you to fantasize about?"
There's always been a challenge to you that Jungkook has liked. You're sparring partners. Will bicker and argue and end up laughing over it all. It makes for excellent brainstorming meetings, 'cause you're always trying to win. You bring out the best in each other, even if it is in a bid to do the opposite.
Jungkook had sighed. Weighed up his options. Rested his hands over his boxers, only to find himself far too entertained by the conversation. It wasn't a surprise, nor was it unwelcome.
The frequency of his thoughts about you had been doubling, tripling, quadrupling ever since Chuseok.
His bed has become a pit of sin in recent weeks; nobody but him in the shrouded decay of a mind-house he's been neglecting in favour of the annexe shared with you.
He already knows just how bad it's gonna be for him when he returns home, and the pillows are dented by your crown, the lingering scent of your perfume wrapping around him just like he knows his hand will be around his cock. Tight. Strong. Firm. It's your name he'll whine, just like it was when he was in the shower earlier that morning.
God, it's gotten so bad.
He needs to stop before he ruins everything.
It's not like sex is an uncommon topic of conversation between you both. Casual vulgarity had been a tool used to bond with; a taboo way to tease one another. It's always been casual. Uncalculated.
It's different, now.
In the darkness of midnight, the stakes were raised almost as high as your heart rate.
"You think so poorly of me," he'd whined, a teasing smile on his lips. It wasn't rare to hear Jungkook address you so playfully. In fact, it was a common occurrenceâyet it felt strange, this time. "You know you're not just another office girl."
"Do I?"
"You should."
"I don't," you'd shrugged into his sheets. "Tell me, how am I different?"
The distance between you made a flirt like this safe. Immediate consequences were null and void, and the alcohol in your system didn't seem to care for it either.
"I can't tell you."
"Sure you can."
"You don't wanna hear it," he'd promised.
"Try me," you'd challenged.
And then Jungkook admitted something he knew far better than to confess, but couldn't seem to help himself. He just wanted you to know that you were special. That you were different.
That you are different. Are special.
"None of the office girls have ever made me cum in my own bed."
It came out far less sweet than his brain had told him it would, but it was still a compliment, he thought.
"Jungkook!"
"What?!"
The way you both kind of shrieked at each other only amplified the shock of the confession, but also did well to hide the way it excited you, too. Got you hot beneath his sheets. Aroused.
"Don't say things like that," you'd scolded him with a laugh, playing it off as a joke. "I'll report you to HR."
"You'd do no such thing," he'd smirked down the line. Matched your energy. Played it off as an incredibly obscene, vulgar joke. Will turn his nose up if you ever ask him if he was telling the truth. "And anyways, the HR girls love me. You'd be fighting a losing battle."
"You're awful," you'd told him with such a tenderness that suggested you really didn't think that at all.
And so he smiled. Decided to cut his losses. Agreed. "Yeah. That's me."
The conversation dissolved into casual chatter until you both made excuses about being tired, or needing to sleep off the alcohol.
Yet both of you would spend the next hour awake, staring at your respective ceilings. Occasionally, you'd look to the space reserved for him in his bed. He'd do just the same. Would look at Jiwon's empty bed and lament the fact that it wasn't you on the trip with him.
He never should have asked you to watch over Bamâbut there really isn't anyone else he'd rather have in his apartment.
Then he's thinking about you all over again, in his home, hair claw-clipped like it so often is, and how cute those little pyjama shorts of yours would look peeking out from the hemline of one of his shirts. He wonders what you're wearing; if it's your bare skin against his sheets. Wonders if he sleeps naked after he gets home, if it'd feel like your arms are wrapped around him; if the scent of your perfume would sink into his skin.
It doesn't take long for the thoughts to become lewd. He thinks of your lips, and how they'd part with a gasp if he were to stroke your skin with his fingertips. Thinks of your waist, and what it would feel like to hold. Thinks of your body in a way that really ought to get him fired.
How his lips could drag across your skin; the wet pink of his tongue learning where you liked to be touched. How he'd guide your hands. The words of approval he'd useâ Yeah, like that. Oh, fuck. Yeah, just like that, baby. You're so good at that aren't you, huh? You know how many times I've imagined this? You're so much better. G'na make me cum, babe. Keep going. You want my cum, yeah? Yeah, you do. Oh, fuckâ
"No," he sharply scolds himself, tearing his thoughts from you and his hand from his thick, impatient cock. "Fucks sake, man. Get a grip."
Wanting you like this is selfish, he thinks. Selfish and stupid andâ God âso fuckin' dumb.
He also thinks it's your fault. You're an interior designer, after all. Have made that stupid annexe feel more like a home than the rest of his head ever has. Added candles and cushions. Hung pictures on the wall; turned off the main light in favour of warm lamps that just make him wanna curl up and fall asleep with you on the sofa.
It's so different, this little annexe in his brain, to the apartment that he actually lives in.
If he were to assess it thoroughly, he'd realise that the annexe looks just like your apartment.
But he hates your place. Has never been shy about telling you so. Hates all your nicknacks. Hates the clothing rails you use instead of a proper wardrobe, and the way your beside table is actually just a stack of books you're yet to read. Hates how there's always a cosy blanket within touching distance, and how it always smells like black cherry candles. Hates how firm your mattress is, even if he's only ever slept on it once, fully clothed after you'd both had way too much to drink after a tight work deadline.
He also hated how he didn't wake up with an aching back like he usually does. Hated how sleeping in his own damn bed began to feel wrong, and how nowadays it only feels right during those first few days after he returns from trips; when it still smells like you and the rings you take off your fingers in the night are still tucked beneath his pillows.
Kind of like they are now, as you finally decide to stop being a miserable cow and just get up. You're normally the one who calls him, and it's typically always when you're walking Bam. Last night had been an anomaly. There's no reason for him to call you, now.
It's when you're showering that your phone lights up. Only briefly. Messages, not calls.
JK: can't call this morning, gotta head to the exhibition hall early
JK: give my baby a head scratch from me
JK: send me pics!!
JK: of bam
JK: none of you
While the vomit emoji he adds onto the end of the final message is a little uncalled for, it's actually kind of a relief that he doesn't want to call. Having to face him right now, when you're in such a sorry state of confusion, would have only made the situation far worse for you.
At least that's what you tell yourself.
Your face when you walk into the office, and the state of despair Lea seems to find you in, would suggest otherwise.
By half past ten, you've managed to wrangle Jungkook into conversation eight times.
It's not until you mention him in relation to Jiwon that Lea seems to notice.
"Okay, so?" She laughs. "Everyone knows you and Jungkook are like a package deal. She isn't taking your spotâplus, you're her senior . If she tried to undercut you, do you think anyone would want to work with her?"
It's a good point, but you don't really care to listen to reason right now.
"But it's not undercutting," you pout. "You saw everyone in the group chat. Dream team. "
The way your voice heightens in pitch and nose turns up as you utter the phrase is nothing short of hilarious, and Lea makes sure to let you know.
"You're being a big old baby about this," she laughs again. "Jungkook's gonna come back, relay all of the deals he's set up, and then he's gonna whisk you up to his office to spend the next two weeks drawing up plans. I doubt I'll even see you!"
Admittedly, in the busy periods, you'll work at his desk. In the big chair. The special one he got after his first bonus. The one on his side of the desk. He'll work on the opposite sideâthe client sideâwith his laptop.
It's caused a fair amount of confusion before, whenever people have come to his office. Your nonchalance about it all makes it seem totally normal. Most people don't question it anymoreâand if they do, you just say the programme you have to use runs better on his computer than it does on a laptop.
Which isn't a lie.
But you could always just work at your own desk.
The issues is that Jungkook likes to keep you close when he's working. Makes it easier for the random questions he blurts out that you're always ready to answer. Annoys him to no end when you're not there and he has to go off and find you.
By the time he finds you, the question is always half gone or you start blathering on about something completely irrelevant and he forgets it anyway. It makes him antsy not having you close.
Neither of you seem to realise it's not normal.
"Look," Lea sighs, minimising her tab so that she can give you her full attention. "You're the one who suggested Jiwon should go. It's just work! You're acting like a jealous girlfriendâ"
"No, I'm not!" You gasp. "Don't be absurd!"
"Well, whose apartment did you wake up in?"
"That's hardlyâ"
"Whose?"
"I meanâ Wellâ His, but â"
"Who was the first person you spoke to this morning?"
"Okay, that's not fair. I'm looking after hisâ"
"Who was the last person you spoke to last night?"
You pause. Narrow your eyes.
Lea just smiles.
"At least tell me you're in the spare room and not his bed," she jokesâbut when she notices the look on your face, her smile drops. "Oh, you're kidding me! You know what you're like when it comes to domestication ! You're bloody nesting , aren't you?!"
"Oh c'mon," you scoff. "I'm not an animal!"
"Uh, yeah," she says, dumbfounded. "You are. That's the issue with humans. Too many bloody primal desiresâ"
"I do not have a primal desire for Jungkook!"
"Look me in the eyes and tell me you've never thought about it."
"I haven't!" You assert, eyes locked on hers. It's almost believable. Or at least it is until your lips begin to twitch. The look of shock on her face is borderline offensive. "Oh my God, shut up!"
Lea's face scrunches up in revulsion. Shoulders to her ears, she whispers, "He's a whore !"
"Okay, that's not nice."
"But it's true!"
Sighing, you slump into your chair. Push your pout up to your nose, and then sigh even deeper than before.
Looking across at Lea with such perplexity anyone would think she's just asked you to design interiors for a rocket ship, you decide you absolutely cannot let this confusion get the better of you.
"It's fine," you assure her. "He's coming home tomorrow evening. Once I'm out of his house, I'll be way more rationable about things."
"You sure?"
No.
"I'm sure."
As Jungkook places his rucksack down beside a bar stool in an airport lounge, he can't help but feel like he's doing something wrong.
It's dark outside, and the dim lights of the bar give way to a seedy intimacy that he's always loved about places like thisâhow fleeting they are. The casual embrace of a stranger's stare can linger for hours afterwards, consuming his thoughts for an entire flight.
Yet the only people he's even looked in the eyes of tonight have been the airport staff checking him through. Even as he asks for a whisky, he barely registers the woman behind the bar.
Placing his phone down, he also discards the lanyard that's been around his neck. He forgot to take it off before heading to their airport, and just popped it back on after going through the scanners.
It's not like he needs it now. The conference centre is miles away.
He's still in his business suit. Left quickly. Just confirmed with Jiwon that she didn't mind him catching an earlier flight and in all honesty, it suited her better. Jungkook had been so annoying about Acorn guy the entire time. Kept telling her it was a waste of energy, and no business would come from her pursuit of him. She wanted the chance to prove him wrong; to achieve something by herself.
"Are you Leaving early, too?" An American accent drawls from beside him, immediately grabbing Jungkook's attention.
A burly man with greying hair takes a perch on the stool beside Jungkook. Nodding towards the lanyard, he holds up his own. Mitch Ellis his tag reads, and instantly Jungkook is reminded of the folder you had handed to him before his departure.
"Did a little research on an American company that's gonna be at the Expo. Their head marketer has shares in a bunch of baseball-related companies. Get pally with him."
The opportunity hadn't arisen. Jungkook barely even had time to breathe, let alone seek out some elusive American businessmanâyet here he is, in the flesh, approaching Jungkook.
Sucking a little air between his teeth, Jungkook nods. Laughs. Says, "Got a family to get back to."
What. The. Fuck.
He doesn't know why on earth he said that, he just knows he can't take it back. A family. For Christ's sake! It's not just the abandoned house in his brain that's rottingâit's the whole damn thing. Stupid .
Pursing his lips in approval, Mitch nods. Lends an expression that Jungkook can only assume means he respects the answer.
"Family man," he says. "Don't see many of them in the industry these days."
Jungkook shrugs. Continues on with his bullshit. "I love my job, but home's where the heart is." Or at least, it's where his dog is. Of course, he loves Bam more than he cares to articulateâbut a man and his dog surely don't constitute to a 'family'. "You off early, too?"
"Wife and kids tagged along for the trip," he nods, then quickly asks the barmaid for a whisky, too. "Promised I'd take them to Lotte World tomorrow."
Jungkook grimaces. "Ooft, on a Saturday?"
"The crowds that bad, huh?"
Gritting his teeth, Jungkook tips his head from side to side, then says, "Get magic passes for the family. It's worth the extra price. Trust me."
He'd never dream of going to Lotte World on a Saturday.
In fact, he doesn't dream of it full stop. Grew up going to the Busan franchise, and would opt for it any day of the week. Everland would be his second choice if couldn't be bothered for the drive. But never the Jamsil Lotte World. It's always rammed .
"I swear, kidsâ" Mitch shakes his head "âAll they do is bleed you dry."
Jungkook smiles. "I'm yet to reach that stage, but I can imagine."
Mitch looks appropriately confused. Did Jungkook not just make up a bullshit imaginary family? Surely he hasn't faltered already?
Jungkook clarifies, "Going home to my girl and my dog. No kidsâor at least if I've acquired one over the last couple of days, it'll be a surprise."
He doesn't know why he said that.
My girl.
Oh, God. He's going insane. He must be. This is ridiculous.
Those stupid dreams of his had already started migrating into daydreams. Now, they're being spoken into reality. This is terrible. Really, truly, awful.
Mitch has an easy ten, maybe twenty years on Jungkook.
His hair is greying, and there are lines embedded into his skin that tell stories of the life he's lived.
While it's his career Jungkook would typically be envious of, he finds himself jealous of Mitch's personal life. Wife. Kids. God, he hates the conformity of it all, but there's an ache in his chest when he thinks about all that he doesn't have.
And it only worsens when he thinks of you and Bam.
"Ah, young love," Mitch nods, again seemingly in approval of Jungkook and his 'choices'âwhich is bizarre, because Jungkook wants to punch himself in the face. "Make the most of it. You'll be longing for the good old days once the kids come."
It's too late for Jungkook to correct himself. Too late to admit to the truth. To say 'lol, jk, im single, just fancy the pants off my coworker.'
The thought of it all makes him want to hurl. Fancy.
He's never admitted his crush before, not even to himself. Oh, this is all so awful.
And so Jungkook panics. Says, "Hopefully we've got a couple years before then. We're both at the same company, so we're trying to figure it all out before doing anything we can't take back."
What is wrong with you?!
"Oh?" Mitch chirps, encouraging Jungkook to continue.
"Were interns at the same time," Jungkook begins to overexplain, as if it makes it any better. He's speaking a crush into existence that he isn't even sure exists, and declaring it as love of some sorts? Oh, this is really barbaric. He might throw up. Maybe if he pretends to faint, he can get out of this situation. He thinks it would be less mortifying. Yet, still, he continues! "Have gone up through the ranks together, but are different departments."
Why is he still talking about you?!
Oh God, his head is gonna explode. It's like you're building an extension on the annexe. He never gave you planning permission, and yet there you are, concrete trowel in one hand, a brick in the other. You're so pretty, he thinks.
Get a grip!
"HR nightmare," Mitch laughs, then leans a little closer. "Truth be told, it's how me and the missus metâI worked for her Daddy's company. Thought I'd be fired on the spot when we told him."
"But I'm guessing...?"
Mitch nods. "I'm now their longest-serving employee and am set to take over in the next five years," he laughs. Thankfully, it all worked out. Hopefully, the same'll be said for you and your missus."
Jungkook's lips curve into a tight-lipped smile. Decides he has to change topic, or otherwise he might just self-implode. "Yeah. Fingers crossedâanyway, I don't think we had a chance to speak at the conference, did we? What's your company?"
As if Jungkook has earned a gold seal of approval, Mitch nods his head over towards a couple of chairs that overlook the runways. Picks up his whisky. Begins to walk away. Says, "I was about to ask you the exact same thing. What did you say your name was again? Let's talk."
"Jeon Jungkook," he grins, picking up his whisky, finally forcing you out of his brain. "Yeah. Let's chat."
"Bammie," you whine into Jungkook's pillows when the sound of his paws excitedly clattering across the floorboards wakes you. You can't have been asleep for very long. A couple hours, tops. "It's not time for walkies yet."
Burrowing yourself deeper into Jungkook's sheets, you try and drown out the noiseâbut it's fruitless. Not only is Bam too cute to ignore, you worry that there's something wrong.
Sitting up, eyes all beary, the dark nothingness around you clues you in on the fact it's definitely the middle of the night. Pushing the duvet off your body, you swing your legs over the side of the bed as your phone begins to vibrate. Jungkook's face takes over your screen, and a frown takes over yours.
Part of you wants to ignore it. Wonder if maybe you've already slept through it ringing out, and that's what woke Bam up.
At this time of the evening, Jungkook should be at the afterparty. It's unofficial, and not endorsed by the convention, which only means one thing: people are getting legless.
He'd sent you a message earlier on in the day saying that Jiwon was still trying her absolute hardest to bag the Acorn man, after an unsuccessful attempt the night before. You wonder if he's wing-manning her.
Bitterly, you wonder if she's cut her losses. Turned her attention to Jungkook, instead.
He's probably shitfaced by now.
Part of you worries he'll want to continue the conversation from the night before. You're too sober to even consider flirting.
Sliding across to answer, you hold the phone to your ear and you begin to walk in the direction of wherever Bam may be.
"Yeah?" You croak down the phone, rubbing your eyes with the back of your hand.
"You sound chirpy," he teases.
Bizarrely, you think he sounds sober. "Fuck off."
"Charming. Undo the bolt on the door," Jungkook demands down the line, but there's almost an echo, as if he's just in the other room or something like that.
Your feet softly pad into the living room, the darkness not much of a hindrance. You know his apartment like the back of your hand; the veins, the freckles, the grooves dappled in your skin below your knuckles. All it takes is a couple of steps for you to reach the light switch, and absolutely zero thought for you to flick it on.
"Hm?" You mumble a confused sound as light bursts into the room. Your eyes squeeze together, a groan catching in your throat. Blinking once, twice, you adjust quickly. Spot Bam by the entryway, looking up at the door expectantly. One of his paws taps at the steel, a soft whine trembling on his lips. Turning your attention back to Jungkook, you say, "What?"
"'I'm home, gremlin," Jungkook softly smiles down the phone. "Let me in."
"But it-" You begin to protest, knowing that his flight isn't until tomorrow.
Jungkook doesn't care to explain himself. Is just as tired as you sound.
"Let me in."
You don't need to be told twice.
He's home.
It shouldn't make you feel the way that it does, all warm and content.
But it does, and for a moment, you let yourself indulge in the sensation of welcoming Jungkook right back to where he belongs.
Hanging up, you place your phone on the kitchen counter, reaching out to scratch Bam's head when you get to the door.
"Is it daddy, huh?" You ask him as he continues to paw at the door. There's a small metallic click as you unthread the bolt, which is quickly replaced by a robotic beep as you press the easy-release button for the latch.
Before you can even properly open the door, the handle is being pressed down from the outside. The sound of Jungkook's hushed voice echoes into the hallway instantly as he coos over Bam just to wind him up a little before he can see him.
"Who is it, Bammie?" He asks through the door, and you already know exactly what he looks likeâsmile so large it takes over his entire face.
You help to push the door open, and find that there's sunshine in the middle of the night in Jungkook's hallway.
"You're home," you sleepily smile as you watch Jungkook crouch, arms wide and all-encompassing as he greets Bam in the most boisterous of ways. He's not making any sense. Isn't saying any words. Just lets noises rumble from his throat, of which Bam somehow seems to understand.
In a way, you understand it too. The mental translation is a bit patchy, but you know it's something along the lines of, I've missed you so much Bammie, Daddy's home now, let's never spend time apart ever again.
Glancing up to you, that daylight smile hanging off his lips, Jungkook's got a glisten in his tired eyes.
Maybe you haven't adjusted to the light as well as you think you have, but there's something different about Jungkook. Something that's making your weary heart work overtime. It's all a bit strange. All a bit lovely. All a bit terrifying.
"Yeah," he tenderly agrees, hands scratching behind Bam's floppy ears as his eyes fondly meet yours. How could he ever stay away? "Home."
part three to be uploaded tomorrow <3
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My Treasure || Bradley "Rooster" Bradshaw
Summary: Request - I need a Bradley x reader or Jake x reader based on the quote, âI canât keep being your second choice, not when youâre my first.â Some angst to fluff goodness maybe
A/N: Ahh thank you for the request! You guys always have the best. Hope you enjoy some good old angst/fluff! Hope you guys enjoy :)
Pairing: Bradley "Rooster" Bradshaw x Y/N
Word Count: 1.7k +
Your eyes glistened with unshed tears as you watched the small tea candle burn out without a trace of Bradley. It was the sixth time in as many nights that he had let you down. Heâd promised you he would be home tonight in time for dinner. Youâd gotten ready, decided to look cute for him and cooked his favorite meal. You were excited at the thought of reconnecting with your long-time boyfriend. It had gotten hard before, sure, but this distance was like nothing youâd felt before in the years you had been together. It felt like your worst fears were coming true, he was pulling away from you. Planning to leave you.
With a huff you left the uneaten food on the table for him to see when he got home. You werenât planning to be there. You called your mom with tears flowing letting her know you were planning to stay with her for the next few nights. She didnât question a thing and told you your room would be ready. Sheâd have time to pester later, you needed her not to right now.
In a rush you through your clothes haphazardly into an overnight bag. Youâd have to figure out your living situation later. In your haste you hadnât heard the front door open and close. Or his curse downstairs. Nor his heavy footsteps on the stairs as he walked up to your shared bedroom. Youâd only noticed him when he placed a hand on your shoulder sending you into a slight panic as he startled you.
His head cocked to the side in confusion seeing you bag, âHon, whatâre you doing?â He squatted so he was eye level with you.
âTo my momâs.â You turned back to your packing doing your best to ignore the confused man who really shouldnât be giving you the look he was, or you were going to snap. How could he not have a clue?
He knew he had messed up when you shrugged off his touch, âWhy would you do that? We have to eat the dinner you made.â
You shook your head, âItâs cold Bradley.â
He scrunched his nose looking over at you, âI can warm it up hon.â He tried to offer a simple solution to the scowl you were giving off to him.
âThatâs not the point.â You were biting your tongue and even he knew that. He wasnât that clueless, and you knew that.
âIâm sorry I was late⌠time just got away from usâŚâ He paused seeing you werenât listening to him. You were going to snap, and you knew it. Why was he out if he knew he was supposed to be home tonight? Why didnât he seem to care about you?
You looked at him with a sadness he had missed so many times before, âI asked you for one thing Bradley. Iâve asked you for one thing for weeks. I just wanted a night with you.â
He frowned immediately, âIâm so sorry honey. This mission has just been hell. I didnât want to take it out on youâŚâ
âThen why wouldnât you just tell me that?â You turned to him, standing now. You were irritated. Tired of second guessing yourself, âIâve been seemingly by myself for the last four weeks Bradley! Do you know how fucking lonely that is? Do you know how Iâve been rattling my damn brain to try and figure out what the hell was going on with you? Did I do something? Iâm tired. Iâm going to my momâs. Now move.â He had stood as you ranted at his inaction. Heâd never seen you so agitated and heated. You were his calm and collected girl. He really mustâve done a number on you without even realizing it.
âBaby IâmâŚâ You were in no state to hear him out. Youâd made up your mind and that was that.
âI followed you across the country.â You let a tear roll down your cheek, âI thought weâd be happy here. My mom lives here. Itâs been nothing short of miserable.â You tried moving around him, but he kept stepping in front of you.
âMove Bradley.â You felt that similar irritation bubble up once more.
He shook his head, âAfraid I canât honey.â
Letting out a breath of frustration you felt the tears welling up once more, âMove!â You yelled at him when he blocked you once more.
âIâm not letting you drive like this Y/N.â He spoke calm and steady now trying his best to reach you in your distressed state.
âThen leave me alone.â You huffed pushing on his chest trying your best to push him out of the room.
âNo, letâs talk about this.â
You let out the sob youâd been holding back before exploding on him. Youâd really tried your hardest, but you were tired, and it was hurting you to look at him, âI canât keep being your second choice, not when youâre my first!â You knew itâd hurt him and thatâs exactly what you were aiming for, as much pain as you could inflict. Sure, it was childish. But you finally got your point across.
âBaby no.â He shook his head, âThatâs not true. Please donât say that. Please.â He took a step towards you. But you took a step back. He got the hint and let you be.
âYou keep saying things but itâs like you canât stand me anymore Bradley! I donât know what Iâve done.â You backed up and sat down on your shared mattress. Leaning down you let your head fall into your hands as you finally let yourself cry it out. You finally let all the emotions youâd been holding back come out fully. Youâd been making yourself feel crazy and he hadnât even had a clue anything was wrong.
You felt his hand on your back as he sat down next to you. The felt the dip of the mattress as he did so. This time you didnât shrug him off or run away. He wasnât going to let you. He knew your automatic reaction was to run and hide and deal with it on your own. He promised you he wouldnât let that happen anymore. He was going to be there for you. In whatever capacity you needed. And now you needed to talk for youâd been keeping it in. Bradley wasnât clueless but he also wasnât a mind reader. He never ever dreamed of hurting you. His favorite girl. His favorite human. His very best friend. His heart ached as your body wracked and sobbed. He never wanted to see you cry let alone be the reason for the salty tears.
âIâm so sorry Y/N. Iâm so sorry I havenât been around to even notice this. Work has been⌠tough. Iâm not supposed to tell you this but weâre being tasked with a pretty dangerous mission. One that somebody may not come back from. I donât want to tell you this to freak you out but Iâve been worried. I have to come home to you. I am making sure of that. And Iâve done that by neglecting you. Please, you have to believe me. Weâre not out drinking. Weâre prepping, strategizing. Trying to figure how in the hell weâre all coming home.â His voice trailed off as your red eyes and cheeks turned up to him in disbelief.
âWhy didnât you just tell me?â Your voice was horse from the crying youâd allowed of yourself.
âItâs classified.â He answered quickly, âI canât risk getting you in trouble honey. But I shouldâve warned you. Iâm so sorry.â
You nodded contemplating his words. You knew he was being nothing but sincere and it was you who was overreacting. A flush of embarrassment rose from your chest as you realized it was a big miscommunication between the two of you. It was odd because you were usually so in sync, but you brushed it off.
âI am too. Iâm sorry I overreacted.â
He took your chin in his hands, âYou didnât. Youâre just reacting because you care. Iâm sorry I pushed you away. You have to know youâre never my second choice. Everything I do is for you. Sometimes I lose sight of it thought.â He smiled sheepishly as he pressed a gentle kiss to your cheek. You shuddered over his gentle touch.
âI donât deserve you.â You mumbled letting your eyes close under his gentle gaze.
He hummed brushing his hands along your lips, âI disagree.â
Your eyes opened to look right into his once more. Even after all this time your heart still hammered in your chest when he looked at you like that, âI love you.â
That smile was one you always adored seeing on him, âAnd I love you my favorite girl.â He kissed your other cheek this time, âIâm sorry I ignored your asks. It wonât happen again.â He smirked right on over at you. Gosh, he really couldnât believe he was about to let you slip away without even realizing it. He really needed to pull back at work every now and then. He shouldâve known you were too kind to complain about him always being gone. Heâd ignored your requests for time alone taking you for granted. Youâd used your words like heâd asked, and he still managed to mess it up.
âItâs okay.â You nuzzled your head into his hand enjoying his comfort after being apart for so long. Sure he had been here, but he wasnât really present.
He shook his head, âItâs really not. Iâm lucky to have you honey.â He kissed your forehead slowly. Letting his lips linger as he pulled you into his lap, âIâm so sorry.â
âI forgive you.â You let your hands trace along his face smiling brightly as he looked down at you.
He let out a long sigh letting himself just hold you in his arms, âMy treasure.â He whispered before finally meeting
You giggled more to yourself when your lips parted, âYouâre so cheesy Bradley Bradshaw.â
He nodded giving your side a squeeze, âAnd you love it.â
You let yourself melt into him feeling all the tension release from your body, âThat I do.â
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Ride 801: Sugimoto's resolution
Pag 1
3: Ohh, there is a motorcycle support car, too?
Yeah, in road racing the ranks are pretty long, so there are lots of them running at the same time
Pag 2
1: Onoda....!!
2: Did you see the sign board just now, Uchikawa? Hakogaku's Manami took the mountain stage!!
As expected there are so many strong cyclists across the country!!
Right!! Kobayashi-san said it was a fight between last year's finalists.... the Inter High sure is surprising!!
3: But the guy in second place, Onoda, was so close behind, it was a close battle.... he must be feeling so frustrated, Sohoku's Onoda!!
5: I'm so glad, Onoda
Pag 3
1: You said you made a promise
2: Is it okay if I go out for the first day's mountain stage!?
3: With Hakone Academy's Manami, during last year's race....!!
4: Road racing is a chaotic sport
A lot of predictions and tactics come together
It's a world where even one second of delay can destroy your plans
5: Among all this, âkeeping a promiseâ isn't an easy thing by all means
6: It's not an easy thing
Pag 4
1: You really are amazing, Onoda
Do your best!
It's the selected team!
Oh it's complete
Only a little bit more until the finish line
Pag 5
1: Keep running...!
2: Usually, in the school's corridors... you walk like in a daze (haha)
3: Ehi Onoda, what's up, you're spacing out
Ah, Sugimoto-kun... isn't it normal?
4: Hmph, is it!?
5: Actually, now that I'm running here myself I can understand
6: It's not an easy thing to do here
7: Ohh, look over there
It's the mountain gate!
Once we turn now
Pag 6
1: The fact that you were able to make that promise come true...
Well, of course, I know, but still!! Of course, I'm on a different team!!
2: It's!!
3: Inside my heart
4: It's inspiring me!!
Pag 7
1: Even though we, the selected team, don't have the support Sohoku has!!
Pag 8
1: Do your best, Sugimoto!!
Pag 9
1: Huh- what- Radokoro-san!?
2: Wo- oh
3: Take this!!
4: Ye- yes! T-thank you!! Tadokoro-san
5: Wh- why are you here!? Ah, for Onoda? Yeah, I guess it must be for Onoda, to cheer for him!!
Pag 10
1: And for you, too, Sugimoto
3: Just before the start, I saw that the list had changed
And I got a call from Touji-san
4: Isn't that good! You could finally start and run in the Inter High!!
5: But that was literally the âstartâ
From now on... âwhat to doâ...
Pag 11
1: it's up to you!!
Keep going 'til the end!! Put your whole three years into it!!
2: Experienced cyclist, Sugimoto Terufumi!!
4: Tadokoro-san...
Who was a third year when we joined the club... Tadokoro-san who was so strict... he came to cheer... for me!!
5: It was just around four seconds, but....
Pag 12
1: they were an inspiring four seconds!!
2: Thank you so much!!
Tadokoro-san!!
3: Sugimoto-san, who was that person just now!?
Ah, it's a senpai of mine
4: I'm really so so grateful to him!!
Pag 13
1: Ngh!!
Deep down in my heart, I was probably thinking something likeâI'm so jealous of Onodaâ!!
2: Ngh!! I'm the one who said I had no support!! But I do!! You're watching me
3: Earnestly!!
4: So I'll try...!! I was losing my way a little, but I'll try, Tadokoro-san!!
5: As much as I can!!
7: The Inter High is a one-shot game
If you fall behind or play it safe, it will end immediately
8: Do it!! Sugimoto
Like running through the mud of a rice field while gritting your teeth, your running....
Pag 14
1: I like it!!
2: Alright, we passed the gate!!! There still a little climb now, then after that's over there's a short tunnel and then a downhill!!
3: Yessir!!
A downhill!!
Yes!
4: These are your orders from now on!!
5: O... orders!?
Sugimoto-san!!
Pag 15
1: The two people in the lead, Sohoku, Hakogku, and other strong teams are already ahead of us
On this climb, the distance between them and us has become of approximately eight minutes!!
2: Eight.... minutes....
3: So much.....
Then we're already too late....
4: We're going to close this distance on the downhill
6: Can we really do something like that!?
Close the.... you mean we'll catch up!? Eight minutes!?
Huh!?
In road racing-
Pag 16
1: The ones who are in the lead on a downhill will definitely be cautious
They'll ride safely and avoiding troubles!!
After all there's no point in taking the risk of losing the time difference you already have!!
2: We'll close the gap!! With everyone's cooperation!!
3: In this downhill there are many zigzags one after the other
4: Ten seconds for each of them...
If we work hard
5: and gain 10 seconds for each of them, for all six of them we'll gain one minute!!
Pag 17
1: Ah, the short tunnel
2: Once we pass this....!!
The âdownhillâ!!
3: But, but wait, Sugimoto-san
We close the gap on the downhill... we catch up... and then... what do we do after that? What's our goal?
5: You want to hear it?
6: I was also thinking...
7: The goal of this selected team for the first day...
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1: is to be in the top ten in the race for the first day's finish line!!
Pag 20
1: The- the selected team in the top ten... has something like that ever happened?
The top... ten!?
No!!
2: That means we have to participate in the sprint for the finish line!!
Which one of us!?
Is that even possible!? Something like that
3: But we really fought for the sprint line!!
So I think Sugimoto-san has a good idea!!
4: Right!!
âŚ. yeah, I have
5: After all, I'm an experienced cyclist!!
#yowamushi pedal#yowapeda#yowamushi pedal translations#yowapeda manga#yowamushi pedal manga#yowamushi pedal spoilers#ride 801#sugimoto my booyyyy#im so happy for him really ;A;#i love how watanabe managed to make him participate in the ih even without being part of the team#and somehow its even better bc hes not only participating#hes even his team's captain!!#HES AN EXPERIENCED CYCLIST AFTER ALL!!#im so happy that tadokoro went to cheer for him too#;A;#oh so many feels for literally every character ;A;
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How Theyâd React to You on Your Deathbed
arcane characters!
Vi
⢠Denial: Vi refuses to accept whatâs happening. âNo, this isnât it. Youâre not leaving me. Weâve been through worseâthis is nothing. Youâll pull through, you always do.â Her voice cracks, betraying her desperation.
⢠Unyielding Presence: Sheâs by your side every second, holding your hand like if she lets go, youâll slip away for good. Her rough, calloused fingers brush your cheek as she whispers, âStay with me, please. I canât do this without you.â
⢠Last Words Through Tears: When it becomes clear thereâs no saving you, Vi breaks down. âI love you. More than anything, more than anyone. If I could take your place, I would. In a heartbeat.â
Jinx (Powder)
⢠Chaotic Despair: Jinx spirals immediately, pacing the room, yelling at anyone who tries to pull her away. âFix her! Do something! Why arenât you doing anything?!â Her voice is frantic, her mind refusing to process the inevitable.
⢠Childlike Pleading: When she finally sits by your side, she clings to you, her head resting against your chest. âYou canât go. Youâre the only thing that keeps me⌠sane. Donât leave me alone. Please, donât go.â
⢠A Broken Goodbye: After youâre gone, Jinx sits in stunned silence, clutching your hand. Her laughter turns hollow as she whispers, âGuess you left me, like everyone else. But Iâll keep you with me. Always.â
Caitlyn
⢠Silent Strength: Caitlyn tries to stay composed for your sake, even as her heart shatters. She holds your hand tightly, her lips trembling as she says, âIâm here, my love. Iâll be here until the very end.â
⢠Unwavering Devotion: She brushes your hair back gently, her voice soft but breaking. âIâve faced criminals, corruption, and danger⌠but this? This is the one thing I canât fight.â
⢠A Love Eternal: As your breathing fades, she presses a tender kiss to your forehead, tears streaming down her cheeks. âIâll carry you with me, always. I promise, Iâll make you proud.â
Ekko
⢠Desperate to Save You: Ekko throws himself into trying to save you, using every resource the Firelights have. âNo, no, no. This isnât happening. I can fix this. I can fix you.â
⢠Blaming Himself: When thereâs nothing more he can do, he collapses at your side. âThis is my fault. I shouldâve protected you, kept you safe. I promised Iâd never let anything happen to you.â
⢠A Final Vow: Through tears, he takes your hand. âYou always believed in me, even when I didnât believe in myself. Iâll build the future you dreamed of. Iâll make sure your name lives on in every light of Zaun.â
Mel Medarda
⢠Composed but Devastated: Mel sits beside you, her expression calm but her hands trembling as she holds yours. âYouâve always been stronger than me. I donât know how to face this without you.â
⢠A Final Confession: âI shouldâve told you sooner⌠how much you mean to me. How much I love you. I spent so much time hiding my feelings, and now Iâll never get to show you the life we couldâve had.â
⢠A Quiet Goodbye: As you slip away, Mel presses her forehead against yours. âYou were my heart, my one true peace. Iâll carry you with me, always.â
Silco
⢠A Dangerous Rage: Silco lashes out at anyone around him, demanding answers, blaming them, himself, the world. âThis shouldnât be happening! Iâve built empires; Iâll burn them all to save her. Do something!â
⢠Uncharacteristic Vulnerability: When itâs just the two of you, his anger fades into despair. He kneels beside your bed, gripping your hand tightly. âYou were my light in the dark. My anchor. How am I supposed to go on without you?â
⢠A Ruthless Promise: As you take your last breath, his voice drops to a chilling calm. âIâll avenge you. No one will forget your name, and no one will ever cross me like this again.â
Viktor
⢠Desperate Innovation: Viktor works tirelessly to find a way to save you, even turning to dangerous experiments. âThis isnât over. Iâll fix this. Just hold on a little longer.â
⢠Heartfelt Regret: When he realizes heâs out of time, Viktor breaks down. âI shouldâve spent more time with you, told you how much you meant to me. Instead, I wasted it all chasing dreams that donât matter anymore.â
⢠A Quiet Goodbye: He sits by your side, his head bowed as he whispers, âYou were the one thing in this world I didnât have to perfect. The one thing I got right. Iâll miss you⌠every day.â
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Wrapped in Calm - Marcello HernĂĄndez
I canât believe thereâs no Marcello fics anywhere. Let me get the hang of it, and yâall are gonna get some good fics lol
Saturday mornings used to feel rushed, like there was always something to get done. But with Marcello, itâs different. Even with SNL later tonight, thereâs this sense of calm that radiates from him.
His arm is slung lazily over my waist, his face half-buried in the pillow, dark curls all messy. Heâs awake, but neither of us has moved, too comfortable in the quiet of the morning. I feel him shift slightly, and a soft hum escapes his lips, the kind that makes me smile.
"Morning," he mumbles, voice thick with sleep. His hand brushes my hip, fingers tracing lazy circles on my skin, and I canât help but lean into his touch.
"Morning," I whisper back, my voice just as soft. I turn my head slightly to catch a glimpse of him, and there he is, eyes barely open but filled with this easy kind of warmth that makes my heart flutter.
We lie there for a while longer, neither of us in any hurry to move. His breathing is slow, steady, like heâs savoring every second. I feel the familiar pull of his body against mine as he shifts closer, burying his face into the crook of my neck.
"Youâre so cozy," he murmurs against my skin, lips brushing lightly, and I canât help but laugh a little, the sound muffled by the sheets.
"You say that every time," I tease, but I canât deny that itâs true. Moments like this feel so effortless, like the world could stop outside and neither of us would care.
He lets out a contented sigh, pulling me even closer until our bodies are flush, his warmth enveloping me completely. "Yeah, well, itâs true every time."
Thereâs a quiet pause, the kind thatâs comfortable, like weâve said all we need to. Outside, the city is probably waking up, but here, in our little bubble, itâs just us. I can feel Marceloâs chest rising and falling slowly against my back, his heartbeat a steady rhythm that Iâve grown to love.
"Are you nervous about tonight?" I ask after a while, breaking the silence.
I feel him shake his head, lips still pressed softly to my skin. "Not really. Feels normal now, you know?" His voice is so calm, so sure, like the chaos of live TV doesnât even faze him anymore.
"Must be nice," I say, smiling to myself. Itâs hard to imagine not being at least a little bit anxious before performing live in front of millions, but Marcello⌠heâs so chill about it. He always is.
He laughs quietly, his breath warm against my neck. "I guess Iâve just got good company to keep me grounded."
I roll my eyes, even though he canât see it, and nudge him with my elbow. "Youâre so cheesy."
"And you love it," he teases, his arm tightening around me, pulling me into this half-playful, half-sweet hug.
I sigh, leaning back into him, fully content. "Yeah, I do." And I mean it. Every bit of it. These slow mornings, the way he holds me like itâs the most natural thing in the world, the way heâs so calm before a night of madness, itâs all part of why I love him.
We stay like that for a little longer, wrapped up in each other, letting the morning stretch on without a care in the world.
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I think the worst thing about having very vague/spotty memories because I was so young when it happened is feeling like I canât ever fully accept that it DID happen. I will always second guess myselfâeven though the evidence is always with me (the body keeps the score, as they say). I will probably never tell anyone who knows him about it because what if Iâm wrong?? What if Iâm making up these flashes of âmemoryâ, and seeing âsignsâ in my present self where there are none just because I want an easy answer that would explain the way that I am???
It would be such a horrible thing to accuse someone of if it wasnât true. Especially family. Even just thinking it feels cruel and unfair to him sometimes. And thereâs no way for me to get the truth unless he were to confess it to me himself.
I fantasize about that sometimesâI like to picture him apologizing to me at some kind of reunion, scared out of his mind that Iâll tell someone about it and ruin his life. Or even unapologetic, making jokes about it. At least then I would have confirmation. At least then I would have validation for the last twenty years of my life.
Anyway if anyone else feels like this, youâre not alone.
#this is not my usual type of post but i feel like im losing my mind i had to get this out#and itâs fathoms easier to put it here than to say anything to anyone who knows me offline#but if youâre someone i actually speak to on this app if you could pretend you didnât see this that would be great thanks đ#trauma posting#ro speaks#childhood trauma#repressed memories#csa survivor#incest survivor#i feel like a fraud using these tags lol#even now i canât decide if i believe it or not#but like. bro. come on. you know#but DO I??#UGH#vent post#actually traumatized#csa vent#i am feeling very insecure about this post but here we go#trauma journal
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so guess what they released more interviews and i think given what a writing shitshow totk was and what they have been saying in all these interviews is actually painting a really bad picture; i dont have the time, nor the energy to go over every detail
but they were commenting on people wanting the more linear format back and aonuma himself basically said that he thinks people who feel like that do so only bc of nostalgia and "Why do you want to go back to a type of game where you're more limited or more restricted in the types of things or ways you can play?"
what .. the fuck, more freedom DOESNT automatically mean better??? like ... restriction can be a GOOD thing just as tooo much freedom can be BAD?? like in totk??? are you fukcing shitting me- what the hell are games even for then, has he had an awakening to the fact that he actually just loves sandbox games without realizing it???? im not playing fucking zelda for a sandbox, especially not when its advertised as a somethign else
its pretty clear that they want to keep this format going with everything they say there, ... maybe it really is over huh
also i hate how they kept talking around answering anything about story/lore; they go asked how ganondorf even connects to ganon since theres nothign about it in game, and all they got out was welllll we dont wanna say anything bc its up to the player; about every question you got the answer of "make somethign up yourself" which is just ... its really clear they dont actually care but dont want to say everything is meaningless actually, so they try to be vague about it and with doing that really just confirm they didnt think about it and they dont care- so no lore actually matters, nothing thats been said or established has any meaning bc they will get rid of it the second it crosses paths with their new -more freedom equals better- philosophy, they say its bc they want you to be "free" to think up anything but apparently dont realize that when there are no rules, no consistent lore or anything that it ROBS it, it stops having meaning, its fun to connect dots only when there are rules you need to work with and dots to connect in the first place, when you have an established world with its restrictions it drives you to think more creatively about things- but when there are no rules?? its fucking boring!! thats what it is!!
when you discard all rules i wont care to get invested into anything bc i know it will not be considered again, be done away with without any reason and wont have influence on coming or previous games ... bc there are no rules, anything is possible and everything can be changed any second, so nothing matters
(they also talked about the many viral videos of those very few dedicated people that make godzilla mechs in totk and how happy they are about that- i get that to some extent, but the way they kept talkign about it really just felt like it confirmed my suspicion that that whole mechanic was mainly implemented to let people do that since that gets shared around en masse making it seem like that is why people enjoy it while neither the game nor the narrative are build around it in any way ..)
it just makes all the time i spend thinking, feeling and theorizing about zelda like a true waste of time, bc nothing matters and there are no rules-
i am someone who greatly enjoys working with and around established lore/rules, its fun to me to recontextulize things by being smart or creative with it all without breaking anything or as little as possible of the established things!
if i wanted to do just do anything i want I COULD HAVE ALREADY DONE THAT bc theres nothing actually stopping anyone to just make up what they want! i DONT need canon to lose all rules for that??!!
maybe ill have to make myself believe the franchise ended with botw on a good note ... ono
#ganondoodles talks#zelda#totk#ganondoodles rants#sorry for sounding so agressive about this#but its making me so mad#also someone said to me that they literally admitted to not have an actual writer for totk???#(or someone that has no connection to anything zelda before this??)#which i couldnt find myself but#it would make so much sense if true#like ... yeah if there werent any people dedicated for the narrative and it was jsut cool looking moment tacked on cool looking moment#or someone that has no idea of anything of the past ... including botw ... yeah .. yeah it does feel like that#it makes me so sad#and also like i have to come to terms with this franchise being practically dead to me now#just when i was about to start working on chapter 2#can they please stop doing interviews when all they do is fuck it up more#(*  ̄︿ ̄)
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Espresso
Alex Morgan x Fem!Reader
I really liked how this came about when writing. I was scrolling through tiktok and this came around again of andrew garfield describing emma stone (which is the most romantic thing to describe a person you love).
Let me know what you think!
-grey
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All of the United States Womenâs National Team players are in the conference room, just finishing up a meeting with their coaches. Everyone is split up in their normal groups with the younger players sticking together. But there was one thing that they all have in common. Itâs the love of one particular artist.
âOhmygod! It out in five minutes!â Sonnett practically yelled for the whole world to hear.
âWhatâs starting?â
âThe documentary all about how Espresso was written and put together.â
âWait! Thatâs today?â
âYes, Ashley. Come on. Keep up.â
Emily sets up her laptop, refreshing every second until the documentary shows up on Netflix.
âItâs right there! Click it.â
âI am, chill.â She swats Ashleyâs hand away.
âââ
âNow, âFairytale,â whatâs that about?â The interviewer asks.
A smile instantly shows up on your face.
âUh, itâs pretty straight forward.â
âBut go into detail. From listening to it once, I know itâs about how much you love someone and always wanting them close by.â
âThatâs basically it.â
âGive me more man.â You both laugh. âWhoâs it about?â
âUh, I wonât be saying who, but she was-is pretty special. Iâve known her since we were kids. I was a pretty shy kid growing up, kept to myself most of the time, then she shows up out of nowhere basically demanding to be friends.â
âThen you became more?â
âThen we became more. She helped me open up and like the song says âwith you I lose all my fears,â she was always there to help me get by.â
You are now sat on a stool with your guitar and perform the song that was just talked about. (Fairytale by We Three)
âAre you still together?â
âOh.â You let out a breathy chuckle. âNo.â
âWhat happened?â
âI actually have no clue. Itâs been, what? Thirteen years.â You start giggling.
âWhatâs got you gigglinâ over there.â
âNothing, nothing. Just the number, thatâs all. Donât ask me about it.â
âAlright then, letâs backtrack. You said you donât know what happened. How is that possible to not know what happened that led to the breakup?
âI just never got the closure that I needed, I guess. I mean yeah, she said she just didnât love me anymore, but what else? What did I do? What could I have done differently? Just those questions that I have that havenât and probably never will get answered.â
âDo you know what sheâs up to now.â
âUh, yeah I do. Not to sound creepy, but Iâve seen how she is and sheâs doing amazing. Sheâs moved up in the world. A true inspiration, especially to her daughter.â
âSo she has a child?â
âYeah. And she looks so much like her.â You give a sad smile, a tear slipping from your eye.
âShe must be real special to you, even after all these years.â
âShe was like a shot of espresso, sheâs like, being bathed in sunlight, sheâs incredibly energetic and enthusiastic and she had this sense of play and fun which was, incredibly exciting. And then just like the sunset that illuminates her beauty she left, while like a dark night I got pulled into darkness.â
âââ
Alex Morgan sat in silence throughout the whole documentary. She hasnât caught up with your career like you had done with her.
âIâve never been described as a shot of espresso.â Ashley breaks the silence.
âThat was the most romantic thing Iâve ever heard. Also very heartbreaking at the same time.â Rapinoe speaks up for the first time.
âBut isnât it weird that sheâs still caught up on this girl after thirteen years?â Kelley questions.
âI donât think sheâs caught up, she just wants the closure she never got.â
âMan whoever left her just like that, we needa have some words.â
Alex excuses herself, saying she was tired and was gonna go up to her room. On the way to her room, she though about more of her life and the evens that happened in the past year.
She divorced her ex-husband after nine years, co-parentingâif you can call him seeing his daughter only when he feels like it.
And now that sheâs thinking about it, the only reason she can come up with was not wanting to be the reason that you can express your love freely to the world. Alex isnât out, she never was, never even planning to. Thatâs why she broke up with you because it wasnât fair to you.
No, she just needs to tell you.
For closure.
Her thumb hovers over your contact, hoping it never changed.
Sunshine âď¸
Hi.
It wasnât long until she got a reply.
Lover âĽď¸
Hey.
Sunshine âď¸
Would you like to grab a cup of coffee with me? To catch up?
Alex throws her phone on the bed, anxious to know what you would say. Her phone vibrating makes her grab her phone just as quick as she threw it.
Lover âĽď¸
When and where?
~~~~~
no part 2
#woso x reader#woso#uswnt x reader#uswnt#woso imagines#uswnt imagines#alex morgan#alex morgan x reader#alex morgan imagines
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Hello! First off I want to say this is one of my favorite tumblr blogs out there :) Iâm sure itâs a lot of work but it definitely pays off with how easy it is to find a fic on here! I love the work you all do.
Iâve perused the #crowleyâs-eyes fics quite a bit and am looking for moreâ specifically relating to Crowley having trouble with his vision. I have vision issues myself and it makes me happy to see that aspect in my favorite character.
Thank you in advance! đŤśâ¤ď¸
Hi! Yes, we have quite a few posts on our #crowley's eyes tag. Here are some more recent fics to add...
Snake Eyes by DrHuggles_j (G)
It's difficult to keep from your book-loving angelic counterpart that Crowley, in fact, cannot read words that small on a page. Sure, he can read and write, but human text has a tendency to evade him at times, opting to guess or simply miracle the text to a readable size. He's kept the secret for this long, what's for the rest of eternity?
Your Eyes Hold the Stars by ForrestToffee (G)
When he fell Crowley was cursed with snake eyes. And sure, it made the first several couple millennia a little challenging until glasses were invented. But he didnât really know what he was missing. But fast forward six thousand years, and fooling Heaven and Hell with their little body swap scheme unexpectedly gave Crowley the opportunity to see the world as it was meant to be seen. OR Crowley gets the opportunity to see his stars as they were always meant to be seen.
until the stars fall from the sky by theivytree (T)
The stars have always been one of Aziraphaleâs favorite things about the universe. Millions of stars, thousands of planets, so expansive and beautiful. He remembers being in space, watching the nebula burst in an array of colors the angel had never seen before. Gorgeous was the only way it could be described in Earthly words. Or; Aziraphale and Crowley go stargazing on two separate occasions.
Bright as his eyes by HenlyesTales (G)
"What do you mean?". Crowley shrugged "Heaven destroyed most of them when I fell" Aziraphale stared at Crowley for a few seconds, "Crowley theyâre all- theyâre all here. Heaven didnât touch your stars". -Or- Crowley and Aziraphale meet again in 35 AD, go on a walk together and Crowley realizes how much his snake eyes affect him.
Snake Eyes by Strummer_Pinks (NR)
Aziraphale pines over Crowley, unable to voice his true feelings for his friend. In other news, Aziraphale doesn't realize that having snake eyes, Crowley can't see in colour. Insanity at a sushi restaurant ensues.
The Crowley Collection by OverlookBrooke (M)
Aziraphale wasnât an idiot. He knew Crowley enjoyed James Bond and botany and old cars. There were so many wonderful novels on these topicsâCrowley really ought to try reading once and a while. (He could definitely learn to enjoy his hobbies and interests even better if he dug his nose into a book every now and then!) Aziraphale had to wonder, why wouldnât he read? No matter. If he didnât want to read, Aziraphale would collect books for him. Just in case he wanted to. No other reason. Right?
- Mod D
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