#i switched tenses somewhere 2/3 in and then didn't realize for a good while and had to go back

[scoundrels-in-love]

For the breakup prompts, "i kissed you goodbye by accident - old habits die hard okay?!?!"

This was intended to be short and funny, when it’s not really either of those things. Also I’m sorry you ended up the soundboard for this piece so you already got thoroughly spoiled, but it’d not be half the thing it is without your input, so all my love and thanks!

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Brienne should have known it’d end horribly.

In a way she had - she had absolutely expected her relationship with Jaime fucking Lannister to crash and burn, with same intensity of Wildfire like heat his eyes could hold. (Just for her.) Except it hadn’t. Instead, it had turned to snow of far North that melted and trickled through their fingers. They couldn’t hold onto it, not for almost two years she was to spend in archeological dig beyond the Wall while he worked in King’s Landing museum of history and art.

When they had sat down and discussed it seriously, Brienne had been lulled in false sense of security. The breakup had been mutual (eventually Jaime had stopped arguing over how fair or unfair it’d be for Brienne to make him wait for her after they’d been together only half a year) and going back to friends hadn’t been as awkward as she had expected. In some ways, it did make Brienne realize that their friends had been right all along by saying they had been basically dating without dating for a while already.

And that’s where the trap laid. They still hung out whenever possible, had their weekend movie nights when it was easy to cuddle together ‘just like they had before they dated’ and not mention it had definitely not included toying with each other’s hair or sleepy nuzzles in the crook of her neck. He was still the person she wanted to talk with first and the very last in her day and it was still possible because they had texted each other constantly for last two year, anyway. Jaime still kissed her goodbye because suddenly stopping after a year would be even more awkward, right? It was demoted back to peck on cheek, anyway.

Except tonight she had turned her head to receive it, because the line they had barely sketched with chalk had been blurred by their shuffling feet, and Jaime’s lips had been so warm, so eager and too much like a welcome home when she hadn’t even left yet.

So, now Brienne was staring at her unflattering reflection, adorned by a darkening hickey. It wasn’t comforting to know he was sporting similar one. Neither was the refreshed memory of the sound he made when her lips were on his neck. Or the way the darkness of his eyes shifted from shades of desire to hurt when she pushed against him and then scrambled out of the door.

“I don’t do hook ups or friends with benefits,” she had told Jaime, a whole golden, wonderful, doomed relationship earlier, when they had tumbled into a makeout almost as accidentally as tonight. “It’s neither if we’re dating,” he had told her with a grin and intent that had disarmed her. Did it count as a (almost) hookup if it was your ex? Brienne suspected it did. She also suspected she couldn’t face him again any time soon.

Of course, that’s when the door bell rang, reminding her that it wasn’t a choice entirely up to her. Because Jaime still had the key to her apartment and it was only courtesy that he wasn’t using it. Courtesy she felt like abusing and throwing few chairs in front of the door, just in case he ran out of chivalry.

But their shattering friendship deserved more, at least a proper killing blow instead of being left crawling onward for another week, so Brienne inhaled deeply and went to face the music.

He leaned against the doorjamb and looked like he needed it because had ran all the way here, which would be dramatic enough for Jaime to do, and she wanted to remind him they were not in a fucking romcom.

“Brienne, let’s kiss these godsdamned goodbyes goodbye.”

Or maybe they were and whoever was writing their lines was doing a really sloppy job.

“Jaime,” she began, but didn’t really know what to follow it up with. Her intentions and wants were already at war and Jaime’s desperation was arming one side with cannons.

“Listen, I thought I could do it. That I would. Let you go. Because you had finally seen enough of me to realize you’re way too good for me or just gotten tired of me and wanted to be so very kind and Brienne about it. I felt lucky enough that you still wanted to be my friend. But now I am not so sure that’s true, that you really don’t want me anymore.”

Her heart wasn’t one to literally hurt at many things, but it did then and suddenly, the way he had gotten more and more subdued during their breakup conversation as if someone was putting out the light that makes most of Jaime made so much more, suffocating sense.

“I don’t care if you’re going to be over the Wall. I can afford to fly to you often and to fund the thermal underwear industry, if needed. Just say that you want me to,” he wasn’t begging, but there was such hope and determination written plainly on his face which was anything but plain.

Brienne couldn’t lie, now that the army of logic was utterly devastated and remnants of it had switched sides, and it had never been about lying anyway (except the denial): “I don’t want you to buy a thermal underwear company. But I do want to give long distance a try, if you are really–”

She never got to finish the sentence, because he launched upward and kissed her fiercely, and being in a questionable quality romcom suddenly didn’t seem so bad as they stumbled backward into her apartment.

Brienne did later change her mind about that a little every time when Jaime came to the camp, frustrating her supervisors and coming up with new and ridiculous reasons why she personally must be responsible for keeping him warm and generally disturbing her work, but regret never came.

And when Jaime suggested that she should move into his place upon returning to King’s Landing, she smiled and asked “so we can kiss the godsdamned goodbyes goodbye for real this time?”, the groan she got was a ten out of ten.

[getitinbusan]

Only Love Can Hurt Like This -4

Im Jaebeom - Angst

Y/N doesn't want a relationship, especially not with an idol. Jaebeom only wants her.

Love after heartbreak and all the things that fall in between.

Angst, Cheating, Fluff, Smut

A new series inspired by lyrics, each chapter has a specific song that goes with it.

Chapter 1: Nice To Meet Ya

Chapter 2: Blood In The Cut

Chapter 3: Liability

Chapter 4:

Chapter 5: Only Love Can Hurt Like This

Chapter 4: That's Just The Way You Make Me Feel

You keep on asking me the same questions (why?)

And second guessing all my intentions

You've got the answers to my confessions

You know I love it, so please don't stop it

So real, so good, so fuckin' real

The way you make me feel Janel Monae. 

He knew he fucked up and he didn't know what to do about it. He'd finally made some headway and now he was back to square one. 

So, the next day he was back. Standing in front of your counter he held out a cup of Hotteok.

Before he could speak you jumped in, "See JB, the way this whole retail thing works is, you pick something you want that I'm selling, then give me money for it. Nowhere in the scenario do you bring me random shit just because."

Your eyes were red, he felt terrible, after only 2 conversations he'd already managed to hurt you. 

"It's not random shit, it's an apology. I'm sorry I drew attention to you last night." he paused, "you don't deserve to be attacked like that." 

You turned away trying to gain your composure, "The one thing I've learned through all this is to never apologize for showing your feelings. When you do, you're apologizing for the truth." 

You looked back, "I've never apologized for loving Yoongi, because it was real whether people want to believe it or not."

You sighed, "You didn't do anything wrong. You didn't put the target on my back JB it's been there a while, I'm just sad because now you've got one too." 

His heart sank when he realized that you weren't choosing loneliness to protect yourself, you were keeping your distance so he wouldn't get dragged into it. 

He placed his large hand over yours as it lay on the counter. "There's only one thing that's going to make me walk away from you." He tipped your chin so you were forced to look into his eyes, "Tell me you don't want me here." 

The door chimed, you were no longer alone.

"Like I said yesterday, it's bad business for me to chase away customers, stay as long as you want."

He smiled brightly, "That's not a no." 

Taking the Hotteok from the counter you were still unsure, but he was right, it wasn't a no. 

………………………

Standing at the bar in the exact spot you'd met him, you'd hoped he'd be here tonight. You felt like a desperate fool with a schoolgirl crush.

Three days had passed since you'd last seen him and despite your best efforts, you found yourself missing him. You hated the way your heart hurt, of course he'd given up why would this be a surprise? 

A hand reached around placing a drink on the bar in front of you. "You look like you could use this, still pining over Min Yoongi?" 

"Actually I'm waiting for a friend Minho." 

"I could be your friend tonight Y/N. I guarantee I can get you to stop thinking about him," he grabbed your ass. 

"No thanks, I don't think 5 minutes in your bed will change my world."

He grabbed the drink back, "No wonder he cheated on you, you're such a bitch." 

Dumb, Dumb, Dumb...you'd let your guard down and everything was feeling all too personal. Shooting back the last of your Soju you grabbed your jacket and made for the exit. 

"You're not leaving when I just got here?"

Your traitorous heart fluttered, "I didn't know I was supposed to be waiting." 

His grin got bigger, "Are you mad because maybe you actually missed me a little?"

Mad, sad, who could tell them apart anymore? 

"Yeah, actually I am and I'm livid with myself for it." 

He put his hand on your waist, "Hey, I'm sorry, I got called for re shoots."

His thumb rubbed over your hip soothingly, "I only have your work number...I just got back and I was hoping you'd be here" 

A voice shouted from across the bar "Don't waste your time on that one JB, come sit with us"   

You closed your eyes trying to keep the tears at bay, "You heard the man. I'm leaving anyway, I guess I'll see ya around."

Shooting a look at Minho he ran out the door to catch up with you. 

Standing at the curb waiting for a cab he reached his hand out to you. "I wanted to be with you tonight, and I'm pretty sure you wanted to be with me. It's still early, let's go somewhere okay, can we still do that?" 

Placing your hand in his, "Only if we're alone...and there's alcohol."

He smiled victorious, "I think I know a place." 

Walking up the crowded street you felt better, anonymous. He kept squeezing your hand making sure you hadn't slipped away.

"Right here," he stopped in front of a pink neon lit Karaoke Bar. 

"Karaoke? I think one of us has an extremely unfair advantage JB." 

"Don't worry I'll let you win." 

Stepping closer to him you kissed his cheek, "Why are you being so nice to me JB?" 

"Y/N, why do you keep questioning my motives?"

His hand ran up your arm, "I hate that you've been mistreated for so long that you don't realize what normal behavior is."

He held the door open for you, "How's a private room and bottle service sound?" 

................................

You consumed copious amounts of Grey Goose as you took turns performing for one another. What you lacked in vocal talent you made up for in your ability to mimic choreography.

"I think I've lost my voice," you shouted after your efforts to sing Itzy's Wannabe.

"I'm going to have to tell JYP about you, maybe with some training you can debut next year and come on tour with us," he laughed.

He queued up the next song, "Come here, I want to dance with you." 

You moved into his waiting arms and allowed yourself to surrender to his pursuits. His song came on and you laughed, "it's so cheesy Jaebeom-ah!" 

He sang anyway, 

Our love will lead the way for us

If the road ahead is not so easy

Like a guiding star

I'll be there for you if you should need me

You don't have to change a thing

I love you just the way you are

You let your head rest on his chest, his heartbeat was louder, more important than the words he was singing.

Glad he was holding you up, you felt a little drunk, a little in love and for once, you weren't going to stop yourself. 

He kissed the top of your head and held on a little tighter, "So does this mean you'll finally give me your number?"

You looked up at him nodding, locking eyes he moved slowly closer, lips almost touching ...until his phone went off.

He frowned, "Fuck, it's management. Sorry I've got to check in. Just stay in my arms ok?" 

"You're going to read texts over my shoulder? How romantic," you jibed, but you didn't break away. 

JYP: Dispatch has reached out to us for comment regarding a new dating scandal. They were tipped off that you were with Y/N at Cakeshop Night Club tonight and now they are outside of the Karaoke bar waiting for photos. We need to discuss your intentions immediately. A car will pick you up in 15 mins, wait inside for security. Do not leave the building together as it is still controllable speculation.

You could feel his body react to what he was reading, deep breaths, tensed muscles and finally pulling you in tightly. "What is it J?" 

"I've got to get you out of here, the press are outside" 

He handed you his phone, "add your number."

But JYPs text was still open and you saw every word.

You keyed in your info and switched it off before handing it back. 

You breathed deep, "You know, sneaking in and out of buildings is my specialty," You put your hand over his heart and gave a sad smile.

"Don't worry about me. I'm sure there's a back entrance, I'll just grab a cab home. If you go out the front they'll be too busy taking photos of you, they'll never notice me."

You tried to sound confident and uncaring so he'd do what was best but Jaebeom had his own plan. 

"Get your stuff, we're going out the front together." 

He pulled your hand through the bar and out the front door. Lights flashed as they took their photos for tomorrow's headlines.

Hailing a cab he leaned over and kissed your lips, "I'm going to call you as soon as I can okay?"

You weren't okay, your first kiss would be your last kiss. Your smile hid the stabbing pain in your heart, you knew it was over before it had started.

"Jaebeom," you called him back after he closed the car door behind you, "It's been a really great time."

He smiled and waved.

Getting into the companies blacked out Suburban he was happy, he was going to stand his ground.

He'd felt bad that your first kiss had been under these circumstances so he opened his phone to text you a quick apology.

Searching the contacts  he found your entry, "I'm sorry" with random numbers underneath.