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the audacity to make me the one ignoring you when this was the last time i messaged you
and guess who FINALLY replied almost a week later???? some prison pal you are fucking jerk sreedy when i catch you sreedy sreedy when i catch youâ
#i literally finished THE FIRST WEEK of the semester#survived through living with disastrous roommates#AND THEN you wanna show up#im seething#i will never forgive you unless the apology is in the form of a paypal transfer#until then don't ever speak to me again#don't even think of me in your fever dream#i don't even wanna appreciate your time and effort for making the stupid bobs burgers gifs ahshajshajsj#why are you the way you are#askies#sreedy#wine to my lemon juice
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I spoke too soon I should have known that was too easy for him Iâm so tired I was like hey! I might have found someone interested in subleasing, if they end up not wanting to ill start making posts places but either way, ill need a move in date to advertise and tell people. Do you have any estimates of when you might find a place yet?
And my fucking roommate replies with a bunch of links to apartments like well you could move HERE like fuck you fuck you fuck you jackass this wasnât what we agreed on and also 90% of the places he sent me were places I already contacted and had no availability/a waitlist/couldnât sign until august and the other 10% were WAY out of my price range also none of this solves that I donât want to sign a new fucking lease cuz I want out of this fucking fuck ass city between you and your bf you make almost TRIPLE what I do you will have such an easier time finding a new place and moving plus you wanna stay in this stupid fucking fuck ass city just fucking GET OUT
#i am genuinely starting to hate this dipshit#I get moving sucks!#but also this is all YOUR fault so YOU should get the shittier end of the deal sorry not sorry#also me living on my own means I will go from about 600 dollars of extra income s month#to about 200 to fucking ZERO depending on what the rent is#how about you kill yourself#âIâm not trying to make this harder for youâ#you are actively fucking me over in sooooo many fucking ways dude because you are incapable of considering other human beings#he also has less bills than me?????#like motherfucker doesnât even have a car payment cuz his mom GAVE him a car be fucking for real#heâs spent his whole life pretty much kinda jusy doing whatever he wants and getting whatever he wants#and itâs reallyyyyyyy starting to fucking show with this situation#GOD#I told him that doesnât work for me and explained why to him AGAIN#and he has no answered so lol weâll see#he was also like âbut youâll still have to live with someone you donât know and you didnât want that đ„șđ„șâ#like oh my god#yeah in an ideal world! no! I wouldnât be doing that#but the issue wasnât literally living with some guy I donât know#it was being walked all over and treated like shit and not considered#nor was I asked about it lol like now Iâm seeking a new roommate I was never doing that when you moved him in so I wasnât prepared for it#fuck you for all of a sudden acting like you care about whatâs âbest for meâ#and that itâs living alone when it quite literally fucking isnât for so many reasons#you just donât wanna fucking move and are scrambling now that Iâm actually enforcing this#kysssssssssssss#kaz rambles
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found out that rascal's owner took him again while i was out, and he's probably not gonna be back since the semester's almost over. i don't even know if his owner's coming back next semester, if i'll ever see him again. if he'll ever see me again. why do they wait until im not around to do this? why do they never let me say goodbye to him?
#i didnt really get to process it bc i found out when i was hanging w a friend but. im processing it now#sigh.. i dont know. i dont know.#at the end of the day he is and has always been someone else's cat. i can't control what she does with him#no matter what i think of it. she can always take him away. but every time it happens im just. im tired yknow?#it's worth it to me to have him around. i love him dearly and i want him to be in a home where he's actually cared for (which i have done my#best to provide) but he's just. not mine. and every time it happens i back up and think man. im such a sucker.#i don't think people manipulate me often. not in an ongoing way i mean. i don't think ppl see me as valuable enough to most of the time.#but damn. she really found my weak spots didn't she. free petcare courtesy of one chump who can't live without animals around. sigh#he deserves stability but he deserves love more. this weird shared custody thing is better for him i think. and frankly i also love him.#im not the priority here but my feelings are like. there. him being taken away without even telling me first hurts. i'd like to be able to#say goodbye to him. im not saying he has to stay or this has to go on but couldn't they just.. consider my feelings a bit more?#just bc you're fine with dropping your cat off somewhere for weeks not knowing when you'll see him again and not visiting doesn't mean i am#and i kind of feel like my roommate is part of this. after all it's not like his owner can just break into our room and take him#and if im always out when they do it there's a chance roomie's just shipping him off whenever she gets sick of him.#she's done it before. even after she agreed so vehemently with me about never wanting him to go back to such treatment and stuff early on.#she's been spraying him for little reason lately too. and i mean i get being a little more cautious with some things bc her neck's broken#but she's really fixated on how much he smells and bites and stuff and talks about how if i wasn't around she'd consider eating him#and then other times she's like that's my pookie. i don't get it. like yeah i tell rascal to fuck off sometimes bc he hurts me but it's not#like a hateful thing. i dont resent him for it i'm just annoyed sometimes bc he's maiming me a little. he's my baby. how could i loathe him?#so it makes me think that roomie might be blaming his transfers on his owner bc she doesn't want me to judge her#and like. this is her room too. it's not her fault she's more bothered by the smell than me. if she doesn't want to be bitten and clawed all#the time i can sympathize. i don't wanna force her to house him. but i wish she'd just be honest with me i guess#like. what if his owner decides to give him away without telling me? i'd take him in in a heartbeat. even though i know it's a bad idea.#but i'm worried he'll fall out of my reach completely. and at the very least I'd like to be able to say goodbye first. that's all.
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best relationships: someone who loves organizing and sometime who hates it
#mine#my roommate always put off packing until the very last second and so i started being like. đ i can pack for you#i got her moved out of our freshman dorm 3 hours early lmao <3#she also used to notice when i was stressed about something and she would be like#'hey i just bought groceries <3 do u wanna organize the cabinets again <3'#like YEAH of COURSE i wanna organize your boxes and jars#miss her </3 she is now trying to move to Florida with her girlfriend tho and I'm trying to convince her to let me help pack <3#i will fly to Texas to help you move please let me come visit
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yâknow just as soon as i start getting comfortable with the idea of being open/relying on my dad and him being more comfortable with my choices than i feared, i can essentially throw all that out the window with how vehemently he yelled at me at the thought of my getting my septum pierced (even though i never said i was yet. i said my side before i decide anything else). also making underhanded remarks of me never getting tattoos other than the one for my mom. like okay donât ask me why i donât tell you about anything or talk to you or anything. what the fuck.
#âi love you no matter whatâ and âyouâre an adult and as long as your choices make you happyâ out the window i guess.#are we too sober for those statements to apply all of a sudden?#and again i didnât even say i was getting it any time soon. i said my sister wants to take me to get my first non-ear piercing.#sheâs getting hers repierced & i want to get my side.#and then he started going off on me for it for no reason. and brought up the one tattoo i want to get for my mom.#and THEN made an off handed remark of a similar vein about dyed hair.#i hope he knows heâs literally the only reason i donât have piercings or tattoos or dyed hair or like anything that lets me look how i wanna#like deadass. i know iâm your âbaby.â but can i please actually embrace myself. i donât care if you donât like alt culture. i do.#he would shun the girls i crush on fr like oh my god.#like if he knew what i really wanted to look like i think heâd disown me. wonât even have to bring up my funky relationship with gender.#literally as soon as i start thinking i can be open with this man he pulls this shit and then asks why iâm slowly getting more distant.#like wow itâs almost like iâve been regulated and raised according to what you want and not what i want.#and you wonder why my sisters (especially my oldest who has a lot of piercings & tattoos like i want) arenât close either? isnât that wild?#how we never got much of a chance to explore this without reprimand until we were moved out? even as legal adults?#absolutely WILD correlation there i wonder if the causation lines up here pa. what the fuck.#anyway iâm gonna go now and not cry because my roommates are home but iâm gonna go sulk because iâm sick of this âïž#oh wait convenient that the showdog poem went up tonight too isnât that crazy. man calls himself out so hard lol#grace being stupid#text post#personal
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i feel so bad. i kept bothering my roommate this morning with my endless stream of random thoughts that i thought she'd find interesting or funny and she's way too nice to tell me to stop or leave her alone :((
i'm like. aware of it now (after i'm sure i've sufficiently annoyed her) but i felt like i couldn't HELP IT until after the annoyance damage was done đ„șđ
so anyway. she just left bc she had plans so i'm stewing in my guilt but i think i'm gonna get out of our place for a bit so she has some time alone bc i'm becoming more aware of how overwhelming i can be sometimes
but like, only when i get close to a person. it's hard for me to open up to ppl but once i'm close to them? nothing is off the table. i tell her grimy details about my periods and poops and i told her when i found a freckle on my labia.
so anyway. i think i need to take a deep breath and touch some grass and have some quiet time by myself outside of our place.
#some of the random thoughts:#i had a dream that i had cancer and my grandmother with dementia forgot who i was#me and my roommate's mutual friend (maybe ex-friend. idk) is really toxic and self-destructive. we've tried to help her#but she's not willing to help herself so there's not much we can do at this point :(#but anyway the random thought to accompany that unfortunate situation is that the song âmeanâ by taylor swift is really fucking appropriate#ALL YOU ARE IS MEAN AND A LIAR#AND ALONE IN LIFE#YOU HAVE POINTED OUT MY FLAWS AGAIN AS IF I DON'T ALREADY SEE THEM#your words like weapons and knives that you use against me#like it makes me wanna cry rn just thinking about it#bc the 3 of us used to be soso close and now the (ex)friend is just so. idek. she's unpleasant to be around and makes things awkward#and has a terrible attitude and is MEAN#she tried to start a rumor that another one of our friends was ''addicted to prescription pain killers''#which is entirely untrue#and also DEEPLY FUCKED UP???#bc it could've absolutely ruined her career and education#there were so many other random thoughts.#anyway. spotify play ''liability'' by lorde
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i know my roommate is probably not happy that their mom has to be here rn either but like. ugh. would rlly love to not have this woman in my apartment.
#sorry women.#like i just wanna make dinner at 11pm without feeling like someoneâs judging me/iâm keeping them awake#since for some fucking reason my roommate has their mom sleeping on the futon again instead of in their room???#like. ok. i guess thatâs not that abnormal but also like. if itâs your family and not just a friend guest why canât they stay in your room..#whatever⊠wanted to make an actual meal for once and now itâs like weirdâŠ#abby talks
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My extremely personal red flag is if youâve never lived independently.
Do not open tags itâs just a personal vent and I hit the tag limit (30) and thatâs never happened to me before ajskdlf
#like not even having to live alone I think living with roommates gets a similar enough experience#and this is a vague blog but not for someone on this site (of course)#plus it is entirely founded on deep jealousy but like#but like man. I donât wanna live with you if youâve never had to maintain your own life before! bc itâs not a magic thing that happens#Iâve been âon my ownâ for years at this point and I still struggle to keep my shit intact. maybe ur just That Good but tbh#I donât wanna live with That attitude either!#idk man. like. itâs food. itâs dishes. keeping the floors clean. the bathroom clean. making sure you donât run out of groceries or toiletry#itâs having a schedule of events around you. itâs being able to get places around you. itâs doing shit on ur own without friends#and again. Iâm being unduly harsh. lord knows theyâre better with their finances than me and that I had a spoiled ass childhood#the kind that spills into adulthood the way I refused to change my own car battery#I get that most of these things are there bc thereâs limited space and they wanna care for their family and have a nest egg before moving#and itâs impossible to be mad at them for that bc it makes too much sense to do it. Iâd do it if I got along better with my parents#idk. I feel like a shithead for not prioritizing them over other things in my life and it makes me defensive#bc I have to keep my life on track myself and at times it feels like they donât#and I got frustrated bc I was late to a meetup bc I had to cook dinner and their mom brings them dinner every other day#and again. I get it. god knows I get it. but I also feel frustrated#Iâd been considering a trip where we could see a national landmark but weâd have to drive two hours one way. and theyâre anxious driving#and like. one time their friends car was shitting itself but that friend still ended up driving. come on dude#it is spoiled kid syndrome and my personal hamartia and I could be infinitely more understanding but#I cannot fathom not going somewhere bc Iâm scared. if I want it that bad I figure it out. and sometimes itâs miserable but itâs done#and I cannot see a world where I live with someone too nervous to do things themself#urgh. I think they got into a bad wreck once when they were driving. idk. they mentioned it once in passing but I remembered them mentioning#I feel like a boomer haha.#whatâs the plan for the rest of ur life? it has to be finding someone who will take on these for you#maybe not. maybe theyâll actually grow and find ways to be a person by themself but uh. depending on a person changing is bad business#Iâm probably just a tightass. I couldnât handle a roommate on account of being a huge control freak anyway lol#itâs unrelated but Iâm sure I feel bad bc their other close friend (car shitting friend) is really good about this kind of stuff#driving them around covered food payments plus gifts vacations etc#hard not to feel like if I were more magnanimous this wouldnât be a problem. but Iâm not#and I shouldnât feel bad about it but I do? bc friend b is a total star and Iâm like. normal lol
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had to donate blood earlier today because my blood cell count was too high at my last pp appt to get my t renewed and god. why didnt anyone warn me about your arm going all hot but also cold and not hurting but definitely feeling insanely weird and uncomfortable and Bad. LITERALLY NO ONE TOLD ME SO I WASNT READY AT ALL AND I STARTED MONKEY BRAIN FREAKING OUT
#like yes i anticipated it feeling funny and uncomfy but THAT. SUUUUCCKEEEEDD.#i was only able to go like halfway before i started squirming around too much and when the guy said i could stop whenever i IMMEDIATELY#went I WANNA STOP even though i shouldnt have urrghhhhhh i was just in genuine panic mode which is a little embarassing.#my roommate was there with me to help calm me down and after the fact told me that the guy taking my blood apparently said that#having an instinctive panic response was normal because well. your brain feels all your blood sucking out and thinks FUUUCK IM BLEEDING OUT#(roommate had to tell me because i was like. writhing and whining and trying not to black out so i wasnt hearing anything LOL)#i have the lab followup appt at pp ooonnnn friday where theyll do another finger poke and i swear to god. if my blood cell count isnt low#enough for them to be able to refill my T. im gonna freeeaaaaakkkkkk#cause im already getting reeaaalll low on T so this is already cutting it close but if they have to turn me away again im fuuugggeeedddddd#and the worst part is that im probably gonna have to start regularly donating no matter what anyway =_=#on one hand yes its bound to get easier the more i do it...... thats the case with the little tiny vial blood draws ive been having to do..#but hooooly freak guys. i really wasnt prepared at all for how intense it started feeling WHICH IS DRAMATIC I KNOOOOWWWW#it wasnt helped by them apparently using a much bigger needle so i FELT it POP in and the guy went âwow i really had to force it in thereâ#or something so i was immediately off to a bad start LOL#AAAAAANYWAYS. SIGH. being on T is awesome but of course im one of the unlucky ones who starts getting way too much blood about it#so now im doomed to be stuck with needles all the time forever#mumbling
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Practice [L.H]
pairing: Logan Howlett x reader
summary: Your roommate Logan lets you practise giving a blowjob on him for your date with another guy.
warnings: smut, 18+, oral sex (f&m receiving, readerâs first time), Logan is a liittle mean but just a little and he gets softer towards the end, spitting, jerking off, Logan keeps his socks on I think itâs hot okay đđ, Logan calls reader bub, baby, good girl, pretty girl; Wade is mentioned but Iâm imagining a younger Logan than in DP&W
word count: 3.2k (this was supposed to be a drabble lol idk what happened)
âWhoâs the lucky guy?â Logan asks from the sofa as you walk past him in your pretty date outfit. Youâve got some time left before your date but you decided to get ready early in a bout of nervousness.
âThis guy Iâve been seeing,â you tell him, trying to seem nonchalant. You havenât yet mentioned to Logan that youâve been on a few dates. He spends a lot of time in his room, away from you and Wade, and he just never happened to be there to hear about your dates.
Logan mutes the tv. âWhat guy?â
âMet him online.â
âAnd heâs so good to you that you get this pretty for him?â
You smile at his indirect compliment and sit down next to him.
âYeah, heâs nice. I⊠I think we might go a step further today,â you feel your cheeks heating up, âIâm kind of nervous.â
You see his jaw clench slightly, âIf heâs a good guy he shouldnât make you nervous.â
âIâm not nervous because of him, itâs just that it would be my first time. And I donât want to be bad.â
He chuckles and leans back, âYou wonât be bad. Just make him go on top.â
Logan isnât taking your hint, so you take a deep breath to gather your courage. âWhat if he wants me to go down on him and I donât know how to do it? Will youâŠâ your voice falters as his eyes meet yours.
âWill you help me?â you stutter and Logan immediately begins to smirk. Embarrassment spreads through your body.
âHelp you how?â He asks, smug.
Itâs too late to go back now. âWell, I donât know. Like, explain how it works or.. you could show me?â you shrug.
âYou probably know better than me how to find porn online.â
âNo, I mean show me on you.ïżœïżœ Thatâs all the courage you can muster for the day and you wonder if you will even have the strength to look back into Loganâs eyes. He solves that problem for you, putting a finger under your chin and pushing it up so youâre looking at him.
âYou wanna suck my cock?â He sounds annoyed and you immediately want to die.
âIt wouldnât have to mean anything,â you look at his cheeks, his nose, anywhere but his eyes, âI just wanna know if Iâm doing it right. Itâs okay if you canât cum, I just want to practise.â
Logan scans your face for a sign of discomfort â other than your embarrassment â but he doesnât find any. His features soften, âYou really wanna go down on me, bub?â
You nod quickly, âFor practice.â
âMhm, for practice.â Heâs mocking you, but all you can do is ignore it.
A thrill shoots through your body at his next words: âCâmere then.â He spreads his legs, clothed in jeans that strain around the thickness of his delicious thighs. You can see the outline of his abs through his tank top. You canât believe this is happening â youâve had a crush on him since you saw him for the first time.
Logan beckons you between his legs and you move to sit on the carpet, its fluffiness stopping your bare knees from hurting. Your short skirt rides up your ass and you pull it down self-consciously despite what youâre about to do.
âYou sure about this, bub?â Logan asks again from above you. You gulp when you look up at him. How does he look even better from below?
âYeah,â you assure him, your panties already growing wet. You sit down and try to patiently wait for instruction but you end up squirming. When you look back up at Logan heâs got one of his eyebrows raised.
âYou donât know how to open a belt either?â
âWell, yeah but donât we have toââ your mouth starts to water when the rough clink of his belt interrupts you. Heâs all but ripping open his belt; he unbuttons his jeans and takes out his hard cock. You almost get goosebumps.
âOh,â you say.
âIf a guy likes you, he doesnât need any time to get ready. Foreplay is just to get the woman nice and wet,â Logan tells you, although youâre barely listening. All you know is that you wouldnât need the foreplay either, youâre uncomfortably wet, trying to get friction against your legs that are folded underneath you.
Logan watches you stare at his erection, âTake your top off. I like seeing your pretty face but thatâll make it an even nicer view.â
âBut Iâm not wearing anything underneath,â you thumb at the thin straps of your top.
He smirks, âeven better.â He reaches down to pull the top up by your waist but then hesitates.
You nod but Logan rolls his eyes. âUse your words.â
âYou can take it off,â you say but you nevertheless put your arms in front of your tits when he pulls your top over your head.Â
Logan chuckles, âBaby, Iâve been dying to see your tits since I first met you. You really think you gotta hide?â The nickname makes you melt and your arms immediately drop to your sides.Â
You sit up straighter as Logan lets out a low moan, âGod, look at you. So fucking perfect.â He reaches out to grope your tits almost clumsily. His cock bobs in front of you as he leans down to touch you and you feel yourself getting addicted to him already. You just want to start.
With a last rough squeeze of your tit, Logan leans back. âWet your lips,â he instructs. You lick your lips.
âWetter,â he says, and your eyebrows crease in confusion as you lick your lips again.
Logan huffs, spits into his hand, and smears his spit over your mouth, âThere. Donât you look fucking pretty like this.â You just about purr against his hand and then push against it with your cheek.
You place your hands on either of his knees and lean in to kiss the tip of his cock, all swollen and ready. You immediately feel the urge to go further but your shyness takes over, so you keep pressing wet kisses to his length.
âGod,â Logan groans, leaning his head back in pleasure as you keep kissing, and you start to use some more spit.
âLook at you, donât even need me to tell you what to do,â he pulls his arms behind his head smugly, like an asshole, and you smile, getting shy again. You kiss along the underside of his cock some more, getting more desperate with every second.
âWhat now?â You ask.Â
Logan softly smiles at you for a second, pulling his jeans and boxers further down his thighs. You pull them off completely as he pulls off his top. Heâs naked in front of you now, except for his socks, and you take a second to appreciate all the broadness and his muscles. The hair from his chest all the way over his abs and down to his cock is begging for you to kiss every inch of it but you force yourself to focus.
Logan takes his cock in his hand to lift it out of the way, and slowly starts to jerk off. His eyes go to you and then to his balls, and you get what he wants you to do. Still, he gives you one word: âLick.â
You move forward, inhaling all his manly smell, instinctively going to press another wet kiss to his cock. You let spit pool in your mouth and begin to lick all over his balls, feeling the heaviness of them on your tongue.
âTake as much as you can, baby,â he rasps, continuing to jerk off. You almost slap his hand away â you want to be the one making him feel good â but you stop yourself.
You do as he tells you, opening your mouth to cover as much of him as you can, the warmth of his balls against your tongue making you drool.
âYeah, baby, juuust like that. Thatâs a good girl,â he breathes heavily.
Your pussy clenches around nothing at his words, and you have to take a deep breath to focus on anything but the wet ache between your thighs.
His balls move against your tongue from his jerking off, and you gently suck on the skin, moving around a few inches every few seconds. But the movement from his hand on his cock is becoming distracting and, without thinking, you instinctively push his hand away.Â
He stills and then smiles, lifting his hand away. He lightly leans his elbows on the back of the sofa to the sides of him.Â
âYou can start sucking my cock now if youâre ready, baby. Been doing such a good job.â
âI donât know if I can take all of it,â you pout. Even just imagining his dick down your throat feels too much, though not in a bad way. Heâs just so fucking big.Â
âJust take as much as you can. I bet you can take more of me than you think.â
His words motivate you. You go up slightly on your knees, carefully wrapping your hand around his cock. You spit on it, letting it slowly slide down the sides as you begin to spread it with your hand.Â
Logan huffs out a laugh from above you, âSo adorable. You donât need to be so careful. Here, do it like this.â He wraps his much bigger hand around yours and he starts to jerk off with your hand, showing you how rough you can be as he starts to fuck your fist.Â
You clear your throat, âCan I use my mouth now?â
He bites his lip, âReady when you are, baby. Just breathe through your nose and relax.â Oh, youâre relaxed. Being between Loganâs meaty thighs is the best youâve felt in your life.Â
You press another kiss to the tip of his cock and part your lips to take him in your mouth. The first second you feel the heaviness of his cock on your tongue is like heaven. Logan lets out a low moan and you look up to find his eyes already on your face. He looks like a god from below, his muscles starting to glisten with a thin layer of sweat.
Opening your mouth wider, you take more of him. You start to jerk him off where your mouth canât reach but you do your best to go as deep as you can, moving up and down with your wet mouth.
The feeling of Loganâs cock in your mouth is addicting, and the quiet sounds he is making even more so.Â
âDoinâ so good for me, baby,â he whispers, voice weak. You look up into his eyes as you suck his dick, spit starting to run down your hand, and a smirk spreads on Loganâs face.
âSuch a pretty girl,â he leans his head back.
Your jaw is starting to strain because heâs so big but you never want to stop doing this. You swallow down the taste of his precum and canât wait to actually make him come. Heâs starting to pulse in your mouth, abs contracting with every time your tongue moves.
Youâre wondering how much longâ
âYâgonna make me come, baby. Gonna come so hard,â Logan moans, and you figure heâs warning you but you want nothing more than his cum in your mouth.
You put in all the effort you can, sucking Loganâs cock further down your throat, cheeks hollowing. You start to feel him at the back of your throat, spit spilling from your lips.
Logan groans, and then heâs filling up your mouth, pumping his cum down your throat as you eagerly swallow. You look up at him through your lashes, taking in his face, his eyes shut and mouth hanging open in pleasure as a long, almost pathetic, groan comes out.
Heâs coming longer than youâd expect, coming in your mouth in sticky ropes, a hand guiding the back of your head. You still pout when heâs finally drained and he slowly pulls his hips back.
Logan sighs a last breath of pleasure and holds his hand in front of your mouth. âWhat?â you ask.
âSpit.â
âUh, I swallowed,â you say.
âReally?â
You stick out your tongue for Logan to see your empty mouth.
He smirks. âGod,â he huffs, âso fucking perfect. Câmere.â He pulls you up to the sofa and sits you on his lap, your bare chest against his. Logan pushes his mouth against yours, kissing you like heâs filled with a new desire, as if you didnât just make him come.
You donât get to kiss him for very long though, because he pulls you to lie down on the sofa, turning so your legs are spread around him.
ââm gonna show you what itâs supposed to feel like for someone to eat your pussy. Just so you know your date is doinâ it right, âkay?â
What date? You almost ask. You remember for a second but then, looking at him, all of your thoughts are replaced with Logan again. âYes,â you nod hornily, âPlease.â
âThere you go, got you even saying please now. You want it that bad, huh?â
All you can do is nod as he pulls down your skirt and panties. He almost goes cross-eyed when he sees your pussy for the first time.
âGod, baby, you coulda said something. Such an eager little thing. You got that wet from having my cock in your mouth, hm? Gonna make you come so good, yeah?â
You nod again and he bends down to press another sloppy kiss to your lips, kissing down your neck and stopping at your chest, âCanât get enough of these,â he plays with your tits, desperately grabbing at them like a man seeing a woman naked for the first time.
He smiles up at you when he realises how much time heâs spent at your chest, pressing a last kiss to your sternum before placing one of his big hands on your tit and kissing further down. You assume heâs going to stop before he gets to your pussy, just to tease you, but he kisses all the way down from your belly button to your clit, starting to make out with your pussy.
âLogan,â you moan, your hand flying to his hand on one of your boobs.
âFeel good?â He asks, and you almost faint when you look at his head pushed between your thighs. He looks exactly right, as if this is where he was meant to be the entire time.
âMhmm.â
He chuckles against your pussy, tongue darting out to play with your clit. The ache between your legs starts to get worse with him there, and you feel your pussy clenching around nothing.
Logan smirks and pushes your thighs further apart with a rough hand. He starts to gently rub your clit, and youâve finally got the friction youâve been needing this entire time. Youâre already close.Â
You let out an involuntary moan as he pushes his thick middle finger inside you, and you grip his hand on your tit harder, and he squeezes you there, lovingly.Â
âI got you, baby,â he says into your pussy before starting to fuck you with his finger, pushing another one in as he begins to rub a sweet little spot inside that you can never reach yourself.Â
He leans in to start licking your clit again, circling it with his tongue and, ever so slightly, beginning to suck.Â
Youâre so close, the waves of pleasure almost, just almost, flooding over you. You squirm, your knees pushing together, held open by his broad shoulders.Â
Logan sucks harder, fingers fucking into you with your clit pulsing against his tongue.Â
It only takes a few more seconds of Loganâs mouth on your pussy for you to come. Pleasure explodes within you and floods your entire body as you arch your back, pushing further into him and his wet mouth and thick fingers.
Logan doesnât stop until youâre satisfied and your legs go numb around him.
He grins at you, biting his lip to stop his smile from spreading too far, and he presses a kiss to the middle of your belly, squeezing your tit gently before letting go. You feel cold without him there.
With your legs still around him, you instinctively pull him in and he lies down next to you on the sofa, gently caging you against the back of it to give you the more comfortable side as he balances on the edge.
âYou wanna know how good you taste?â Logan asks, not waiting for an answer before he kisses you. You slide your hand behind his neck to pull him in, tasting yourself on his tongue.
He stops kissing you. âSo.. you still going on your date?â
You feel your cheeks getting hot, âWhat if I told youuuâŠâ you twirl a strand of Loganâs hair thatâs hanging over his forehead, âthat there never was a date. Or a guy.â
Logan breaks out in a smile, âYou were too shy to ask me to fuck you so you made up an entire person?â
You hear the key turning in the lock in that moment, and even though youâll be covered by the back of the sofa Logan shields you with his hands as best as he can, reaching for your clothes.
Wade comes in and you immediately sit up, holding Loganâs hand and forearm to your tits to cover them.
âGuess what happened?â you squeal at Wade.
Wadeâs eyes go over to you and then to Logan, and he drops his bags of grocery shopping to jump up and down, âWas it my plan? I told you my plan would work!â
You grin, âIt was your plan.â
Logan looks between you and Wade, rolling his eyes but heâs unable to hide a smile.
âIt was a good plan, right? I told her she could just ask you out but she was too shy so I told her to make up a guy sheâs dating,â Wade explains.
âAlright,â Logan laughs quietly, âNow fuck off so I can fuck my girl again.â
Wadeâs eyes go wide and he says what youâre thinking, âMy girl? Iâd faint if he called me that. You owe me,â he points at you.
You blow a kiss at Wade and he pretends to catch it, pressing it to his lap. You roll your eyes and smile, waving at him, âYou heard him, weâve got stuff to do.â
The almost animalistic smirk Logan gives you when Wade is gone should scare you, but it only makes you want him more. He picks you up in his arms, carrying you to his room. You canât wait for whatâs to come.
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idk if youâre taking any requests and if you arenât feel free to ignore this lol
but if you are would you write reader smothering Logan in kisses after she put on red lipstick leaving him covered in red kiss marks (maybe he has somewhere to be so he wipes them off but doesnât realize he missed one till he gets called out on it)
ohh anon I love this!! đđ I canât imagine him being like âalright, alreadyâ but secretly like đ„° on the inside (and ahh the thought of âreluctantlyâ letting you leave a little kiss mark on him when youâre all going out because he heals too fast to leave a hickey!)
â your kiss is on my list
logan howlett x f!reader | 400 words
Heâs good at pretending.
You catch him coming back from work just as youâre heading out. Tucked away in the stairway as you giggle, finding a hidden corner as you press your mouth against his.
No more than a stolen moment. Hands fisted in your jacket as you pepper kisses against his chin, the scruff of his facial hair. The side of his neck, just below the ear.
âCareful, sweetheart,â He coaxes, âYou look gorgeous, donât wanna mess up that lipstick of yours.â
Though he wants nothing more than to pull you closer. To whisk you away back upstairs - but he knows youâve been talking about your night out with the girls all week.
And maybe heâs not ready to share you yet.
When you pull back youâre smiling, âMm, I wouldnât mind that. You coming over tonight?â
His hand cups your jaw, thumb rubbing under your lip to fix the slight smear, âWas already planning on it.â
Itâs another minute before youâre through kissing him goodbye. His fingers lingering on his lips, as you disappear down the stairs.
If it was later, he wouldnât mind getting a little marked up. Something that would stay against his skin, lingering until morning. Scattered across his chest, his stomach. A pretty red ring around his-
A sharp breath, as he clears his head. If he doesnât get it together heâll be tempted to go after you, and end your night a little early.
His hand scrubs across his mouth, wiping away the trace of you. The heel of his palm scraping across chin and jaw as he opens the apartment door.
Wadeâs eyes flick his way as he enters, before heâs grinning in a way that makes his scowl deepen. Legs swinging as he jumps off the couch - coming over to brace himself on the counter, while Logan ducks down to peer in the fridge.
âOh my god, you little liar. I knew you were hiding something from me, youâve been way too chipper lately.â His roommate chirps, âWhen you bringing her over?â
âWho?â Logan barks defensively, tugging a beer free.
âOh, I dunno,â Wade drawls - reaching out to poke a spot on his neck, âWhoever gave you that little masterpiece right there.â
Logan smacks his hand away with a growl. Fingers rubbing at his skin, seeing how they come back red. He sighs.
Fuck.
thank you again, anon! đ hope you liked this!
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not rascal's deadbeat owner coming around when im not home and telling my roommate she's taking him for a week (our break is 4 weeks or so, implying he's gonna be back here even though That's Her Cat Not Ours) and then just picking up the new toys i bought for him and taking them with her without even asking. hey. hi. those are mine
#like yes i want rascal to use them so he can be happy and fulfilled but also i dont fucking trust you#she didnt even ask. i wasnt even AROUND and she just yoinked them#she also took the new litter box my roomie got for him bc the old one was so caked in shit that 20 mins in a powerful sink didnt even#change it. like bedrock-hard cat shit. who fucking knows how old that was bc they never clean or empty it. fucks sake#and obv he needs a litter box and my roomie threw the old one away bc again it was Unsalvageably And Hazardously Filthy#like we could get sick he could get sick. get a grip#but like i dont wanna be feeding her replacements for her stuff she doesn't take care of over and over#just burning money trying to make rascal's life a Little better bc again our control over his situation is limited bc hes literally her cat#it's so frustrating. like i waited a full month to get him new toys bc i didn't know how long this situation was gonna last and i dont have#cats and cant have them for a while (not that this is stopping me oops) so it's not like the toys'll be used w me#like if she decided to up and drop him at a shelter like she'd planned less than a couple months ago I'd be sittjng in a pile of cat stuff#but he needs more stuff yknow. theyre not providing for him and i have the means to atm. and just when i bite the bullet and surprise him#with a bunch of new things he was SO excited about she swoops in without warning and takes him#god. my roommate told me he just froze up when his owner came in..and he looked so pissed about it#having to go back and leave us and leave all his fun new stuff to go back to the room where they cant even bother to feed him regularly#much less play with him or take care of him#it's heartbreaking. it's such a delicate situation im trying to move carefully so we don't lose him completely but it's so frustrating going#slow. ughhghhgh AND THEYRE ALWAYS LIKE man he's so much nicer to y'all. MAYBE IT'S BC WE TREAT HIM WELL. CRAZY THOUGHT I KNOW#fucking. i love that little man this sucks for him so bad. trying to get him back for a couple days while im here but no response yet#and my roommate's staying on campus over break so she's gonna show up as soon as that week's over like I'm Here For Rascal. Your Time Is Up.#rauguhhhhh sorry if these rascal vent posts are a downer guys. it's just. god dude. fucking hell#i know this is a stupid situation i have gotten myself into i know it's stupid to try and finagle someone's pet from them BUT SHES ABUSIVE#AND SUPER LIKE. INDIFFERENT?? AND APATHETIC ABOUT WHETHER OR NOT THE PPL SHE DUMPS HIM ON CARE FOR HIM WELL OR NOT. AGH#sighhhh. whatever. gotta focus on tmr's exam and then i can complain about rascal some more.#i get she prolly thinks it's a team effort but the only reason we take her stuff is bc we didn't have a cat and werent planning on it#ggggghhzgzzjzjkkzkzkkzkk. grinding my teeth
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someone ever starts telling you about a very long dream of theirs unprompted while you're on your way out the door and it's not even a very special one its simply the one they just had and you can't just walk off cause that'd be rude but also you couldn't care less about that dream like god come on let me leave
#roommates beloved :''''''')#like. sometimes i dont mind ok#but i high key dont wanna hear about your nct jisung tom holland dream rn i am so sorry i really am#committed the crime of stopping me from leaving while i wanted to AND the dream being incredibly boring andnsnnsksmw#anygays i dreamt some very fucked up brutal shit again#the struggle of husbert
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hi!!! i have a request for roommate!spencer where he's injured during a case and reader show up at the hospital because she's his emergency contact but the team is really confused wondering who's this stranger fussing over spencer. hope you like it, love you!
thank you for requesting honey!! love you<3 fem!reader
âClose your eyes,â you command, voice all blown up and grand, already smiling. âClose your eyes, Spencer.âÂ
âNo.â He squints groggily. âWhat are you doing?âÂ
âClose your eyes.âÂ
âNo, Y/N, what are you doing?â he asks.Â
You shake your spray bottle at him. He sighs a long-suffering sigh and finally admits defeat, his tired eyes shuttering closed all too easily. You rest your knee on the side of his bed and hear the metal squeaking at your added weight, your hand gentle as you cover his forehead. âYou have greasy hair,â you say sympathetically. âThis is gonna feel much nicer.âÂ
You blast him with dry shampoo, his brown hair turning white with powder. You drop the can in his lap and set about rubbing the powder into his hair until the grease is soaked up, and his hair feels less miserably lank.Â
âWhen are they gonna let you shower again?â you ask quietly.Â
Youâre still touching his hair. More for him than you, you hope he feels comforted, but mostly you just wanna affirm to yourself that heâs all in one bruised piece. Your heart still aches as much as it did when you got the phone call in the first place âSpencer Reidâs next of kin?Â
You suppose thatâs you.Â
âI donât know.âÂ
You take his hair back into his current parting. âWell, letâs hope itâs soon. How are you liking the sponge baths? Are they awful?âÂ
âHumiliating.âÂ
Just outside of Spencerâs hospital room, Hotch and JJ stand together with a bag of essentials. Theyâd drawn to a sudden stop when they realised Spencer had company. âWho is that?â she asks.Â
Hotch, used to knowing everything, frowns very deeply. He doesnât know who you are, but from the way youâre touching Spencerâs hair and face, he should.Â
JJ sounds a little put out. âShe doesnât work here.âÂ
âNo, I donât think so,â Hotch says. His frown lightens as you laugh and scratch Spencerâs hair back behind his ears.Â
âIs it unkind of me to think he didnât have any friends?â JJ asks.Â
Hotch knows Spencer has friends. Heâs summoned Spencer from chess games and fan clubs, picking him up occasionally on the way to the office on cafe sidewalks as he waved goodbye to a glasses-wearing bibliophile, often in coats too big for them or with hair in need of a trim. Spencer attracts the unconventional because he, as anybody in this line of work tends to be, is inordinary. So JJ probably is being unkind, but Hotch knows what she means.Â
You look completely regular. You settle on one thigh on his bed while the other keeps you up and put your hand on his chest, chatting breezy words they canât hear through the glass.
Spencer curls into you slowly.Â
âYouâll be home soon,â you say, rubbing his shoulder, âdonât worry.âÂ
Hotchâs eyebrows rise of their own accord. He and JJ excuse themselves for coffee before theyâre spotted, and when they return, youâre gone. âSpence, who was that girl?â JJ asks. Hotch notes the slightest line of jealousy tugging under her curiosity.Â
He sounds as though he could use some more pain medication, and a good night's sleep, but heâs proud as he says, âThatâs my roommate. I told you about her.âÂ
âAh, your roommate,â Hotch says.Â
âWhatâs that mean?â Spencer asks.Â
âNothing, Spencer,â Hotch says, using the young manâs first name in a rare show of affection. âThatâs just an irregular word for it. I havenât heard it in a while.âÂ
JJ laughs. Spencer hides his face with both hands, a smudge of lip balm on his hand shining under the stark hospital fluorescents. âIâm too tired,â he complains.Â
Hotch hadnât seen you kiss him, but he can imagine how it might have happened, how youâd leaned in for a kiss on the cheek goodbye and Spencer overwhelmed himself thinking about it. Or maybe itâs just an innocuous smudge. Maybe itâs nothing at all.Â
âWe live together,â Spencer mumbles. âI couldnât afford to live by myself at first, itâs D.C.âÂ
âAnd now?â Hotch asks. He knows Spencer is on good enough money to afford an apartment by himself these days, a big one. He has no dependents.Â
âDidnât seem fair⊠Sheâs nice. Sheâs, like, my best friend.âÂ
âDonât let Morgan hear you say that,â JJ laughs.Â
Hotch isnât sure she gets it, but he does. âWell, you can ask her to come back. We have work to do.âÂ
Spencer pretends heâs hesitant to pick up the phone. Your reply is an immediate beep. Hotch knows a good friend when he sees one.Â
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đđźđđđđ§đ„đČ, đ đđđ đ đđđ„đđ§đđąđ§đ | satoru gojĆ
đđČđ§đšđ©đŹđąđŹ: Going on a date with the guy who broke your heart is something youâd never thought would happen â especially on Valentineâs Day! But itâs just for him to be in your good graces again, nothing moreâŠYeah, go ahead and tell yourself that.
đđšđ§đđđ§đđŹ: Gojo x fem/afab! reader - explicit content; minors DNI - modern + college AU - frenemies to lovers + mutual pining + confessions - Gojo and reader are at least age 20 - going on a date - sex in a public space; hotel room - breast fondling + sucking + nipple play - fingering (f! receiving) - oral (f! receiving) - clitoral play (sucking and swiping) - missionary position - unprotected sex (psa: wrap it up or get tf up + Gojo doesn't shoot inside) - pet names (baby, cutie pretty, princess, sweetie) - angst + fluff - cameos: Shoko, Mei Mei, Utahime, Geto, Nanami - mentions of tears and spit - humor bc I'm [not] funny.
đđšđ«đ đđšđźđ§đ: 10.3k (going out with a bang, jfc)
đđźđđĄđšđ«'đŹ đđšđđ: final part to this short yet fun story !! tysm for the love you've given this series, it was a random idea that came to me last year and I'm so glad I was able to put more thought into it. all y'all's comments and rbs have been entertaining to read thru, love the support and engagement this story sparked with you, and I thank you sm for sticking around ccc: also!!! ty for 5.9k loveliessss mwah mwah~
and lol, yes, the title is based on the laufey song, hehe~
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âSorry, Satoru, Y/n doesnât wanna see you right now â like, at all.â
âOh, Gojo. Sorry, Y/nâs in no mood to talk to you right now. Said you better not make so much as a step past this door. Because if you do, Iâll have to charge your savings.â
âHmph, you got some nerve, Gojo! Didnât you hear from Mei Mei earlier? Y/n doesn't wanna talk to youâŠWhat the hell did you do this time?â
You could hear your roommates telling off the person showing up at the front door from your door. Before, theyâd come to you and ask if you wish to give this person an audience for your presence. Yet you say the same thing: youâre not ready to converse with them. Youâll probably never want to talk with them again.Â
Itâs been like this for the past week. Ever since the little fiasco between you and Gojo â not to mention you slapping him across the face for his upsetting words â things between the two of you have been quiet as promised. The very last words you ever told him were to never speak to you again after publicly humiliating yourself by crying in front of him.
Outside of being the talk in everyoneâs mouth (I mean, who wouldnât gossip about one person slapping another after walking into them saying some mean shit about the other), youâve been worried about by your friends ever since the incident. Your direct senior roommate, Utahime, was the first one to see you crying to yourself after coming home from classes and immediately called up Gojo to rip him a new one for making her junior roomie cry. Shoko was the passive one who listened to both sides yet still put your emotional state above anything else, telling Gojo white lies that you werenât in your dorm room whenever heâd try to visit. And Mei Mei walked with you to your classes throughout the week in case the tall figure tried looking for you.
But it didnât stop there. After that day, your Contemporary Issues course with Professor Naga was sheer awkwardness. The silent tension between you and Gojo was so thick that it effortlessly suffocated your peers and made it hard to concentrate â especially for the professor and your friends, Ijichi and Haibara. Outside of the class, you did your part in avoiding Gojo, and the same applies to the lectures you shared with him. No words, no greeting â not even a mere glance â were shared in his direction. It was as if your life mission was to avoid him at all costs.
However, this is Satoru Gojo weâre talking about. Although he respected your no-talking rule in the premise of lectures, heâd still try to get your attention once class was over. And even then, youâd bolt to the door to not give him the chance. Heâd follow right behind you and have to maintain a respectable distance when Mei Mei was the light lavender eyes behind your back.
But what the hell did he expect? What he said hurt you to your core, so there was no way youâd want to speak with him again. He deserved that slap! The sting you inflicted on his face for a few minutes was nothing compared to the torment of your heart thatâs been aching for a long while now. You canât even look at Gojo after what had transpired. The pain he caused has been with you for a while, yet it still felt new and fresh to reflect on.Â
And yetâŠyour mind still canât help but agonize you even more. Do you think it was easy to not engage with Gojo this entire time? Oh, it was the worst, both for your soul and mind. The memories of his smile and dimples would come up every often, pooling you deeper into your dread. The routine of him speaking to you with whispers when it was just the two of you â like he didnât want others to find you in the comfort of each otherâs presence â like it was sacred. And the way he said your name. It toyed with your heart whenever youâd reminisce it.Â
âY/n!â
Especially after how much has changed in your relationship with him, you really thought things between you and him were going for the better. Or, to be honest, becoming something a lot closer and personal. Something you grew to want with him as the daysâ encounters and nightly calls went by.Â
âY/n...â
But you were wrong, lecturing yourself for being so dumb and naive for wanting such a thing. Amid the fun, you had forgotten what you two were and believed that you could change from that. Change with him. And yet here you are, broken-hearted, barely concentrating on your Word document on your laptop.Â
âHey, Y/n,â your brow twitched with the snap of reality, Utahime opening the door after knocking. âItâs the front door again; itâsââ
âGRRRAAAHHHHHHHHH!!âÂ
You were never one to shout within your apartment â Utahimeâs eyes widened at the sudden shout of vexation. You stood up from your desk and walked past her, marching through the hallway. Mei Mei peeks from her shared room, and Shoko pours coffee in the kitchen. All three of your roommates observe you stomping to the door.
You swung the apartment door open with vigor, âI SWEAR TO CHRIST, GOJO, WHAT PART OF âDONâT EVER TALK TO MEâ DO YOU NOT UNDERSTââŠGeto?â
âOh, hey there, Y/n. I was worried about you.â You were surprised to open the door and not find the unusual silver hair you expected. Instead, it was Suguru Geto, Gojoâs dark-haired direct roommate, rubbing his cold hands together that werenât covered with his black windbreaker. Next to him was Kento Nanami, standing silently in his sand-colored trench coat.
âHey, guys,â knowing they arenât who you thought it would be, your shoulders relaxed with your tone. âWhatâs up?â
âWell,â Geto sighs heavily before telling anything. âWe wouldnât be here for a reason. And, after hearing what happened between you and you-know-who, I think you can guess why we're here, too.â
And then it hits â the realization of how these twoâs abrupt appearance came to be. ââŠHe asked you two to come and talk to me for him.âÂ
The two roommates look at each other for a second, and then Geto points behind him with his thumb to the stairwell door. You follow his finger, seeing the person youâre talking about watching you from the door window. You try not to contort your face into an ugly, exasperated expression in front of the other boys. So, you settle for a sigh to alleviate the stress growing inside you.
âUgh. What is it.â You ask Geto with an attitude that wasnât easily sheathed.
âHonestly, all I know is that he really â like, really â wants to talk to you.â
âWell, I donât want to talk to him. So there,â you shake your head and backtrack past the threshold of your door. âSorry you two came here for no reason, but I canâtââ
ââWait!â Geto cuts you off and brings a hand on the door to stop you from closing it. You caught the intervention, widening the door again. Geto explains himself. âLook, I donât know what happened between youâwell, no, sorry. I get that Satoru said some things that hurt you last week. Believe me: I already lectured him hell and back for it when Shoko told me you came home crying, and you have every right to be mad at him right nowâŠButââ
âDid he tell you what he said to me?â
âHâNo, he didnât,â your brow quirked at that response. He didnât? âAll he told me when I confronted him was that he messed up real bad and crossed a line.âÂ
âA line?â You enunciated after him. âThatâs cute...Geto, he wonât tell you what he said because I caught him saying those things. That scumbag,â you averted your gaze to the door window, seeing Gojo gulp at your fierce eyes. ââknows what he said. And he knows that I told him I want nothing to do with him for that.â
Nanami was quiet throughout the entire thing, so it took you aback when he spoke. âAnd Iâm on your side in that regard. Youâre right, he is a scumbag; tactless, crude, borderline annoyingââ
âJust borderline?â Geto points the word out to lighten the mood.
âAnd the type of person to get on someoneâs nerves purposely. And with that, I donât blame you for cutting him off. If anything, itâs what he deserves, if not more.â
You knew there was more to say beyond that. âAnd yetâŠ"
âAnd yet,â Nanami picks it up. ââŠIâd be lying if I said that guy doesnât know when heâs at fault. He can be prideful and childishly playful â albeit disrespectful to anyone he thinks doesnât deserve it. However, heâs not emotionless, and if he is disrespectful to his friends, he knows when heâs in the wrong.â
âAnd take it from me, Y/n.â Geto comes in with the assist now that things are a bit calm. âFucking asshat will take days to apologize to me for something stupid, and thatâs if he feels like giving me one. But even if he doesnât, I know he cares about me like any best friendâŠLike he cares about you.â
You had to fight the urge to roll your eyes, so you close them and shake your head. âHe doesnât careââ
âYes, he does.â Nanami doesnât let you finish that sentence. âLike I said: Gojo is many things, but heâs not an emotionless moron. Because I can tell that whatever he said distraught you to your core and made him feel bad about it â pathetically so.â
ââŠHow do you know?â You donât know why you asked that question; why the fuck should you care? The fucker in question is the one that broke your heart behind your back, so why bother?
âBecause when he came home that day, Geto pulled him by the shirt, threw him against the wall, and yelled at him like no tomorrow. And he just stood there, letting Geto give him his rightful lashing. He even told him he didnât deserve you as a friend, which I agreed with. But then Gojo said something after thatâŠâ
Again, this isnât something you should be caring about. So why are you turning to Geto to ask, ââŠWhat did he say?â
âHe said I was right, that he definitely didnât deserve you.â Before the raven-haired boy answered, he exhaled through his nostrils. âAnd that what he said about you was, by far, the dumbest thing heâs ever done, which is saying a lot.â
âA whole lot.â The blond-haired boy jumped in. âY/n, donât take this as me vouching for him. But, if you could have seen the look on his face when he said that,â he nods when you shake your head ânoâ again. âYou would feel the guilt and shame pouring from him. It was pathetic to look at â pathetic for him to express. But it was real.â
And you know itâs the truth â not because it came from Nanami, but because you could picture the scene as if you were there. You could just imagine Gojoâs face, a dangerous move as your heart skipped with a twinge. You imagine the emotions he was expressing, your skin crawling thinking about his blue eyes â usually filled with life and light â appearing so broken and devoid of animation.Â
âHe does care about you â thereâs no mistake about it. You two have been friends since freshmen year; heâd be an idiot to let those years go down the drain because of him. And thatâs why we went along with coming here in his stead and asking you to talk to him.â You open your mouth, but Geto isnât finished. âPlease, Y/n. Youâre the mature one, but you donât have to act strong on this one. I can only assume, of course, but Iâm sure you want this handled, too.â
He wasnât wrong, yet at the same time, you couldnât shake the heavy feeling that was weighing you down.Â
âIâŠI donât want to speak with him.â The two guys didnât change their facial expressions. âNot now, at least...I donât want to see his face right now.â
âThen how about a phone call later tonight?â Nanami proposed. âYou two can talk it out with each other after you guys think about what to say to each other. You can even have the call while weâre sleeping so you can have privacy.â
âEhhh, but Iâm nosy.â Geto teases his sophomore roommate, making the younger blonde huff.Â
âNot tonight, you are. Plus, you got a project to present tomorrow, so you need sleep.â
âFair, fairâŠBut seriously, Y/n, you should talk with him. If not for him, then for us, for Shoko, Utahime, Mei Mei, all of us. We donât want you upset about what this idiot did this time. So, one talk should be okay, right?â
It should be okay. Keyword: should. However, the anxiety that you harbor within your limbs tells you otherwise. The pool in your stomach churning into a state you find uncomfortable to fight against.Â
But concurrently, you couldnât lie to yourself; a piece was missing in all of this. The resolution was needed â there had to be a way to see the entire picture in this matter. Otherwise, youâd be walking around campus mad at the person behind a door examining your reactions for the entire semester â no, the whole next year! You knew you didnât have the mental capacity to deal with that. You can barely go through it right now. So, might as well get this off the table before it worsensâŠAt least, thatâs what you say to rationalize.
ââŠOkay,â you straightened your posture. âThe girls have morning classes tomorrow. Tell him to call me at midnight.âÂ
Your answer sealed the deal, the two males dismissing themselves before you closed the apartment door. Your roommates peered around the corner once they heard the door lock, coming to ask if you were all right. You molded a faux smile and said you were fine, and yet you couldnât tell if that was a lie to them or yourself.Â
From there, the time felt so long to witness and experience throughout the day, watching one hour pass after the other. The sun had never settled under the horizon so slowly before, taking its time to draw the curtains of darkness over the Earth. And yet the time went fast simultaneously â the minutes spooked you every time you looked at the clock.Â
Was this the universeâs way of toying with you for agreeing to talk to Satoru Gojo? It had to be. Your stomach doing somersaults didnât help either; you could barely get through eating dinner because the dreaded talk bound to happen in a few hours was all your mind could think about.Â
And then, when everyone was fast asleep ten minutes before midnight, your nerves couldnât settle down. Five minutes before, you decided to take yourself and the phone to the bathroom (because the fan would be loud enough to tune out your conversation), needing the tiny space to yourself to pace back and forth and not to disturb Utahime snoring away. One minute before, you were sitting on top of the toilet, watching the seconds go by on your phone, praying that he wouldnât call on the dot. He wouldnât buzz you at the immediate stroke of twelve, right? He had to be doing something â anything else â hoping heâd spare you another minute if he could.
BZZZR!! BZZZR!!
However, that wasnât the case. He called you right on the dot, and your heart jumped at the vibration from your phone. His display name was titled âdo not answer this jerk,â a change you made the day after the incident. Yet here you are, in the bathroom, and your thumb shaking over the green button.Â
It wasnât until the sixth vibration that you pressed the button with a sharp inhale, bringing the phone to your ear with haste. The silence was in the air for a couple of seconds, worsening your anxiousness. Untilâ
ââŠHey.â He was the first to say something, thank God.
âHiâŠ..Where are you?â
âOutside my apartment, sitting on the stairwell...You?â
âIn the bathroom.â
âYou sitting on the toilet?â
You know what he was doing, making the conversation easier before getting to the hard stuff. Nonetheless, you admit it was working while your nervous state gradually deteriorated. ââŠAnd what if I am?â
âThen Iâd sayâŠ.Heh, actually, no. I canât make that joke right now. Not when weâre like this.â
âMmm, like thisâŠâ You hummed, the awkward tension filling the silence once again. ââŠ.Look, Gojoââ
âBefore you say anything,â he cut you off, but you allowed it. âI have a lot I wanna say to you, and I want to get them out the way before I forget and never get the chance to say them to youâŠCan I say them?â
Your brows scrunched together, your free hand drawing reassuring circles on your thigh, and your teeth gnawing on your bottom lip. ââŠGo ahead.â
âOkayâŠSo, first off,â you held your breath to brace yourself. âWhat I said about you on that day â Iâm not gonna sit here and say I didnât mean those things when I said them because I did. But NOT in the way youâre thinking.â
âThen what way did you mean them, Gojo?â
âI meant them in the implication that I was trying to protect what you and I had.â Had? âOur relationship was being questioned, some girl was asking about us andâŠI know you werenât ready to have our business out in the world yet, so I thoughtâŠ.I just said what was believable with how everyone sees us since weâre always butting heads and shit. So, I said and meant those things to protect us in the heat of the moment. And thenâŠI guess I got carried away.âÂ
âYou guess you got carried away?â You repeated, your anxiousness now substituting for subtle anger. ââŠJust a little person angry at the world around them? So exhausting to deal with someone so boring and uncute as me?â
âHoly fuck, you remember it allââ
âOf course I did!â How could you not!? âAnd then â hmph, now this one Iâll never forget â âIâve seen prettier, been with better, I feel sorry for the poor bastard who does end up with themââŠâ Your emotions were a mix of offense and pain, irritation and misery. Despite that, your voice maintained a calm tone, even if you wanted to do nothing but yell at the screen. Yet that wouldnât solve this. âGojo, the fact that I know all of that, verbatim, and have refused to talk, think, touch, or even look at you since themâŠTo say you got carried away is justâŠlike, holy fuck. Who the hell were you?âÂ
He didnât say anything for a minute, but you couldnât blame him. Being hit with his own words like that, any moral human being would stop and let that shit simmer into their skin.Â
ââŠIâm sorry,â you wanted to call bullshit so bad, but not after he followed up with this. âReally. Iâm soâŠso fucking sorry, Y/n. I know that shit wasnât cool, and, to be honest, I expected more than one slap for that. I only meant it to save you the burden of gossip; believe me when I say that.â
âIâahemâŠâ Nope, you were not going to do this. Not tonight. âI want to believe you, Gojo. But I justâŠI canât; it hurts my head thinking about it.â
âI knowâŠI did that to you, and Iâm so fucking sorry. My foot was too far up my mouth when I said all that, just one useless thing after anotherâŠ.And you know whatâs crazy? I think my conscience knew me spouting shit wasnât the right call. I mean, I literally walked with you to the class that day; what kind of friend does that and say shit like that afterward? And when I saw youâŠ.the way you looked soâŠdistant? Just like that, everything that we had was just gone. I couldnât see it â I saw absolutely nothing when I saw you. That scared me, seeing the happiness and the smile you had minutes ago just vanish with the flip of a switch. And I fucking did that. I knew at that moment that I lost youâŠ..Y/nâŠ? Are you crying?âÂ
You immediately moved the phone away from your ear, covering your mouth with the arm of your sweatshirt. The cries you tried to suppress poured out at that moment, and the pain that scratched your insides left your system with every sob and intake of breath. The tears damped the material, soaking them in as they rolled down your cheeks.
As ways to start the eve of your Monday, crying with the person who broke your heart on the phone was not one you expected to be one of them. It all hurt: the rapid emotions, the memories of that day replaying in your head, the genuine sincerity expressed in his voice. It was all too fucking much, your face heating up to a concerning level that youâd think youâd blow up.
You give yourself a few seconds before bringing the phone to your ear, ââŠ.What else?âÂ
âHuh?â
âYou saidâsniffâthat you had other things you wanted to say to me.â A change of subject was necessary, not wanting him to notice the broken crack of your voice. âSo, what else?â
The request took him aback, but he knew better than to question or fight you. ââŠSecond of all, I wanna say â since Iâm not sure Iâll ever get the chance to tell them to you in person â I want you to know that youâre more than what I said. Thereâs nothing 'kinda' pretty about you â youâre pretty all over. Iâm not saying that to butter you up; itâs something Iâve said to myself all this timeâŠWho am I kidding, saying Iâve been with prettier and better when I hurt the most beautiful and kindest one my eyes ever laid onâŠ.? Boring and uncute? Heh, youâre anything but. Sure, I say you're uncute when you nag at me to no end, but I donât think thereâs been a single day that Iâve thought you were a sore for my eyes. Youâre too gorgeous for that.â
âGojoââ
âI donât deserve you as a friend, Y/n.â Your breath hitched. âHonest. I shouldnât even be talking to you right now. And yet, you gracing me with time to spare shows that I really donât have the right to have you close to meâŠIâm sorry.â
It didnât take a rocket scientist to know he was honest about his apology. You felt it in your bones; your gut told you what Gojo told you was true. Your anger was nowhere to be found, but your guard was still up.
You slowly exhale through your mouth before taking your turn in the conversation. âSoâŠIs that all?âÂ
ââŠ.â
ââŠGojo?â
ââŠ.â
âGojo? Are you stillââ
âI like you.â
Okay, you lied; your guard wasn't up for that.
Thereâs no way he just said that. Thereâs no way those three exact words left his mouth and entered your eardrums. They kept ringing throughout your head, bouncing off the walls of your cranium with each repeated syllable. Your eyes widened by the second, your body coming to a complete standstill. And yet, the only thing that was moving and showed signs of life was your heartbeat increasing with the silence.
He likes you. The Gojo Satoru â your frenemy, annoying peer, and friend who enjoys your yelling and nagging â likes you.
âYouâŠYou what?â You heard him perfectly, but you wanted to confirm this wasnât some joke.
âI like you.â He didnât hesitate to replicate. âI do, I really do. Iâve liked you forâŠ.quite a long while, way before we started having sex together.â
âHow long ago is that?â
âI think since the spring semester of freshman year when we had started to get a little closer before you became friends with Geto...Yeah, for a while now.â
ââŠWhy?â
âHmm?â
âWhy do you like me?Â
You heard him sigh out a large breath before answering. ââŠTo be honest, I just like how youâŠare you. Like, youâre not scared to be yourself around me. Many people Iâve known try to kiss my ass for me to call them a friend, and even then, those guys are assholesâŠBut you, I donât see that â I never saw that. Youâd never kiss my ass; youâd always be down to tell me when Iâm wrong or right. Being around you was different from other people; I felt comfortable around you like you were one of my friends.âÂ
You didnât intervene, listening to every word he was to say.Â
âNot to mentionâŠHeh, youâre so cute. Like, actually. And pretty, and independent, and bright. I canât count how many times Iâve been lost in my thoughts about you. Especially recently, youâre all that I can think about. I like how it feels to hold your hand, and your fingers look small against mine. I could never get enough of you talking to you; itâs one of the things I look forward to. And, holy fuck, the way you smile. I swear, you could kill me with that face of yours. And your eyes â Iâm always told mine are so beautiful to look at, yet I find that impossible whenever I get stuck when you look at meâŠ.Y/n? Are youâYouâre not crying, are you?â
You said in sniffles. âYouâre such a fucking asshole, GojoâŠâ
âHuh!? Why??â
âYou break my heart one day and then say all these things the nextâŠAre you trying to tell me that stunt you pulled is that dumb thing where people say stupid shit about someone else because they like them?â
âHey, I told you why I said them! Besides, those two bimbos were getting in our personal life, and we didnât have anything to call our relationship, soâŠ!â
âSniffâAnd you! Why didnât you tell me you liked me for so long instead of annoying me to no end?â
âI couldâve done that, butâŠI donât know. I guess our relationship was easier the way we had it. Things were less complicated for you. Plus, youâre cute when youâre angry at me.âYou had to scoff at that. Of course, heâd say something like that. He can be such a prick sometimes. âI was okay with how things were, being all naggy and arguing with you while secretly close to you. I didnât want to change something we were used to into something more.â
âMmm.â You could only hum to that sentence, letting his words sink in before saying anything. ââŠWould it have been a bad thing if it was something more?â
He didnât answer immediately, indicating that he took the question in serious thought. âNoâŠI wouldnât have minded. But that decision was all yours to make.â Â
âGojo,â The words you were about to say were about to be so nerve-wracking that you had to take in a deep breath. Chewing on your lips while exhaling through an open mouth. ââŠ.Would it be a bad thing if I saidâŠ.that I liked you, too? And thatâŠI still like youââ
KA-BANG-BANG!!
You jumped at the sudden sound coming from the other side of the line, as it was not the response you were expecting, and you could hear him saying curses further from the phone. After a few brief seconds, Gojoâs voice comes back.
âFuck, sorry, sorry! I just dropped my phone on the stairs!â He sounded so worried, as if he lost you. âYou.âŠYou like me?â
âYeah, I doâŠâ Gosh, you didnât think this would happen, the heat on your cheeks expanding to your ears and neck. âI really do. And Iâm also willing to forgive you. BUT, you have to prove your worth by redeemingââ
âI WILL!â Again, it wasnât the reaction you were expecting! He replied with such momentous excitement that you could imagine the sparkle in his blue eyes. âI will, I promise! In fact, I have an idea; how about I take you out on a date?âÂ
Huh!? âA date??â
âYeah, on Valentineâs Day, this Wednesday! I know this great place not too far from here, or maybe you wanna go to a small cafĂ© to wind down from classes? You can pickââ
âWait, wait! We have classes that day; we have our night class with Professor Yagaââ
âWe could skipââ
âHell. No.â You shut him down with quickness. âWeâre going over some serious discussions that day for our papers on Friday; weâre just gonna have to do the date after class.âÂ
âPfft, God, you can be such a geek sometimes.â
For the first time that night, you rolled your eyes. âSays the Digimon-fanatic talking to me right now.â
âYeah, yeah, whatever.â He snickers at the phone, and your heart swoons at it. It felt like you hadnât heard that laugh in ages. âSoâŠIs that a yes?â
It had you thinking for a temporary moment; talking with Gojo again just felt soâŠfamiliar. It was something youâd been missing for the past week, accepting that youâd never experience it again. And here he is, inviting you on a date? This was, by all means, a weird night. An apology, a confession, and now being asked out?Â
Regardless, you canât shake the feeling of wanting to be by his side again. And with a chance like this, why brush it off? âYes, I accept your date.âÂ
âThen itâs a Valentineâs date. Cool.â
âCool.â You awkwardly repeated after him, becoming squeamish with the brief silence. âOkay, well, now that we talked. I need to get some sleep.â
âMmm, okay. Go get your sleep, then. Be sure to think of me in your dreams~â
Your head is shaken again, this time with a smile. âWhatever. Iâll tryâŠThink of me too, Satoru.â
âI always do, Y/n.â Jesus, the way he gently and affectionately said your name. Is this what itâs like to admit you like someone? âGood night.â
âGood nightâŠOh, wait! You said you had a joke earlier.â
âHmmâŠOh, yeah?â
âWell, now that weâre kinda on good termsâŠWhat was the joke?â
âOh! I was gonna say itâs kinda a shame that youâre sitting on a toilet and not on my face.â
âGoodbye, Gojo.â
âPFFFT, No, wait, Iâm soââ
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As far as dates go about, this is one that Satoru Gojo was the most nervous about.Â
As promised, after your class with Professor Naga ended, Gojo waited for you with his car on Main Street by your dormitory. He was already dressed for the date, adorned with a black turtleneck and jeans that matched his Chesterfield coat. But you had a few things you wanted to touch up on before going out for the night, so he texted back that heâd wait for you outside.
What he didnât expect was being instantly shot down by you once you came down and walked to his car. Because holy fucking shit, you looked so fucking beautiful. If this was a âtouch-up,â all the people he went on dates on mustâve not been trying.
You were wearing a black halter long-sleeve top; your collarbone and shoulders were out for his eyes to trace and breathe to hitch. Your arms were shielded by a hoodie that looked a bit big for you but did its job of protecting you from the cold winds. And black thigh socks that contrasted with the plaid skirt and the puffy boots. AndâŠdid you put on lipgloss on? Holy shit.
âSo,â youâd say meekly to catch his attention since heâs examining your every feature. âIâm readyâŠâ They were simple words, yet they had the power to have him stop leaning on the car and grab the door for you. You were chewing on your lip, avoiding his gaze that watched every step you took. âYouâre staring, SatoruâŠâ
âHmm? Oh! Sorry...â Heâd close your door and mutter, scratching his neck where the heat from his ears crawled around.Â
And from there, the date began. The plan? He wanted to take you to some fancy restaurant, but you politely declined and told him youâd settle for dinner and a movie. And you two did just that, going to this burger joint that was popping off when you entered. You two sat at a booth by a window, enjoying your food and conversing about each otherâs day.
âYou did not have to do that.â You said in giggles, bringing a fry to your mouth.Â
âI did, too!â Gojo replied after taking a big bite from his burger. âThe fucker almost tried to dirty my basketball shoes; do you know how much those shits cost? Expensive as hell.âÂ
âYeah, but to push your buddy to an ice bath because he almost dirtied your shoes?â You shook your head with a smile. âAnd all shoes are expensive these days, Satoru.â
âYeah, well, mine were custom-made. So,â he takes another bite. âServes him right.â
Gojo didnât notice it himself, but you saw a bit of ketchup on the corner of his mouth. Tending to your friendâs obliviousness, you grab a napkin and stretch to him. At first, he thought you were giving it to him to wipe it off himself; nope. You did it for him, tenderly dabbing the condiment off his lip.Â
And you didnât even notice what you were doing until your eyes met his, instantly pulling your hand back. âSorry! You justâŠhad something on thereâŠâ
âMmm, thank youâŠâ he said it low, but you heard him. What you couldnât hear, thank God, was the beat of his heart going at an unsteady rate. It took a minute for you two to shuffle uncomfortably for the conversation to flow back.
After the dinner was the movie, a random action movie that you two felt interested to see. And it wasnât that bad of a film; the plot was pretty subpar, the acting mediocre, but overall, a good movie.Â
However, Gojo couldnât focus on the movie for lengthy periods because his eyes would usually drift to the right of him where you sat, surveying how engrossed you were watching the film that you didnât notice him. God, even in the dark, you looked so gorgeous and cute.Â
Sometimes, heâd glance at your armchair and look at your hand, the inner dialogue between himself on whether he should go for it and place his hand on top of yours. But he doesnât do it. He wants to, but he canât, not like this. It was killing him so much; the feeling of wanting to touch you and have you against him again was haunting him â theyâve been haunting him for the past few days now.
âFuckâŠâ heâd mutter under his breath, but you wouldnât hear because of the sound of explosions coming from the theater speakers. He wanted you but didnât want to mess this date up. He couldnât afford to screw this chance with you, he just couldnât.Â
Once the movie was over, heâd walk with you to the parking lot where the car was parked. The chill winds of February crawl up on your bodies, and you bundle up into your warm hoodie. âDid you enjoy the movie?â
He hummed with a tilted head. âMeh, Iâve seen better. It wasnât too bad. What about you; you liked it?âÂ
You looked up to ponder and shrugged, swaying side-to-side as Gojo leaned on his car. âYeah, it was okay. Thereâs better stuff out there.â
âYou just saying that to agree with me?âÂ
âNo, maybe youâre reading my mind and copying my answers.â You give a tiny smug look, only for him to smile along.
He then asks, âSoâŠdid I do good with this?â He canât lie; how you lifted your brow instead of giving an immediate answer made him a little nervous. And with the tilt of your head and turning your body fully towards him, you knew you had him in the palm of your hand. You hand him your verdict:
âI think so. You treated me to good food, didnât try to poison me, and got a free movie ticket out of it.â You jokingly punch his chest. âYeah, I liked this date, Gojo. Consider yourself redeemed.â
He snickers lightly, âGood, I donât think I can take another day of you being mad at me.â That made you giggle; good. Things go quiet for a while, and he averts his stare downward. His eyes land on your hand, the thoughts from the movie theater teetering back to his head. Goddamn it, he really wants to touch youâ
âI can see you staring through those glasses, Gojo.â And just like that, you propelled your hand to link with his, making the tall boy flinch. âYour subtlety is wearing thin.â
Your teasing tone evokes a chuckle disguised in a sigh from Gojo, his fingers slithering to intertwine with yours. âWhat makes you think so?â
You peer up to him. Fuck, your eyes were so beautiful. âYou were practically staring daggers at me while watching the movie. Am I on your mind that much?â
âYes.â You expected a different answer â something more playful â and itâs why you couldnât breathe after he brought his face closer to yours. âInfintely.â
Suddenly, the cold air didnât bother you anymore. The heat on your face blossoms across your cheeks and ears while maintaining eye contact. âAm I on your mind right now?â He nods, your noses barely brushing each other. You whisper to him, âWhat are you thinking about?â
âI wanna kiss you.â He closes his eyes; you can see from his shades. âI want to hold you like I did before.â The hand clutching yours gets firmer. âI want youâŠJust you.â
The way he has with words effortlessly pulls you in, his voice comforting to the point you allow him to put his other hand around your waist. You faintly reply before connecting your lips with his. âI want you tooâŠSatoru.â
When he pecks your lips, a feeling you two feared was wiped off the Earth returns to warm your bodies. Your hands instantly go around his neck like usual, sighing through your nostrils as you permit to sink into his hold and kiss.
Gojo uses this to bring his hand behind your neck to keep you on him, the kiss becoming more passionate by the second. He licks on your bottom lip, a sign of wanting entry. So, you open and lick him back before he takes the initiative to put his tongue inside your mouth. And you moan into his lips â fuck, how he missed the sounds youâd make for him. It felt like forever since the last time he heard them.Â
This moment brings the spark between you two back, the sounds of the world around you drawing out from your space. All that mattered was you being in his embrace and him having you with him like this again. It all felt right â being with each other â with nothing bothering this peace meant for you two.
So much so that Gojo took it upon himself to convince you to stay with him tonight at a nice hotel close by, where you two couldnât get off each other the moment you closed the door to your room. Hot kisses are exchanged as you two remove each otherâs clothing, Gojo undoing your bra and lifting you to place on top of the bed.Â
His lips never leave yours, even when his hands play with your chest. Your legs wrap around his waist to pull him closer as he rocks into you. Your core down south experiences throbs that entail you want him, your horniness dialing up with every grind of his groin.
He breaks the kiss to playfully bite your lip so he can hear you yelp for him, placing his lips from your chin down to your neck. You say in shaky breaths, âHahhh, Satoru, please touch me moreâŠâ
He lifts his lips from your clavicle, âOf course, princess; you know I always got you.â He then licks from your collarbone down to one of your nipples in a tantalizingly slow fashion, your body squirming from anticipating what heâs about to do. His tongue finds its way to swirl around the bud, having your hum to the wet touch. And when he decides to suck it into his mouth when itâs hardened, you gasp.Â
But it doesnât stop there, one hand tweezing the other nipple as he licks around the one in his mouth. The free one snakes down your abdomen to your skirt, lifting the material for his digits to meet the damp spot of your panties.Â
You jerk at the feeling of him moving the material to the side, rubbing his bare fingers on your precious, wet cunt and clit. âAhhnn! Satoru, SatoruâMmmmâŠâ He rubs around on your folds in circles before adding his forefinger smoothly inside, his slender digit efficiently rubbing your vaginal walls have you holding back whimpers.Â
When he thinks youâre ready enough, he adds his middle finger inside. Both his digits scrape and graze around your inner walls, provoking silent screams to leave your lips. Your fingers find his hair to tug, which only has him suck on your breast more.Â
âHooohhh, mmmmhâŠRight there, right thereeeâŠpleaseâOhoooâŠ!â You moan to him, your thighs jerking with every scratch of his fingers in your chasm.
âMmmâŠyou close, pretty?â Gojo releases your nipple for a quick second, returning it inside his warm mouth after he sees you nod hurriedly. âHold tight, okay? Lemme get you ready, sweetieâŠâ
You cry at the increase in speed, the nails of his fingers scraping the velvety tender spots inside you. Your body jerks to him as your hands find his shoulders to pinch on. Gojo lets go of your bud once again to move his lips down south, spreading your legs to take a look at your mess.
âHoly shit,â he says with a bitten lip before he crouches down to kiss your clit after slipping your panties off. âI fucking missed this pretty thing so fucking much.â He licks your soapy folds up to your clit, drowning the delicate button with feverish laps of the tongue. It has you screaming his name, and he loved that so fucking much.
Gojo stuffs his face to your slit, drinking your essence while teasing the clit with fast swipes. Your wails get louder and louder, and he doesnât make it any easier when he keeps your legs spread for him to continue his work. Oh, fuck, oh, fuck, fuck, fuck! Iâm gonna cum, IâmââAhhahnn!!â
Thatâs when you come onto his face, your cunt spasming with electric pulses and your legs shaking with every hit of your orgasm. And he keeps on sucking and licking your fluids; youâd think heâs sucking the life out of you. But you canât blame him; the boy is starved for you.
He soon withdraws his face from between your legs when youâre done with wailing and crying, licking his lips and leaving off the bed to take out a condom, throwing his jeans and drawls to the floor. But then something is wrong, and you can see it when Gojo presses his lips into a thin line before climbing back to the bed and maneuvers on top of you. He aligns the glans of his cock to the entrance of your vagina, and itâs there that you notice he doesnât have the rubber on.
âIâŠI forgot to bring a condom, sweetie.â He says to you in a tune that harbors slight worry, and you can tell from his azure eyes that heâs a little nervous about this step. You held back a giggle; for once, he looked adorable when worried about something.
ââŠHow good is your pull-out game?â You ask, half-jokingly.
His white brows trench together. âAre you sure?âÂ
You nod and kiss him on the cheek. âI trust you, Satoru, so just be careful, okay?âÂ
He blinks at you, taken aback by your lack of resistance. Yet, at the same time, he knew you needed this just as much as he did. So, with that in mind, he pushes the glans into you, observing your breathing to gauge how much to propel inside. The tip of his length then bullies itself inside you, a sharp gasp coming from your sweet lips while Gojo moans at the raw feeling of you around him.
ââHnnn! HâHooooly fuck,â with every inch he pushes inside of you, the sensation of your pussy chills him up his spine. The rubber had been shielding this away from him, every dent and smooth tissue of you wrapping around him. Oh, fuck, this was a dangerous game to play. âOh, shiiit, you feel so fucking good..â
You could agree with that notion, experiencing his naked girth inside you for the very first time. You could feel his veins graze against your walls, the curve scraping your spots tenderly. âOhhhh, fuck, you too, âtoruâŠOh my GodâŠâ
Even starting with slow thrusts was a hard card to pull, the subtraction of the condom making this feel so new and fresh â a scary dance to do with two young lovers. He pulls his cock slowly til halfway up the tip and then rushes it back inside to your wetness. Your pretty purrs fly out with every movement.
Gojo takes this time to look at you with your disheveled figure sprawled out for him to see and pick at like eye candy. Watery eyes batting up at him with pleasure behind half-lidded orbs, your chest that he loves so much out for him to give a nipple another tweak, and your legs curling around him as his tempo increases. Youâre so fucking beautiful, and heâs so lucky to be able to have you under him again. He wouldnât want it any other way â he wants to belong to you and you with him. Itâs a dream heâd kill to have with you.
âY/nâŠâ he says your name in a shaky breath, groaning at your slit clamping onto him so suddenly. âCan IâŠBe your boyfriend?â
You didnât have enough time to react appropriately because Gojo hammers his cock into you with no warning. You scream out for him to stop, to wait a minute so you can give an adequate response! But no, he ruts into you like his hips have a mind of their own, forcing you to cling onto him for dear life as the curve of his length jabs you in places that have you rolling your eyes to the stars.
ââAhahhnn!! Ahhh! W-Wait, Satoruuuu!!â Your words slur out with a hot breath, drool coming down your mouth with no control. âYou want meâŠ.Mmnph! To be yourââ
âYes! Oh, fuckâŠyes!â He says with no hesitation, slamming his pelvis down to your pussy so fast that his balls smack on your taint. Oh, fuck, this felt way too damn good! âI wanna be yours, and I want you to be mineâHoooohâŠ.No one elseâsâŠ!â
âNnahhâŠ!! Ohhh, my God, fuuuuckâŠ!â Your heart beats eighty miles per hour, your whole body endures heat shared with Gojo, and your thoughts travel too fast to keep up. He wants to be my boyfriend? He wants to be my boyfriend! ââŠRâReally?â
âYeah, really, really.â He smiles breathlessly at you, placing a kiss on your forehead. âLetâs be a couple, yeah? I want you so bad; you drive me so fucking crazyâHannhh!! Shit, shit⊠I donât want to hide this anymore â to hurt my cutie anymore. Letâs make this official so I can be with you without worries.â He snaps his hips harshly, grinding his pelvis with the flex of his abs, provoking more horny howls to seep from your puffy lips. He lowers to whisper to your ear while a hand clings to yours on the side. âWhatcha say, princess, hmm? Letâs be togetherâŠ.HmmmâŠ!â
Holy fuck, this is not a confession you were expecting while having your insides churned out, with your crush between your legs, in the middle of a hotel room, on Valentineâs Day. Your mind was getting foggy enough from the hot commotion in your inner thighs â now your head was filling up with fantasies of being with Gojo as a couple! This was beyond bizarre, something out of a fucking movie!Â
And yet, you couldnât find any reason to say no! Thereâs no denying it â those feelings Gojo had for you were the same as you had for him. You feel so happy being around him, in his hold, whispering and expressing his vulnerable side to you, and youâd want to throw all that away? Hell no!Â
ââMmm, yessss,â you canât help but shed a little tear at him, to which he readily dries away with a thumb. âYesss, Satoru, I wanna be yoursss â pleaseâŠtake care of me!â
Gojo slams his lips onto yours, your mewls taken by hungry lips while his strokes go at a rapid tempo. You almost choke on his spit from the way your clit catches abrupt hits from his pelvis, and the tip of his dick pokes your fragile spots with precision.Â
Oh, Jesus fucking Christ! You felt it; itâs coming. You felt it in your bones, the shivers crawling up your spine as you inhaled to prepare. âMaahhh! âToruuu, Iâm gonna cummâŠ! Quick, pull outâOooooo!!âÂ
Thank God you gave him a warning. The tall other was too lost in the feeling that he was just about to come inside you! He removes his body off of yours to swiftly pull his member out, using his hand to finish the job for him, although he already misses the warmth of your cunt.Â
He comes at the same time as you, his load shooting out from his urethra and spilling onto his hand. White fluids slide between his fingers as he continues to stroke himself off while your legs twitch and your slit contracts and flutters on nothing, letting the wave of your climax pass on through with every howl.Â
The air of the hotel room cools your bodies after disconnecting your sexes off each other, and huffs and pants from heaving figures are evidence of you two trying to find your balance in the world. Sky-blue eyes lock in with yours, and he laughs in faint puffs.
He crawls his way back between your legs after wiping his hand, placing kisses up your neck and chin. âHahhh, fuck, that felt way too good.â
âMhmm,â you hum with him, letting him place his head in the crook of your neck.Â
âHey,â he traces a finger along your collarbone. âWanna skip classes tomorrow?â
Your eyebrows draw upward. âOne day of Valentineâs isnât enough?â
âNope~. Plus, I wanna make up a weekâs worth of not being around you.â
âPfft, sure,â you stifled a laugh. âBut you need a single day to do all that?âÂ
He lifts his head with a grin. âWell, we donât have enough clothes to stay here until Saturday.â He maneuvers himself to lie on his side. âWhy? You doubt I can do it?â
âYouâre free to prove me wrong,â you give him a sneer. âI suggest you start getting to work.â You didnât expect your words to flip a switch, causing the snow-haired other to grab you by the legs to him. He restrains your hands above your head, and you canât fight the giggles from his playful manner.
âWith pleasure,â he claims your lips again, your sweet murmurs entering his ears.
âââ ââ
ââ
â âââ
âPsst, oh my God, do you see that?â
âHoly shit, this canât be real!â
âWoahâŠAm I in the right universe?â
âSatoru, I told you people would stareâŠhurry and let go of my handââ
âNope! I like where your hand is right now~.â
It was like this the entire day. Ever since your Valentineâs Day date with Gojo, things instantly returned to where they were supposed to be and more! It was amazing how one day could make the bitterness of the weeks prior dissipate with the February wind. There was nothing to be scorned about ânothing to be scared of â everything felt clear to you and the person you were holding hands with.
After that date successfully went well â and won your heart in more ways than one, youâll admit â you and Gojo decided it was time to unveil the status of your relationship. No more secrets, no more hiding feelings for each other; you two were officially a couple, both in private and outward!
Spending two days alone together felt like a dream, being so close to each other without worrying about being seen and critiqued in the eyes of others. But now, back on campus grounds, you canât go back on your promise and have to walk with your cheeks and ears burning as Gojoâs fingers tighten the grasp around yours.Â
Of course, the change of pace was a complete shock to the students and staff on this Friday. The number of perplexed gazes and starstruck figures who stopped to look at the two of you was too many to count â hell, you even saw Professor Gakunajiâs eyes widen for the first time! It was all so embarrassing, being the talk on everyoneâs mind after keeping a low profile for so long. And here you are, holding hands with the star basketball player, the guy everyone knew assumed you couldnât stand being within armâs length with, and now, the boy you want to spend the rest of your college life with, Satoru Gojo.
Who, by the way, is loving every single second of this â of course he is, the fucking cheeky bastard! You donât think youâve seen his smile and dimples never leave his face for the entire day. He was stuck to you like glue, walking you to your classes and immediately returning to your side after his lectures ended like a happy puppy. He knew you were a little overwhelmed with it all, but that wasnât a problem because heâd happily make sure you didnât think you were the only one going through with this. Plus, you just looked so fucking cute looking all bashful around him now that he expresses his love for you publicly. I mean, the way you were in shock after he kissed you on the cheek after walking you to your second class of the day with Utahime? Oh, he wished he had a picture! Especially with your roommateâs jaw dropped to the floor (which never closed throughout the remainder of class as she just stared at you) after seeing the startling, romantic interaction.
And now, here you two go, walking out from your last class of the day with Professor Yaga â who was caught off guard when you two walked in together with a lovey-dovey (mostly on Gojoâs part) atmosphere but gave you a small smile as you walked to your seats (which were changed because Gojo pleaded you sat next to him from now on) as Haibara and Ijichi exchanged cheeky glances at the observation.Â
You two were walking down to the dining hall, where you planned to have dinner with Shoko and Geto and tell the two best friends of Satoru Gojo of your intimate relationship. But gosh, everything was going too fast! âHey, Satoruââ
âYeeeess~?â He says in a sing-song tune, too pleased with himself as he swings your hand to and fro with his.Â
âDo we really have to do this today? Why not eat with Shoko and Geto tomorrowââ
âHuuuh!!? But Iâm taking you out tomorrow!â You want to hide your face when passersby hear your boyfriendâs reaction, immediately swapping gossip when theyâre out of your vision. âBesides, theyâll be hella busy studying tomorrow at the library, so today was the best option.âÂ
You nod aimlessly. Ughhh, this is just too much. I feel like my head is gonna implode. Then, you felt Gojo grip your palm tighter and put your walk to a stop, prompting you to look up at him again.Â
âHey,â he says with his signature smile, his dimples becoming more prominent now that youâre gazing up at him. âItâs gonna be okay, alright? I got you, and you got me, right?â And he brings you in for a tight hug that has you squeaking and your lips quivering from hearing people gasp at the display of affection. âAnd now that I finally have you to myself â officially! â donât think for a second that you can ever get rid of me!â
On the one side, you really want this fool to let go of you so everyone can stop staring and you can get this dinner over with! And yet, on the other side, your heart was beating in such a tune that had you melt into his embrace, and the smell of his cologne made you hum to his chest. You canât seem to fight the smile growing on your face and your hands coming around to hug the white-haired, lovestruck fool back. âYouâre too silly, SatoruâŠâ
âUhh, are we interrupting something?âÂ
With haste, you and Gojo break the hug to see the owner of that familiar voice. To your surprise, it was Shoko greeting you two with a smile. Next to her was Geto, also harboring a sly smile on his face before you.Â
You cough to clear your throat away from Gojo, who sneaks his hand on your shoulder to keep you close. âHâHi Shoko, Geto! I see you guys beat us to the dining hall.â
âYeah, we were wondering if you two would make it. But now,â Shokoâs brown eyes venture from the figures of Gojo and you being close together, âI can see that you two wanted a bit of time to yourselves.â
âUhhh, oh, you know; we just wanted to walk together since we had our last class for today!â You try to move your shoulder away from Gojo, but his grasp gets firmer and firmer.
Geto laughs, âOh, no need to act so shy on us, Y/n! Itâs good to know that you two are back to being close and cool now. Especially now that you two are a couple.â
âOhhh, câmon now, weâre notââ you stopped, your body going rigid, and everything suddenly fell silent. âWaitâŠ.You knew?â
Geto hums as confirmation. âYeah? Gojo told me.â
Your face forms into confusion. Gojo?
âMe?â Silver brows hang up at the statement. âI never said anything.â
Shoko makes a slightly bewildered expression. âWhat are you talking about? Remember that photo that you sent to Geto on Wednesday, andââ
âWoah, woah, woah.â Gojoâs fingers tense on your shoulder. Oh, he knows heâs in trouble. You can tell as he silently removes his hand while you question his best friends. âWhat picture?â
âUhhh, the one he sent when you two were out for Valentineâs?â When we WHAT!? âHold on, lemme pull it up from our messagesâŠYeah, this one.â
The moment Geto brings out his phone and gives it to you, Gojo felt his heart dropped to his ass. Not that you could tell, but the aura of fear was enough to be picked up. What showed on the screen not only had your jaw drop to your feet, but the cutesy feelings you had a minute ago with Gojo faded. Instead, it was replaced with the growing irritation that had your fingers tremble.
Getoâs phone screen displays a message and an attachment from Gojo on the night of your date. Judging by the time, it happened when you assumed you two were sleeping. The attachment proves your point, showing your sleeping face peacefully on Gojoâs bare chest. And the man in question is shown groggily awake, holding his phone to take the picture while his lips are planted on your forehead. The message below the photo answers Getoâs question, âYo, you two made up already?â To which the taller figure says, âYeah, kissed and made up. :3â
âGojooooâŠ.â
Before you do or say anything, your shaky hands return the phone to its owner, which Geto takes silently while backing three steps away with Shoko.Â
âSATORUUUU!!!â
You yell out his name without a care for the people around you who immediately look at you. You turn to where heâs supposed to be â supposedly by your side. But youâre not surprised to see that heâs gone, turning your heel to find that the snowy-headed figure was backing up with his hands up.
âHâHey now, Y/n,â He says nervously. He better be nervous because your eyes showcased a wrath he wasnât ready for. âCalm down for me, okay, princess?â
âYouâŠAre soâŠFucKING DEAD!!!â
And it was there that you chased him down, running around the halls. Geto and Shoko watch with baffled expressions before they scoff with laughter. The same goes with the other students who witness the commotion, enjoying the familiar banter between you two.Â
Itâs weird to say that you and Gojo are officially a couple now, at least to the public eye. However, no one seems to be in denial of it or push it aside. If anything, they seem happy for you two, finally coming around to express each otherâs love for one another in a better way than insults and shouts.
And your friends can say the same, enjoying the change of ambiance whenever you two are in the same space. No more trying to ignore the rambles and arguments between you two, no more tired eyes rolling around their sockets when you call each other names. Because they know those will happen anyway; nonetheless, itâs now in a better light that the banner of young love is finally open and hanged.
 Itâs a love that you and Gojo can finally express, be free, and be happy with.
âCOME BACK HERE, SATORU GOJO!!â
âNO, YOUâRE JUST GONNA HIT ME!!â
And you two wouldnât want it any other way.Â
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THE LOVE PROGNOSIS, pt. 1 â JJK (m.)
for as long as you can remember, youâve always been a hopeless romantic.
the girl whoâs always dreamt of cheesy encounters with her soulmate, grand love declarations, and a cute little beach wedding to boot. but reality pretty much slaps you hard right on the face, because love, unfortunately, doesnât come grand â itâs simple and itâs quiet, but it is quite painful, especially when the love that youâve been seeking for all your adult life has just been right under your nose all this time.
PAIRING jungkook x female reader // mingyu x female reader
GENRE r18+ (angst, fluff, smut) MINORS DO NOT INTERACT!
CHAPTER WORD COUNT 20k đ
CHAPTER WARNINGS/MISC medical!au, roommates!au, surgeon!jk, surgeon!reader (they are both 4th year residents and are co-workers), corporate lawyer!mingyu, oc and jk are bffs since med school but their love language is fighting each other <3, jk and mingyu are bffs during undergrad, jk sluts it out quite oftenđ, hopeless romantic!oc, countless mentions of weddings and engagements, angsty undertones, itâs the⊠yearning? 97liners assemble lmao, the surgeons gang: jk, oc, nayeon, doyeon, taehyung <3, explicit sexual content [dry h*mping, making out, c*nnilingus], alcohol consumption, arguments đ€, i personally have only acquired a degree on Bingewatching Greyâs Anatomy so my medical knowledge is.. you see.. greys anatomy đ BUT! i did a lot of research for this pls dont crucify me đđŒ belated happy birthday jaykay, my forever museâ€ïžâ€ïž
NOTES hello awrkive nation!!!!!!!!!!!!! sorry this got delayed!! gave up on trying to make this a one shot cos it stretched out into 50k words IM SORRY! anyways check out my trello page for updates on my writing progress đ©· make sure to comment down ur thoughts and like and reblog to circulate hehe !! asks are deeply appreciated!! scream your takes!! let me know what you think!! also made a spotify playlist for this mini-series soooo if u wanna listen to the songs that i think embody this fic, i've linked it below đ«¶đŒ
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For as long as you can remember, youâve always been a hopeless romantic.
The girl whoâs always dreamt of cheesy encounters with her soulmate, grand love declarations and a cute little beach wedding to boot. Youâre the kind of girl who thought her high school jock boyfriend would make good on his promise of keeping contact until college. That girl who thought the guy she met at nineteen at some sleazy frat party wanted more than just sex. The girl who thought that her boyfriend at twenty-one would finally be The One after introducing her to his parents on New Yearâs Eve. Youâre exactly the kind of girl who thought that it was smart to get a boyfriend in her first year of med school and get proposed to in fourth year.
Reality pretty much hit you hard with a big slap on the face; because you soon found out that your love interest doesnât suddenly come into your life while you clock in your shift at a coffee shop, and there is no such thing as grand love declarations â no one wanted to profess their love to somebody at airports anymore, or even in the pouring rain, for godâd sake! And there is never going to be a beach wedding when thereâs no one to do it with in the first place.
Because even if you do everything right, men just always somehow manage to do you wrong.
Your first boyfriend, Changsub, just suddenly ghosted you after you moved to a different town for college. When you saw him again for winter break, he was dating the girl from his History class â the blondie who was always the cause of your heated arguments in the lockers because youâve always been jealous of her. Needless to say, you never talked to him again, and Changsub never bothered to reach out either.
At nineteen, you met Soohyun at a frat party your roommate invited you to. He was part of your collegeâs football team â the regular famous jock, and you felt a little bit special when he showed you a little bit of attention. When he chased you for a while, you caved in and had sex for the first time. You soon realized that was his thing â âpopping them girlsâ cherriesâ â as what youâve overheard from his equally asshole teammates when you made an impromptu visit at their sweaty, stinky locker rooms â and that he apparently had a thing for girls in the cheerleading team (you were a part of it for awhile). Soohyun just told you it wasnât working anymore. He was out and about with another girl three days later.
You swore at twenty-one, you were smarter. Heck, you got your heart broken two times already by then by the same brand of asshole with two different names and faces! You mustâve been a bit wiser, no?
But in your defense, Jaehyun was totally different from Changsub and Soohyun. He wasnât an athlete. He was low-key⊠an introvert, and a total nerd. A film major guy who was so good at getting you through his art. He told you you were his muse, and you believed it wholeheartedly for the almost three years youâve dated, most especially when he brought you to his hometown that one New Yearâs Eve and introduced you to his family on your first anniversary.
You donât exactly know what happened then⊠he just ran cold. Backed out of your plans of moving in together. Suddenly got so busy with his gigs when he normally would make time. Until the elephant in the room was acknowledged and it was just over before you knew it.
That relationship was your first âI love youâ, Jaehyun said it was the same for him.
Fast forward, he gets married two years into the break-up, which is six years ago from the present. He has three kids now, two lovely girl twins and one boy. You didnât go to the wedding, just sent him a post-it card that said youâre happy for him.
Which is true. He was your first love, but the heartbreak didnât last long like you thought it would.
Because lastly, there was Eunwoo. The guy you met during the construction of the condominium near the apartment where you were staying at for med school.
Cha Eunwoo was an intern architect around that time, a nice one at that that it didnât really take long for you guys to hit it off. Too many encounters on the street made you think that maybe it wasnât just a coincidence anymore that he was there whenever you walked passed by. You really thought it would be difficult for you to love somebody again like how you loved Jaehyun⊠but Eunwoo made it easy. He did everything right. From the cute encounter, a grand love declaration in your fourth year together wherein he proposed to you in a romantic cruise ship dinner, down to the beach wedding he promised you during that night.
What was supposed to be a three-month engagement lasted longer than you both wanted, though. And it was mostly due to you because you told him you couldnât marry yet. Not until you pass your licensure exam. Unintentionally, it stretched into a year. Eunwoo blamed it on your internship, said you were too busy that you couldnât really give him time anymore.
You still remember that argument so vividly inside your head. When you said you told him already that it was life for you in residency. He rebutted with the sentiment that if you wanted to, you would. But you knew it was unfair of him to say that â not when he was also volunteering himself for the mountain of projects at his firm just so he could impress the senior architects there. Eventually, the engagement was called off. You two broke up. You both settled that it was the schedule conflict⊠you were just both so busy with your careers. Such big ambitions. So much to prove, passionate to a fault.
But two years ago, Eunwoo got married, and his wife is a general physician. The last time you two accidentally bumped into each other at a cafĂ© downtown, he said he was âso happy and contentedâ that he felt like âtaking a sabbatical to focus on being a husbandâ.
You guessed then he doesnât actually mind dating doctors. Doesnât mind making sacrifices for them. He just minds specifically you.
Your long, tragic dating history should already stop you by now from believing in love altogether. You mean, it just never works out for you, do they? The universe gives you a taste of what itâs like to embark on that journey, but it never takes you to the final destination.
But what can you say⊠love is just so special to you; romance, falling in love⊠they hold a significant place in your heart that you canât help but bet on it every time it comes. You just have so much love to give â but unfortunately no one to give it to, because the men you date always donât want you in the end of it all.
It bubbles up frustration in you, especially when you see all your exes getting fucking married left and right and them having the audacity to send you an invitation â and even thank you for what youâve helped made them become. Eunwoo made that lame ass speech in the cafĂ©. Itâs such a subtle physical act of slapping you right on the bone of your cheeks and violently hurts you psychologically.
Youâre frustrated that marriage seem to come easy for them, but never for you.
Itâs why you unintentionally spat water out of your mouth when one of your co-residents, close friend, Nayeon, announced:
âMinhyuk proposed!â
Naturally, your other friends at the cafeteria attend to your spluttering, with Doyeon patting your back and asking, âGirl, are you okay?â
You shake your head repeatedly at them, tapping your chest to regulate your breathing, putting on a tight smile before turning to Nayeon.
âIâm sorryâ what? Minhyuk proposed?â You ask her, and you donât intend it to sound incredulous.
Nayeon, thank god, doesnât notice it. And you realize itâs because sheâs in a lovesick haze to care about anything else.
âYep!â She almost squeals. âYou guys are all invited to the engagement party next week on Friday.â She giggles when Doyeon pokes her side, lightheartedly teasing her about the wedding.
âOh my god, Iâm so happy for you!â You say, grinning widely, but your jaw hurts from the way you forced it. You look at each one of them; Nayeon, Doyeon, and Taehyung. âYou guys are soon gonna be⊠married.â
Taehyung turns to Doyeon, taking a bite of his sandwich. âDoyeonâs still single, though.â
Doyeon throws a napkin at him. âItâs because your kind are bums. Anyway, Taehyung is also still not married.â
Taehyung pauses. Then, he purses his lips into a thin line, raising his eyebrows, nodding slowly.
âWell⊠about thatâŠâ
âHeâs planning to propose to Hyerin!â Nayeon exclaims and quickly covers her mouth when some of the doctors in the cafeteria turned their heads to look in your direction. She shrinks herself small, as if realizing what sheâs done, and then her eyes widen when she sees your guys reaction. âOh fuck, Iâm so sorry, Taehyung!â Nayeon quickly apologizes to him who looks like heaven and earth fell on him. She scrambles to say, âItâs just that I saw the ring in his locker today and so of course I have to ask and you guys met Hyerin, sheâs an amazing woman and Iâm so excited for her and Taehyung and she are a good couple aaand⊠Iâm shutting my mouth.â She stops, closing an imaginary zipper over her lips when she notices the death glare Taehyungâs sending her way.
He turns to look at the rest of you.
âWell⊠you heard it from her.â
âOh my god, Tae! This is insane!â Doyeon tells him. âWhen are you proposing?â
Taehyung shakes his head and rubs his nape. âI donât know⊠she has this, uh, case that sheâs confident on winning this Thursday. Maybe Iâm going to do it when she gets home that dayâŠâ he trails off, and Nayeon coos at him when she sees his ears turning red. Doyeon throws back the napkin Taehyung threw at him, and she receives a juvenile pinch on the arm from Taehyung back.
You laugh along with them.
But deep inside, youâre finding it hard to process all the information that you learned today. You were just letting out words when you said that they were all going to be married, an exaggeration at best, because Nayeon is apparently now a fiancĂ©, Taehyung has been in a long-term relationship with his prosecutor girlfriend that itâs easy to assume their next step is tying it down, and Doyeon is single but you refuse to believe thatâs the case. Itâs a wild theory that your friends have but you all feel like she has a secret boyrfriend or something.
Apparently, though, youâre not exaggerating at all. Because Taehyung is indeed planning to tie it down.
âIt seems like everybody is getting married these days, no?â Doyeon mentions. She looks at you and you feel your heart beating abnormally for some reason. âWhat about you, __? How did that blind date last week go?â
Sheâs talking about the guy whom your cousin set you up with a few months back and have only gotten around to meet a week ago, Park Hyungshik.
They all seem to eagerly wait for your answer, and you can only meekly shake your head, sipping on a juice box so your jittering fingers can have something to do.
âIt was okay.â
You can see the way their shoulders deflate, and you know you donât need to explain the details for them to know how bad the date actually went.
âFuck men.â Doyeon sighs.
âI agree.â Taehyung affirms, followed by Nayeon.
It earns a laugh from you.
âFuck off, you guys.â You say, rolling your eyes, knowing theyâre blindly judging Hyungshik in unconditional support for you. The joke is appreciated though, as it makes you light up and forget about the sudden grey that washes over your insides at the terrifying thought that maybe youâre never going to be married at this rate.
âYouâre laughing right now but Iâm still scared that youâll just put up an IG story of you and Jungkook getting married on a random Sunday.â Nayeon suddenly says which elicits quite a violent reaction from you.
âFucking gross, Nayeon!â You slap her on her arm and she gives you an ingenuine, âOwe!â
Taehyung laughs and adds in another nonsensical input, âThatâs where my grandma and grandpa started, by the way. The line between love and hate is thin, after all.â
Your face contorts into a deeper frown every passing second as they continue to tease you.
âFuck you, Taehyung. Iâll kill you in your sleep and me and Doyeon will hide the body.â You threaten him with your eyes and when he only laughs more, you make quick work of your hands and snatch out his egg omelet, putting it in your mouth fast enough he doesnât get the chance to take it back.
âAw, man! Hyerin cooked that for me!â He whines, going back to his seat, defeated after trying to get back the food from you.
But Nayeon is more concerned about another thing.
âWhy is it only you and Doyeon? I can help hide Taehyungâs body, too!â She says, face painted with an expression so solemn as if you betrayed her.
âYou made the joke first, you donât get the privilege.â You cross your arms under your chest.
âIâll commit perjury for you in court. Doyeon canât do that âcos she still hasnât told us about her secret boyfriend.â She insists.
Taehyung deadpans. âYou guys really do love me a lot here, no?â
âWe never pretended to love you, Taehyung,â Doyeon taps his arm, giving him a contrasting look of faux sympathy. âAnd for the nth time, I do not have a secret boyfriend,â She says dryly, sounding exhausted for having to say it again. And then, she turns to you, âWhere is that punk, Jungkook, anyway?â
You scowl at her. âSeriously guys, why do you always look for him from me?â
âItâs just that you always know where he is, babe.â Nayeon says as a matter of fact. âNo offense.â She says, looking straight into your eyes. When she sees your eyebrow raising higher, she adds quickly, âAnd malice!â And then she continues some more, âEven though I personally think youâd be cute together and all but we understand perfectly you both just have this sort of weird relationship where youâre platonic roommates and youâre like best friends but you argue all the time for no reasonââ
âOh my god, shut up, Nayeon.â Doyeon cuts her off before she goes on a spiral again.
âSee why itâs only me and Doyeon who gets to hide Taehyungâs body when I kill him? Youâre gonna tell the police word for word how exactly I did it.â You tell her, and she pouts at you.
âAnd weâre back to killing me again.â Taehyung comments, sighing, and you stick your tongue out at him in that juvenile manner, only that Taehyung does the same because heâs an even bigger child than you.
âKids, stop fighting.â Doyeon warns. âSeriously, where is Jungkook?â
âHe told me he has a laparoscopic cholecystectomy.â You say.
âDamn.â Comments Taehyung.
Everybody including you nod in understanding.
Itâs always been an inside joke in your friend group that Jungkook and you are gonna end up marrying each other because youâve known each other for a long time, the closest to each other, live together â and you both are also the ones that canât keep a relationship.
After your breakup with Eunwoo in the middle of your internship which was four years ago, you took a break from dating for a very long time. Itâs only two years ago that you picked up going on casual dates, having quick flings, all that sort of stuff. Itâs an occasional thing and they never end up as something more.
Itâs why youâre still single up until now, and itâs not even that you want to be so â you prefer to be in a happy, loving relationship, thank you very much â but you yearn for a deeper connection with someone, and every date just doesnât seem to click. And even though you find a little ugly bitterness when somebody brings up marriage, you would never, ever want to settle down with somebody just âcause you feel like you have to.
Meanwhile, Jungkook is a special case. Heâs single because he wants to be. Heâs single because according to him, the bachelor life has âchosenâ him and he canât do anything about it.
Itâs why he goes to this myriads of dates⊠with those⊠women. Sleeps around. Never attempted a serious relationship as far as youâve known him except that one time in your last year of med school when he exclusively dated Min Sora for about a year.
You donât judge him for the kind of life he lives. Heâs just an admittedly good-looking, liberated guy who hooks up with good-looking women who are looking for the same fun as him. When you asked him if they ever do fall, he told you that they always agree prior sex that itâs just going be a one-time thing (two or three or four times if they particularly like each other⊠or whatever the hell he said).
Despite that, Jungkook is â and always has been your best friend. You met each other in med school and were in the same study group together with Doyeon and Taehyung.
As much as heartbreak is a constant in your life, Jungkook is a frontrunner in it as well because from being in almost all the same classes during med school for four years, you both decided to live in the same apartment unit together.
It has two different bedrooms, of course. The apartmentâs a big unit he and Taehyung owned three years ago until Taehyung moved in with his girlfriend. Jungkook couldnât pay for it all by himself, and the only logical roommate choice was you because when he proposed it to Doyeon, she just looked at him disgusted beyond belief.
Youâve been with each other for so long itâs quite impossible to not know the other like the back of their hand. Youâve seen him during his worst in med school days up until the years of your residency as does him you. You both shared the highs and lows of life with the otherâs presence, and as much as you both quite differ in the way you approach certain things in life â heâs ultimately your person, the one-call-away friend (or the one-knock-to-the-door-friend), and the guy you can always lean on when things are just particularly hard to bear.
Jungkook may not be the most ideal when it comes to romance, but heâs the guy youâd certainly wish was your friend.
Why you donât understand when the rest of your friends tease you both is because youâre so⊠platonic with each other. Sure, youâre closest â you knew each other first â but you and Jungkook never acted borderline sweet for other people to be making assumptions. You arenât the kind of friends who call each other siblings but then get weirdly clingy towards each other behind everyoneâs backs.
You may have had a tiny bit of crush on him when you first saw him during first year of med school â itâs a common fact that heâs handsome and whatever, okay â but he had never shown interest; from post grad all throughout the years of your shared residency. You never, either.
But maybe itâs the teasing, since you always fight like goddamn children whenever youâre near each other. Thereâs nothing romantic about it, though, you donât think so. In your defense, thatâs how your dynamic works! Thatâs how your friendship with everybody works! If you didnât banter with a person, you probably hate them.
Shaking the thoughts of Jungkook in your head, you continue to eat your lunch, asking questions about Nayeonâs further plans, squeezing your break with the rest of your friends, knowing your pager is going to beep anytime soon.
What Doyeon said, though, everybody does seem to be getting married these days. If you could sigh, you would, but you have to do with a little bit of internal mulling for now lest one of the gang notices and you get interrogated for it. You donât want to get aired out for feeling suddenly weird at the tough realization that again, everybody seems to be getting married and proposed to except⊠you.
Youâre happy for them â you really are! Youâd be such a shit friend if you werenât. But thereâs a pang in your chest and you know exactly where itâs coming from.
There was an added case to the OR schedule when you checked it earlier this morning, and you were assigned to it as per instruction from the chief of your team â a melanoma excision.
After your lunch, you went to scrub in for the surgery and it was what made you busy including the paper works needed to be done, so busy that you thought youâd forgotten the pain from a while ago.
Turns out, it sat at some bench at the far end of your heart, hiding and shrinking itself for a little while, only showing up when itâs time for you to clock out; in the quiet of the locker room, alone while you change out of your scrubs.
You let out a heavy sigh and lean your forehead to your locker door, closing your eyes and getting your breathing even.
Youâre just tired from work. You tell yourself. You had two surgeries today; it would be true. But you know itâs not entirely that. Itâs the reminder of your loneliness when you see an envelope peeking out from your locker.
You take out the invitation card for Nayeonâs engagement party sheâs given you this afternoon. Itâs a thick off-white material that has her and her fiancĂ©âs name printed on gold beveled font. So intricate to the touch; you deduce once you run your fingers over it.
âYo, what are you up to?â
You quickly stand up straight and hide the envelope behind your back, your other hand going right above your chest when you turn around only to see Jeon Jungkook approaching the inside of the room.
âJesus christ, learn to knock.â You say, genuinely surprised and taken aback. Jungkook cocks a brow at you.
âFeisty.â He muses, and the way his eyes fall to your chest makes you realize youâre still in your bra having not put yourself into a clean and fresh top yet since you decided to have a sentimental moment in your locker door like some high school girl.
âAsshole.â You mutter under your breath, making quick work of putting on a shirt.
Only when youâre done wearing it do you see Jungkook stripping out of his own scrubs until heâs left with only his boxers across from you.
âSome decorum, please?â You tell him, turning around to sit on a bench to change out of your sneakers and wearing a more comfortable pair of sandals.
You hear Jungkook laugh behind you.
âWhat can I say? Iâm a bit of an exhibitionist, you see.â You take a quick look at him so he can see how far your eyes roll to the back of your head. Jungkook ignores that, wearing his shirt while he says, âYouâre out the same time tonight?â
You take out your ponytail and comb your hair through your fingers to fix it.
âYeah. You?â
Jungkook smirks and suddenly thereâs something flying at your direction. Youâre quick on your reflex and manage to catch it on time, only to realize itâs his keys.
âYouâre driving.â
It earns an instant groan from you.
Jungkook puts on another pair of shoes while laughing. âWhat? I drove us here this morning.â
Youâre about to give him an attitude but then you realize making him pity you may be more effective. Stepping closer to him, you sit on the bench where he placed his foot to tie his shoes on. You look up at him and try your puppy face on.
âBut I had two surgeries today, Kook.â
Jungkook stares at you, his expression unreadable. A few seconds pass by, with you blink up at him, and you think heâs gonna cave.
Instead of getting swayed by your poor attempt to get his sympathy, he takes down his leg and says with a sarcastic smile on his face, âI did a major one. Yours were both minor.â
Your shoulders deflate, making sure to jab at his thigh that was at eye level and snark, âAnd two is more than one. Fuck off, Jeon.â
Jungkook follows behind you while his boisterous ass is laughing.
âDonât get pissed at me, are you kidding? Itâs your turn to drive. Favor for a favor.â
You turn back to him, and because you were walking in a faster pace, he crashes to your back. He grips your shoulder, pursing his lips into a thin line, obviously holding in another fit of laughter.
âYouâre gonna drive us tomorrow here, do you understand?â You say, giving him an ominous glare.
Jungkook raises his hands up. âOkay, okay.â He nods his head, and to piss you off more, he adds, âBossy.â
That earns him a pinch to the side which he quickly dodges. Rolling your eyes, you shake your head and continue to head towards the exit.
You both enter his car soon after.
âI miss my carâŠâ you longingly say, turning on the ignition to start driving.
âItâs still in the shop?â Jungkook asks while rummaging around his compartment glove to look for a snack. He always has a few in it. Itâs convenient.
âYeah, the mechanic told me itâs gonna take a few more weeks. So,â you look at him bitterly.
âThatâs tough.â Jungkook comments, opening a granola bar and biting on it. He extends his hand to you. âYou want some?â
You stretch your neck to the side, eyes still on the road while taking a bite off his food.
âTough because you canât bring your girls here anymore?â You joke a little. Jungkook gives you a dirty look. Your eyes widen a little, realizing what you just said. âPlease say you donât fuck in your car. Iâve touched your passenger seat and your backseat.â
âGive me more credit, yeah? I donât fuck in my car, that shit is unhygienic as hell,â Jungkook rolls his eyes, and you heave a sigh of relief upon his confirmation. âI wine and dine my women before we do the deed, thank you very much.â
âYouâre just so sweet, arenât you?â You say with a straight face.
Jungkook sing-songs. âJust like how they like it.â
âYouâre really beating them off with a stick these past few years, huh?â
âA gorgeous stick, might I add.â
That earns a disgusted groan from you, which he laughs at, and you drop the subject before it even goes to another place.
Thereâs a comfortable silence that sits on the air for a while until Jungkook speaks.
âHey, what was that earlier?â
âHm?â
âIn the locker room.â He says.
You shift uncomfortably in your seat. Clearing your throat, you answer, âOh, itâs just, uh⊠Nayeonâs getting married. Do you know that?â
âYeah.â
You turn to him in surprise. âWait, how? You didnât eat lunch with us.â
Jungkook snorts. âI saw the invitation cards in her locker yesterday, she thought she was being discreet. She threatened me to keep it a secret when I asked her about it, though. I guess she told you guys today at lunch?â
âOh my god, you really need to stop snooping in everybodyâs locker.â
âI do not snoop in in everybodyâs locker.â
You give him a certain look. Jungkook rolls his eyes. âDonât change the subject.â
Letting out a heavy breath, you look straight ahead as you say, âI donât know. I wasnât doing anythingâŠâ
âJust getting a little sentimental in the locker room?â
âA bit.â You purse your lips. âBut itâs not a big deal.â
Jungkook doesnât say anything to that. From your peripheral vision, you can see him staring at you but you choose to ignore that, focusing on driving instead.
âIf you say so.â He says after a while.
Youâre thankful for the dismissal. Jungkookâs usually insistent that you tell him everything â heâs just nosy like that â but deep down you know itâs because he cares. And if youâre in any trouble, heâs always willing to be there for you may it be listening to you vent or eat unholy amount of Chinese take out in the middle of the night.
As you went on the road, he played a few of his playlists and they served as background noise as you both talked about your day, like how your surgeries went. Itâs a usual drive when youâre both in the same car together â which youâve done quite a few times now because after all, you work in the same building and gas is expensive. Itâs the most logical way to save up in this economy.
These past few weeks, though, it just so happened that your car got a little bitchy and started to act up so you made a bargain with Jungkook.
Anyway, you both arrive at your apartment shortly, with Jungkook and you taking turns in the shower.
âYou wanna order in something?â Says Jungkook whoâs currently drying his hair, a towel wrapped around his lower half.
He wasnât kidding when he said heâs some kind of exhibitionist. Jungkook has the habit of walking around the apartment shirtless and sometimes with just even his boxers on, and itâs not like you arenât used to seeing it! You admittedly see a lot of it when you guys would change in the locker rooms back at the hospital, but that is work, and you have more things to worry about at work other than your co-worker changing in front of you.
Still, itâs hard to get used to his exhibitionist tendencies. You had a hard time with it especially in the first few months of living together, but you had to adapt, and right now, even though you can say youâre partly immune to it, his naked upper half still bothers you. A little.
Listen, youâre a human being with primal instincts and men who have good bodies do, in fact, distract you a tiny bit.
âNope.â You take a sip of the glass of water, closing the refrigerator with your foot, looking at Jungkook who groans at your answer. âWhat?â
âI was hoping we could split the delivery fee.â He deadpans.
âWow. And they say chivalry is dead.â
Jungkook laughs while you head towards your room. He follows you until you reach your door so you turn to him, putting your hand on your hip as you ask, âWhat?â
âDonât think too much about it.â
Your furrow your brows. âHow do you mean?â
âThe wedding,â Jungkook says with a soft smile. âAnd weddings, in general. I know youâre thinking about a few things up in that smart brain of yours. Donât.â
Youâre completely taken aback by his words, but at the same time, youâre not at all that surprised. Jungkook can read you almost like an open book.
Still, you decide to lie.
âIâm not thinking about weddings, weirdo.â
âLiar,â Jungkookâs brow arches, and you know heâs figured out your shit. âYour nostrils flared up. Youâre lying.â
You groan, giving him a light jab at his bicep. Jungkook chuckles.
âMy nostrils do not flare up.â
âIt does so,â Jungkook points out. âLike this.â He stands there on your door and start to purposefully enlarge his nostrils to imitate you.
You roll your eyes. âMy face is not like that when I lie. Go back to your room,â you say, pushing him slightly out of your doorway, ready to close it in front of his face, but you add more, âAnd donât bother me.â
Jungkook stands up straight and gives you a salute. âYes, maâam.â he says in a register octave lower, walking away with laughter as you tell him heâs annoying. You roll your eyes once again before finally closing your bedroom door.
A lot of people may judge your love for romance as naivety, but you really couldnât care less. Even if you get heart broken countless times, love will never fail to make your heart soft and make you feel like youâre floating.
Itâs exactly what you think as you look at Nayeon and her fiance, Minhyuk, on the stage huddled so close together, laughing and giggling to each other. They look so incredibly happy. So connected. So sweet. It brings a feeling of warmth to your heart â to see one of the most important people in your life finally meeting the person she wants to spend the rest of her life with. It makes you melt on the inside to see two people so deeply in love that it emanates in the whole venue of the garden their engagement party is being held at today.
The weather is sunny â not too hot, like the universe knows not to fuck it up for Nayeon and her fiance. Thereâs also a lot of people; their families, some of Nayeonâs friends and probably Minhyukâs â people youâve never seen before. You assume itâs Minhyukâs friends or acquaintances. The guest list for their wedding must be big, but it isnât surprising, given that Minhyuk comes from the big corporate world.
âYou want more champagne?â Jungkook whispers beside you, ready to stand up from his seat.
You stare at him, and you notice his eyes are not even on yours. He has it glued towards a woman across from you. A pretty woman wearing a satin dress that shows off her slender figure. You notice Jungkookâs been looking at her since the beginning of the party.
Shaking your head, you scoff. âYouâre just gonna pick up some woman.â
Jungkook sputters and quickly take his gaze off the woman. âNo, Iâm not. I just think sheâs familiar.â
You raise your brow. âLet me guess⊠one of your hook-ups?â
Jungkook huffs. And then off he goes.
Everybody has their plus-ones except you two, and now that Jungkook is probably off his mission to find a hook-up for the night, youâre left alone as usual.
You donât feel bad about it. The champagne is good and thereâs hors d'oeuvre on the table.
âMiss?â
You look up, finding the owner of the voice.
And holy hell.
âHi.â You greet reluctantly, not sure if he meant you. Youâre also trying to contain a blush from spreading across your cheeks because goddamn, was the man beautiful.
He smiles. Wow. Whoever this is⊠he looks pretty damn good.
âIs this seat taken?â The stranger says, pointing to the now empty seat beside you. You look around but canât really spot Jungkook.
So, you shake your head, gesturing to the chair beside you. âNo, not really. You want to sit here?â
He nods. âAlone?â
âNo, not really⊠but Iâm Nayeonâs friend. Iâm her co-resident at the hospital.â You smile, taking a sip of your champagne thatâs already about to run out. âAre you one of Minhyukâs friends?â
âYou guessed right. Law school friends. Worked at the same firm when he was a practicing lawyer until he quit some time ago,â You nod at that, and he gives you a boyish smile again. He offers his hand for a handshake. âIâm Mingyu, by the way. Kim Mingyu.â
You take his hand.
âIâm ___.â You both laugh when you shake your hands together.
His hands feel rough but at the same time warm. Itâs nice.
âYouâre a doctor?â Mingyu asks, keeping up the conversation.
âYeah. A resident surgeon.â You glance at him. âIâm assuming youâre a lawyer?â
Mingyu nods. âYeah. Corporate.â
âI see.â You nod, looking in front of you again, trying to stray from any eye contact. Heâs way too attractive for your own liking.
âSay⊠I hate to make this about work but I just need to ask real quick,â Mingyu says, and when you look at him, you furrow your brows at the worry in his eyes, suddenly growing nervous at the depth of seriousness itâs showing. âSo, I got here, and I suddenly have this sort of⊠feeling of heart palpitation. Increased heart rate. Itâs like itâs missing a beat and itâs been making me real nervous.â
âOh,â you look at him in concern. âThatâsâ did you drink uh⊠coffee?â He shakes his head. You place your champagne glass on the table and turn your body to him so you can face him properly. You donât know if itâs just the doctor in you, but you forget about pretty much everything when you see or hear someone feeling under normal. âAre you a smoker, then?â You continue your line of questioning.
âI quit years ago.â
âI see⊠okay, uhmâŠâ You look around, trying to look for something. âThereâs a lot of roots for heart palpitations. Does your heart feel like pounding right now? Flip-flopping or something like that?â
Mingyu nods.
âOkay⊠well I canât say for sure â I wish I have stethoscope with me right now. But Iâm gonna lay out all the possible reasons why you might be feeling so. Smokingâs out of the question. You didnât drink coffee, but do you drink more than one cup in a day?â
âNot in the past few weeks, no.â
âSo, youâre not overcaffeinated, then. I really donât want to lay this out on you, but you might want to check in with your doctor if this is not your first time feeling this. Heart palpitations is normal most of the time but Iâve seen lots of people get in these situations and it ends up being arrhythmia, which is a really serious condition.â You look at him straight in the eyes.
Mingyu looks stricken back. âWell⊠are there any more reasons out there thatâs not⊠as dangerous?â
You still in your position.
Oh, right. There is more.
âAre you feeling certain emotions right now? Like, really, strong emotion?â You say, internally face-palming yourself because how can you not remember one of the very basic roots of palpitation!
âYes, I am.â
âWell⊠certain emotions do trigger your heartbeat to accelerate. It might be anxiety⊠fear, panic, stressâŠâ You look at Mingyu, noticing that his once serious face is now forming a smile. That makes you back-track, but you hesitantly continue. â... infatuation.â
And then he says, âI think youâre right off the bat with that one.â
Your lips part slightly. A few seconds passed and then suddenly, what heâs doing registers in your head, and you canât help but to let out a laugh.
âOh my god,â You say in disbelief. âYou werenâtâ you werenât actually asking for medical advice?â
âBad way to flirt with a pretty woman, huh?â Mingyu smiles and itâs so dashing that you shy away from his gaze, but youâre still laughing at the turn of events.
âGod, no. I canât believe I didnât get it earlier.â You say, gingerly placing a palm on your forehead at the embarrassment.
But Mingyu just laughs along with you.
âIt was just bad flirting. Iâm sorry,â He says, sipping from his glass and takes a glance at you. âI can do better.â
You arch your brow. âOh?â
âYeah. If you let me. Say, Friday, ten oâclock?â
You chuckle. âThat was really smooth.â
Mingyu was about to say something when suddenly, you hear a familiar voice approaching your direction.
âMingyu?â When you look up, you see Jungkook. You eye him in confusion, wondering how the hell he knew Mingyuâs name.
But then Mingyu speaks and you grow even more confused.
âJeon Jungkook?â
âOh hey, itâs you,â Jungkook says, and he looks genuinely surprised. Mingyu stands up from his seat to give Jungkook a hug, slapping him on the back â kind of like how guys usually greet each other. You watch as Jungkook reluctantly reciprocates it.
âYou work with Nayeon?â Mingyu asks, and even with a smile on his face, you can see heâs also in disbelief to be seeing Jungkook.
Jungkook nods at him, still looking a bit stricken. You canât figure out if itâs just his surprised face or something else. Youâve never seen him look so⊠stunned like this before. Nevertheless, he says, âYeah. How âbout you?â
âBeen with Lee and Song for the past three years, Minhyukâs previous firm before he quit and went out to the business world.â Mingyu chuckles, tapping Jungkookâs back.
Jungkook smiles. âThatâs crazy, man. I canât believe weâll meet here again.â
Mingyu, seemingly sharing the same sentiment, says, âMan, itâs been, like, whatâ almost ten years?â
âYeah, yeah, too long, man.â Jungkook nods, chuckling slightly.
You hate to interrupt, but youâre confused, and you need to confirm something.
âWait,â You butt in, making them both look at you. âYou know each other?â
Jungkook sits across from you while Mingyu follows.
âWe did pre-med together during undergrad.â Mingyu says.
âYou did pre-med in undergrad?â You look at Mingyu incredulously, and he nods with a bashful smile on his face. You squint your eyes at him, feeling slightly betrayed that he asked you all that stuff earlier when the whole while he has a pre-med degree.
Jungkook cuts in.
âHow the hell do you two know each other?â He said, leaning back and pointing between you two. It seems like heâs finally out of the trance he was in earlier.
âI just met him today.â You tell Jungkook, blinking your eyes at him.
âWell, how about you two? How do you know each other?â Mingyu asks and the whole thing suddenly feels like watching a game of tennis somehow.
Youâre about to answer when Jungkook beats you to it.
âWeâre co-workers. Together with Nayeon.â
Mingyu nods his head and then turns to you, âSo not his girlfriend, then?â
âWhat? No!â you didnât mean for it to come out that violently, so you repeat it in a gentler manner this time. âI mean no. What?â
Mingyu turns to Jungkook whoâs now looking confused.
âI was just asking her out for a date.â
You suddenly feel blood rushing to your cheeks at his straightforwardness. In front of Jungkook, out of all people! You arenât embarrassed! You just feel weird and shy.
But Jungkook looks at you as if silently asking you if Mingyuâs being serious. You tuck your bottom lip under your teeth.
Then he nods his head slowly. âReally?â Jungkook chuckles, looking at you. âWhatâd you say?â
Mingyu looks at you with a hopeful smile. âWhat do you say?â
You feel weird about doing the whole thing in front of someone, but you look at Mingyu again â how attractive he is, his charming smile, his physique, and his charisma⊠and you donât think itâd be too bad to chance at least one date with him.
So, you nod, avoiding Jungkookâs sudden way too intense gaze.
âI would like to,â But he cocks his head to the side. You chuckle, adding, âYes, Mingyu. Iâd like to go out with you.â
âWoah!â
âJungkook, please knock!â
You look at Jungkook irritably while you lock your stud earring, standing up from your chair in front of the vanity table to pick up your purse from the edge of your bed.
âI was just going to borrow your hair dryer.â Jungkook says, trudging inside your room freely which makes you roll your eyes at him.
You watch as he expertly makes his way to your vanity table and slides one of the drawers, taking out the hair dryer.
âYou need to buy your own one.â You say with a straight face.
But Jungkook just stands there for a while, and when his stare goes on longer than necessary, you start feeling conscious.
âWhat.â
âWhat are you so⊠dolled up for?â
You jab him on the chest when you get near him, enough to make him wince. âWhat an asshole way to say I look good.â
Jungkook laughs. Your heart drops.
Most of the time, you understand that your dynamic consists of teasing and bantering with each other until one of you gets pissed off. Thatâs usually you. But they never go too far â youâve built a foundation of respect in your relationship which you love. However, sometimes, there are moments when youâre under a certain kind of pressure â like right now in which you only have twenty minutes before Mingyu arrives to pick you up outside of your building complex and you still havenât done your hair â and Jungkook laughing while looking at you is not helping.
The faux confidence falls as fast as that.
âOkay, Jungkook, can you just tell me nicely if this dress looks ridiculous or if I put too much make-up on?â You say, failing not to sound defensive.
Jungkookâs quick to halt his laughter, and he looks taken aback at your clipped tone.
âWhat? I didnât say anything.â
âYou were laughing at me.â You point out, turning around to rummage through your make-up products scattered on the top surface of the furniture, thinking that maybe you overblushed. So, you look at yourself in the mirror.
Jungkook situates himself on your vanity table so youâll look at him.
âWhaâ you thought I was laughing at you?â You donât answer, checking if your cheeks are way too pink, purposefully ignoring him. âOkay, thatâsâ I wasnât. Iâm sorry if you thought I was. I laughed at your words, not the way you look.â
You let out a sharp breath, look at him angrily, ready to present more argument, but you see the look of sincerity on his face and you realize then that youâre being borderline sensitive.
You sigh. âIâm sorry.â
âHey,â Jungkook places a gentle hand on your shoulder.
You pout at him. âItâs just⊠first date jitters. I feel slightly anxious, I donât know,â You sigh again, âI bought this dress two days ago.â You say, looking down at it. It has a tube top with thin straps, fitting your upper half like a glove but flows prettily to the bottom, stopping just about four inches above your knee.
âIt looks good on you.â Jungkook comments, and you quint your eyes at him.
âYou swear?â
Jungkook rolls his eyes. âWhy would I lie?â
âTo make me feel better, I donât know,â Then you canât help but chuckle. âAnyway, does my make-up look okay? I didnât put too much blush?â
âYou have lipstick on your teeth,â Jungkook says, baring his own to emphasize what he meant.
âShit.â You panic, quickly ducking down to check it in the mirror.
You soon realize Jungkook was fucking with you when you hear him laughing beside you.
âI hate you.â You hiss, pushing his thighs so he can get off your vanity table. He remains on his seat, fighting your force while laughing. âUgh, donât you have a date of your own or something?â You groan as you take the hair straightener on the side, sitting back down again on the chair to straighten a certain part of your hair again so itâs looks nothing but perfect.
âOhh, so you are going on a date.â Jungkook says as if he wasnât there in front of you when Mingyu asked you out.
You give him a weird look. âWith Mingyu, remember?â
âOh, right.â Heâs quiet for awhile, and then, âYouâre really dating him?â
You put down the hair straightener.
âYeah⊠why?â
Jungkook shakes his head. âNothing.â
But you want to insist. âHeâs your friend. You told me heâs a nice guy.â
He nods his head. âThatâs true.â
You eye him suspiciously. âYouâre making me nervous.â
Jungkook chuckles and pats your head. You scowl at him and slap his wrist.
âYouâre like a cat,â Jungkook comments. âAnyway, I told you, itâs nothing. Itâs justâŠâ He trails off. You look at him, waiting for his continuation.
You donât expect the genuine smile he sends your way.
âI wish it works out for you this time.â
Lips parted, you think about what to say to that, but nothing comes out of your mouth.
Jungkook gets off the table and brings with him your blow dryer. Before he heads out completely, he tells you, âAnd donât worry about how you look. Mingyu likes pretty women. Youâre exactly his type.â
âReally, mini-golf?â You ask Mingyu, but he already has his fingers intertwined with you as you both enter the course.
Youâve just had dinner at some fancy restaurant that served, admittedly, good steak. He told you it was some sort of special place for him; where he takes himself to whenever he closes a deal or wins a case. You tried not to think too much about what it meant that he brought you there â given that youâre only on your first date.
But hey, maybe he thought you deserve to eat good steak? Thatâs probably what it was.
You donât ask.
You thought the night was over when you finished your meal and good two glasses of Malbec, but Mingyu commented in his car that heâd love to burn off the food for a moment â and you didnât really want to leave just yet.
So, you end up at Pier 26, and Mingyuâs enthusiastic.
âCome on, itâll be fun.â He says, and you have no choice but to follow behind him.
âI really donât know how.â You tell him, smile bashful as you watch him carry the golf club, walking towards the direction of the ball.Â
âWhatâs up with that? Iâll teach you,â Mingyu says, putting down the club and unbuttoning his cuff to push his sleeves up to his forearms.
You try not to focus too much on the veins that show up at the action and how his biceps are almost fighting to pop out of his sleeves. His hands look so big compared to yours when he offers it to get you to stand beside him.
âReally? Youâre gonna teach me like a big⊠macho man?â You tease, taking his hand nonetheless.
Mingyu smiles once youâre beside him, placing himself behind you, guiding your hands so you can hold the club together.
You can feel his breath on your neck as he instructs you what to do. âYou just have to stand like this,â He lets go of your hands in favour of your hips, and your breath hitches when he whispers, âLook ahead, and you just⊠let go.â
The golf ball jumps out of the line and you giggle at the way it completely misses the hole.
âThat was⊠wow.â Mingyu says, staring at the ball.
âShut up! Okay, okay, Iâll try it alone.â You say, dismissing his incredulous look, a bit embarrassed at your performance.
From your periphery, you see Mingyu closely watching you as you grip the golf club a little less tight this time so itâs not too tense when you hit the ball. Squinting your eyes, you eye the goal and let out a controlled breath. You relax your posture just like he taught you and when you finally hit the ball, it lands right in the hole perfectly.
You turn to look at Mingyu immediately with widened eyes, and when he gives you a huge grin, you do a little jump out of excitement.
âOh my god, I did that!â
Mingyu chuckles at your enthusiasm. And due to the high of hitting the goal once, you agree to another round until it turns into a session.
You only stopped when you got tired. Nonetheless, you realize itâs actually something youâre good at, and that geeks you inside. Meanwhile, Mingyu suggested you walk around the park for a little while.
Mingyu told you he was just going to buy some food at a stall, but as you sit on the bench to wait for him, you think about how youâd like to go with Jungkook here some time to challenge him to mini-golf. You almost always never beat him to any games⊠surely, he must not know mini-golf, right? You can finally have the upper hand, if ever.
âIce cream?â Mingyu returns from the stall and extends the cone to you. You try not to show your wince. Youâre lactose intolerant.
âThanks.â You say, not wanting to make a big deal out of it. Itâs not that bad, and you want this date to be perfect. Mingyu joins you on the bench.
The nightâs cold and you regret not bringing your blazer with you and leaving it in his car instead.
âYou know,â you start to strike up a conversation. âIâm still pretty shocked you studied pre-med.â
Mingyu chuckles. âWhy?â
âI donât know⊠but in hindsight, I shouldâve known the moment you asked me about âheart palpitationsâ.â You say, quoting the last two words, trying to tease him.
âI really thought that was a good idea, huh?â
You snort. âIt wasââ you gesture with your hand, pursing your lips. âPretty lame, yeah. But admittedly⊠it was cute. So, there.â
Mingyu laughs. âThanks. I also thought that was a brilliant way to flirt with a doctor.â
You shake your head, laughing at him.
Silence sits in the air for a while until he speaks.
âYou know what they say? Study law when you donât know what to do after getting a degree, so law it was.â Mingyu shrugs.
âYou didnât see yourself as a doctor then?â You ask curiously.
âNot really. Didnât really think too much about it when I chose a pre-med program as my major. Soon realized it wasnât for me. I was lost in law school too for a good couple of years, though. But I love it now,â Mingyu looks at you whoâs intently listening. âYou? You always wanted to be a doctor?â
You look ahead, nodding. âFor as long as I can remember.â
âJust like Jungkook, huh?â Mingyu chuckles. âHe really wanted it a lot. I remember him excelling during those moving tests. He had a lot of people getting jealous over him for balancing his school and basketball lives so well, you know?â
You furrow your brows. âHe did basketball?â
âYeah. We were in the varsity team together.â
âHah.â You smile. Jungkook. A jock. âThat makes sense.â
âThat Iâm a jock?â Mingyu asks with a teasing smile on his face.
You didnât mean him, but regardless, you nod, finding that it also applies to him. âYou look like someone who plays basketball.â
âAnd whatâs the diagnosis of that, doctor?â Mingyu leans closer.
You nibble on your bottom lip.
âLetâs say you have a⊠chronic jock face.â You say, not backing down from Mingyuâs sudden challenge of eye contact.
âI donât know if thatâs a good thing. Is that a good thing?â
You chuckle. âIt just means that you are conventionally attractive.â
âAh,â he nods, but you notice his hand making its way around your waist. You donât make a move to protest it. âThen, can a conventionally attractive guy like me chance a kiss with a pretty girl like you?â
Your breath hitch when he leans his face closer. One more inch and his lips will lock against yours.
âYeah.â
Mingyu doesnât waste a second longer and leans in to plant his lips on yours. Itâs nothing short of a peck when he breaks away from the contact, but when you look up at him with parted lips, he goes back to kissing you again, cupping your cheek and angling your face towards him better, this time taking you closer by your waist.
It starts off as something experimental, like heâs testing the waters first. But when you take out your tongue to prod the side of his mouth, he does the same and inserts his tongue in yours.
You did not really think that youâd end up making out of some bench at a park, but here you are.
âOh,â you unintentionally let out a low moan, and you hear a guttural sound coming out from his throat. Your hands come up to fist his collar as some sort of support, and Mingyu responds with a slight pinch to your hip.
You break away from the kiss to regain your breathing, and Mingyu takes that as an opportunity to plant kisses across your cheek down to your jaw. Sighing at the sensation, you close your eyes as you let yourself get drowned in the feeling of his soft lips against your skin.
But when you open your eyes, you see people walking by at a short distance and thatâs when you wake up from your trance.
âMingyu,â You call him, but heâs too busy kissing your neck. âHey, I think we shouldnât do this here.â
Mingyu stops. Then, he looks at you, eyes hooded, hair a mess, his lips swollen, some of your lipstick getting on it.
Your blood flows to your cheek at the sight. He looks unbelievably hot. God, what more if he was under you and you were doing more than just kissing andâ no, no. Not going there. Absolutely no thoughts of ⊠there.
âFuck, Iâm sorry,â Mingyu says after seemingly snapping himself out of the trance as well. âShit. I really am.â
He looks so apologetic, so you put your hand over his arm.
âItâs fine. Just uh⊠letâs take it slow?â You tell him.
Mingyu gives you a small smile.
âSlow. Yeah. Letâs do it slow.â
What's the definition of slow, anyway?
The tension at the park was too much and you made out some more in his car with heavy petting that may have included Mingyu copping a feel of your boob and you coyishly feeling out the bulge in his pants.
Safe to say, you havenât been able to stop thinking about it since.
You started coming over to his place, but you still havenât had sex. Not yet at least. You havenât even taken off your clothes in front of each other yet. Suddenly, you remember being eighteen and just making out with your boyfriend â the territory of any form of sex prohibited for some reason. Somehow, you two have never gotten around that for the past few weeks youâve hung out. It may be because you always stop it before it happens, but itâs not because you donât want to; just that it feels like youâre going to a place you wonât know how to go back to.
So, itâs mostly date nights, a sneaky coffee hung during the afternoon when youâre not particularly busy and your schedule aligns, and making out in his car until your pager beeps or when his phone rings.
And as good as Mingyu may be with his lips when he locks them with yours, heâs more than what you thought he was.
You have to admit that you had doubts when you first met him. You donât trust a lot of good-looking men, because they always end up being assholes. He also has the face of a guy who â in a cliche fashion â likes to break womenâs hearts on a regular basis. You went to the first date a little hopeful of something real, but you knew your luck with romance isnât the best â may be the worst youâve ever known â but recently, youâre starting to think that maybe the poisonâs wearing out and Mingyu may just be⊠decent.
Decent enough to be a boyfriend. Your boyfriend.
And it feels so weird to think so. Youâve been single for so long, and sure, you went to a lot of dates during the past two years but Mingyuâs going on two months, and everything just seems so⊠right. Like this can be it.
You hate having wishful thinking. You hate getting your hopes high. But god, he makes it so hard.
âYou going with us later?â Nayeon asks, stretching her neck while looking at you.
Youâre all currently at some abandoned ward at the hospital where you take quick breaks from your shift to eat or talk for a while.
âWhere to?â You ask, taking a bite off Taehyungâs egg sandwich which he gave you earlier.
âWeâre going out for barbecue tonight. Jungkook didnât tell you?â Doyeon says, coming back from her quick trip to the vending machine.
You look at them confused. âNo, he didnât tell me about⊠barbecue or going out.â
As if on cue, Jungkook arrives in the scene.
âSheâs not coming with us,â Jungkook says, and you look at him with visible offense on your expression. âSheâs going out with her boyfriend tonight.â
The room quickly becomes rowdy at the declaration, and you flip Taehyung off when you hear him let out a lighthearted âbooâ.
âOh my god,â Nayeon squeals. âMingyuâs your boyfriend now?â She asks, going over to the bed youâre sitting on, huddling closer to you ready to hear some gossip.
Doyeon looks surprised as well.
You look at Jungkook to give him a death glare. The fucker just puts his hands up in the air.
âNo, godâ why would you believe him?â You huff out, rolling your eyes. âMingyuâs not my boyfriend.â Nayeonâs shoulders deflate. âYet.â You add, and suddenly, she smiles. You take a glance at Doyeon who looks at Jungkook subtly. Or not so subtly, since you saw her. She didnât seem to notice.
But Jungkook just wears a smug expression as he approaches you closer.
âSee?â He shrugs, plopping himself on the same bed beside you. He looks at everybody. âShe barely goes home nowadays.â
âShut up, Jungkook!â You say, continuously hitting him on the arm as he makes little effort to dodge them.
But as usual, your friends love to bully you and join in the teasing.
âSo, you joining or what?â Taehyung says after a while.
You actually had plans with Mingyu tonight. Just the usual dinner at his place and some movie and some fooling around, but you remember Jungkookâs teasing and felt the competitive need for him to not be right.
Besides, you donât want to be the kind of friend who suddenly ditches their friends just because theyâre starting to date â and you know that beneath their good-natured chaff is a genuine feeling of sulk because youâve been admittedly bailing out on all your hangs lately.
It isnât even that much because you donât get to hang outside the hospital often â but you usually do go out on Fridays or Saturdays for some barbecue and go to a KTV bar afterwards. Itâs sort of like became a tradition at this point, and it dawns on you that you havenât been present in them for the past few weeks, which makes you feel bad.
âIâm coming with.â
Jungkook immediately eyes you with an arched brow. âFor real?â
You challenge him with a look. âYes, why?â
âI just remember you mentioning youâre going to Mingyuâs tonight.â
âEh,â you shrug. âIâm just gonna tell him Iâm hanging out with you all. No big deal.â You say, believing what you said. Mingyuâs come accustomed to your group of friends and youâre both adults who live separate lives. As far as you know him, he wouldnât be making a big deal out of you cancelling on a plan. You think heâll understand. You hope he does.
âOh my god, donât!â Nayeon cuts in. âDonât worry about us. Go date your hot lawyer boyfriend right now. Are you insane?â
You look at her incredulously. âWhat are you talking about?â
Doyeon looks at you, nodding her head. âNayeonâs right. If itâs between a date with my boyfriend or having barbecue with Taehyung and Jungkook, Iâd rather be with my boyfriend,â She looks at the two guys. âNo offense.â
âAs if I donât want to be with my girlfriend either tonight?â Taehyung says in disbelief.
Doyeon rolls her eyes, but she lets out a low chuckle.
âWaitâ why are we fighting right now? If __ wants to cancel her date with Mingyu to come with us for barbecue night, then let her be.â Jungkook says.
In the corner, Taehyung crosses his arms and sends a certain look Jungkookâs way.
âDonât get too excited, Jungkook.â
Jungkook and you pretty much have the same exact reaction at that.
âWhat the hell does that mean?â
You feel a slight pinch to your arm.
âAw!â You slap Jungkookâs bicep for what he did. âWhat the hell!â
âI said it first.â
âYouâre a child.â You roll your eyes.
Taehyung raises his hand. âI think youâre both twelve-year-olds trapped in thirty-year-old surgeonsâ bodies.â
âTwelveâs too generous, I think theyâre mentally still in first grade.â Doyeon comments.
You donât get to rebut as you see a glimpse of the resident chief coming your way. It seems that the rest noticed the same thing, and suddenly, youâre all scrambling from your comfortable positions on the ER beds and going your separate ways to the hallways.
You went to your go-to-barbecue restaurant as soon as your shift ended for the day.
The eating becomes a drinking session until everybody tapped out but you and Jungkook. More like, you, because Jungkook wasnât drinking at all. Doyeon was the first one to call herself an Uber, and then Nayeon and Taehyung had to leave because they have an early shift the next day.
âDonât you have a shift tomorrow?â You ask Jungkook, downing another shot glass of soju. Your alcohol tolerance is not that high nor is it that low, but after two bottles â you admit youâre starting to feel a little dazed.
âYeah. Afternoon.â Jungkook responds. When he sees you pouring yourself another glass again, he takes the shot and downs it himself.
âRude!â You pout at him.
âYouâre all red and shit, itâs time to tap out.â Jungkook chuckles when you show him an even deeper frown. âCome on, itâs nearing twelve.â
âIâm so tired.â You whine, not even bothering to take your glass back from him, just letting your shoulder deflate and bowing your head down, your eyes becoming droopier by the second.
After four years of residency, you feel like you have started to operate on autopilot somehow. Wake up at fuck-ass oâclock at dawn to prep for work and finish a varying number of hours of shift for the week. You admittedly barely get time to partake in leisure activities â and itâs not new per say. Itâs just like in med school except youâre actually doing the real thing now and instead of grades, real lives are involved and at stake â which puts an even bigger weight on your shoulders.
Itâs why youâre thankful to Mingyu; for his presence⊠for starting to invite you to his place rather than eat out. Donât get it twistedâ you love the bougie dinners and all that, but his penthouse is definitely way more comfortable.
But lately youâve forgotten about what it is like to hang out with your friends outside of the five-minute breaks in the hospital â and times like these you love letting yourself loose and relax because, hey, you deserve it a little!
âShould I buy you soup to drink in the car?â You can hear Jungkook ask. You donât answer. âYeah, I should buy you soup.â He tells himself.
And then you see him going to the counter only to come back after a few minutes with a paperbag in his hand.
âYouâre drunk.â He announces.
You snicker. âIâm not.â
âYou sure are.â Jungkook shakes his head as he takes you by your waist to help you stand up.
âJust feeling a little dizzy, âs all.â You mumble when you fall against his neck upon straightening your legs.
âYouâre not just a little dizzy, silly.â Jungkook whispers against your head.
You hum as a response and you can feel the vibration on his chest as he laughs at you. He doesnât say another word as he guides your steps outside of the restaurant, and before you know it, youâre situated in the passenger seat of his car, with him wearing your seatbelt around you.
âThanks.â You give him a lopsided smile, shifting around in the space to get more comfortable.
âWelcome, your highness.â You giggle at his response. âDrink up, itâs gonna help you sober up.â He says, handing you the paper bowl of soup he bought from the restaurant a few minutes ago.
You groan, taking it from him and slowly sip from the cup. Jungkook tells you to get his water flask from his backpack on the back seat when you finish your soup.
The soup and water relieve you from the acid reflux you feel in your stomach. Only slightly. Because when you close your eyes and lean back on the seat more comfortably, thatâs when you feel something in your throat.
âJungkook,â You call him.
âHm?â
âI think I want to puke.â
Jungkook immediately turns to look at you. âFor real?â
You bite your bottom lip, nodding your head repeatedly.
âOkay, shitâ wait,â Jungkook looks around for something. Probably a plastic bag or whatever. But when he finishes scoping the area around the interior of his car, he seems to find nothing. When he glances at the rearview mirror, he takes a reverse and suddenly, he turns off the ignition of his car. âIâll park here for a while. Letâs go outside.â
He gets out of the car first before opening your door. You think youâre fine to walk on your own, but you donât oppose to Jungkook wrapping his arm around your waist and leading you to aâŠ
Playground. The swings, in particular.
âSit here for a bit.â He instructs, holding the chains steady for you as he waits until youâre sitting on it. He runs towards the car, and you feel way too weird in the throat to ask him why.
You recognize the place thatâs not exactly far away from your complex. Maybe a ten-minute drive away.
Jungkook comes back with a crumpled plastic bag. Itâs from a familiar provision shop. Probably was in his compartment glove the whole time.
âHere,â he hands you the plastic. âIâll help you.â
You get it from him and shake your head.
âNo, itâs fine.â
âI donât mind.â
You look at him straight in the eye. âYouâre not gonna help me puke, Jungkook.â
Jungkook stares at you for a while and then sighs. He holds the chains of your swing again, standing beside you, putting his hand in his pockets.
âOkay. Puke your heart out.â
You snort. You open the plastic bag and get a feel of that weird invasive push in your throat â until you realize Jungkook is watching you.
Looking up at him, you whine, âJungkook. Donât watch.â
Jungkook furrows his brows. âIâm not watching.â
âItâs gross.â You say, a bit embarrassed. The whole thingâs embarrassing, to be honest. Jungkook taking care of you because you got stupid drunk. Itâs not the first time, and there were definitely a lot more occurrences worse than this â youâre just grateful he hasnât kicked you out of a curb. Yet.
âWatching somebody puke?â He scoffs as he says your name. âWe literally amputated a leg today, and FYI, Iâm just scared youâre gonna have some serious complication while puking.â
You frown becauseâ okay. Fair. He has valid points.
âOkay. Well. Iâm not gonna die puking. So, turn around or stand back there at the slides far from me.â
âSeriously?â Jungkook asks, disbelief painting his voice.
You just nod. Thankfully, he doesnât say any more and obediently walks about five steps away from you, acquiescing to your request.
It takes you a few minutes to settle yourself before you let out the accumulation of what youâve digested for the day. Your throat feels crass when youâre done, and your stomach feels empty. When you look ahead, your head still feels like itâs floating. But at least you feel a little better now.
âDrink this,â Jungkook approaches you again and gives you his tumbler once again. You drink from it quickly and quietly. âFeel okay now?â
You hum, nodding and smiling up at him.
âThanks, Kook.â
He only mirrors your smile and goes to sit on the swing beside you. âYou wanna go home now?â
You nibble on your bottom lip, contemplating his question. As you look around, you notice itâs so... solemn. Itâs midnight, after all. Thereâs a sort of eerie calmness with the cricket sounds but the wind is nice and the dark skies project twinkling lights.
âItâs so nice here,â You say instead.
âIâll take that as a no.â Jungkook chuckles and you follow.
You look at him and sincerely, you ask, âJust for a few minutes, please?â
Jungkookâs quick to say, âOkay.â
His voice is just as gentle as the night breeze.
âThank you.â
âItâs nothing. Youâre sobering up?â
âEh. Iâm getting there.â
âGood.â
You look at him again. âThank you.â
Jungkook sends you a confused look, but thereâs a smile on his face.
âI heard that.â
You chuckle. âAnd Iâm saying it again. Thank you.â
Jungkook shakes his head. âAlright. Youâre welcome. Times two. And youâre not allowed to say it again.â
You both laugh at the exchange. The silence that follows after that is comfortable.
âYou know, you still remember Changsub? My first boyfriend?â Jungkook nods at your words. âHe asked me to be his girlfriend at a playground. Some old one in our hometown.â You pause for a while, recalling that memory. You laugh because it was just⊠so long ago. But the pictures are still so vivid in your head.
âSweet. Too bad heâs an asshole, huh?â Jungkook comments, having known most of your relationship history.
âYeah,â You shrug, laughing still. âBut I, uhm, I remember a day after thatâ I had, like, this whole scenario in my head. I pictured a few years down the line, heâs on his knees and heâs showing me a ring asking me to be his wife on the very same playground. I thought it would be really sweet if he proposed to me at the same place.â
âWow.â Jungkook muses, and you chuckle at the reaction.
âI know. It was crazy. I mean, why the hell was I thinking about getting married at that time? I was literally only sixteen and I think I had an AP assignment due the day after that. I was just so in my head.â You say, looking at Jungkook who has a smile of amusement on his face.
And then your laughter fades.
âI was so naive that time. But then I was also naive at twenty. And JungkookâŠâ You bite your bottom lip, feeling it quiver when you look into his eyes this time. âIâm afraid that Iâm still naive at thirty.â
Jungkook calls your name softly, noticing the drop on your tone and the shift from playful to⊠melancholic.
You close your eyes and draw a deep breath.
âI like Mingyu. I really like him a lot,â And the declaration feels weird verbally announced. Youâve thought it for the past few weeks youâve been with him â but youâve both never said it to each other. Not yet. But saying it out loud now â it feels different. It feels real. And youâre so scared. âAnd we enjoy each otherâs company a lot that I feel like he likes me just as much as I like him. You know, we kissed on the first date. I donât usually kiss on the first date. But I like him so much that I did.â
You look at Jungkook sadly. You gauge the look on his face, but he just sits there with an unreadable expression on his face, though he listens. He always does. Youâre not particularly looking for any response, anyway. And he just seems to know so well that right now, you just want to vent.
âItâs so embarrassing to say but I feel like heâs it, Kook.â You swallow the lump in your throat. âAnd I feel like⊠like the last time I felt this way about someone was with Eunwoo. And that was four years agoââ You let your head fall slightly. âAnd Iâm so scared.â You donât intend the crack in your voice when you say it.
âHey,â Jungkook calls you again, turning his body towards you, reaching out to hold your arm.
âWhat if Iâm wrong? Again?â You tell him.
It takes Jungkook a few seconds to answer.
âI think, __, that youâre a person with a big heart,â You scoff with a smile on your face at that. You get that a lot. But Jungkook insists, âI think you have so much love to give, you know? And I think⊠Mingyuâs a lucky guy if he gets to receive it.â
That makes your lips curl. Touched.
âYou think so?â
Jungkook only nods.
âWhy canât you be nice to me like this all the time?â You crack a joke.
âIâm always nice to you,â Jungkook says in disbelief, obviously finding your words absurd. You only laugh but now Jungkook turns serious, and you fear you might have induced a genuine worry in him. âAm I not always nice to you?â
âYou always tease me and shit in front of our friends but so incredibly sweet when weâre all alone.â
Jungkook stutters when he says, âWell⊠thatâs my love language. Teasing you.â
You squint your eyes at him. âAwe, you love me?â
âOkay, fuck off.â
You burst into laughter when Jungkook rolls his eyes at you.
âHey, swing me.â
You tell Jungkook, situating yourself more comfortably on the wooden platform attached to the chains.
âA dollar per minute.â He says, standing up from his own seat and placing himself behind you.
âI thought you hate capitalism? What is this?â
âThis is forced labor.â Jungkook says with a groan that you think is a feigned exasperation, since you begin to feel movement right after it.
âYou broke my hairdryer the other day. Consider this your compensation.â You look up at him to give him a smarmy smile.
Fom where youâre seated, you realize just how⊠big his presence is. Itâs not the looming, ominous type, though â itâs quite the opposite. When Jungkook surrounds you, you find a bit of comfort in it â a huge one if you want to be honest to yourself.
âAnd I already bought you a new one. Weâre even.â Jungkook squints his eyes at you.
You laugh.
âYouâre gonna borrow and break it again.â
He visibly winces. âTouchĂ©.â
Jungkook swings you while you talk about your day, just like usual. He asks you about your laparoscopy that kept you from having lunch with the rest of your friends at the hospital earlier that day, about your new scrub cap, and you gossip a little about the new lab tech having a crush on the scrub nurse you both know.
For all his complaints earlier, Jungkook seemingly doesnât seem to mind having swung you for the past ten minutes now. Heâs relaxed and gentle with his movements, and his voice is quaint and soft as he talks to you.
But then you start to feel bad for him so you tell him to stop, standing up from the swing.
âOkay, your turn.â
Jungkook gives you a big grin.
âNice.â
You chuckle at his enthusiasm when he sits on the swing chair this time around. But when you attempt a push, he barely moves, prompting him to laugh.
âWhat weak ass push was that?â He says incredulously, looking at you.
You jut your bottom lip out. âYouâre heavy and Iâm drunk.â
The second time you push him is more forceful but then Jungkook voices out a complaint after the third, fourth, and every single time you do it. You roll your eyes at his tantrums, but then suddenly, you think of a much better idea.
You push him off the swing with all your remaining strength even though your body feels like jelly from all the alcohol you consumed an hour ago.
âWhat the fuck, __?â
You burst out in boisterous laughter at Jungkookâs state, his hands and knees planted on the ground. He then sits on it, clapping his palms together to get rid of some dust that gathered on his skin.
Without thinking too much about it, you make quick steps over to his direction and situate yourself beside him.
Jungkook looks at you, confused, but you only give him a grin.
âLetâs lie on the ground.â
âWhat? No!â Jungkook immediately opposes it. As you expected.
You scrunch your face. âOh! Look at me! Iâm Jeon Jungkook and Iâm a germaphobe and Iâm afraid of dirt!â You say, intentionally making your voice a pitch higher.
Jungkook deadpans. âPathogens can kill your cellsâ metabolic machinery, so, yeah? Iâm afraid of dirt.â
You roll your eyes at him and while he goes off about how they can also cause a toxic massive immune reaction, you push his chest forcefully which catches him off guard, prompting him to lay on the ground. Before he can say anything, you take his arm out to spread beside you and you use it to rest your head on.
Jungkook stops his rambling after that.
âSee, shut up.â You say, backhanding him slightly on the chest. You fix your gaze at the skies.
âThe sky is beautiful tonight. Worry about your pathogens next time.â
Jungkook chuckles, and you feel the vibration of his body as he does so, being so close to him.
As you peer up to look at him, you see him folding his other arm to lie his head on it.
You smile, going back to looking at the sky.
âThis is like in The Notebook.â Jungkook says after a beat of silence.
âRight?â You grin. âAnd with the pathogens, too.â You tease.
Jungkook laughs, pinching your arm in his reach. âGod, shut up about your pathogens.â
You chuckle at the irony.
âThatâs me,â you point upwards, referring to a big twinkling light in the sky. Then, you move your finger towards the star beside it. âAnd then thatâs you, âcause Iâm a bigger star than you.â
You feel Jungkook look at you from his position. âYou are so drunk.â
That causes you to giggle, clutching your stomach because you canât stop laughing at pretty much everything tonight.
âI feel like I'm not anymore. My head just feels like itâs floating but no, definitely not drunk.â
âWhatever you say.â Jungkook says, chest vibrating from laughing at you.
âHm. Race you to sleep, Jungkook.â You snuggle on his armpit. As you do, you smell a waft of your water lily springs body wash from Bath and Body Works. âCan you stop using my body wash?â
âWhat?â You can hear Jungkook say, but as he calls your name and more, his voice starts fading. â__? Hey, donât sleep on me.â
You hum, eyes still closed.
â__, hey!â Jungkook grazes your arms. You can feel your head moving as Jungkook starts to sit, guiding your back to sit upright. He calls you again, gently tapping your cheek to wake you up.
The truth is, youâre really sleepy, but not so much that you canât hear him anymore or move on your own.
Jungkook gives up trying to wake you up, though, convinced by your acting. Soon, he goes over in front of you, reaching for your arms and placing them around his neck.
âJust put your legs around me, yeah?â He whispers against your hair once youâre glued against his back.
You hum, intending it to sound like a mumble so Jungkook thinks you donât actually understand.
Jungkook fixes your legs around him, standing up, bouncing a little to get you nice and snug in his back. You smile at the prospect of a piggyback ride.
âI know youâre awake, silly,â He says suddenly, his voice painted with amusement.
You stifle your laughter against his neck, breaking your supposed to be convincing act.
âRace you to the car, Kook.â you whisper into his ear.
Jungkook scoffs, but he doesnât say anything more until you reach his car. He wears your seatbelt for you, though, and tells you to drink more water from his tumbler.
You fall asleep easily mid-drive.
In the morning, you wake up with a banging headache, your eyes catching the sight of a post-it note on your desk with one tab of Advil.
morning/afternoon stinky i made porridge before i left for my shift just heat it up again when you wake up ps: your medical bill from my personal care will be discussed later when i get back home. no friends discount allowed â your angelic friend, kookie
You chuckle at the (annoyingly elaborate) sketch of an angry bunny on the side.
âMingyu,â you call his attention. Mingyu turns to look at you. âThis is a really nice place.â
He smiles at your remark. Mingyu moves his hand from your waist to your lower back as he leads you to the entrance door.
âIâm glad you think so. Iâve been wanting to bring you here for a while.â
When you both reach the door, Mingyu introduces himself to the butler. You let the two of them talk for a while, him confirming his reservation, your eyes roaming around the restaurant and taking in the classy interior.
âPlease follow me, Mr. Kim and Ms. __,â
The butler gestures inside and you both follow behind him.
Itâs another one of your date nights. While it isnât unusual for you both to get fancy with dinners, youâve gotten used to the casual dinners youâve been having at his own place with take-outs and his impressive cooking.
But tonight is a little different. Thereâs a certain something in the air â especially when Mingyu especially asked you to dress a little more formally. He always has a suit on naturally with his line of work, but tonight heâs wearing a particularly shiny one. The tie is something youâve never seen before, but maybe you just like to think that. You on the other hand settled for an indigo satin dress that hugs your figure like a glove and shows just enough skin. Youâve always thought you looked good in it.
And you think itâs perfect for when Mingyu asks something that will change the trajectory of your relationship for good.
Today marks the third month since you started seeing each other. You donât know if heâs aware of it â but itâs been, indeed, whole three months. An monthsary some sort? Granted, thereâs no official label to it, at least not yet. But with the fancy set-up and the way he cryptically replied to when you asked him what the whole thing was for tonight, you think he does know. And this is his idea of surprise.
Of course, you donât let yourself get obsessed with the idea lest you end up with only mere assumptions.
âThank you.â You both say to the butler as he leads you both to your table. He gives you the menu book and you take your sweet time to choose from the selection, giving the butler your orders after a few minutes.
When he leaves, Mingyu looks at you wearing his usual charming smile.
You donât think youâll ever tire of his face.
âThis is really fancy,â You tell him, smiling.
âItâs sort of like special place,â Mingyu chuckles. âYou know, Mr. Yangâ the senior partner over at workâ officially announced me as partner here.â He tells you, eyes looking into yours.
You feel your heart do a somersault at his gaze and the possibility of his words.
âGood steak?â You say, trying to act oblivious to the weight of his confession. You also donât want to assume heâs saying what you think heâs sayingâŠ
âYeah, yeah,â He nods his head, chuckling, then his laughter fades as he begins to look more serious when he continues, âSo⊠itâs been three months since we started seeing each other.â
Your heart skips a bit when you listen to his words. You didnât think what you were thinking earlier was true, but now that heâs brought it up, you deduce you might not be too far away.
â__,â Mingyu calls. You hum, leaning in closer to let him know youâre listening attentively. He gives you a coy smile, then his hand on the table moves over towards yours. You donât fight your big smile off when he places it on top of yours, especially when you feel the warmth it radiates and how it looks like it could just easily enclose your own. âYou said you wanted to take things slow, and I respect that. I just want you to know that this is â this thing between us â itâs serious for me.â
âIâm serious about us two.â You say immediately.
Mingyu chuckles, simpering when he looks at you again. âIâm glad weâre on the same page.â
âSo?â You ask, waiting.
âI want to be your boyfriend. If you let me.â Mingyu says, clear and firm. âItâs just⊠Iâm happy with our dates. And I just love hanging out with you. But I think Iâll be even happier if we go out together as boyfriend and girlfriend â officially â from now on.â
You nibble on your bottom lip; couldnât contain the big smile youâve been fighting against since earlier.
Youâve been expecting the question ever since you got here, but youâre quite surprised for your assumptions to be right.
âOkay.â You say coolly.
Mingyu furrows his brow. âOkayâ as inâŠ?â
âOkay, as in, I wanna be your girlfriend.â
His lips part. âAre you⊠for real?â You nod your head repeatedly, stifling a giggle as Mingyu begins to smile so widely. âFuck.â
âHey,â you lightheartedly scold.
Mingyu nods his head, still smiling. âIâm sorry, Iâm justââ he cuts himself off with a chuckle. âYouâre my girlfriend now.â
âYeah.â You chuckle.
âI wish I can kiss you right now.â
You feel your cheeks heat up as you look around. There are too many people. But the hopeless romantic in you tells you itâs okay.
âWhy wonât you?â You challenge him, and Mingyu arches a brow at that.
He looks like heâs giving in, but then he shakes his head. With a smile that borders on flirtatious, he leans closer to you and whispers, âLater.â
Mingyuâs sweet promise at the restaurant ends up with you straddling his lap on the driverâs seat, your dress riding over your thighs and the thin straps falling off your shoulder.
"Fuck," Mingyu breathes in your ear, hands full of your ass while you continue to grind against the bulging crotch of his slacks.
You're not any better, panting on the crook of his neck as he encourages you to move on top of him. You feel the wet kisses he bestows across the column of your neck, moaning at the delicious friction from one particular thrust of his hips.
It wasnât supposed to be like this, in your defense. Your dinner ended on a really good note and Mingyu was just supposed to lean in for one sweet kiss once you were situated in his car.
But then you swiped your tongue over his lips and Mingyu threw away his gentlemanly act for the night, granting you back with a kiss that had more fervor in it. Forceful in a way that says he wants you.
And the feelingâs more than mutual.
His coatâs long gone now, stashed away on his back seat, and youâve already undone the top three buttons of his dress shirt. Mingyu squeezes your boob over the thin material of your dress, prompting you to let out a low moan.
âWhyââ Mingyu cuts himself off to kiss your lips one more time.
âWhy donât we go to your place?â
You donât register his words the first time, too drunk from the sensation of his touch over your body.
âYeah?â You mindlessly say, eyes shut as Mingyu peppers kisses to your jaw down to your neck once again.
âYouâve never invited me to your place.â
At that, your eyes open and you still on top of him.
âWhat?â
Mingyu looks up, and youâre about to be distracted by his messy hair and his swollen lips but then he says, âWeâve never gone to your place before.â
âOh.â
Heâs quick to gauge your reaction. Cupping your jaw, he plants a kiss to the side of your lips. âIâm not insisting if you donât want to.â
âN-no, I want to,â is your immediate response. âItâs justâŠâ you trail off, thinking about how to approach the subject.
Mingyu hums, waiting for your next words, rubbing his thumb over your cheek. It helps you regulate your nervousness at the sudden mention of your place.
âI have a roommate.â
There you let it out.
Somehow in the past three months youâve been dating, you never mentioned that youâre living with Jungkook. The subject just never came up â until now, that is â and you didnât really feel the need to tell him when he never asked in the first place.
But deep inside, youâre a bit hesitant to tell him about it. Sure, Jungkookâs his friend, and Mingyu did say they were close and knew each other well, so it shouldnât be a problem for him that youâre residing with his close friend â but thatâs exactly what makes the whole thing weird. Itâs one thing as a woman to live with a man in one place, and itâs another if that man is a friend of your â well, now boyfriend.
And you know to yourself that you and Jungkook are purely platonic so there should be absolutely nothing to be worried about. Itâs not even that you donât trust Mingyu to understand â itâs just that itâs not as easy to tell him straight up. Not when youâre just starting a relationship right now with an official label to it â not when youâre finally in a serious relationship after four whole years of looking and waiting.
You donât want to ruin it. Not right now.
âOh, okay.â Mingyu nods at your confession, understanding. âIs it whyâŠ?â
You nod your head, already getting what he means. Licking your lips, you look anywhere but his eyes. Instead, you focus your gaze on the exposed upper part of his chest and let your fingers toy with his collar. Mingyu lets you.
âBut⊠roommateâs away for the night.â You tell him. And itâs true. Jungkook told you he has a date tonight and that usually means he wonât be going home.
And you want Mingyu so bad itâs not even funny anymore.
That puts a smile on your boyfriendâs face.
âShe is, huh?â
Your heart skips a bit, and you give him a smile you hope he doesnât recognize as fake.
Somehow, you donât bother to correct him even though Jungkook â your very roommate â is most definitely not a she.
âAnd here goes my bedroom,â You say as you open your door, letting Mingyu in. Youâre not really worried about its state because thank god you cleaned up before leaving for your date tonight. Jungkookâs the cleaner one though, and thatâs an advantage because heâs kind of obsessed with cleaning the whole apartment and not just his room when he has the time. Itâs exactly why Mingyu pays you a compliment on the neatness of the place.
âCute,â he muses, looking at the Sanrio plushies on your nightstand.
âYeah.â You nod, feeling a little shy. Mingyuâs place is the definition of bachelor â his bedroomâs literally out of an Architectural Digest page. And while youâre proud of your Sanrio plushie collection â theyâre your childhood gifts and youâve collected them until college and they were expensive as hell â you canât help but think that maybe youâre coming off as childish right now. You wish you couldâve hidden them or somethingâŠ
You hope Mingyu doesnât think too much about it.
âI like the room,â Mingyu says, looking at you whoâs sitting on the edge of your bed. âIt feels very⊠you.â
âReally?â You chuckle. âI mean, Iâd hope so. Iâve been here for two years.â
Mingyu chuckles, following you to the bed. You feel the mattress sinking in when he sits beside you.
âI wanted to give you something at the restaurant earlier, but I kinda chickened out,â He says.
You arch your brow. âWhat is it?â
You watch as Mingyu takes something out of his pocket, your heart skipping a few beats when it turns out to be a jewelry box. Mingyu looks at you and smiles, hands slowly opening the velvet box, and your lips part when it reveals a dainty silver necklace with a small drop diamond pendant.
âWow.â You utter, eyes blinking repeatedly, not knowing how to react.
âWellâŠ?â Mingyu says, gauging your reaction.
âYouâre giving that to me?â You ask in pure disbelief. He only nods. âThatâs reallyâ itâs really pretty.â
âI thought about you when I picked it up. It made sense.â He says smoothly, and you giggle at his words.
God, you like him so much.
âI honestly donât know what to say,â You chuckle, cupping your face with your hands as if it could make the blood go away from your cheeks. âThank you.â
âIâd love to wear it on you.â Mingyu smiles.
âOf course.â
He takes out the necklace from the box and asks you to turn around for a bit. You do so, helping him put your hair over one shoulder. You can feel him scooting closer to your back, his breathing on your nape, and the way he slowly caresses your shoulder first before his arms go around your neck to lock the necklace around your nape.
The cold of the material hits your skin, just on time when you feel Mingyu planting a kiss on your clavicle.
âItâs really pretty.â You say in awe, touching the pendant.
âHm,â Mingyu continues to pepper your skin with small kisses. âYouâre beautiful.â You turn to look at him, smiling. He mirrors that and cups your jaw to give you a peck on the lips. âGod, youâre so fucking beautiful.â
You giggle when he squeezes your waist.
âThank you.â you say in between your laughter. You hold his arms and stand up from the bed to place yourself in front of him. Mingyu looks up at you with one brow raised, but heâs quick to manspread when you begin to straddle his lap. As you situate yourself on top of him, you wrap your arms around his neck and let him run his hands across your body when you do so. âI really appreciate the necklace.â
âYeah?â Mingyu whispers against your lips.
You hum, trailing your fingers down his collar then start to unbutton his shirt. When you get the few undone, you look Mingyu into his eyes and he meets your lips that crash into his in a few seconds.
You suppose itâs not exactly surprising that the kiss turns heated way too quickly. After all, you were both humping each other in his car earlier.
Sighing into the kiss, you tug at his hair, and it prompts his hands to squeeze your ass a little too tight. Mingyu breaks the kiss and thereâs a barely noticeable string of saliva when your lips move away from each other. He trails kisses from your jaw down to the base of your neck, taking the straps of your dress down, hands beginning to rub your bare arms.
âSo beautiful,â Mingyu sighs, lips travelling back to your own. He prods his tongue in your mouth that you gladly open for him. You let out a moan from the sensation of his tongue against yours, clutching his shoulders so hard you're sure you're gonna imprint your nails on his skin despite the shirt he still has on.
"Mingyu," you whisper, mouth ajar and gaping uselessly against his hair as his mouth leaves yours eventually to go down to your cleavage. His wandering fingers go around your back to fumble with the ribbons that are holding the dress, and youâre quick to help him tug it down completely until your chest is out for his full viewing.
Mingyu hisses at the lack of bra â except the nipple tapes â when the top of the dress comes off. He stops and stares, then takes a long and deep breath, as if the sight of your breasts intoxicated him; sighing as if he's long wished to see you like this.
"Fuck, sweetheart, you're so hot." He cups the swell of your chest in his two large palms, fondling them as you continue rolling your pelvis against his straining crotch area. He grazes the silicon material covering your nipples, looks up at you as if to ask.
âY-yeah,â you sigh out, knowing what he meant with the look.
Taking them off gently, Mingyu earns a moan from you, the sound getting a bit louder when he puts one of the two peaks in his mouth, and the sight is nothing short of erotic.
It elicits a sharp breath from you, hands flying to his soft and brunette locks. You almost feel bad thinking that you've been grabbing at them since earlier.
But you have more important things to mind than attending to Mingyuâs silky and healthy hair.
You seek for his lips which he gives you almost automatically when he notices you asking for it, the two of you meeting in a hungry kiss, your nails on one hand clawing at his back as you cup his jaw in the other. But his hands don't leave your breasts, palming them roughly but just right; squeezing so hard all the while tugging at your nipples.
For a moment, you take a halt, catching your breath and look at him with your hooded eyes. You kiss the corner of his mouth. "Take your shirt off."
He does as you say so, and you help him unbutton the entirety of his dress shirt to get the thing off him faster. Mingyu lets go of your boobs but quickly holds them as soon as his shirt is off. This time he flicks at both your nipples, and you canât help but bite at his neck. The pleasureâs too much and you can feel yourself dripping down your thong, the sticky feeling of it making you squirm on his lap.
As if Mingyu has read your mind, he grips your waist and sets you down on the bed. He hovers over you, fingers idly exploring under the skirt of your dress until he finds the band of your panties.
You groan when you feel the cold brush of air on your bare thighs, suddenly feeling impatient. "Mingyu,"
âYou want me to eat you out?â He whispers, pressing a quick kiss to your lips.
You almost cry at his question.
âYes,â
Mingyu drags his fingers on your clothed core, groaning when he feels how soiled your thong is. "You're so fucking wet, sweetheart. Look at you," he sighs, hands leaving your pussy as he leans back and palms the strain of his pants. Your toes curl at the sight, uneven breaths puffing from your lips. "Look so sweet under me."Â Â
And you're also a mess under him, writhing and completely getting lightheaded from his actions.
You let out a mewl when he pushes up the skirt of your dress to your hips, dragging down your underwear to your thighs.
Lifting your butt off the mattress, you help him get it off of you completely and you don't miss the way the flimsy thong sticks to your pussy before he takes it off you entirely. Mingyu seems to notice as well, judging from the way he hissed under his breath.
Your pussy is slick and sloppy, wet and dripping for him.
"So fucking pretty for me, god, I canât believe I get to have you like this," he whispers against your throbbing heat, leaving a small kiss on your clit.
You arch your back when he uses his finger to run it through your slit, adding another one to spread your walls. Mingyu groans at the juices that stick to his digits.
As he adjusts himself on the mattress, hands gripping the back of your knees, you push them up until you're bended in almost half. You hold up your own legs, getting whiplashed when he licks a long, firm and deep stripe over you, making your eyes roll from the back of your head, breath hitching as you keep yourself steady in your own hold.
"Oh my god â Mingyu!â"
He starts slow, kissing around your labia, the tip of his tongue teasing your clit. Your head falls from the mountain of pillows under you, suddenly feeling frustrated.
"S-stop teasing me. Please, Mingyu,"
Ending your misery, he spreads your thighs, puckers his lips and dusts a few pecks over your bare heat and dives in for it seconds later with too much fervor. He savors every drop that oozes out from your hole, licking and lapping until you feel his tongue inside you. Mingyu could be spelling out his name for all it matters, but you really couldn't give a fuck.
"Oh, fuuuuckâ" you groan, trying so hard to keep yourself steady. "S-so good,"
He hums in your pussy, and you don't help the way one of your legs drop to the mattress, the other one hooking on his shoulder. It makes you grab for his hair, pushing his head down and thrashing underneath his face.
It felt like minutes passed and you're almost crying by how good it all feels, his tongue doing wonders in the walls of your heat.
Soon, tears start to well in your eyes because of the pleasure, drawn out moans and heavy breaths filling the room. You couldnât care less about the volume. Right now, you just want to cum.
"Your fingers, Mingyu,â You sigh out, and before you could even prepare yourself, he's inserting his middle finger inside you, pushing it in until it's knuckle-deep. "Oh god!"
âYeah?â
He starts at an average pace until he adds another finger in your entrance, this time picking up his speed â and it makes you drip everywhere.
When he settles on scissoring his fingers inside you, moving at an abnormal pace that have you gasping under him, your body shake and your toes curl on the sheets. Mingyu swoops down to kiss your pussy again, two digits being repeatedly swallowed by your warm hole, slurping every juice that comes out of it. As he feels you tremble, the precedence of you nearing your climax, he takes his thumb to your clit.
"Oh, fuck, fuck," your pant, "I'm comingâfuckââ
Mingyu removes his fingers from you, exchanging them with his tongue instead and you cry out while he continues to rub your clit vigorously.
And when you arch your back higher this time, you spasm around his fingers, moaning uncontrollably.
âThatâs it, sweetheart, thatâs it,â Mingyu whispers, pecking your heat a few more times to calm you down from your high. After a few moments, he removes your thigh from his shoulder, quickly coming up to kiss you on the mouth.
You taste yourself on his tongue but you couldnât pay much attention to it when you feel his dick against your thigh. Closing your eyes, you let exhaustion wash over you.
Mingyu lets you stay still, and when you open your eyes again, you see him staring at you with a warm smile dancing across his lips. Your heart skips a beat, could no longer feel it but hear it instead, and you bite your lip, pushing his chest away slightly in an attempt to get on top of him.
âLet me suck your cock.â You say, but Mingyu shakes his head, firm on his place: on top of you.
âLetâs do that next time. Tonight, I have to fuck you well into the next day.â
And he does.
You didn't cum again â you usually don't from penetrative sex â and your first orgasm exhausted you way too much to let yourself go the second time. Mingyu didn't mind, telling you it was fine when you gave him an apology about it.
You wake up panicking at the thought that youâre going to be late for work.
Scrambling to sit on your bed, you take your alarm clock in your hands, letting out a dramatic âThank godâ when you see it read as 5:06am. Your alarm goes off at 5:30 as your weekday shift starts at seven.
Which means itâs still early. And youâre not going to be late for work like you feared.
You remember last nightâs events though, and your eyes quickly go over to the other side of your bed.
Mingyuâs not in it â but it feels warm. An indication of the fact that he stayed the night over after what you did. You also deduced that he mustâve only gotten out a few minutes before you woke up.
Thinking heâs outside your room, you begin to stand up â groaning the way your thighs ache a bit as you do so. Youâre only dressed in your panties and camisole, and you thought about going out in them â but then it made you feel a little weird. Okay, sure, Mingyuâs already seen everything there is to see â you had sex last night â but being naked in a non-sexual fashion in front of someone is kind of a little different, so you opt on putting on a pair of short shorts.
As you head towards your door, fingers ready to twist the knob, youâre surprised to see Mingyu meeting you halfway.
âHeyââ
âWhy the hell is Jungkook here?â
Your smile drops and you look at him in confusion.
Mingyu wears an expression youâve never seen him in before. Heâs pissed. Eyebrows furrowed, gaze not soft like it usually is when it comes to you, and above all⊠his tone borders on accusatory.
âWhy is he in the living room saying heâs your roommate?â Mingyu asks once again when you donât say anything.
âIââ but youâre rendered speechless, frozen in your position. Your mouth moves but nothing comes out. Your brain is a jumble of thoughts and all you can think about is Mingyu seemingly getting mad at you.
â__?â A voice thatâs absolutely familiar speaks up. You hear Jungkookâs steps getting closer to your door when he finally shows himself to you. âWhatâs Mingyu doing here? And why doesnât he know we live together?â
Mingyu forces himself inside your bedroom and bumps into you a bit as he faces you with a venomous tone. âIâm going.â He declares, grabbing his shirt from your desk chair and putting on his belt.
âMingyu, itâs notââ
âSave it, __.â He cuts you off before you can finish your sentence, hastily buttoning up his dress shirt.
Jungkook frowns and butts in. âMingyu, let her talk. I told you earlier, weâre roommatesââ
âJeon,â You turn to look at him, almost spitting out his name. âNot now.â
You see Jungkook visibly recoiling at that. But youâre too concerned over Mingyu already on his way out the door, ready to leave.
âMingyu, just hear me out.â You say, looking at him sincerely.
âI donât wanna hear it. Not right now.â Mingyu tells you with a cold look paired with a cold tone. You deflate, taken aback at how nothing on his face screams like he cares about you. He glances at his watch. âI have to go to work.â
He heads towards your apartment door and you follow him there, hoping to change his mind about hearing you out.
âI know what youâre thinking right now, and itâs not that, Gyu.â You tell him once again, following him outside your unit.
Mingyu stands there for a while. Then, he sighs, putting his thumb over his temple. He heaves out a breath, looking into your eyes as he says, âI just donât want to talk about it right now, okay? Letâs just⊠let things cool down for a bit.â
You swallow the lump in your throat. âHow do you mean?â
âIâm flying to Chicago this afternoon but Iâll be back in the evening. Iâll call you later after work.â He says, and now his face doesnât look so devoid of emotions like how it was earlier.
But you worry about his words.
âYouâre flying to another state.â You reiterate, just so you know you heard him right.
âItâs just for a few hours, sweetheart,â The petname soothes you a little but then he continues to add, âLook, Iâm not sure of how I feel about⊠Jungkook being your roommate. You didnât tell me about itâ just imagine my surprise when I saw him after I went out of your room. Itâs not a nice feeling to get lied to,â He says, and you feel an arrow shooting straight to your heart at that. You blink your eyes, feeling like there are tears forming on the sides. Mingyu seems to notice that as he steps closer to you and rubs your arm. âWeâll talk later, __. Just not now. Give me time to process this.â
You give him a weak smile.
Mingyu cups your cheek, and you lean towards his touch. Rubbing a thumb over your skin, he leans down to kiss your lips.
When he breaks away after a quick moment, he tells you, âLater, hm? I promise.â You nod. Mingyu gives you a smile. âAnd thank you for last night.â
That erases your worry. Not all, but some of it.
âThank you too.â
âAlright, Iâm going, okay?â Mingyu lets go of your face and you look at him as he turns around after you bid your goodbye.
You watch his retreating back in the hallway from your position, nibbling on your bottom lip trying to process the turn of events â and itâs only five fucking am still.
When you enter your apartment again, you see Jungkook sitting on the couch of your living room. And he looks just as pissed when your gaze falls to him.
âWhat the hell was that?â He welcomes you with.
âWhat the hell is this?â You point back at him. âYou told me you werenât coming home.â
âYeah, but I have work â which we both go to at the same time, by the way. Apparently, youâre bringing boys now to this goddamn place.â
You do a double take at his tone.
âWhat the fuck do you mean by that?â You say, voicing starting to pick up volume. You feel irritation bubbling up inside you as Jungkook stands up from the couch and turns his back to you, ignoring your question as he heads to the direction of the kitchen.
âI said weâre both gonna be late for work.â
You follow his steps. âNo, you said Iâm âbringing boys hereâ, what do you mean by that?â You grab his arm and thatâs effective enough to make him turn around and look at you. But he avoids eye contact. âDonât turn your back to me when Iâm talking to you, Jungkook.â
âIâm so sorry then, Iâll make sure to look into your eyes when I say every word that comes out of my mouth from now on.â He sarcastically says, and your annoyance grows.
âWatch your goddamn tone.â
Jungkook scoffs. âYouâre the one to talk about watching tones when you literally just told me to shut up in front of your boyfriend?â
Your frown instantly. So you were right to think that moved him a little. But you tell him your confusion, âWhere the hell did you get that? I didnât tell you to shut up.â
âYeah, you just told me ânot nowâ like Iâm a child trying to insert himself in mommy and daddyâs little argument. You might as well just have told me to shut the fuck up.â
The way he phrased your argument with Mingyu âlittleâ rubs you off the wrong way.
âOh, I am so sorry,â you sarcastically say. âDid getting told to shut up by a woman in front of another man hurt your big macho man ego?âÂ
âYouâre making it about another thing.â Jungkook rolls his eyes, opening the refrigerator and taking out a loaf of bread.
âYou think I forgot about your little âbringing boys hereâ comment?â You point out, but Jungkook decides now is the time to be an asshole and starts acting nonchalant instead, putting jam all over his bread. But you see the tick in his jaw, the tongue prodding against his mouth. Heâs just as pissed as you are right now.
âAnd you sure as hell did. I donât know what to tell you.â
You seethe. âFuck you. I donât bring âboysâ here. Mingyuâs my boyfriend,â You say, and to be petty, you add, âAs if youâve never ever brought girls here before?â
Jungkook looks at you instantly. âDonât you dare pin that on me. That was in the very first week that we lived together, mind you. But you told me how uncomfortable it made you feel and I thought about boundaries since then and never did it again. Why do you think I come over at their place instead of just hanging out here, huh, __? Even when we didnât verbally agree on not having sex around this place, I thought it would be a goddamn principle. Heck,â He looks somewhere and scoffs, âMingyu didnât even know Iâm your roommate. What did you tell him?â
You open your mouth to make a rebuttal, but nothing comes.
Because you realize in the middle of his outburst that⊠heâs right.
The first time that you saw a woman coming out of his own room and Jungkook noticing your discomfort about it, he just stopped doing his⊠thing in the apartment. It wasnât a verbal agreement, as per his words, but heâs right. It should have been a principle.
In the past two years you lived with each other â that was the only time he ever did it. It became an unspoken rule: donât bring your hook-ups here. But you never really had to worry about that unspoken rule because you didnât do one-night-stands often, and when you did hook up with people over the past two years, it was rare so it was easy to do it in their place.
It has become a norm for you that you donât see other people here anymore except for your friends when they invite themselves over â but you arenât aware that Jungkookâs apparently making an active choice to specifically not hook up in here this whole time.
Coupled with the fact that you didnât tell Mingyu about him being your roommate and him being caught up with your argument earlier â you feel a sense of guilt. A huge one at that.
But the stubborn part in you thinks that Mingyuâs different. Heâs not a mere hook-up. Heâs your boyfriend now! Couldnât that be an exemption to the rule thatâs unspoken in the first place?
âIâŠâ you trail off, scolding yourself internally for not forming a coherent thought faster than youâd like.
When you donât follow it up with anything, Jungkook takes his plate with him, turning on his heels away from you.
âSee you at work.â He says, but itâs sarcastic and clipped.
Jungkook leaves one piece of bread for you though â just like he always does. And you take that as a sign that heâs not all that mad at you.
⊠Maybe?
You stand there in the middle of your kitchen island like some stupid stoned individual, going over the things that happened for the past â what â twenty minutes? You donât even fucking know. Your wall clock in the living room had run out of battery, and your brain is too occupied with messy thoughts scattered all around you can feel a headache coming.
One thingâs for sure, though: youâre in the wrong. With Mingyu and with Jungkook. And you need to make it right somehow.
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