#i was giggling soo much it was embarrassing.. 19 days really got me on a chokehold.. shits HILARIOUS

[agostise]

he got sooo dramatic after getting to date mo smh

[iworshipkeanureeves]

The right door (Keanu Reeves x Reader)

Summary: Reader mistakenly knocks on the wrong hotel door, finding unfamiliar man behind it. Later, she meets him again at the bar of the same hotel.

Words: 1,5k

Warnings: alcohol, smut

A/N:  Since I’m currently quarantined because of Covid-19, I‘ve decided to try and write fanfiction  to improve my English skills a bit. This is my first attempt to write fanfiction and English is not my native language, it will probably suck, but I’ll learn eventually.

You tried your hotel keycard for the third time, but nothing seemed to change. You started knocking on the door “It’s me, Y/N, open up!” expecting your friend Maddie to be inside and, just as you were about to give up, you heard someone coming to the door. The door opened and you were about to rush inside, when the sight of tall, devilishly good-looking man, standing right in front of you, made you suddenly freeze in place.

You stood there completely speechless, embarrassment and confusion was overpowering your mind, and all you could do was smile and giggle anxiously. “Are you lost?” he inquired politely. Showing him your keycard number, you started to babble nervously “I thought this was supposed to be my room and I…”, immediately after those words, you looked up at the door to see that you got the floors mixed up and felt your cheeks heating. “Soo… never mind, sorry to interrupt you, sir. Have a nice evening”, you turned around flushing and faded into the stairway, realizing that the man you had just disturbed was actually Keanu Reeves.

Maddie was not in the room when you got back, so you decided to visit the hotel bar for a drink or two. Mostly you were afraid to meet mister Reeves; still, there was this little part of you, hoping that he might be there. Keanu Reeves was one of those celebrities that you had never really cared about, nonetheless, seeing him standing there with his messy hair falling over his dark eyes, giving you a frisky smile, definitely did something to you. You picked out a mini velvet dress, not too slutty, yet enough to pull some strings at the bar and went downstairs.

Two drinks went by rapidly and you were ordering your third Manhattan, when the husky voice behind you spoke “this one’s on me”. You didn’t need to turn around to know the man, it was him. “Don’t worry, I’ll help you find a room afterwards” he teased. It was, in fact, a little provocative, how he mentioned a room, but not your room and you turned to him, giving him a charming smirk. You talked for a while, getting to know each other. It turns out, he was in Germany to film “The Matrix 4”, but the production got cancelled for a couple of days, so he had time to spare.

“Do you want any snacks?” he offered. You thought it was funny, how the only snack you truly desired was sitting next to you, though, cheese plate sounded appealing too and it meant more time spent with Keanu. Honestly, you hadn’t had time this good in a while, and, despite having had four Manhattans, you knew it was actually Keanu, who got you into this overly flirty mood, which he seemed to be getting on with as well.

It was getting late and people were getting drunk, some guy passing by bumped into you pretty harshly and  you lost your balance on a bar chair. Immediately upon realizing what had just happened, you found yourself holding tightly onto Keanu’s thighs. Common sense was telling you to let go and apologize, yet the tension was real and you looked up to see his piercing eyes set on you, his breath getting deeper and his muscles tensing under your tight grip. His eyes wandered to your décolleté, the air began to feel thicker and it was getting unbearable. For both of you. Keanu clenched your wrists, you both stood up and rushed to the nearest elevator. He pushed the button ‘11’, suggesting the room that he was talking about earlier turned out to be his. As soon as the elevator door closed, he grabbed you by the ass, pulled you close and kissed you passionately. His tongue went deep inside your mouth and you felt heat in-between your legs, clenching them tightly. You heard the elevator sound and, as the door was opening, you brushed your fingers through his massive erection, teasing not only him, but also yourself. You followed him to the room and slammed the door behind.

Keanu turned you around, pressed you to the wall, unzipped the dress and let it fell to the ground. You were standing in black lingerie, pulling his jacket and then his shirt off. His back felt extremely tough and you felt week in your knees as he was kissing your neck, going down your belly, finally reaching your panties, pinching them lightly with his teeth, and then pulling them down in one firm motion. You felt his stubble as he was kissing your inner thigh going up and down slowly, using increasingly more tongue. Keanu pushed one of his fingers in and you gripped his hair tighter. He looked you straight in the eyes and pushed another one in. He was slow at first, but seeing how desperate you were, made him go faster and stronger. He curled his fingers to reach your sweet spot and pushed you onto the bed. He buried his face between your legs, sucking on you clit, keeping his fingers in and pushing them knuckles deep. “Can you take one more?” he asked. You shivered, just the thought of having three of his thick fingers inside you drove you crazy and you nodded dubiously, wondering whether that wouldn’t be too much. He pushed a third finger in and you moaned, at first it was pleasurably painful, but after a few nudges, all that was left was this familiar feeling of knot tying inside your stomach, as you were getting closer to your high. “Yes, just keep going, I’m close” you whimpered. He pushed his fingers in to the maximum depths and stretched his other arm to pinch you nipple lightly. It was all you needed and, seconds after, you came undone, your moans filling the room.

Keanu stayed lying in between your legs for a minute or two, gently stroking and kissing your thigh. “I want you to fuck me so bad” you whispered, Keanu looked at you, gave your thigh one last kiss and stood up. As he was unbuckling his belt, you got up and sat on the bed. You pulled his jeans, together with his underwear, down and his hard cock sprung right in front of your face. You licked your hand and gave him a couple of firm strokes, then licked the tip and covered it with your lips. Keanu involuntarily grabbed you head and pushed his cock deeper in your mouth. You gagged a little, so he immediately pulled out and apologized; however, you were so turned on, that the craziest things were running through your head. Again, you started by covering just the tip with your mouth, but that time, in one slick motion, you took it all in stretching your tongue to reach his balls. “Fuuuuuck” Keanu couldn’t believe that, but then you put your hands on his buttcheeks and pushed him even deeper down your throat.

“Whoah, what about your riding skills, Y/N?” Keanu chuckled. He pulled out of your mouth, grabbed his wallet to take the silver packet out and opened it, he rolled the condom on and lay on his back. You straddled him and he lined his cock with your entrance. Keanu allowed you to take control, and you took him in slowly, feeling how nice he was stretching you, even after three of his fingers. You adjusted for a couple of seconds and started moving faster. Seeing him enjoying you this much was a major turn on and you could already feel another orgasm building up. Your hands were on his chest and you angled yourself so that you could rub your clit onto his belly. His hands were on your ass, slapping it occasionally. You rode him keeping the steady pace, his cock hitting your G-spot.

Suddenly, he grabbed you by the hips and turned you over on all fours, he entered you from behind, his hips hitting your buttcheeks. Keanu was thrusting hard and steady, pulling out completely at times, then slamming all the way in, getting back to his usual pace. Unexpectedly, Keanu spread your cheeks, licked his thumb and started rubbing small circles on your anus. No one had ever done this to you before and the idea of breaking a taboo clicked in your brain, the arousal was just as much psychological as it was physical and you came tightening around his cock, clenching the bed sheets and moaning even louder this time. It took Keanu a couple more thrusts to cum and you both fell down lying onto the bed. He raised his hips a little to pull out and took the condom of, then you both stayed like that for a while, Keanu stroking your hair and giving little kisses over your neck and shoulders.

“I’m so glad you knocked on the wrong door today, Y/N” Keanu whispered to your ear. You rolled over to face him, to give him an impish smile “After all, that was the right one”.

[dorkyungsoowrites]

Spontaneous Attraction Ch. 28

Pairings: Kyungsoo x You

Genre: Fluff/Angst/Smut | Ambiguous AU

Warnings: None

Word Count: 2.7k

Description: Minseok wants to cash in on the favor you owe.

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It was time. You had lost a bet with Minseok and now he had decided what his favor should be. The suggestive smirk spoke more than the greeting on his lips the instant he stepped into your apartment. He closed the front door behind him then slung an arm around your shoulders. You hadn't thrown on much before rushing to the door when you heard knocking. Only Kyungsoo's shirt and some sweatpants. You had panicked, thinking it was one of your neighbors coming to complain about noise from the night before. When Minseok had grinned in the doorway you relaxed. However, with his heat pressed to your side you froze awkwardly. He seemed to sense you weren't comfortable and shuffled away a few paces.

"What's up?" you asked as you strolled to the kitchen. He followed you, leaning on the island while you rummaged through the fridge for breakfast.

"I figured I'd take Soo to work today, and I thought of your punishment." You settled on a cup of yogurt for yourself and a bagel with cream cheese for Kyungsoo. You'd both put off getting out of bed for so long neither of you had time to cook. Your knees were still chattering with the effort of holding you up. As you got the proper utensils and began spreading the cream cheese you spoke to your unexpected guest.

"So? What is it?"

"At least act a little worried," the man pouted.

"I'm too tired to act like anything, Minnie. Plus we agreed it wouldn't be sexual favors so I don't care."

"Why are you so tired?"

"Didn't sleep well."

"Oh, well anyway. You know how we wear masks and stuff out in public?"

"Please get to the point," you sighed.

"Buy sex toys for me?" Your eyes snapped up, incredulous. Minseok was smiling and batting his eyelashes.

"You know you can do that online, right?"

"But I want you to do it."

"Will you pay me back?"

"Of course."

"Alright," you shrugged. His smile dropped, shoulders sagging.

"What? You're not embarrassed?"

"I understand why you don't want to be seen buying that stuff, but I don't care. I can go to the store I usually go to. The people there are really nice and helpful. Do you want something that's hard to find?" His pout was back. It was fun to see his plan to mess with you crumbling.

"No, but I haven't had the chance to..." His words trailed. He had an idea. You saw it in his eyes. He leaned his chest over the counter more as if he had cleavage he was trying to flaunt. "Since you're so casual about sex can you buy me those things anyway and still do a punishment?"

"And why should she?" Kyungsoo stepped in. Shirtless in only jeans, to your confusion. Not on why; it was quite normal when you were alone, and you knew Kyungsoo was really close to all the other members. But your emotions went haywire when you saw the messy trail of bitemarks, scratches and hickies spotting his torso out in full daylight. Your face flushed hot. You swallowed the sudden amount of saliva you had with a fat tongue. You tried with all your power to pry your eyes off his gorgeous, heavily marked skin, but jesus fucking christ that man made you weak. A rush of arousal hit you like a monster truck as your gaze followed the irritated red scratches on his sides going up to his ribs then around out of sight on his back. As you remembered when you made them. The way he felt inside of you, slamming into you while looking at you through it all. You remembered biting those crescents by his collarbone and on his shoulder. The way his voice echoed in your ears as he moaned and swore he was yours. Your eyes drifted to the red and bruised patches that traveled from the base of his neck over his chest and stomach then to the one peeking out on his hip. Only partly covered by the band of his underwear that barely stuck out from his jeans. You had to brace yourself with a hand on the counter. Your joints were jelly. Your legs felt like they might come out from under you. Then someone touched your cheek and you snapped out of your memories. Kyungsoo was much closer, and when you looked up at his face he was holding back a grin. He pressed his lips lightly to yours then steadied you with a hand on the small of your back.

"Are you okay, jagi?"

"Ah~" Minseok drew out. He giggled like he found out a secret. "Didn't sleep well, was it?" He was ignored by both of you. Kyungsoo's hands slipped to your waist and suddenly you were sitting on the island counter. You reached out without thought, urging him by his shoulders to come stand between your legs. The grin he'd fought cracked his lips as he leaned closer, and your fingers slipped into his hair. It was still damp from the shower he just finished before Minseok came.

"Your face is all red." You could hear the amusement in his voice. Your nails scratched the base of his skull lightly, mesmerized by the way his expressions shifted faintly as he talked. How focused he was. "Let's eat and I'll help you back into bed." There was a magnetic pull to touch him. So you didn't debate. You practically fell forward to catch his lips. They gave under the weight of your own for a moment before you felt them tightening and stretching into a smile. He chuckled, letting you taste his happiness, and pulled away. You leaned your head on his shoulder and mumbled,

"You look breathtaking." Kyungsoo laughed once then whispered,

"Thank you." It was very quiet for several seconds before he backed away completely, leaving your reach. Minseok was handing him a collared navy shirt. You hadn't noticed him leaving to retrieve it. Kyungsoo pulled his arms through and began buttoning it closed. Your gaze finally widened to the rest of reality with your nights escapades hidden under fabric. Is that how Kyungsoo felt when you walked around with his marks? Cause if so, how the hell did he control himself? Your blood was on fire. But holy shit it felt good to see his pleasure stamped into his skin. He'd feel those bruises for days, thinking of you. Wanting you again. Your head was dizzy with delight.

"Hey dove," the eldest called your attention. "If you're too sore from last night I can come back later for that favor."

"No," you responded then shook your head clear. Your voice more stable and audible. "No, I have work anyway. I'll...I'll go after my lessons. What did you want again?" Minseok smiled. To his right Kyungsoo was tucking his shirt into his jeans.

"I'll write it down. Thanks again. Um, about the bet though..."

"Yes I'll still do a punishment," you replied in mock exasperration. He sprang up and clapped happily. His smile lit up the small apartment.

"Good! I had a backup! You have to watch one of my dramas with me." You sighed. "Without mocking it." That made you groan.

"But the shows you like are stupid."

"Just because they use tropes doesn't mean it's bad."

"No, but they write it horribly. And the acting is so over the top. I don't know how people enjoy that bullshit."

"I said no bad-mouthing," Minseok scowled. You grit your teeth.

"Fine."

"Good. Now where's some paper?"

"I have some in my music bag." You jumped down from the counter on wobbly legs. Slow to stand upright. When you did you faked more strength when you noticed Kyungsoo watching you warily. You went to the corner and on the floor by the bookshelf was your bag. You grabbed a small stack of sticky notes and a pencil, and gave them the Minseok. Normally you used them to mark a students lesson book so they knew what to practice at home. He wrote while Kyungsoo tied his shoes, sitting on the sofa. When he finished Minseok gave your things back with a,

"Come on. We're gonna be late," over his shoulder. Kyungsoo grabbed the bagel you made for him and started following the eldest toward the front door. He stopped long enough to kiss your cheek.

"Sorry I can't sit and eat with you. Don't push yourself too hard today, jagi. I'll be home late tonight."

"H-hold on," you stammered. You flung your arms around his neck and hugged him. Then you whispered, "I'll be thinking of you." Kyungsoo smiled and chuckled, understanding the implication.

"I'll miss you, too." You felt his free hand on your waist, fingertips tightening in a brief reassuring squeeze. Your heart raced. The heat from his hand burning through the thin borrowed t-shirt. "But I really have to go now."

"Sorry," you replied and quickly let go. Minseok waved with a,

"I'll come over tonight for that drama session." Then they left. You hauled yourself to the kitchen for your yogurt and collapsed. Your legs screaming in joy as you relaxed.

As the day went on your muscles regained their strength. Luckily for you all your music lessons were taught sitting down so you could recover. The feeblness in your knees especially lasted much longer than it ever had before. You really needed to work out your legs if you were going to repeat the previous night more often. Which you suspected Kyungsoo would enjoy. You would very much like it, too.

Buying Minseok's list of things was easy. It wasn't really much of a list anyway. He just wanted a dildo, to which he gave you a brand and model name, a rubber cock ring and a decent pair of leather cushioned handcuffs. You imagined he had been using ties and shirts until now and needed something more sturdy. After lessons you ate, went to the adult toy store, bought a few odd groceries and went back to the apartment. There was only one weird thing to happen while you were out, but you weren't sure what to make of it. So you would wait until Minseok came over and ask his opinion.

To pass the time you practiced your new set for the orchestra. You had previously introduced yourself to the neighbors on either side of you to make sure they were okay with you practicing since you could be loud. They both worked during the day so there was nothing stopping you like at your last place. At least on weekdays. One had even come over one afternoon just to compliment how well you sounded because they were home sick. You didn't practice as long that day so they could sleep and brought them some honey to put in their tea.

Once you finished practice you got a text from Minseok saying he was almost done for the day. You ordered pizza and not ten minutes after it arrived Minseok was knocking on your door. He didn't waste any time getting food and settling on your sofa. You smiled as you grabbed your own food and two beers and joined him. It was nice to have friends who felt comfortable in your shared apartment. He propped his feet on your coffee table, plate on his lap, one arm on the back of the sofa behind you. You pulled up your laptop and settled into his side while he used his free hand to search for his show. When it started you did your best not to roll your eyes at the cheesy soundtrack.

If his goal was to get you hooked he failed miserably. Although it was a good distraction to keep your thoughts from lingering on Kyungsoo and the marks you left on him. He picked an episode in the middle of the series and kept talking over the dialogue to catch you up on the plot. When he wasn't explaining why something was happening he was ranting about the characters. How he hates this girl for doing this. Why he thinks this should happen. Quick, look at that guy; I'd totally go down on him. Minseok was more entertaining than the show. He'd hardly even touched his pizza by the end. The show you still hated, but seeing Minseok so invested in these characters was fun. So when one episode ended you clicked on the next one. Ready to hear your binging buddy's raving commentary. Turns out, the more beer he had the more trash he'd talk. You were howling with laughter by the end of it, your punishment of not being allowed to mock thrown out the window. Your head had moved from his shoulder to a pillow he put on his lap. Both of you pointing out dumb mistakes and practically screaming at the screen when someone made a bad choice. Your night of watching horrible television ended when Kyungsoo came home. You moved your legs and sat up as he sank into the cushions beside you. He leaned his head back with a deep sigh, exhausted.

"And that's my queue to leave."

"Don't feel the need to rush. I'm just tired," Kyungsoo assured. "Stay as long as you'd like." He turned his head to look at you. "How were lessons, jagi? You mentioned one of your students is graduating soon right?"

"Oh," you realized, snapping to attention. You tucked your legs under you. "I almost forgot. Something weird did happen today. I got a call earlier."

"What about?"

"They said they were your fan. Well, they said Chanyeol was their favorite." Minseok immediately jumped from the couch to go in front of you. Kyungsoo's head shot up, eyes wide.

"Were they harassing you?" the oldest spat out quickly. "Did they say how they found you? Do we need to change your number?"

"No," you laughed. "God no. It'd be chaos giving my new number to everyone in my contacts. Plus it'd kill my teaching business. She was nice. She said she's been thinking about starting piano." Minseok's shoulders relaxed. So did Kyungsoo's features. Your words settling over them like dust.

"So why was it weird?"

"I don't know. It was just...my first time talking to one of your fans. It was surreal to hear about y'all from that perspective I guess."

"What did you talk about?"

"Well, not much. She introduced herself and told me her and her friends online were happy for me. I was kind of flustered so she assured me not to be nervous. That very few people were actually upset Kyungsoo is dating, which was really comforting actually," you chuckled nervously. "She looked up some of my performances, too. Then she mentioned wanting to learn piano because of Chanyeol and asked if that's how we became friends as kids. She said she would have to call me back after she knows she can afford music lessons."

"So nothing scary?"

"No, just weird. Good weird," you reassured with a smile.

"Aren't you worried about more fans calling you?" Kyungsoo questioned.

"Maybe, but for now not really. It's not like she stalked me to find it. If you search my name I have my website. It has clips of me performing and credentials for people who want to hire me, and my teaching information with ways to contact me. They can either ask for lessons or I'll block them. Whatever." With a shrug the two men accepted your answer for now. You were confident your anxieties from before were for nothing. Kyungsoo had been right. As long as you're happy with him everything else was background noise. Whether his fans hate or love you, you would stay. He would do the same. You knew it without a shred of doubt. No matter what occurs it looks like fate has you two tied together.

"Well thanks for hanging out dove," Minseok waved as he grabbed the opaque black bag with the toys you bought him. "It's nice watching those shows with someone."

"Anytime Minnie. I actually had fun." Kyungsoo waved lazily over his shoulder as Minseok went to the front door.

"See you tomorrow." You watched the door open and shut, leaving you alone with Kyungsoo. Leaning your head on his chest you sighed contentedly. You felt him take a deep breath, fingers going into your hair. Pulling the strands through his digits before they fluttered down and tickled your skin.

"So, how was your work today?"

[imaginekpoplikethis]

7 years - BadBoy! Jeon Jungkook x reader - Part 1

Welcome to my first ever fanfic. Lmao not really sure what to say other than please enjoy. <3

Part 1 - Here  Part 2  Part 3  Part 4  Part 5  Part 6  Part 7  Part 8  Part 9  Part 10.1  Part 10.2  Part 10.3  Part 11  Part 12  Part 13  Part 14  Part 15  Part 16  Part 17  Part 18  Part 19  Part 20 - Final

“Y/F/N?" Upon hearing your name, you gazed up and made eye contact with your teacher.

 "Present." Sighing after he had moved on from you, you quickly snapped your eyes towards the scrunched up paper sitting before you. You really had no interest in opening it as you knew the general message but with the burning stare at the back of your head, you gave in and slowly reached for it. Upon opening the note, you were greeted with the typical message you tend to receive at least once a week.

 'You're still here? Wow what a stubborn bitch.' 

Whipping your head around to glare at the culprit, you found her simply smirking back at you. 

 Hye mi.

 She sat back satisfied with her daily deed done. Making people miserable is something she practically lived for, so you weren't all too surprised. The sad thing was, you both were the best of friends back at the beginning of middle school and, as cliche as it sounds, it all changed when you reached high school. From the age of 12, cheesy promises to remain best friends were made and upon reaching the age of 16 it was all thrown away.

 Why?

 To put it simply, Hye Mi was a bitch. A big one. She wasn't always but when she began to value boys over friendship, something was bound to go wrong. 

And it did.

 It took no more than a week for her to drop you and develop the handy trait of bitch. She found new friends and apparently expanded her vocabulary as proven with the impressive handful of insults she directed at you and many other innocent students. Her main target was always you and it seemed like it would be for the rest of high school. She revelled in making your blood boil. 

 But you were not a weak girl, god no. Despite you being seemingly someone who is easy to pick on, you always stood your ground no matter who it was and that sometimes was your downfall, as your anger got you into bad situations every now and then.

"Right! It's the end of the lesson, you are all dismissed. Don't forget to bring in your slips of approval for the upcoming school trip. Jeon Jungkook, don't you dare move from that spot!" 

 A groan escaped said boys lips as he slumped back into his seat. Jeon Jungkook. The schools 'bad boy'. The type to uselessly skip and sleep through lessons but manage to get the top grades in the class and linger outside in alleyways fighting with other school gangs or smoke with his friends.

 You roll your eyes at his pathetic attempt to sneak out of the class. Same routine almost everyday. Gathering your things and stuffing them into your bag, you stood from your seat and began making your way towards the door. Except a figure stood in your way.

 "Get out of my way Hye Mi." She simply tilted her head whilst twisting a brunette lock of hair. Her brows furrowed whilst she looked you up and down and then proceeded to snicker.

 "I see you're still planning to become a nun, what with your skirt hanging low." Her ditsy friends giggled at her cringe worthy insult, boosting her ego and pride. You glanced down at your skirt that rested a few centimetres above your knees.

 "Just because I don't have my skirt riding up my ass like you doesn't mean I'm going to become a nun. Plus, at least nuns have some self respect. You should learn from them." A deep chuckle resonated from the back of the room and you noticed Hye Mi widen her eyes at the sound. Her cheeks began to burn crimson at the sound of Jungkooks laugh. You barged past her having said all you needed to and headed towards the lockers. Once you had finished up, you shut your locker and was greeted with an annoyingly familiar figure. 

 "Hey, Y/N." You let out a dramatic sigh. "Go away, Jin Soo. I don't want to see you." Another person you disliked was Jin Soo and what are the odds that he likes to make your life difficult too?

 "You know if you weren't so bitchy we could have actually been friends." You scowled at the sentence. He can't be serious.

 "Maybe I wouldn't be so bitchy if you hadn't taken it upon yourself to play with me and proceed to embarrass me In front of the whole school." Back in 10th grade when you had lost Hye Mi, you seeked comfort and coincidentally Jin Soo came along. After stringing you along for a whole 2 months, he made a scene in the school lunch hall, yelling about how he 'didn't appreciate the stalking' and how he 'doesn't want to come over when your parents were gone'. That gave everyone a reason to practically bully you for the next 2 years. 

"You can't still be salty over that! It's been 2 years, get over it. Such a stuck up b-" 

 "Bitch? Yeah, being a bitch is my life goal so I'm not worried over that. Bye, hope you have a crappy day." Spinning around, you marched out of the school and down the street.

 At least it was Friday. 

 - 

 Your Saturday morning was spent shopping with your best friend, Areum. You met the same year you grew apart from Hye Mi and she was there to comfort you after the scene Jin Soo had caused. She was too kind to leave you in the secluded corner of the library, crying your eyes out. Ever since then you only grew closer. 

 "Jungkook was staring at you through the window when you left school." "And how do you know that?"

 "Well, considering the fact we normally go home together I was looking for you in your class." You smiled sheepishly at the memory of leaving Areum behind. 

"Sorry, I had the usuals on my case."

 "Understandable. But seriously, I think Jungkook likes you. He's always nearby, analysing everything your involved in. To be honest, it's kind of creepy..." She trailed off at the sharp look you directed at her. You were not going to have any of this. 

 "Listen, he's 'analysing' so he can find the perfect way to piss me off. He already gets on my nerves with his sarcastic comments. Please don't turn this sleepover into a typical 'girls night'" Areum sighed and threw herself on your bed. 

 "What do you suggest we do then?" Glancing at your phone, you made a mental note of the time. "Well we could go to the shops to prepare for a midnight snack slash movie time." Areum's eyes lit up at the sound of that and she whipped back up. 

 "You really mean it?" Nodding your head, you grinned at her. "It's only eleven and the shops are literally down the road. As long as we're back in an hour midnight snack time is still on. Go get your jacket." 

 Areum was gone faster than you could say 'you got no jams'.

 -

 The walk to the supermarket was a short one and gathering the snack was even shorter. However, the walk back... not so much. You and Areum had only made it halfway back to your house before you spotted the subject of your earlier discussion.

 He was leaning against the wall of an alleyway (what a surprise) with the rest of his friends. One of them, a mint haired coloured one who you were sure you heard some people call 'Suga', was crouched down with a spray paint can in one hand and a face mask on. 

 Not sketchy at all. 

 He was in the midst of spelling out BTS or something when a low whistle was heard. "Well well, what are you two doing out so late at night?" Surprisingly, this did not come from Jungkook but rather the one many called Jimin. 

Everyone's eyes suddenly turned to you and Areum. "Just keep walking Areum." You sped up whilst Areum jogged to keep up. Just when you thought you had made it past them without any confrontation you heard Areum yelp. 

Turning around, you noticed someone had grabbed her wrist preventing her from moving further. The name 'Hoseok' briefly came to mind. However, your anger had already made itself present and your confidence had surfaced.

 Marching right up to him, you grabbed his arm and all but ripped him off of Areum. He simply stared at you with an offended look. "We don't have time for your bullshit. Bye."

 As you turned around to leave, a heavy weight latched onto you, a chin making itself present on your shoulder. "You're such a cutie when you're mad. I like it." 

Turning your head, you were greeted with a boxy smile from Taehyung, a boy you shared classes with back in your fist year of high school. 

 "Get off me, Taehyung." He simply pouted and shook his head whilst wrapping his arms around you tighter. "I don't want to, I thought we were friends Y/N?" 

"Well you thought wrong. Get the fuck off her Tae." Jungkook was evidently pissed off with how he spoke to Taehyung. "Fine." He unlatched his arms from around you and took a couple of steps back, his grin coming back. 

You simply stared back at him and an awkward silence settled in. It was broken when the shaking of the spray can was heard and a heavy sigh.

 "Fuck, this is why I sleep instead of leave the house. To avoid awkward shit like this." Suga then continued his piece of 'art' and you took that as your cue to leave, grabbing Areum on your way. 

 "Don't I get a thank you from saving you from this idiot?" Jungkook called after you whilst Taehyung let out an offended 'hey!'. 

"Hey! Where's my thank you?"

 "Maybe when you stop wearing your ass as a hat." You replied, speed walking down the street. If you had bothered to turn around you would have seen the satisfied smirk that made itself present on Jungkook's face.