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bad-bitch-beauchamp · 4 years ago

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Songs About Me: Thistle & Bloom (CH7)

Jamie and Claire end up in Claire's shop. More revelations, a mysterious phone call, and exchanged promises. SO sorry about the gap between chapters! I've been pretty sick over here, and just needed a break to get better. I'm feeling better and glad to be writing again!

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CHAPTER SEVEN

Claire Beauchamp’s front porch, a late October night, Louisburg Square, Beacon Hill, Boston

“Claire, I--” he swallowed and took a step back from her. She noticed that in the distance he created, his hand still held onto her waist. His fingertips pressed into her flesh and goosebumps erupted under the fabric. She met his eyes and sank into their ocean depths.

“I’d verra much like to kiss ye. May I?”

Words had never failed Claire before. She spent her free time letting sentences flow around her, wrapping her in warmth and comfort. Words were her solace and succor. When Jamie’s eyes flicked from her lips to her eyes in question , in longing , any word she thought of failed her completely. She nodded quickly, for it was all she could manage in the moment. Whatever she had been expecting from Jamie, whatever she expected a first kiss to be like with the stranger who had enchanted her from their first meeting, whatever she expected failed in comparison. Jamie leaned forward, and steeled himself with a slow swallow. Claire watched his throat bob with the effort, and for the first time, wondered to herself how much power he was holding unchecked in the moment. There wasn’t time to think before he had regained his composure and moved closer into her. His clear blue eyes had darkened to the color of Claire’s favorite coastline, and her breath caught in her throat. The moment she met his eyes, everything faded away. There were no words, no chill in the late October air, no more spiraling thoughts… there was just Jamie. His woody cologne swirled together with the scent of fallen leaves on wet, worn bricks; their air mingled together, and it was happening. His mouth found purchase with hers, softly, tenderly. He tasted like a smoke-filled whisky and something so inexplicably him. Had she been sober, she might have had the thought to hold back some, to not devour this man before her… but she wasn’t sober, and couldn’t have been with the intoxicating feel of him against her body and in her mouth. Her hands moved from his chest up his neck and into the curls at the nape of his neck. He moaned when her fingers moved upwards into his hair. “God, Claire…” His hands roamed around her waist and up the expanse of her back, down her ribcage and almost to her arse, but pulled back to crush her to him instead. She moaned in protest and he laughed breathily as he whispered, “Ye have no idea how badly I’ve wanted to kiss ye like this.” Claire smiled through his returning kisses. An arm snaked around her waist while the other ran up the length of her spine. She was being greedy, she knew it, and couldn’t stop it. Her tongue softly ran along his lips and he nearly spasmed at the contact. Apparently one little tease was all the invitation he needed -- a hand was in her hair, his tongue was in her mouth, her body was crushed against the most beautiful man she’d ever seen. They were playing a dangerous game, the two of them, and she was ready to explode with the fire he set in her.

“You’ll stay…?” He moved his mouth to her ear, nibbling her earlobe just a bit. “God, Jamie…” Hot breath from a small chuckle made her skin erupt in shivers. “You’ll stay? Tonight?”

Stubble scratched her neck, soothed by wet kisses. “Hmmmm?”

She drew his face back to hers in her hands and kissed him soundly. “Come upstairs with me, Jamie.”

Navy orbs met dark gold ones in the glow of lamplight. He made for their mouths to meet again, but didn’t close his eyes. He released her finally, but kept a tight grip on her waist. “Yer so beautiful, Claire.”

She felt her cheeks burn at his compliments. How did he do that to her? Just a few words, a pointed look, a whisper in her direction and she was absolutely melted. She reached for his hand and moved to open her door, but Jamie stayed rooted to the spot.

“I cannae go inside wi’ ye tonight, mo nighean donn.” Surely she hadn’t heard him right. Was he rejecting her? She dropped his hand and stepped back, turning toward the door to turn her key in the lock.

What the fuck happens now? Claire turned, stood up straight, and outstretched her hand. “Well, this really has been a great night. Maybe I’ll see you around sometime?” She tried to keep the hurt off her face, but knew she was failing.

Jamie looked at her hand like it was a foreign object, and stepped forward. He took her small hand in both of his and brought her knuckles to his lips. “Claire, ye have to know how much I want tae go inside with ye. God, I’ve never wanted anything more than I want ye in this moment. But lass, I don’t just want this moment… I want so much more with ye. The way I feel about ye, I know ye feel it, too. I’m not willing to let this get out of hand. Ye mean too much to me. This, means too much to me. I’m going to do this right, mo chridhe.” Claire’s whole body had felt warm with adrenaline moments before, but now it surged with affection for Jamie. “If ye wanted to kiss me like that again though, I wouldna complain one bit, though,” he added with a smirk breaking through his serious facade.

Claire laughed in earnest and kissed him with all the passion she could muster. Her hand rested on his heart and it pounded faster with the seconds shared in their kiss. Before she was lost in him once again, she pulled away and he let out a strangled cry at the loss of her. His eyes hadn’t opened before she had completely extricated herself from him and had her front door open. “Goodnight, James!” she laughed.

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“You’ll be the death of me, Sassenach!” The door was closed before he had time to recompose himself. He sighed and ran a hand through his mussed curls. He absolutely stood by what he said about wanting to honor what they had, and he had not planned on following her to bed tonight. He wouldn’t treat this like it was disposable or quick. Then again… no lass had ever kissed him the way Claire Beauchamp did. Before he could knock on her door and beg her to let him in, he forced himself off the porch and down the sidewalk. One more look at her windows, one more second in place thinking about her, and he’d end up back in her arms tonight. One day, lad. One day.

Jamie had mentioned he had to be at the bookshop the next day, and Claire had every intention of not bothering him at work. She had planned to answer a few emails and do some administrative work with a coffee and then head down to her own shop to work on propagating some of the rarer plants. She loaded her leather messenger bag with her laptop, notebook, writing notebook, an assortment of her favorite pens, and headed down the street. Twenty minutes and a large chai later, she aimlessly strolled toward her shop on Garden Street. She found herself drifting a few blocks south of the direction she should be headed in and a few blocks closer to Fraser Literature. Surely there was no harm in working at one of the tables in the courtyard at the bookshop, right? She wandered through the streets with a new purpose and was soon setting up shop at one of the familiar cafe tables outside her favorite shop. Had the store not been open today, she would have wasted the morning away there in the courtyard, letting the sun glow around her, warming her chilled surroundings. Alas, being a business owner was not exactly as freeing as someone may think and she had work to do. A while later, Claire was zoned-in on an email about variegated monstera deliciosa orders when a voice behind her nearly made her fall out of her chair.

“Whatcha working on today, Sassenach?” She clutched her chest and turned to see Jamie arched an eyebrow and crossed his arms, clearly pleased with his startling announcement of arrival.

“Jesus H. Roosevelt Christ, Jamie! Are you trying to give me a heart attack over here?”

“Ach no, jes’ reveling in the fact that ye clearly can’t get enough of me. Getting me drunk at dinner, encouraging puir decisions, the way ye kissed me last night, trying to get me into yer bed, and now, I find ye waiting for me outside my shop. I jes’ find it interesting , is all.”

“I was doing no such thing! This is just were I work! I’d been working here long before I knew this was your shop!”

“Likely story, Sassenach.” Claire assumed he was trying to wink, but in much the same way an owl does, he just blinked both clear blue eyes at her and scrunched up his nose, making Claire snort in laughter at his attempt.

“I do actually have to work, though, and now that I know you’re distracted, I should go so we both actually get something done today,” she said, and began to pack up her bags.

“Tis a timely distraction, actually!” Jamie handed her a yellow notebook and raised his brows when he gestured throwing her empty drink in the trash.

Claire nodded in response to the cup and continued to pack up. “Oh yeah? Why’s that?”

“We’ve been getting some feedback from customers lately that they’re very much enjoying the ‘atmosphere’ of the store, and more and more people at checkout say they like all the plants hanging around! The boys and I were discussing taking that idea and running with it… kind of an arts experience, ken? The music, the books of course, and bring nature into it all. I’d like to add in some more plants, but dinna ken what would work best. Is there any way ye could help me figure it out? Maybe I could stop by your wee shop sometime and we could talk it out?”

Claire swung her bag over her shoulder and smiled at Jamie’s nervousness in asking her for something so… chill . “Of course you can stop by, Jamie! Actually, I’m headed there now, if you’d like to join?” His smile could have rivaled the sunshine for brightest thing in the courtyard. Claire waited inside the store’s entrance while Jamie told Angus and Rupert he’d be back in a while and noticed the way Jamie’s ears pinked at the tips when Angus leaned in to whisper something and Rupert playfully punched Jamie in the arm. She pretended to fuss with something on the bookshelf, but smiled to herself nonetheless.

“Ready, Sassenach?” Jamie was waiting by her side a few moments later. It was Claire’s turn to beam up at him.

“Always.”

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Thistle and Bloom was Jamie’s second-favorite place in all of Boston. It was the word “thistle” that had originally drawn him into the shop shortly after moving to the city. It reminded him of home, of the Highlands, and of all the things that just felt like home. He had met the redhead behind the counter a handful of times, always hearing the owner was out back working, or gone searching for herbs, or otherwise occupied. He and Geillis had become friendly over the years, and the other lads had become more than friendly with her on more than one occasion. It was Geillis that had invited them all out to karaoke, and he would forever be grateful for how fate had worked in his life. Geillis, this shop, his bookstore, Scotland… all of it played a part in getting him here today, with Claire.

They approached the storefront and Claire absolutely beamed with pride. The outside of the shop was ornate for Boston, but beautiful. The building was brick, with a white-washed wood first story with large arched windows. Painted with forest green on the arches of the facade, a heavy naturally-stained wood had the name of the wee shop painted in gold lettering, and a heavy carved thistle painted in gold sat as the crowning jewel in the signage. English ivy crawled and sprawled up the planters on the sidewalk and up the white wood over the green arches and up the antique brick. Whisky barrels sat in front of the windows exploding with blooms in modern arrangements, like they had truly come to life in the most whimsical and elegant way. Now knowing it was Claire behind it all, everything made sense. He thumbed a rogue branch of the ivy, it’s Englishness not lost on him. Inside the store, Jamie saw it all with fresh eyes.

Jamie was a fair gardener -- truth be told, he hadn’t needed explicit help in finding the right plants for his store, but he’d near say anything to spend time with Claire. She nervously showed him around, occasionally muttering the scientific name of a houseplant or remarking about the rarity of another under her breath. Only once did she catch one yellowing leaf on something that trailed up the wall, and she plucked it off and shoved it in her jeans pocket. Jamie shook his head in exasperation at her -- didn’t she know, everything she did was perfect? They continued their little tour and examined every plant in the store for Jamie’s needs. Jamie occasionally hummed or nodded in agreement of Claire’s assessment of the plants, but he knew she really wasn’t talking to him. Sometimes, she’d look at Jamie or ask for his opinion on a plant, but otherwise, she existed in her own little world. Claire had amassed a collection of medium-sized plants on the counter she assured him wouldn’t be too much work but would flourish with his attention, and turned the most brilliant shade of pink when she caught sight of him watching her work.

Seeing that the shop was empty for the moment, Jamie moved in toward Claire. Watching her like this, in her element, so happy, he just wanted to kiss her again. Just steps away from her, she turned to him, smiling. One more step until bliss…

Jamie jumped. His phone rang loudly from his pocket. Rushing to silence it, he pulled it out of his pocket to a blonde woman’s smiling face on the Caller ID. He shut off the ringer and looked for Claire. She was shuffling plants at the counter, not really rearranging anything but trying to make herself busy nonetheless. Ifrinn. She saw the damned phone.

“So, Claire…” he was interrupted by a voicemail notication. He ignored it. “I was wondering if ye grow these plants yerself, or…” another loud beep followed by another indicated he was getting texts at a rapid pace. “Jesus, fuck!”

“If you need to get that, it’s really fine, Jamie!” Claire was trying for a breezy tone and failing miserably. She’d seen the beautiful woman on the phone. They never said they were exclusive or anything, it was awfully presumptuous of her to assume that in the two days they’d known each other, that he didn’t have any other ties. She was spiraling but a warm, steady hand brought her back down to reality.

“I dinna need to do anything, Sassenach. Nothing matters to me now except for being here with ye.” He gave her a reassuring smile, and with only the briefest hesitation to make sure she was caught up with his feelings, he kissed her chastley. “Now, I was asking how ye came to amasse such a small jungle.”

Claire smiled adoringly at Jamie, pushing any nagging thoughts about the mysterious caller to the side. “I’d like to show you something, if you can be away for a little while longer,” Claire said. Jamie nodded and followed her when she went out the back door of the shop.

Instead of finding a back door leading to an alleyway or a small yard, Jamie stepped into pure light. A white wooden door with paned glass led the way into the most beautiful greenhouse Jamie had ever seen. It was a few small rooms, each terraced with a few cement steps leading into the next. Slowly walking through, Jamie noticed each tiny room was a different biome: one for tropical plants, one for houseplants, one for cacti and sand-dwelling plants, and one with plants he’d never seen before. The windows were probably once crystal clear, but now the glass was clouded with condensation and moss in the corners. The cream paint on the window and door panes was chipping away in places, and the floor was covered in loose dirt and a few errant leaves. Everything was diffused light and shades of green and white and warm air. It was warm inside and Jamie wiped away a bead of sweat from his forehead. He turned to Claire, who stood in the far corner, awaiting judgment like a child. She smiled shyly, hugging herself and leaning against a potting bench. Her hair was conspiring with the humidity to add more curls to her head at an alarming rate, and she looked like the queen of her own personal Jumanji. Jamie had never seen a more ethereal sight in his life.

“Ye know, I always come here when I miss home,” he held a leaf the size of his own head in his hand and made his way along the rows of flora as he continued. “Scotland is so green, ken? I think it’s the thing I miss most. The traditions there are so old but it’s so green and fresh and new out in the moors and the lochs and munros. This shop, yer shop,” he smiled at her, “it always felt the way I felt about being home in Scotland.”

“Have I told you I grew up in Scotland?”

Jamie’s head snapped up at that. “Ye said ye were from Oxford?”

She nodded. “Yes, originally. I went to school in Oxford, and Oxford was where I thought I’d build my life. Actually though, in between travelling with my uncle, we’d always end up in Scotland. My uncle had a place in Glenfinnan?” Jamie’s jaw dropped. “I take it you know the place?”

“Aye! I’m from Inveraray!”

“I’ll jot that down in the list of things we have in common!” She laughed. “Anyways, he had a croft up there and we’d go all the time. It’s mine now, but I haven’t had time to make it back there after opening up shop here in Boston. Scotland holds a very special place in my heart, though. All the important moments in my life happened in the Highlands: my best birthdays, my first kiss, my biggest adventures, it’s where I went when I left my ex, when my uncle died…” Jamie came to her, stroking her arm when he saw her eyes shimmered with unshed tears. “The highlands always felt wild and peaceful and magical to me. I wanted to have a slice of that here. It’s obviously for work, too, but this… this is my favorite place. My oasis. It feels…”

“Like heaven,” Jamie finished. The moment he said it, he almost wished he could take it back not because he didn’t mean it, but because it really did feel like heaven here with her.

“Like heaven,” she repeated. He found her staring longingly at him, and he couldn’t help it then. He kissed her with as much admiration as he could possibly muster in a kiss, and it still didn’t feel like enough when she drew back for air.

“Having you here with me, in this place… This is more than I could have ever hoped for.”

“Make me a promise, Sassenach?”

Claire was puzzled. She brought him into her very favorite place, and he’s asking for random promises right now? “Yes, Jamie?”

“Promise me we’ll end up in Scotland together. I’ll take ye up the munros and down in the lochs and we’ll laugh and drive and get caught up in sheep herds together. We’ll drink ‘til we cannae walk we’ll talk about how the universe conspired to get us here. Me and you, mo nighean donn. Promise ye’ll let me follow ye around the world and back to the place we both love. Promise me that one day, we’ll get back there together.”

Despite knowing Jamie for such a short time, despite the day that was supposed to be a fun, non-committal one picking out plants, Claire found herself swimming in the depths of his ocean eyes with no plan to get out and dry off. Despite the rational part of her brain telling her she should not be making plans so soon, she saw an entire lifetime in his face. Maybe it was the ethereal atmosphere, maybe it was that he made her drunk on his presence alone, maybe it was magic that made her match his eyes and say, “Scotland it is. I’ll follow you anywhere.”

#in which tessaactually tries fan fic #songs about me fic #outlander fic #outlander fan fic #jamie x claire #jamie fraser #claire beauchamp #FIRST KISS FIRST KISS FIRST KISS #things are amping up to get v angsty #but until then #things are V FLUFFY #and are about to get vvv smutty.

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j-hoseok94 · 5 years ago

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Book:House of Cards

Author:ReyRey

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Four

The question rolled off his tongue a little too easily as I stood stunned and not knowing exactly what to say, I just looked up at his cute little bunny smile. "Uhh.. well..T-This weekend?" I looked down almost not wanting to say yes but also not wanting to lose the chance to find out what he was asking exactly. He kept his eyes on me and i wish that he wasn't so close to me so I could think. I didn't really have anything to do but i had to make it look like i was a busy girl. I chewed on my bottom lip over thinking what he was asking. "Um i'm actually not busy this weekend. Why do you ask?"

His smile growing as he heard what I said. "So what you're saying is you're free?" I nodded as he rubbed his thumb along his bottom lip. I couldn't help but look at his bottom lip looking slightly puffy and as pink as a cherry blossom tree in the middle of spring. They looked irresistible and I knew he was rubbing his thumb there on purpose just so it would draw my attention there.

He chuckled and let his hand fall to his side as he continued to stare. "That's actually great cause Jimin is throwing a party on Saturday and you are now my plus one princess."

My mouth dropped open,"I-I.." Honestly i was at a loss for words, here I was a very shy awkward girl who really only had one friend, and here he was one of the most popular guys in our school asking me to a party. "Great so I'll let you know what time it starts and where it's at. See you on Saturday princess."He pushed a strand from my face and tucked it behind my ear. His touch gentle but intentional, i couldn't breathe and was still in shock as I watched him walk away.

'What the actual fuck just happened?' I asked myself as I started walking home. Soon enough my best friend was there waking next to me. I was still in my thoughts not even really noticing him talking to me about his day. As I pulled myself out of my very puzzled thoughts i listened to what he was saying,"You wouldn't even believe my day Rose! My crush she lent me a pencil! Oh god why is she so freaking pretty i can't even form words, i'm too shy. Rose! Rose? Are you even listening to me?"

I laughed, he acted like such a girl sometimes well to be honest he was only that way around me cause we grew up together and I rubbed off on him. He used to be so serious and he tries too hard, but he is super sweet and whoever ends up with him would be lucky to have him. He's a big teddy bear and way too shy for his own good. I've tried to break him out of his little shell he's formed over the years from the constant rejection, but nothing I do really works. I mean shit ladies he's not ugly and he's always working out so his body was always in tip top shape. Though he is a huge nerd and a dork so i guess why some girls are like ehh. Still he was adorable in his own way.

"I'm listening chipmunk calm down you're acting like a female." He pouted at me calling him a chipmunk but he let it go.

Deepening his voice on purpose,"I'm not a female i'm a man." I died of laughter having to stop in my tracks and hunch over strands of my hair falling forward. "Aw man you're hilarious. How could you even say that when you were practically squealing over a girl lending you a pencil?" I scrunch my eyebrows at him and continued walking wiping the tears that came to my eyes from laughing so hard.He punched my arm,"Hey! Don't be mean." I wrapped my arm around his shoulder, "Oh chipmunk you're adorable sometimes." I giggled as we walked the rest of the way to my house.

It was late, maybe around 10 pm i glanced at my passed out best friend he was sprawled across my couch. His long bangs covering one of his eyes as he lightly snored. It was adorable and he looked like a little kid when he was knocked out like this. I grabbed my fluffy blue blanket gently placing it over my best friend as I pushed his bangs from his face, he shifted, I froze fearing that i woke him up but after a moment he resumed his light snoring. I let out my held breath "Pheww that was close.." I tiptoed to my room and climbed into my soft bed making sure to place my phone on it's charger.

BZZ..

I groaned 'I was just getting comfy' I rolled over grabbing my phone and unlocking the screen.

JUNGKOOK:

I'm excited for Saturday princess i hope you are to 😉

I did a double take as i realized it was Jungkook texting me..and it was 10 at night why was he messaging me so late.

ROSE:

WTH it's freaking 10 at night why are you messaging me so late? How did you even get my number?

BZZ..

JUNGKOOK:

It's not that hard for a person like me to get your number sweetheart.

I grew annoyed with his pet names they made me cringe.

ROSE:

Stop calling me weird names creeper. Anyways i never actually said i would go with you soo..

I smirked at my response trying to unleash some of my smart ass qualities ..it wasn't working.

BZZ..

JUNGKOOK:

Aww princess it was never an option. I'm Jungkook i always get what i want and right now i want you. You'll soon realize how you truly feel for me.

I read the text slightly disturbed 'What the hell was he thinking i didn't like him like that, i mean yeah he's hot but i would never date him. How would he 'make me' like what was he gonna do, kidnap me?' i paused at my thoughts as they turned dark. i shook my head 'no he was a creep but he wouldn't stoop that low.'

I decided to leave the conversation at that not wanting to waste time on him. I laid down letting my eyelids close as I drifted to sleep wanting this week to be done with.

It was Friday finally and that meant the party was tomorrow. I was actually nervous i had never been to a party let alone invited to one and here one of the biggest fuckboys in school was pretty much making me go. I closed my locker swiftly and locked it as i was about to turn around i heard footsteps stop behind me. I didn't want to turn around what if it was Yoongi he was avoiding me like the plague ever since he lost his temper in the hallway. I took a deep breath,"Why hello Princess how's your day going?" I stifled a groan. Jungkook. I turned around, fast to respond in a smart ass way, but as I turned I was met with three other guys standing around Jungkook. I froze, my mouth agape like an idiot. "What's wrong Rose? Finally have nothing to say back?" I scowled at him clutching my books so tight to my chest causing my boobs to be smashed closer to me. He looked down at my actions, eyebrows raising a small grin forming on his face.

"Don't even think about it!" i scolded him,"What do you want Jungkook?"

"I already told you princess i want you" I rolled my eyes at him ignoring his comment.

"Are you not gonna introduce us to your friend here Kookie?" a very tall angelic man said nudging Jungkook with his elbow. Kookie rolled his eyes now with a scoff,"Sure Taehyung you can meet Rose." The tall guy reached out his hand his half blonde half pink hair looking intentionally messy which only added to angelic features his contacts making him have blue eyes made me melt a little. I smiled weakly up towards him extending my hand out to meet his. He had such big hands but they were soft as fuck. "I'm Taehyung but you can call me Tae. It's nice to finally put a pretty face to the name." He smiled a cute ass boxy smile and I couldn't help but feel a little more relaxed. I giggled maybe a little too much,"Nice to meet you Tae."

Jungkook looking a little irritated,"Well i mind as well introduce everyone then. Hoseok, Jimin this is Rose." I shifted my attention to the other guys standing beside kookie. Hoseok had brown hair and brown eyes, taller than me, but to be fair everyone was taller than me. His smile was like a ray of sunshine as he waved to me. "Hiiiii Rose, You can call me Hobi." I smiled politely and waved back.

Jimin ,who was a few inches taller than me, had purplish grey hair and he had some grey contacts on which complimented his hair. He looked at me sideways checking me out head to toe. "Great choice for your plus one Jungkook. Don't break her alright." He patted Kookie's shoulder and turned to walk away not even giving me another glance. Jungkook looked over his shoulder to Jimin with a chuckle,"No promises ChimChim."

I stared after Jimin wide eyed 'Break her? Wth did he think was gonna happen at this party!' I glared at Jungkook disgusted with his response. I would make him wish he could have me. "I have class I'll see you guys tomorrow at the party right? Tae and Hobi?" They looked at me, smiled and nodded,"Great bye boys." Deciding to be bold and confident for once in my life I built up the courage and I gently brushed my finger under Tae's chin, "I'll see you later handsome." Winking at him i walked right past a very wide eyed Jungkook and ran my finger across Hobi's chest, "You too Hobi."

I continued off to class turning a corner, my confidence faltering as I realized what I just did. I started shaking 'What the fuck was that? Where did that come from? I was just so damn triggered that Jungkook even thought he had a chance. I didn't mean for that to come off that way. Fuck.'

I tried my very best to forget that had even happened. For the rest of the day I stayed to myself not talking much. Last period came and Yoongi actually showed up for class plopping down next to me. He looked over at me. I had my chin resting on my hand and I was fiddling with my pencil not paying any real attention to him. "What's wrong with you? Boyfriend break up with you or something?"

I scrunch my eyebrows and let a light laugh escape my mouth. "What boyfriend? No one here wants to date me." I said in a low voice, not having enough energy to hold my tongue or hide my low self esteem.He scrunched his eyebrows at me looking almost upset at my comment but I just assumed I was over analyzing. I sighed deeply closing my eyes for a moment,"Look, I don't really wanna talk today so i don't care what you do for the project i gave my ideas so do with it what you want. Okay?" He nodded not saying anything else.

I really didn't wanna go to this stupid party tomorrow my anxiety was already high as fuck and now it was taking it's toll on my energy. If I don't go Jungkook would probably show up at my house like the creep he is and drag me out of the house. 'What would i even wear?' I didn't have any chick friends so asking for fashion advice was a no go. My best friend he had no idea about girls fashion and he had never been to a party as far as i knew so again a no. I glanced over at Yoongi who had his headphones in his ears clearly lost in his music occasionally jotting down corrections to be made to the rhythm.

He had on black little hoop type earrings, a yellow Rolling Stones t-shirt with white suspenders attached to his dark blue torn jeans, black combat boots and a black leather jacket with pins and zippers on it. He looked cute and obviously he had some sense of fashion I decided to ask him. I would probably instantly regret it but I didn't have anyone else to ask that would be honest. I nudged his elbow a little he didn't even budge. I nudged again... Nothing. 'Alright i guess i have to resort to extreme measures.' I reached up and ruffled his minty hair causing it to stick up in a weird way. He flinched and almost fell out of his chair. "What the hell!?" he looked over at me eyes blazing with anger. I couldn't help but laugh at his reaction covering my mouth with my sleeve trying to stay quiet.

"I'm sorry...You.... You weren't responding to my nudges...So I had to resort to... extreme measures." laughing in between every few words.

He scratched his head and started running his fingers through his hair trying to fix what i messed up,"What do you want?"

I cleared my throat and sat upright. "So Jungkook is making me go to this party Jimin is throwing tomorrow and i don't know what to wear honestly cause, i've never been invited to parties so I guess what I'm asking is what should i wear?" I rambled on for too long it seemed.

He just looked at me, his face expressionless. "Jungkook invited you? Ha what the hell was he thinking, inviting someone like you to Jimin's party? Well you don't have the curves for a dress and you probably don't know how to walk in heels..honestly the clothes you wear to school is unattractive so i don't see why you would even go. To top it all off you don't even have that pretty of a face. Just stay home."

As he finished his rant i was so shocked i didn't even notice the tears that had welled up in my eyes, slowly spilling over the edge. "You didn't need to be such a jerk about it Yoongi!" I grabbed my book bag and without another look back i ran out of the class not caring that it wasn't over yet. I ran blurry eyed and all to the exit not wanting to even be in the same building as him. 'Why did I ever think Min Yoongi was anything more than an asshole.' I ran my ass all the way home, not stopping until I got there.

-Yoongi-

Yoongi wasn't trying to hurt her feelings he was just so consumed with anger at Jungkook. How could he invite Rose to Jimin's party what was his end goal? Oh who was he kidding it's Kookie we all knew his end goal. Yoongi just wanted to protect her to keep her from making the same mistakes other girls did when they went with Kookie. If he had to make her hate him he was willing to go that far. He didn't understand why he was so protective of her. He just was, she was too innocent for this world and too fragile. Perfect like an untouchable statue or better yet a Goddess.

He walked aimlessly after class the memory of her crying face as she stared at him. His heart ached 'Why did she have to look so heartbroken' He hated seeing her sad let alone cry he just wanted to hold her and run his fingers through her long black hair. He suppressed his thoughts. He knew he could never be with her the way he was thinking. He kept brushing it off like it meant nothing to him. There was no way he had actual feelings for her. 'It's just sexual tension that's all, i just need to get her and then i'll be over it.' He laughed it off like what he thought was the truth. 'Now I have to go to this party and make sure Kookie behaves.' He shoved his hands in his pocket and headed home. Mentally noting that he had to get to Rose first before Kookie could get his grubby little hands on her.

'Watch yourself Kookie you're playing a dangerous game. One you're not prepared to play.'

He lowered his head at the thought, letting his Minty bangs cover his eyes as he smiled.

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