#in regular conversation - ie not in greeting / phone / walking into a room just to get attention or have someone look up

[not-poignant]

226k in it finally happened, Ef called Gary by his name (in front of Gary)!!!🥳 And it was to APOLOGIZE my hearttt I thought maybe it was gonna be mid-sex fjfjfj. I know you said the hold off wasn't intentional and I might be thr only one who cares (I sent an ask abt it before🙈) but I *do* care so this was very satisfying😍 The apology felt more intimate and grounding bc of it. Ahh. (PS I'll still keep my fingers crossed for a spooked/alarmed/overwhelmed mid-sex 'Gary'🤭)

Ahaaa anon I haven't been keeping track of it at all, lol, so I had no idea it was the first time he's said Gary's name to Gary!

To me it just felt natural that he hadn't yet. He's really not likely to say it during sex (honestly I think it's extremely unrealistic tbh, most people aren't just randomly saying their partner's name during sex or even, frankly, pornography. It's really only in romance novels that it happens with any frequency, and well, I don't write typical romances! Unless someone has a personal kink for it, it's really not happening that often, but if someone does have a kink for it then like, good for them! They can live their best life :D - personally nothing makes me cringe more than 'oh Gwyn, Gwyn, oh GWYn, OH GWYN' and I'm sitting there screaming 'LEARN ANOTHER FUCKING WORD they're literally right there in the room with you' lmao. I hate it about as much as 'oh alpha alpha' and 'oh omega omega' - I know people have kinks for that stuff, but I'll be here firmly in the squick column.)

A lot of the time in my stories when a character uses another character's name, it's often as a show of power. It's why my top characters and dom characters do it so much more than the bottoms. It's a way of gaining someone's attention. In regular speech, people are often very rarely using each other's names to each other, but you'll actually find it happens more in some BDSM scenes, and it's a good way to establish a power dynamic.

The combination of 'people just aren't often doing this' and 'I often use it to signal a power dynamic' just means it really hasn't come up for Efnisien until now and likely may not at any other point, unless he's literally calling out for help, or wanting Gary to stop doing something. Names are an attention-getter, but frankly they're often very unnecessary, because you often have the attention of the person you're in the room with. Like, it did feel natural to write in the moment in that chapter (i.e. I didn't notice it), but it hasn't felt natural until now, and idk when it will again, and I probably won't notice when it happens!

[michelangelinden]

A coffee order doesn’t tell you someone’s sexuality (but it kind of really does)

HAPPY BIRTHDAY @iti-iskuna I WROTE THIS FOR YOU I HOPE YOU LIKE IT

this is a willex coffee shop au because there aren’t enough already! (Thank you @sunsetcurbed for beta reading ily)

(6.2k words, link for ao3 is in the reblogs)

„Honey, I’m home,“ Luke calls as he strides into the apartment.

Alex groans loudly as a greeting. He doesn’t want to get up from the couch. His position isn’t very comfortable – his face is pressed into the armrest, his neck at a very awkward angle – but he needs to lie like this to mope correctly.

“Why isn’t dinner on the table yet? What are you doing in the living room?” Alex lifts his head to stare at him. “Sorry,” Luke says quickly and comes over. He drops his backpack by the coffee table and Alex pushes himself up so that Luke can sit on the couch and Alex can lie back down over his lap. Luke begins to gently card his hands through Alex’s hair.

“Why are you moping?” he asks, scratching Alex’ scalp and he feels himself relax a little.

“You know how I work at the coffee shop down Wilshire Boulevard?” he begins and Luke chuckles.

“Yes, I am in fact aware of that job. Pays our rent.”

“Right. Get a job, by the way.” Alex turns his body so that he’s lying on his back and his face isn’t squished by the cushion.

“I’m working on that. Continue.” Luke starts pushing Alex’ hair out of his face.

“Anyways. So, you know how I meet a shit load of people every day. Like, we have our regulars, but we have a lot of new people coming in, too.”

“Let me guess,” Luke interrupts him, “cute boy?” Alex groans again in response and raises a hand over his eyes.

“So cute. You have no idea.”  

“You’re gonna tell me about him.” It’s not a question. Luke already knows what’s coming.

“I sure am, close your eyes.” Alex peers up at him but the angle doesn’t let him see if Luke actually did as he was told. “Are they closed?”

“They’re closed.”

“Alright, picture this.” Alex thinks back to the situation from this afternoon. “I’m just chilling behind the counter, wiping the same spot for like three minutes straight, ‘cause I’m so bored, it’s a Tuesday afternoon, you know the drill.” Luke nods. “Flynn said some stupid shit, as she does, I’m laughing, and the bell above the door rings. So, I whip around, a little surprised, because, you know, Tuesday afternoons are always super lame and no one gets coffee –“ there’s a bite of pain his side “– hey!”

“Get on with it.”

“Chill. Okay. So, I turn around and in walks this absolute god of a man.” Alex takes a moment to envision him again. “Long, dark hair, black shorts, a skateboard under his arm, tie-dye shirt that’s, get this,” Alex pauses, “cropped.”

“Oh shit,” Luke gasps, rightfully so, that has been a damn sight for Alex’s sore eyes.

“YES! And he just strolls into the shop like it’s no big deal, like I’m not dying behind the espresso machine just looking at him.”

“Did you greet him?”

“I didn’t, at first, I was too stunned by the inch of skin visible above the shorts.” Luke laughs because that definitely hasn’t been the first occasion that Alex has been stunned into silence by the looks of a cute boy. “But Flynn pushed me and I had to serve him.”

“And?”

Alex frowns.

“What?”

Luke sighs.

“What’s his name?”

“Oh. Yeah, I didn’t ask.”

“I’m sorry, what?” Luke looks down at him, his eyes now open and his eyebrows in a deep frown.

“It’s a Tuesday afternoon, the shop was empty! I can’t just ask him for his name if he’s the only one there,” Alex exclaims, gesturing wildly, before hesitating. “He’d think I’m a creep,” he concludes.

“But now he just thinks you’re not interested in him!” Luke counters.

“Good! He’s not supposed to.” He glares at him. “He’s a customer, Luke, I have rules.” He groans again. “Hell, I don’t even know if he likes men.”

“What did he order?”

“Vanilla cold brew.” Luke squints his eyes at him until he continues. “With oat milk.”

“He’s gay,” Luke says with a satisfied nod.

Alex scoffs.

“What? Luke, someone’s coffee order doesn’t –“

��Have you ever had a customer order a vanilla cold brew with oat milk that gave you heterosexual vibes?”

Luke raises his eyebrows at Alex, who frowns in concentration. Then he sighs.

“No, I haven’t.”

“Told you!”

Alex grumps.

“Maybe he’ll come back,” Luke offers, patting Alex’s chest consolingly.

“God, I hope he doesn’t,” Alex answers, but at Luke’s confused face he quickly adds, “I’d combust if I had to see him again.”

Luke makes his ‘that’s fair’ face. Alex drops his arm over his eyes again, trying to block out reality.

The front door opens again, a fresh gust of wind blowing over Alex’s face and he lifts his arm. Reggie’s face pops up in his vision, sporting a bright grin, but it turns into a concerned frown when he spots his roommates on the couch.

“Oh no,” he starts, stopping in his tracks, “why are you in the ‘Alex is sad’ position?”

“I’m not sad, Reggie, just gay,” Alex answers him tiredly.

“Oh my god, same,” Reggie exclaims loudly.

He lifts Alex’s legs and drops himself onto the couch next to Luke, draping them over his own lap. Alex turns so that his face is pushed into Luke’s stomach. Luke gives a small ‘oof’-sound in surprise but starts stroking Alex’s hair again.

“Bobby took me to the petting zoo to pet some goats and it was really cute and he was really cute and I was so excited and he took a photo of me and called me ‘Boo’ and –“

Alex closes his eyes. He really loves Reggie but he can’t really handle listening to him gush about his almost-boyfriend-but-also-not-really-boyfriend-but-actually-definitely-his-boyfriend while he’s still moping.

So, he tunes him out, presses his face further into Luke’s stomach, and lets him handle the situation.

 ***

 It’s another Tuesday afternoon and Alex is fucking bored. The shop has been a desert for the better part of his shift – he’s had like three customers and none of them wanted cool fancy drinks but instead something like ‘a coffee, black’ or ‘a green tea, please’.

Not that there is anything wrong with liking black coffee or green tea, but the least his three customers could do for him is ordering something fun for him to make that requires more than pressing a single button. Especially when it’s a Tuesday afternoon.

Flynn is on her break in the back, talking to her girlfriend Carrie on the phone, but Alex doesn’t mind that she left him alone; it’s not like they have anything to do anyways. And when she uses her break to talk to Carrie, the amount of time she spends to talk about her is much shorter, which Alex appreciates. He loves Flynn and Carrie both, but they’ve been dating for two years now and act like an old married couple which can get hella annoying hella fast.

He’s standing behind the counter, sharpie in one hand, drawing random doodles on the paper cup in his other. He’d started with a ghost, that’s his go-to drawing when he’s bored, but now it has four friends, three dogs, a small drum set, a microphone and two failed attempts at a guitar.

When the bell chimes and the door opens, Alex lifts his head and he almost drops his pen.

It’s the boy from last week – hair down, shirt cropped, a skateboard in hand.  And he’s headed his ways.

Alex looks over his shoulder to check if Flynn finished her break and magically appeared behind him but nope, he can still hear her giggling in the break room.

Fuck, he thinks as he turns back around. He startles when he sees the boy right in front of the counter, smiling at him.

He straightens up and clears his throat quickly, running a hand through his hair, almost tangling the pen in it. He drops it and it hits the counter’s edge before falling to the floor and Alex crouches down at rocket speed to pick it up. When he snaps back up he sees that the boy’s eyes follow every movement, his eyebrows quirked and his lips in a lopsided grin.

“You good?” he asks, his eyes scanning Alex up and down.

He clears his throat again, his mind scrambling for an answer for probably a moment too long.

“Yeah!” he settles on eventually, really rushed and with too much air to be too convincing. “Uh, yeah, sorry,” he continues, tucking the pen in the front pocket of his apron. “I didn’t have a lot of customers today, I didn’t, uh, I didn’t expect you.”

The boy chuckles and tucks a strand of hair behind his ear and Alex could combust right then and there. Who gave this man the right?

“Yeah, it’s not very busy right now,” he says, looking around a little. He turns back to Alex. “I was here last week, though.”

“I- yeah. I, uh, I just didn’t expect you to come back.” Alex is so sure his face his bright red from embarrassment. Why can’t he just hold a conversation like a normal person?

“Well,” the boy starts, leaning his board against the front of counter, “I liked your coffee.”

Alex stares at him for a hot second before clearing his throat a third time.

“Anyways, what can I get for you?”

The boy smiles again.

“I’ll have a vanilla cold brew with oat milk, please. The biggest one you have.”

Alex smiles a little at the order but nods, punching the order into the cash register and picking up one of the plastic cups. He contemplates for a second, before pulling the sharpie from his pocket again, starting to push the lid off with his thumb.

“Uh, what’s your name?” he asks carefully. God, he hopes he doesn’t sound creepy.

“I’m the only one here,” the boy answers and Alex half expects him to frown, when he looks up at him, but he’s sporting a small grin.

“Uh,” Alex just says again and mentally kicks himself for it. “Sorry, I-,” he continues, closing the sharpie again and beginning to tuck it back into his apron, when the boy speaks up again.

“It’s Willie,” he says with a smile shining through his voice and Alex blinks at him. “My name is Willie. With ‘ie’.”

Alex looks at him for a second longer than probably appropriate, studies his long, brown hair falling over his shoulders as if carefully draped there; the small golden earring in his right ear, glistening in the afternoon sun shining through the windows; the mischievous glint in his dark eyes as he looks back at Alex. He decides that Willie with ‘ie’ fits perfectly.

Alex smiles at him. He flicks the lid off the sharpie, careful not to send it across the counter, and writes ‘Willie' on the cup in his hand, adding a smiley face after another second of contemplating and deciding that fuck it, he deserves a smiley face.

He moves over to the coffee making station, flipping the lid of the vanilla syrup open and swirling some into the cup with a skilled motion. He adds a scoop of ice and then another, filling the cup almost to the brim. He’s just closed the fridge getting the cold brew when he hears the boy – Willie – speak up again.

“Is this yours?” he asks and when Alex turns to him, pitcher of coffee in hand, he sees that Willie is holding the paper cup full of doodles. “Did you draw these?”

Alex feels an embarrassed blush creep up his cheeks and he looks down again, concentrating on not missing the cup when he fills it with coffee.

“Uh, yeah, I was bored.”

“They’re cute,” Willie says and Alex feels that it’s genuine, the smile noticeable through his words. “I like the ghosts. And the dogs.”

“Thanks,” he answers, not looking up out of fear that Willie might notice his blush.

“What are they called?”

Okay, now Alex does look up, looking at Willie with a frown.

“What?”

“You need to give them names,” Willie tells him as if it’s the most obvious thing in the world.

Really Alex, why haven’t you given them names yet, huh?

“Uh,” he just says, unable to form correct words in his head.

“Can I name them?”

Willie looks at Alex with his eyes sparkling softly, the excitement clear on his face and if the plastic cup full of coffee in hand weren’t for him Alex would crush it for sure.

Can Willie name the doodled ghosts and dogs on his cup? Of course, he fucking can, he can name Alex first born if he asks like that.

“Uh, sure, go ahead.”

He’s so glad he sounds so calm because he’s totally screaming on the inside.

Willie beams at him and turns back to the cup, holding it closer to his face and studying the drawings.

“I’ll call this one George, totally the vibe. And this one – oh, that’s a cool drum set!”

He’s turned the cup over looking at the other side and for a moment Alex feels bad that he has to see his ugly drawn guitars.

“Thanks,” he says anyways, because yes, his drum set did turn out pretty good.

“Do you play?”

Alex’s head snaps up from where he’s pouring oat milk into the cup.

“How- how do you know?”

“You do?” Willie's eyes widen as he looks up at Alex. “Really? That was a wild guess.”

Alex can’t help but grin back at him, Willie's excitement over that revelation infecting him too.

“Yes, I play,” he tells him happily, setting the carton of milk down to not spill anything. “I’m actually in a band too,” he adds because a little promo can’t hurt.

“Dude!” Willie almost yells, leaning over the counter to get closer to Alex. “That’s so cool! What are you called?”

Alex feels pride and excitement bubble up in his chest as it always does when he gets to talk about his band.

“We’re ‘Julie and the Phantoms.’ Tell your friends!”

“Oh, I will! Do you play gigs? Are you on Spotify?”

Alex chuckles a little when Willie pulls his phone out of his pocket eagerly.

“We are, we have an EP out. You should check it out.”

“I definitely will!” Willie taps on his screen before he gasps. “That cover looks so cool!”

“Thank you so much,” Alex says genuinely. “Julie designed it herself.”

Willie looks back up at him, the smile still stuck to his lips.

“Who’s Julie?”

“Oh, our lead singer. She’s honestly the best. You’ll be so impressed when you hear her, I promise.”

They’d all been there when they first heard her sing. That girl has a power that’s not to be underestimated.

“I can’t wait,” Willie answers and his clear voice accompanied by his honest eyes tells Alex that he means it.

For a moment they just stare at each other, both smiling, a blush high on Alex’s cheeks, Willie still holding his doodle cup in one hand and his phone in the other.

It gets awkward after another moment because Alex notices the ice in the cup in his own hand hurting his fingers a little. He pulls his gaze away from Willie and down at the coffee, busying himself with slapping a lid on it.

“Your, uh, your coffee.”

He walks back over to the counter and sets it down in front of Willie, pulling a paper straw from the tall glass next to him and balancing it on top.

“Thanks, uh,” Willie's eyes flick down to the name tag on Alex’s chest, “Alex,” he finishes with a smile. “What do I owe you?”

Oh. Right. Money.

He glances at the cash register.

“$4.55, please. Do you want a receipt?”

“No, thanks,” Willie says. He pushes his hand into the pocket of his shorts and fishes out a $5 bill, sliding it over to Alex.

“Keep the change,” he says while dumping another $1 bill into the tip jar. He grabs the straw and his cup and slowly walks back towards the front door. “I’ll see you around?”

Warmth spreads in Alex’s chest at the thought of seeing Willie again.

“Yeah, definitely.”

Willie smiles at him and salutes him with his drink before he turns and exits the shop.

Alex stares at the closing front door for a moment, watching Willie place his board onto the ground and step on it, pushing off and skating away out of Alex’s sight. When he can’t see him anymore and it doesn’t look like another customer will enter the shop, Alex places his hands on the edge of the counter and leans forward to let out a loud groan towards the floor.

What just happened? Where did Willie come from and why does he make Alex’s insides feel like mush?

This – this – is not okay!

“Ehm, what did I just witness?”

Alex’s head snaps over to Flynn standing in the doorway to the hallway, one hand propped up on her hip, the other holding her phone.

“How long have you been standing there?” Alex asks, not moving from his awkward position at the counter.

“Long enough to watch you fall head over heels for a skater boy.”

Alex gets up straight immediately, holding his hands up in defense.

“I – I didn’t – I’m not in – I didn’t fall – You can’t,” he starts to splutter, taking a step back and bumping his hip against the counter. “What?”

“Sweetie, you had a whole gay panic in the 30 seconds I watched you.”

“What?” he says, his voice raising at least an octave and he clears his throat. “No, I didn’t.”

Flynn doesn’t answer him, just tilts her head and raises an eyebrow.

He groans again because yes, she’s right, he did have a gay panic.

But who can blame him, honestly, when Willie exists with his beautiful hair and his beautiful smile and he’s just strolling into the coffee shop wearing a cropped shirt and –

“Alex!”

His head snaps around to the source of the voice and his eyes lock with his friend Julie, Luke standing behind her.

“Are you okay?” she asks, one hand hovering in the air as if close to reaching out for him.

“Yeah,” he starts, but Flynn butts in and yells “gay panic!” over from where she’s standing behind the espresso machine.

Luke perks up behind Julie, his eyebrows flying up until they’re hidden under his fringe.

“Was it the crop-top boy from last week? Did he come back?” He comes up behind Julie to stand next to her, leaning over the counter to get closer to Alex.

“I –“ he pauses, glancing back at Flynn, who just raises her eyebrows at him. “Yeah,” he answers with a sigh, watching Luke gasp excitedly.

“Did you finally get his name?” Luke asks.

“Wait, what? Who are we talking about?” Julie asks with a frown, looking back and forth between Alex and Luke.

“Alex has a crush on a –“ Luke starts to explain, but Alex cuts him off.

“I do not have a crush on him!”

“Then tell me why you were staring longingly after him just three minutes ago.”

Alex gasps dramatically at Flynn’s betrayal, turning back and glaring at her, but she just glares back at him. He sighs again, turning back to his friends.

“So, there’s this customer, his, uh, his name is Willie.” He pauses for a second for Luke to start vibrating out of excitement about the new information. “He came here for the second time today and – and he’s so beautiful, fuck!” He slumps forward, burying his face in his arms on the counter.

“Oh Alex,” Julie said consolingly but he can hear her smile. He feels her hand patting his hair gently and he lifts his head a little, setting his chin on his forearms.

He’s fucked. He’s so fucked. And Willie is so beautiful, Alex just wants to scream.

 ***

 “No- no Flynn, you can’t – don’t leave me!” Alex argues as Flynn struggles to release his grip. “It’s 3.30, he’ll come any minute now!”

“Exactly, which is why I don’t want to be here!” she argues back, softly punching him in the stomach to let go of her. It doesn’t hurt but he gets the message and releases her shoulders. “I don’t want to watch you simp over this guy for five minutes while you stretch making his coffee just so you can talk to him.”

She’s calling him out and she’s right. He does take way too long making his drink just to get him to stay a minute longer. But it’s not like he’s harming anyone with it. Most of the times Willie came in in the past month he’s been the only customer and he never seemed to be in a rush, so Alex doesn’t feel bad for pouring the milk in very slowly.

And yes, she’s also right about the simping part, even though he really doesn’t want to admit it. He keeps staring at him when he talks about a topic he’s interested in – art for example, he really likes art – and has to be careful not to spill anything when that happens. It happened once. He’s not proud of it.

But every time he starts to ramble about something he likes his eyes start to sparkle and it seems like he’s glowing and his hands are everywhere and he makes it really hard for Alex to look away.

Willie got him to ramble too, one time, about the band and their music and when Alex looked up from the cup in his hands and at Willie, he saw that he had the brightest smile on his face, teeth shining and his eyes crinkling. Alex had felt the punch in his gut before his brain caught up to him.

Yeah, he does have a crush on Willie, there is no denying it now, as much as he wants to. But there’s not really much he can do about it.

So, he can kind of get why Flynn tries to get on her break. Still.

“I don’t want to be alone with him, Flynn. He’ll say something cute and I’ll start crying.”

“Oh my god!” Flynn lets out an exaggerated groan. “Just – be the responsible one and start flirting with him or something. Tell him he’s cute.”

“I can’t!” he says loudly. “I have anxiety.”

Now it’s Flynn’s turn to put her hands on his shoulders, shaking him a little while she speaks.

“Alex. You’re 20 years old, you pay rent for an apartment, you’re an adult, you play drums in front hundreds of people! You can tell a boy that he looks cute!”

Alex opens his mouth to argue but she shushes him.

“I –“ he tries again but she cuts him off with a “nope” and when he opens his mouth again she finally asks “what?”

“This is different,” he says, very softly, hoping she finally gets his struggle.

She doesn’t.

“Okay, how is this different?”

He groans internally. How do people not get this?

“I – I don’t know, I –“ he breaks off to heave a sigh. “I really like him, okay? I don’t want him to think I’m weird.”

Flynn tuts. Not in the annoyed way, but in the way she does when Julie is being really dense about Luke’s crush on her or when Reggie hurts his foot jumping around while playing bass.

“Alex,” she says slowly, grabbing his face and making him look at her. It’s a little awkward, her being almost a foot smaller than him, but her grip is strong and her message clear.  “He wears crop tops and buys coffee with oat milk. I don’t think there is a single drop of toxic masculinity in him that would make him think it’s weird if you call him cute.”

He stares at her, his head unmoving between her palms, as she glares into his eyes, into his soul. She squeezes his cheeks a little and he chuckles quietly. She smiles at him and releases his face.

“Here,” she says, looking down at her chest and removing the small rainbow pin from her apron. “Maybe this can give you some emotional support.” She fastens the pin to his own chest, right next to his nametag, and puts her hand over it once she’s done.

“You got this!”

“Thank you,” he says genuinely.

The bell above the door chimes and Flynn’s eyes fly over to the entrance.

“Oh, he’s coming,” she whisper-yells, removing her hand and turning on her heel. Alex takes a step forward in panic, trying to get her to stay one last time.

“No, Flynn, please,” he tries but she shakes her head without looking back at him.

“Nope, I’m already leaving, good luck!” She throws him a thumbs up before she disappears around the corner.

Alex stares after her for a moment before turning around slowly, facing the counter and Willie behind it. Willie smiles brightly when their eyes meet, his gaze warm and Alex feels his stomach flip from that alone.

“Hey,” Willie says, “what’s up?”

Oh, nothing, I’m just hopelessly in love with you, Alex thinks but thankfully doesn’t say out loud.

“Nothing,” he answers instead. He steps closer automatically and props himself up with his hands on the edge of the counter, as he always does when Willie comes in. “Just, uh, life, I guess.”

Willie chuckles at that, a strand of hair falling in front of his face and he brushes it back with his hand absentmindedly. Alex follows the motion closely and hopes Willie doesn’t notice him staring.

“Yeah, I get it.”

They both stay silent for a moment before Alex remembers why Willie came here in the first place.

“Coffee,” he blurts before he can stop himself and he leans back to get to the cash register.

“Right,” he hears Willie say and then the sound of him setting his skateboard onto the floor.

“Vanilla cold-brew with oat milk?” Alex asks, his fingers already hovering over the buttons.

“Actually,” Willie starts and Alex looks at him, “I kind of want to try something new today.”

“Oh, sure. Do you already have an idea?”

“Hm, no, not really.” Willie leans forward, settling his palms on the counter, his face turned upwards at the menu above Alex’s head.

“Do you mind if I suggest something?” Alex asks carefully. Willie tilts his head to look at him and smiles.

“No, not at all, please.”

“So, you like sweet things, right?” Willie nods. “Okay, I’d suggest a latte and we got this cool new cinnamon syrup that makes everything taste like cinnamon buns. I can make it iced and with oat milk, too, if you want to.”

Willie's face lights up and he nods excitedly.

“That sounds great, thank you so much,” he comments. Alex bites at his bottom lip for a second but then he smiles, giving himself a second to appreciate Willie's smile before turning to make his drink.

Out of the corner of his eyes he sees Willie leaning forward, his elbows on the counter and resting his face in his palms. He can feel him watching him work, observing his motions of preparing the espresso, swirling the inside of his cup with the cinnamon syrup and filling it with ice. It’s not really something to show off with, but if he could he totally would. When he turns to get the milk from the fridge he catches Willie's gaze, head tilted slightly to the side, and he feels a blush creeping up his cheeks. Knowing someone is watching you is one thing, but seeing it makes it more intense.

“So,” Willie starts to strike up a conversation, “what made you decide to be a barista?”

Alex huffs a laugh, taking the espresso cup and tipping it over the plastic cup.

“It’s really not as exciting as you might think,” he says, setting the empty cup next to the sink and looking at him. “I moved into an apartment with my friends, needed a job, saw that the café was hiring and applied and thankfully I got the job.” He adjusts the straps of his apron as Willie takes a short look around the shop.

“Do you like working here?” he asks when his eyes have settled back on Alex, now slowly pouring the milk into the cup. He’s taking his time, not only to not overfill it, but also to get Willie to stay longer, talk to him longer, to look at him like that for just a little bit longer.

“Yes,” he decides, because it’s true. He does like working here. “Yeah, I really do.”

“What’s your favorite thing about it?” Willie asks, his gentle voice showing genuine interest.

“Oh, that’s hard.”

There are so many things to like about his job. He likes that it always smells like coffee and sugar when he comes in, he likes it when the sun shines in through the glass panels at the front and paints the entire café in golden hues, he likes having his regulars greet him like friends and tell him about their day. And he likes the work too, making coffee, preparing desserts, talking to his coworkers.

But then he knows what to say.

“Probably observing people,” he finally answers, causing Willie to laugh.

“What?”

“Oh, no, I know how it sounds, but not in the creepy way.” He allows Willie to calm down for a second. “I like watching them being here as a part of their daily routine, you know. When they come here before work they’re stressed because they have somewhere to be, but when they come here after work they always stay to chat for a bit.” Willie nods. “And sometimes we have people come in here, order a hot chocolate and a croissant and then they sit here for hours typing on their laptops or writing in notebooks. And there are people going on dates here and there are many friends and families just spending their afternoon and –“ he breaks off, noticing how he’s rambling and spares a glance at Willie.

“Oh, please continue,” he encourages him, the smile on his lips warm and comforting.

“I – I don’t know, I just – I like the idea of being a part of their life, in a way. Giving them something nice to make their day a little better.” He looks down at the drink in front of him. “Even if it’s only an iced cinnamon latte. Do you want whipped cream? It’s vegan.”

“Yes, of course, thank you.” Willie straightens up, pushing his hands into the pockets of his shorts. He watches Alex add whipped cream to his drink, as well as another small swirl of the syrup and a sprinkle of cinnamon.

“Ah, look at how pretty that looks.” Alex carefully takes the cup and places it in front of him on the counter. “Please appreciate it for a second, before I slap a lid on and smush it.”

Willie laughs but leans forward again to take a closer look.

“It looks very nice, excellent swirl, chef’s kiss.” His eyes flick up at Alex and he feels the blush, that has never quite left his cheeks, darken.

“Thanks,” he says with a short laugh.

“I don’t think I need a lid,” Willie says as he leans back again, “but I do need a straw.”

Alex nods, pulling a paper straw from the glass and sticking it into the cup.

“Voila. Now it’s done.” He pushes it a little closer to Willie. “Please try it.”

Willie reaches for it immediately, picking it up slowly to not spill anything. Alex can’t help but stare in anticipation as Willie takes the first sip through the straw. His eyes flutter closed and he lets out a satisfied hum and Alex is too busy blushing hard to be proud to have evoked that reaction.

“This is really good,” Willie says after a moment, keeping his eyes closed and taking another sip. “Thank you for recommending it.”

Alex clears his throat, trying to get his brain to focus again.

“Sure. You’re, uh, you’re welcome.” He has to scrunch up his eyes for a second and when he opens them again he sees Willie looking at him with an eyebrow raised.

“You good?” he asks and Alex nods.

“Yeah, yeah. I’m glad you like it.”

“I do, really. How much is it?”

Alex’s brain jumps on again and he moves over to the cash register, tapping in the order.

“$5.20, please. Would you like a receipt?”

Willie shakes his head, setting the cup back onto the counter and pushing his right hand back into his shorts pocket. Alex fiddles with his apron straps again while he waits and adjusts his nametag, too.

When Willie hands him the cash, dropping $2 into the tip jar, his eyes settle on Alex’s chest and a smile on his lips.

“Nice pin, by the way,” he comments, stuffing his hands back into his pockets.

Alex, who thought it had stopped, blushed again, looking down at the rainbow pin still on his apron.

“Thanks, it’s my friend Flynn’s.”

He now remembers why he’s wearing it, too. Emotional support. For telling Willie that he looks cute. He can do it, he thinks. But he doesn’t.

“Here’s your change,” Alex says as he hands over a few coins.

Willie nods and a silence forms around them, while they both kind of stare at each other but also kind of don’t. At least Alex tries to hide it, but Willie's eyes bore into his face.

“So,” he starts and Alex can hear his foot scuffing the floor. He’s nervous. “Are you, like, an ally?”

Alex blinks.

What?

Alex didn’t hear him correctly. He can’t have. That can’t be what Willie just asked him.

He blinks again and a concerned frown settles on Willie's face.

“Are you – not an ally?”

What?

“I’m gay.”

Realization dawns on Willie's face. His frown loosens and he opens his mouth slightly.

“Oh,” he says softly. “Yeah, that makes sense.”

“Yeah,” Alex answers, rubbing the back of his neck awkwardly.

“Cool.” Willie pauses, nodding. “Me too.”

“Cool,” Alex repeats, to seem causal, but inside his brain he’s yelling gaygaygay on repeat.

Willie stares at him for another moment and Alex tries his best to stare back.

“I’m gonna go now,” Willie says, grabbing his drink and taking a step back.

Alex’s thoughts are a wild mixture of no, please stay, you make everything feel warm and oh my god, please leave, this is getting too awkward, but he doesn’t want to say either of those so he just says “okay” very quietly and mentally kicks himself for it.

So much for telling Willie that he’s cute.

Willie walks backwards a few steps before finally turning, holding his board under his arm and his drink in his hand, to pull the door open. Alex watches him, unmoving behind the counter. Just as Willie's about to step outside, he turns again, still holding the door handle. He closes his eyes for a moment and breathes in and out.

“Hey, uh, if I were gonna ask you out on a date,” he pauses, “would you say yes?”

Ohmygodohmygodohmygod.

“Yes.”

Ohmygodohmygodohmygod.

“Okay, cool.” Willie moves to leave again, before stopping once again. “When does your shift end?”

Alex can’t believe this is really happening. He glances back at the clock above the menu.

“In about an hour,” he answers, his voice raising at the end like a question even though he’s never been more sure of anything in his life.

“Okay, cool,” Willie says again and Alex laughs a little. Willie smiles at him.

“I’ll see you then?” Alex asks, just to clarify what Willie seems to imply.

“Totally.”

Alex can’t help but grin back at him.

“Okay, cool,” he repeats Willie's words and this time Willie laughs a little.

Willie takes one last look at him before actually moving out of the door, placing his board onto the ground and stepping on it. He doesn’t push off right away, shooting one last smile at Alex and waiting for him to smile back and wave at him.

Alex’s eyes follow him rolling past the front of the shop. He’s still smiling when he disappears out of his sight and Alex feels like his whole body is glowing.

He grips the straps of his apron, biting back a laugh.

This can’t be real, he thinks, but the condensation of the drink on the counter is real and the tips in the tip jar are real and the blush on his cheeks is real and the date – date – is also real. So very real. Holy fuck.

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I Am You, You Are Me [M]

A/N: Annyeong! Happy New Year’s Eve, everyone! This has been in the works since July. Over half a year, countless of sleepless hours, planning and dozens cups of tea/coffee went into this baby, and now it’s finally out. The first installment to a short-ish series (hey, this is already almost 10k, it’s not really that short). I have a lot of future plans for this, so I hope you enjoy the ride as much as I did writing it.

Genre: Body Switch!AU; Namjoon x Reader; Smut; FemMC; Crack; Yup, it’s one of these again. How 2 label, amirite.

Summary: When you go out with your best friend to a party for the hottest celebrities in town, you thought you would only take home a guy's number. But instead, you woke up in your high school bully's bed the next morning with an even worse surprise waiting for you the second you opened your eyes.

Word Count: 9,921

Drabble #01

Warnings: Strong Language, Explicit Sexual Content – You have been warned.

Part 1

“Y/N-ah! You need to get dressed. Now.” Your best friend, Seoyeon, demanded through the phone, her voice changing from excited to completely serious within a split second.    

“But… I’m already comfortable, Seoyeon-ie.” You pouted, completely curled up in a blanket on the couch of your shared living room, watching trashy shows on your TV.   

“What if I told you there is a party with some of the hottest celebs in town happening right now?” The level of eagerness rose at a rapid speed and you could hear her smiling from ear to ear in her tone.   

“These kinds of parties happen all the time. I’m not getting dressed to watch people I don’t care about shoving their generosity in my face on TV.” Your hand was poking through the cocoon you had created to grab into the bag of chips in front of you, before a handful of them landed in your mouth.   

“Well,” she added a pause for dramatic effect, “what if you could see those people in person?”   

"Not interefted. Nife try vough." You happily chewed on the meal you called dinner.  

"But think about all the cute guys you could go home with!"   

Curiosity got the better of you and you immediately sat up straight as you raised an eyebrow. “I’m liphening.”   

Thrilled to hear your response, she let out a happy squeal. “Just get dressed and move your sweet butt Downtown. I’ll send you the address.”   

And just like that, she hung up and you had to cancel your plans to binge an entire season of your favourite show.   

You quickly stood up from your spot, unraveling yourself from your cage in the process, only to head towards the shower right after and hastily started up on your routine to get ready.

---   

An hour, a nervous breakdown in front of your closet and a complete transformation later, you arrived at the place Seoyeon had texted you about. It was a tall building in the centre of town, modern style with big window fronts and a huge crowd in front of the entrance.    

All kinds of reporters from various news outlets were waiting for whoever would show their face and in the middle of it all was Seoyeon, who was wearing a skin-tight red dress, frantically waving at you.   

As you approached the masses they started taking your pictures for just a second, before they realised you were a nobody and returned back to staring at the tall glass doors.   

“Finally! I’ve been waiting forever.” Seoyeon pouted for a second, but forgot about it once she saw your look. “At least you cleaned up nicely.” She pointed at your outfit. You were wearing a black backless dress, that screamed business in the front and party in the back, black high heels and held onto a golden clutch, matching your subtle golden jewellery.

“Mamacita lookin’ fly.” She winked at you, before she turned around on her heels and walked towards the entrance, which was guarded by two bouncers. "Watch this." She whispered.   

“Sorry, ladies, tonight is a private functioning.” One of them slid down his black sunglasses just enough to peek over the rim as he spoke.   

“Oh, I know,” Seoyeon snickered, “I’m on the list. Lee Seoyeon.”   

The man flipped through a couple of pages on his clipboard before he looked back up at you once again. “I apologise for the inconvenience, Miss Lee.” He nodded and let both of you through without another word.   

“Who did you sleep with to get on that list?” you whispered as you walked into the big open lobby.   

“No one… yet.” And again you were reminded of how convenient it was to have a Make-Up Artist as your best friend. Your friendship started early on during your college years and the two of you were inseparable since. Seoyeon had always been the spontaneous one whereas you would think everything through. She was the yin to your yang and, even after all those years, that fact never seemed to change.  

When the two of you ascended to the highest floor, the party had already been in full swing. There were actors, models, artists, musicians and anyone else that had made a name for themselves at some point or another. From what you could gather, you were at some kind of fundraiser after party or, in other words, a place you didn't belong.   

You were immediately greeted by a waiter offering both of you a glass of champagne, which Seoyeon relieved him off without hesitation.   

"Let's get this party started, shall we?" She clinked her glass against yours.   

"To your incredible connections and probably unbelievable persistence." You chuckled. And as you went for your first sip, you realised she had completely finished up her drink in one big gulp.    

"Leave the tray, buddy." Seoyeon already had her second glass in hand when you noticed the waiter looking at you for help and you quickly shook your head, earning a thankful look from him before he hurriedly left your vicinity.   

"Let's find us some partners to dance with!"   

"We've only just arrived, Seo, no need to rush things." You rolled your eyes, when suddenly…   

“Oh my god!” Seoyeon shook you in excitement, “That’s Bangtan Sonyeondan!”   

“Who?” You were looking in the same direction as her and spotted a group of seven handsome young men.   

“Do you even listen to me? I've been swooning over them for months!”   

"They are kind of cute." You nodded as she finally stopped shaking the living hell out of you.   

"Ugh, I've been dying to meet Jin. He's total husband material." Before you knew it, Seoyeon had grabbed your wrist and dragged you along with her. "Come on, let's introduce ourselves."   

As much as you wanted to avoid the situation, you were unable to free yourself from her deadly grip. She might not have looked like it, but she could effortlessly lift a car with her unearthly strength - or so you had told the countless amount of people trying to undermine her petite figure.    

Before the poor guys knew what was going on, Seoyeon and you had already barged in on their conversation.   

"Hi, I'm Lee Seoyeon and this is my best friend Y/N." As per usual she was straight forward when it came to something she wanted. "We saw you from across the room and wanted to invite you to dance with us."  

The guys turned around all at once and you were quickly swept off your feet by their appearance, which was unlike anything you had seen in the past. But one of them did strike you as odd. Not because you didn’t think he was attractive, on the contrary, you would have licked his – presumably existing – abs without thinking twice about it, but he seemed somewhat familiar and you couldn’t put your finger on it as to why.

“I’m sorry, but we’re somewhat busy at the moment, dear.” the tall man with broad shoulders spoke first when they noticed what was going on. “I promise I will look for you in an hour, though.” He winked at Seoyeon and for a moment you thought she was going to faint from his stunning looks alone.  

“O-Okay!” she giggled like a school girl having a crush for the first time. Before she could embarrass herself any further, you decided to drag her somewhere far away from the man that nearly caused her to have a heart attack, knowing she would thank you for this later.   

---  

An hour had passed and just as promised, Jin had found the two of you.  

“We are actually on our way out,” he gestured to the five handsome men behind him trying to press past the crowd of people. “but if you two are interested, you’re welcome to join us.”

If it had been any regular guy, you would have immediately declined the offer. But the fact the only way to see Seoyeon pass up on an opportunity like that was over her lifeless body – and you were sure even then she’d find a way to go through with it – and his angelic appearance made you forget about all your moral inclines, you simply nodded at his words.

Delighted by your spontaneous and wild side, Seoyeon linked her arm with yours as the two of you followed the strange men to the elevator. As you descended the countless floors, you noticed Seoyeon and Seokjin looking at each other as if they were undressing the other with their eyes and you already started worrying about the decision you had made. Once you were in the cold and damp underground parking lot, the feeling in your stomach grew stronger and your heart started fighting your brain for power. This is a once in a lifetime chance, you muttered to yourself as you approached an ominous black limousine with blacked out windows, wondering if you had made the right call.

“We’re just waiting for one more person,” Seokjin’s kind voice somewhat calmed your nerves as he opened the door for you. “But please, take a seat inside before you get cold.”

That’s exactly what a sexual predator would say you thought to yourself, but didn’t bother saying it out loud as you stepped inside the spacious vehicle. The interior was exactly what you’d imagine – black leather seats, a mini bar, speakers and a stereo, but still fancy enough to make you feel out of place.

The car got pretty crowded as everyone climbed inside, but there was still enough space for everyone to sit comfortably. You made sure to sit at the far left with no room for anyone else to invade your personal space, to your right was Seoyeon – who might as well had been sitting on Seokjin’s lap as they whispered sweet nothings into each other’s ears and giggled like little kids – followed by a visibly uncomfortable Jungkook and Jimin. Sitting by himself in the centre was Suga and on the other side were the remaining two men, laughing amongst themselves and trying to ignore whatever your best friend and the man she had been dying to meet were doing.

Despite Seoyeon being all over him, Seokjin noticed your uneasiness and spoke softly in your direction. “Don’t worry, he said he just needed a minute to talk to one of our producers.”

Just as he had finished his sentence and looked out of the window behind him, you noticed his expression changing into excitement.

“Ah, there he is!” Seokjin exclaimed with a big smile on his face as he gestured behind you. You followed the direction his crooked digits pointed at and noticed the tall, stylish young man approach the car, still unsure why he seemed so god damn familiar. “This is our leader, Kim Namjoon.”

“Kim Namjoon?” you froze in place at the mention of his name.

Please, let it not be him you repeated in your head like a chant. There’s hundreds of people called Kim Namjoon. Thousands even. Maybe millions? No way in hell this was the same conceited prick that used to bully you for your weight and braces and would call you ‘Peaches’ in high school, you were sure of it. Needless to say, you had developed a strong dislike toward the aforementioned fruit because of him.  

And then it finally hit you. Shit.

Once the car door opened you contemplated body slamming into him before walking away victoriously, but on second thought you weren’t interested in dealing with an assault lawsuit, no matter how much you would have enjoyed seeing his face squished by your thunderous thighs. Instead, you waited for him to make the first move.

“So, who are these two lovely ladies Seokjin hyung?” He looked at the three of you in anticipation as he took a seat across from you, irritating you further in the process.

“This hauntingly beautiful woman is Lee Seoyeon,” Seokjin took her hand in his and left a gentle peck on it before moving on to you, “and that’s her friend –“

“Best friend.” Seoyeon interrupted him and quickly winked at you.

“Ah, yes. Her best friend, Y/N.” Namjoon held out his hand for you to shake and you reluctantly took it in yours. “It’s nice to meet you.”

Did he just say nice to meet you? You had a hard time keeping your mouth closed, completely perplexed by his words. Surely this was all an act and he didn’t want to lead on he had known you all along.

“Yes, it’s nice to meet you, too.” You subtly raised an eyebrow. He couldn’t have forgotten about you. Sure, you weren’t the flashiest person at your school, but he had made your life a living hell almost every day. He simply couldn’t have forgotten.

“So,” he grabbed a can of beer from the minibar and casually opened it as he struck up a conversation with you to keep both of you distracted from what was going on next to you, “tell me about yourself.”

You told yourself he was just messing with you, that he was waiting for the right moment to strike and aggravate you like he used to, but as you intently looked for clues in his expression, you found his face indicating otherwise. He somehow seemed… genuinely interested? “Ah, am I being too forward?” he self-consciously rubbed the back of his head. “I’m sorry.”

“Oh… uhm, no. I was just… lost in thought.” You tried to brush it off, still slightly irritated by his actions. “What would you like to know?”

“What do you do for a living?”

“I’m a lawyer. My field is civil rights.” You started squinting your eyes, trying to find the slightest hint of malevolence in his eyes.

“What made you pursue that line of work?” he looked at your face in confusion as he kept the conversation going. He was either the greatest actor on earth or completely clueless, but that didn’t stop you from keeping up your guard.

“Oh, you know, the same cheesy story most lawyers have gone through. Someone treated me wrong when I was younger, so I swore myself to stand up for the little guy.” You tried to force a reaction out of him. There was no way he couldn’t remember you now. Or so you thought.

“I can’t believe anyone could possibly treat someone as stunningly gorgeous as you wrong.” He smiled, and you hated how much you adored his dimples. But if he wanted to play dumb, two people could play at that game.

“And what about you? What made you want to become a rapper?”

“I think most people have that dream of becoming popular and making it big in the music industry from a very young age. I guess I just never gave that up.” He took a quick sip of his drink before he continued. “Rapping to me started out as a coping mechanism for stress during my studies and eventually, it evolved from a mere hobby to where I am now.”

His answer seemed completely rehearsed, as if he was being interviewed instead of casually talking to someone new. Could this situation get any more awkward?

“You mentioned your studies,” you wanted him to fess up and quickly changed the subject to one you knew all too much about, “what was high school like for you?”

“Pretty normal, I’d say. Straight A student, a little nerdy even.” He continued sipping on his drink, obviously confused why you were so interested in his school life. Your plan didn’t seem to go as smoothly as you had anticipated, so you decided to take the entire thing into a different direction. Pettiness had never been your thing, but you also never despised anyone as much as you did Namjoon.

“You know,” you started your new approach by sitting right next to him, moving close enough for your knees to touch, “this little Q&A is getting kind of boring.” You noticed him swallow hard when your fingers started wandering up and down his thigh. “And I think we both have something completely different in mind right now than answering questions about our childhoods, wouldn’t you agree?” His demeanour suddenly changed from nervous to hungry as you leaned closer towards him and started nibbling on his ear. It wasn’t surprising to you that he would jump on so quickly, after all you remembered him as shallow and simple-minded. The members around you started averting their gaze, but you didn’t care what they thought. You were never going to see them again after tonight, so what was a little bit of second-hand embarrassment to you when you could get revenge in one of the sweetest ways possible?

Namjoon chugged the rest of his beer and disposed of the can, before he moved his arm around your waist, before he started drawing circles on your stomach with his long digits and nothing but pure lust in his eyes. You had him exactly where you wanted and only needed to wait for the right moment to strike, so you kept up your game for the rest of the drive as you continued making googly-eyes at him.

Eventually, the car stopped in front of a big modern building and everyone left the vehicle as fast as possible. For one, because they could no longer stand to look at whatever Namjoon and you were doing and secondly, because Seoyeon and Seokjin seemed to have plans of their own. The two of you waited until you were alone when Namjoon suddenly crashed his plump lips onto yours. He was… a surprisingly good kisser and his lips tasted sweeter than honey, but no Y/N, you needed to stay on track. You pried yourself away from him, took a quick breath and spoke up once again. “Why – Why don’t we take this upstairs?”

For a second he didn’t seem to understand why the back of a limousine wouldn’t suffice, but thought nothing of it and complied. The two of you exited the car and walked inside the building, before you stepped into an elevator, all the while Namjoon’s hand had rested comfortably on your ass as you walked. Through the entire ride up you tried your best to keep the mood going. You gently rested both of your arms around his neck as you swayed your lower half against his, already feeling his clothed length press against you. You left lustful kisses on his lips, his neck and partially exposed chest as Namjoon as groaned deeply into the crook of your neck and roughly squeezed your cheeks with his big hands. He clearly only had his eyes on the prize.

When the elevator had made it to the designated floor, he took your hand and lead you to their dorm, where everybody had quickly made it to their bedroom already to make way for the two annoying couples. Namjoon didn’t hesitate to continue your make-out session and hurriedly picked you up as you wrapped both of your legs around his waist and your arms around his neck. If it had been any other guy, you would have been all over him. You would have made sure you would never stop tasting his lips and feeling his tongue sensually play with yours. But this wasn’t any other guy and you only gave him enough to keep him hooked. He carried you to his room and when he opened the door, a terrified V was staring at the two of you.

“Oh god, hyung why?!” he covered his eyes.

“Taehyung-ah, could you give us some space?” Of course he didn’t consider the feelings of others. No matter how much of a front he put up, some people never change.

“Jungkookie, I’m sleeping in your room tonight!” Taehyung darted past the two of you and you thought to yourself don’t worry, you can come back very soon and there will be a surprise waiting for you.

As soon as he had left the room, Namjoon closed the door behind him and carefully placed you back on the ground. He stepped behind you and his nimble fingers were already on the zipper of your dress as he left messy kisses on your neck, went along your shoulder, down to your shoulder blade and ended on your spine. You could feel electricity run through you with every single touch and you noticed yourself getting wet. Focus, Y/N, focus.

“This is just an assumption, but I’m sure you have handcuffs around here somewhere.” You winked at him over your shoulder and noticed a fire in his eyes light up at your words.

“My, my, aren’t you a naughty little princess.” He smirked as he bit his lower lip, before leaving one last kiss on your neck and walked over to his bedside table. “What did you have in mind?” he quickly produced the item and let them dangle on one finger as he took close mental notes of your beautiful figure.

“Get undressed and lie down.” You commanded and he immediately obeyed. He seemed so dominant the entire time, but something about you made him weak and hard for you. He slowly unbuttoned the rest of his shirt, revealing a perfectly chiselled body and the abs you had been fantasising about earlier, before he started undoing his pants and sliding them off. The sight alone made an oh-so familiar feeling grow in your stomach as you watched him undress himself painfully slowly and you started wondering if you could still back out. But with revenge so close you could basically taste it, you patiently waited for his briefs to drop. Your eyes widened as you saw what he was packing. He was definitely a grower and you were glad you didn't intend to see this through much longer.

You slowly walked to his bed and picked up the handcuffs as he lied down expectantly, before you started crawling on top of him. You could feel his cock press against your womanhood and had a hard time concentrating on the task at hand. Your train of thought was interrupted further by him pushing you down on his dick and you couldn't hold back your moans any longer. He was feeling too good between you and your wetness started seeping through your panties as you slowly started rubbing up and down his thick shaft. You wanted nothing more than feeling him inside of you as you forgot everything around you.

“Fuck, you look gorgeous.” He took in a sharp breath and was carefully observing his prey as his hands moved along the curves of your body. “I could watch you enjoy yourself all night long.” You were quickly reminded this same man would mock you for the few extra pounds on your hips and it was enough to pull you back into reality. This was the enemy and your plan only needed one more step to be completed.

“Oh, is that so?” you smiled deviously as you slid your hand further up over his smooth skin, the handcuffs ready to be set in place as you grabbed his hands. “Let me give you more of a show.” And with that, you had caught him in your trap. He willingly held his strong arms above his head, ready to be tied down and enjoy what was to come, but only you knew it was not going to be him. As the cuffs snapped around the pole of his headrest, you moved off him and started straightening your close.

“Wait, what’s going on?” he looked at you with a cocked eyebrow and you enjoyed the sight one last time. You enjoyed the helplessness in his eyes as he realised he had been played, your victorious moment over your high school bully, Kim Namjoon.

“You know,” you started zipping your dress back up and fixed your dishevelled hair and make-up. “I thought the day would never come when I could get back at you.”

“Who the hell are you?” confusion was written all over his face as he tried to pull himself free.

“Of course you don’t recognise me,” you scoffed, “but maybe Peaches will ring a bell.”

“Y/N?!” he shouted when it finally clicked. “I… I didn’t…”

“Recognise me without my braces and weight?” you crossed your arms in front of your chest.

“That’s not what I meant. I – “

“Save it.” You walked over to his bedside table and picked up the keys to the handcuffs and shoved them into your clutch as a reminder of your victory. “You might want to try freeing yourself before, you know, someone walks in on you like this.” You quickly took a mental picture of the sight, before you gathered the belongings you had dropped and walked out the door, leaving it wide open as you started looking for your friend. “Seoyeon-ah?” you shouted, “We’re leaving.”

As you made your way through the surprisingly clean dorm you noticed all the member’s heads poking out of their rooms, including Seokjin and Seoyeon.

“What’s going on? Where is Namjoon?” Seokjin asked, concerned for everyone’s well-being.

“Oh don’t worry about him. He’s a little tied up at the moment.” You winked at him as you continued marching on.

“Y/N-ah, what did you do?” Seoyeon ran after you, trying to dress her half-naked body while walking.

“I’ve finally set myself free.” You didn’t need anyone to know your motivations for doing what you did, but you felt great knowing he saw how great you turned out and that he would not live that moment down for at least a little while. It was because of the way he treated you that you had worked hard on everything you had accomplished up until then and a great sense of pride overcame you as you walked out of the apartment.

“You know you will have to tell me what happened eventually after you ruined my only shot with the guy of my dreams.” Seoyeon glared at you as she adjusted her attire.

“I will,” You smiled to yourself triumphantly, “but not today.”

That night your self-esteem went through the roof as you felt the shackles from your past loosen around your ankles. But what you didn’t notice, were the ones around your wrist still shut in their place as you drifted into a deep slumber. You didn’t see the golden shimmer encasing your entire body and you didn’t hear the distant chuckle outside your window while your eyes were closed and your mind was resting. You thought you would no longer get haunted by nightmares, only to find out you would wake up to a completely new one.

---

It was shortly before six in the morning when you were woken up by someone sneaking out of your room. It wasn’t unusual for Seoyeon to enter and quickly grab some of your clothes or accessories, so you didn’t think much of it and turned around in your bed, trying to sleep for just a few more minutes on your day off. But as much as you tried, you couldn’t. Not because you weren’t tired, but because of the door to your room constantly opening and closing.

“For fuck’s sake, Seoyeon-ah, just take what you need and leave me –“ you stopped mid-sentence when you noticed something out of the ordinary. Your voice… appeared to be multiple octaves lower than usual. Had you been that sleep deprived?

“What are you talking about, hyung?” a male voice you couldn’t quite place was talking to you and you immediately jumped up on your bed.

“What are you doing in my room?!” you noticed your pitch still hadn’t changed back to normal and when you looked at the man in front of you, you realised it was Taehyung, the guy you had probably scarred for life the night before.

“Are you all right, hyung? Do you want me to call a doctor?” why did he constantly call you hyung? You were clearly a woman and not even close to him in the slightest. You started looking down on yourself, quickly noticed something different about your chest and as you continued further, saw something poking against your boxer briefs. Wait, briefs? You skipped off the bed and darted past him without another word, trying to find a bathroom in the apartment you had been in only once before: Bangtan’s dorms.

As you opened one door after another, not caring about who you would be waking up, your mind started racing into an infinite amount of directions. What was going on? Why were you in their apartment? And why did you get the feeling you were no longer yourself, but someone you had resented most of your life?

When you had finally found the bathroom, you quickly locked yourself inside and looked at yourself in the mirror as your deepest fears became reality. Namjoon’s face was staring directly at you. “This can’t be true.” You whispered under your breath and heard his voice echoing back. "Shit! Please, don't do this to me!" Your words came out louder than anticipated and you suddenly heard Taehyung speaking from the other side of the bathroom door.

"Hyung, are you sure everything's okay?" He seemed genuinely concerned, which didn't help your situation at all. You had to act, quickly.

"Yes…" You hurriedly tried to remember how Namjoon had spoken to him the night before to appear more natural, "Taehyung…-ah. I just… Noticed a pimple." You quickly marked a spot on Namjoon's - no, your - face with the first kind of lotion you could find, walked towards the door and opened it. "See? I think I'm coming down with something." Somewhat satisfied with your answer, the young man visibly relaxed and let out a sigh of relief.

"Okay then, guess you were just still a little out of it after last night, huh?" He gave you a small empathetic pat on the back "I can assure you, it's a completely normal size. You have nothing to be ashamed off."

"Uhm… All right then. Thank you?" You looked at him in confusion as you ruffled through his hair, before you made your way past him and into Namjoon's bedroom, with Taehyung still following right behind you, and started looking for Namjoon's phone.

After five minutes of searching you were on the brink of giving up when you realised the boy had been watching your every move. He lives with Namjoon; he surely knew where he must have kept it. "Say, Taehyung-ah, you wouldn't happen to know where Nam- I left my phone last night, would you?"

"I don't know, hyung. Have you tried the back pocket of your pants?"

"Pants, yes!" You accidentally shouted and tried to regain your cool, "and, uhm… Where do I usually keep them?"

"That chair over there." He pointed directly at them. "Are you really sure you're fine?"

You didn't have to look very long and found it right away. "Yes, I'm just hunky-dory. Would you excuse me for a second?" You darted out of the room again and back into the bathroom, trying your hardest to remember your own phone number, but nothing came to mind. Seoyeon! You hurriedly dialled her number, knowing full well she would be awake at such an ungodly hour.

“Yes, who is this?” you had never been more grateful in your life to hear her voice.

“Seoyeon-ah, it’s me –“ before you could tell her your identity, she cut you off.

“Oh my god, Namjoon-ssi?” You were taken aback. For one, because she knew his voice much too well and secondly, because you could hardly tell her she was wrong. “Is this about the award I took with me? Fine, you can have it back. I just wanted to have something to remember last night by.”

“No, no! I just have to – Wait, you did what now?” You were and were not surprised at the same time. It somehow seemed to be fitting for her to steal an award from the guys. That didn’t make it right at all, but you decided to deal with that issue later. “Listen, Seoyeon-ssi, I have to speak to Namj-Y/N. Could you please wake her for me?”

“Is someone desperate for more?” you could hear the smile on her face as she teased you.

“This is not the time for jokes. Please, just get him-… her on the phone.” You impatiently tapped your foot as you heard her steps on the wooden floor of your apartment. “You douchebag better be ready to get your ass kicked.” You muttered to yourself as you nervously paced up and down the room. Eventually, you heard Seoyeon whisper It’s for you as she placed the phone on the bed and hurriedly left right after. After a few more seconds of waiting and uncontrollable rustling noises, Namjoon finally picked up. “Hello?” you heard your own sleepy voice on the other end and were taken aback by the sound of it for a second before you spoke. “Namjoon, it’s me, Y/N.”

“Really, after that stunt from last night you have the nerve to call – wait.” He stopped himself mid-way, probably confused why he sounded and looked completely different than usual.

“That is exactly why I’m calling.”

“Who’s bedroom is this? And – oh my god what happened to me?”

“Take a god damn look at yourself in the mirror of the closet door.”

After a few seconds you heard a loud what the fuck from the other end of the call. At least he had a similar reaction to yours, there was still hope for that selfish robot.

“I need you to calm down for a second. You can have your mental breakdown when I’ve hung up.” You rolled your eyes and didn’t try to hold back your annoyance. “I’m coming over in an hour so we can get this sorted out.”

“No you’re not. Namjoon is supposed to start practice by then.” He had recovered quickly as he threw all your plans over board.

“Screw that!” you accidentally yelled as anger overtook you and you pounded your fist on the counter a little too hard. “I want my body back.” you said as you tried to shake the pain in your hand away.

“We’ll have to figure out how it happened in the first place and you don’t have the time to do that now. My image is on the line, so you better play along until we find a solution.” You were confused how he could keep a level-head while you were freaking out on the inside.

“Namjoon-ah, hurry up already.” You heard someone banging on the door and you had to cut the conversation short.

“If that’s Yoongi hyung you better be out there as fast as possible.”

“But what am I supposed to do now?”

“Just pretend to be me, it’s not as hard as it looks.”

“Joon-ah.” The voice on the other side sounded threatening now.

“I’ll come by during your break. I’ll see you – “

“Wait!” you had one more pressing issue you needed advice with and it pained you having to ask him of all people. “What do I do with my morning wood?”

“What are you, five? Tuck it into your waistband and move on with your day.” Before you could come up with a snarky reply, he hung up on you.

“I swear to god I will tear down this door if you don’t open up now.”

“I’m coming, I’m coming.” You rolled your eyes as you grabbed your dick and did as Namjoon told you, before you washed your hands and opened the door.

“What were you doing in there for so long?” Yoongi looked at you with a mix of confusion and disgust as he simply walked past you without waiting for an answer and shut the door behind him.

And with that, you had already decided this would go down as the worst day of your life.

---

Half an hour later, you arrived for practice with the others, whose names you still struggled to remember, but none of them seemed to have caught on as they wrote your odd behaviour off as one of those days.

“The comeback shows might not be over, but we still have to shoot the Halloween version of 21st Century Girl.” The man you presumed was Hoseok spoke up and you cursed yourself for not paying attention to the countless times Seoyeon showed you their songs. “Put on the costumes and we’ll get started.”

You quietly went to the rack that was prepared for you with the costumes and picked up the one with Namjoon’s name on it. “Ryan from Kakaotalk? Really?”

“What’s wrong Namjoonie? You picked that one out yourself.” Hoseok looked at you, confusion written all over his face as he started taking off his clothes.

“Of course I did.” You sighed, too focussed on being annoyed by the things you had to do because of that douchebag rather than getting a good look at the half-naked men around you instead. Hurriedly you put on the outfit, that was a bit too short for your giraffe legs and worried about how you were going to explain you didn’t know the steps.

“All right, everyone, let’s get the video done as fast as possible.” Hoseok shouted and all of the guys quickly gathered around him, except you. “Come on, slowpoke. We don’t have all day.”

“Uhm…” you hesitated as you helplessly looked around the white room, “Where do I stand again?”

“Backrow centre, like always.” They looked at you expectantly as you made your way to the position you were told. As soon as you stood on the right spot, the music turned on and the men got started with the routine. You didn’t know why, but your feet started moving on their own as you listened to the song for the first time. But what were you supposed to do with your hands? You looked left and right, trying to copy what everyone else was doing as you got a feel for what the song was trying to say and it went surprisingly okay for your first try.

“I never thought I had to say this, but Namjoon, you need to look more confident.” Hoseok said as he reviewed the first recording you made. “Flirt with the camera, do your thing.”

“My thing?” you cocked an eyebrow, unsure what that thing you were supposed to be doing was.

“Armys think you’re the sexiest out of us.” Yoongi spoke up in annoyance, “Play into it.”

“Armys?”

“Did you not get enough sleep?”

“Oh, sorry. I thought you said Barney’s.” you smiled apologetically as you tried to laugh it off. “Of course you meant Armys, that makes much more sense.” It didn’t, but you figured it was a word that was of significance to the real Namjoon, so you quickly played along.

“Again, from the beginning.” Everyone quickly went back into position and the song played from the top. You still had a hard time coordinating your limbs, which were much longer than your original ones. How does anyone dance with stilts like these? But yet again, you couldn’t quite get the level of professionalism down they were expecting of you and earned annoyed groans from the six men around you before you started over.

---

“Again.” You heard for the ninth consecutive time as they all lost their patience because you were holding them back on their schedule.

“Tenth time’s a charm, right?” you chuckled and nervously rubbed the back of your head. The music started and this time, you thought you had the steps down well enough and simply let yourself fall for the song. You were touched by how empowering it was towards women and felt as if the stage was all yours. The sexy eyes were no longer just for show, you actually meant them. No matter how ridiculous you might have looked, you thought of yourself as the greatest dancer on earth as you put your hands high in the air, just as the song requested all the ladies to do. That moment of glory and self-love held on until you tripped and fell over Taehyung. The music didn’t stop, so you tried your best to continue on as Seokjin’s horse pushed you around and that damned cape kept trying to choke you. When the song finally ended, you were heavily gasping for air and sweating uncontrollably in the fuzzy body suit.

“Fucking Finally.” Yoongi scoffed, drops of sweat trickling down the bridge of his nose as you watched the video again. “Next time get your shit together faster, Namjoon-ah.”

“Yes, sorry.” You bowed, thanking all the gods he hadn’t murdered you himself already. “It won’t happen again, hyung.” And with that, he left to get a towel.

“Since this took longer than expected, let’s take a break.” Hoseok announced as he stood in the middle of the room. “I think we could all use one.” Six sets of eyes were looking directly at you, already exhausted from repeatedly dancing to the same song in costumes that were clearly not made to work out in.

“Hey, Taehyung-ah?” you made your way to the handsome young man that had been on your case all morning, “I’m sorry for tripping over you. Does it still hurt?”

“Everything’s fine, hyung!” he smiled brightly as his lips curled into a box-like shape. “But you seem to be off all day.”

“Just got a few things on my mind is all.” You started to like the guy. He seemed to be genuine and kind, maybe a bit clingy, and god was he good-looking.

“Namjoon-ssi?” you heard someone call from the other side of the room and noticed an unfamiliar face poke through the door looking your way, before you hurriedly walked over to them. “There’s a Y/N waiting for you upstairs. She didn’t seem like a fangirl, so we decided to ask you what to do with her.”

“Can you let her come down?” you asked nervously, hoping your phrasing didn’t sound too suspicious.

“Right away.” They left at once and you quickly snuck out of the room, patiently waiting for Namjoon – or rather, yourself – to arrive.

“Good, you’re alone.” He said, and it somewhat freaked you out to see yourself in person instead of a mirror or picture for once. But what caught your attention the most, was the unusual attire he had put on your body.

“What the hell are you wearing?” panicked, you ran up to him, looking up and down the roughly ten layers of clothes he was covered in. Starting from the bottom, he was wearing light brown tube socks over a pair of black tights, with a much too short skirt on top, a black top under a sheer white blouse, a light brown cardigan and a grey trench coat.

“I like it.” He exclaimed proudly, “Your closet is absolutely dull, so I had to make do with what I had.” He earned a frustrated and defeated sigh from you.

“The others are still inside right now. Is there anywhere we can talk privately here?” you carefully looked around, trying your hardest to be as inconspicuous as possible.

“Follow me.” He had a serious face as he confidently walked past you, and you quickly followed him. He led you onto a higher floor before the two of you stood in front of a white door with Rap Monster spelled out in black letters on it and looked at you expectantly with his hand held out. “Keys.”

“Of course you have your own studio.” You mumbled as you searched through your pockets and handed them over.

“What’s that supposed to mean?” Namjoon hissed through his teeth as he glared at you, before hurriedly opening the door.

“Oh nothing. It’s just exactly like you to make sure everyone knows you’re better than them.” You stepped inside and he made sure to lock up behind you, before he finally spoke freely.

“Okay, that’s enough. What is your problem with me?” he crossed his arms in front of his chest.

“My problem with you right now is that you are in my body and I’m stuck in yours.” For the first time all day, you could let your emotions out freely as you shouted at him, frantically waving your hands around as you let your pent up frustration loose. You walked closer and stood eye-to-eye with him, towering over your own body with your new gained height as you stared him down.

“Do you think I prayed for this to happen? Oh please, god, I just really want to become the biggest pain in my ass after she’s embarrassed me in front of my friends and colleagues.” He poked your chest multiple times and the tension between the two of you grew bigger and stronger.

“You are so god damn full of yourself!” you tore your eyes away from him, unable to look at yourself any longer and sat down on his chair, quietly contemplating how to murder him without damaging your own body.

“Right back at you.” He huffed and turned away from you. The two of you spent five minutes in silence, brooding in your corners as you tried to figure out how to get out of that mess on your own. But sadly, nothing came to mind and Namjoon seemed to be stuck as well when he spoke up first. “Y/N, this is stupid. We are both trapped in this situation. We should be working together and figure out a way to reverse… whatever this is.”

“And how are we supposed to do that?” you spun around in the chair and looked at him expectantly.

“How should I know?” he leaned against the wall, deep in thought for a minute before he continued. “Maybe retracing what we did after that… incident will give us a clue.”

“I went straight home with Seoyeon afterwards. Nobody crossed my path and I didn’t break a mirror or anything supernatural. Everything was completely normal until I woke up in your body.”

“Same here.” Silence. Without any clues to go on you hit a wall in your investigation early on.

“So what do we do now?” you asked, concerned about your present and your future. You didn’t know how long this would last, you didn’t know if you could continue on like that and you didn’t know if you would lose the job you worked so hard for.

“At the moment there’s nothing we can do.” He sighed. “For now, we will have to continue on as if nothing happened. I am you, you are me; there’s nothing we can change about that.”

“Alright then, Y/N.” you stood up and reluctantly held out your hand, waiting for him to shake it. No matter how much you hated being him, you at least tried to make an effort on making things work for the time being.

“There is a lot we need to learn about the other to look more natural, so here are a few pointers.” You already hated were this was going, but you still listened to his every word.

“For one, you definitely need to stop swearing so much.”

“What the fuck do you mean I – Oh, I hear it now…” Oops.

“Two, you will have to spend some extra time learning the dances.”

“It seems like your muscle memory still stayed the same.” You pointed to your legs, “But you’re a horrible dancer.”

“Hey! I’m trying my hardest! And quite frankly, I think I’m above average at my worst.” He pouted and for some reason, it looked kind of endearing. Talk about narcissism. “How well do you know the members by now?” he quickly regained his composure.

“Uhm… Taehyung-ssi has been clingy all morning, Yoongi is the terrifying one and Seokjin is the one Seoyeon was about to hook up with. That’s all I’ve got.” You scratched the back of your head, slightly embarrassed about how little attention you had paid until then. “Oh, and Hoseok is the short one, right?”

“Oh boy, I think we’ve got a lot of work ahead of us.” Namjoon sighed and with that, your hour long break turned into BTS 101 all the while you received secret dance instructions for Blood Sweat & Tears and Am I Wrong.

---

“Now remember… Namjoon,” Both of you were heavily out of breath and sweating uncontrollably when Namjoon spoke, “not only mine, but all of BTS’ image is on the line, so please don’t embarrass me during the show.”

“I got it, I got it.” You sighed as you wiped the droplets of your forehead with the hem of your shirt. “Have a little more faith in me.” When he opened his mouth to reply with a witty remark, a familiar voice was coming through the door.

“Hyung?” Taehyung asked with concern in his voice as you noticed the handle moving. “Break’s over.”

“Two minutes,” you yelled, motioning for Namjoon to put the clothes back on he took off while he was teaching you the new steps.

“Why is the door locked? Please stop giving your computer viruses.” You shot Namjoon a confused look as you hurriedly walked over to the door, unlocking it and peeking through the small crack you had opened.

“I said I’m coming, just go on without me.” When you tried to shut the door on him again, Taehyung heard the rustling behind you as Namjoon was fighting the buttons on his blouse.

“Is someone in there with –“ he effortlessly overpowered you and got a better look inside. Why did he have to be so god damn nosy? “Is that Y/N? I didn’t think after what happened yesterday you’d ask her to come back.” He b-lined straight for your company and held out his hand. That boy had no shame whatsoever. “I guess I should officially introduce myself, seeing as the two of you can’t seem to keep your hands off one another. I’m Kim Taehyung.” He smiled brightly and showed off his boxy smile once again.

“This is really not what it looks like Taehyung-ah!” you rushed between them, trying your best to clear up any kind of confusion, but Namjoon seemed to have a different plan.

“Y/N, nice to meet you.” He grinned and sadly, that was not the end of it. “You will probably see a lot more of me in the future.” Oh hell no he didn’t.

“I don’t think so.” With rage in your eyes, you grabbed his coat and boots, handed them to him and started shoving him out of the studio. “Good day, Y/N.”

“But –“ before he could get another word out and imply you would ever have a deeper relationship with an asshole like him, you slammed the door in his face.

“You don’t have to be embarrassed, hyung!” Taehyung never stopped smiling and it kind of annoyed you how happy the guy could be at every god damn hour of the day. “Y/N is super pretty and there’s nothing wrong with being submissive.” He nodded to himself proudly, as if he had proven to be the most supportive friend in the world. If only he would have known what was really going on.

“It’s a little more complicated than that,” you sighed in defeat. It wasn’t like he would ever possibly believe the situation you and Namjoon were in. “Let’s just go already.”

---

The rest of your day was as stressful as your morning, if not worse. Your recording for Music Bank took about five tries on each song, making everyone – including producers and all the staff on set – almost lose their patience with you. Luckily for you, BTS had made a big enough name for themselves that nobody dared to call you out for holding everyone up. Unfortunately for you, the members didn’t feel like going easy on you and scolded you every chance they got. “Namjoon-ah,” Seokjin said as he took you to the side and placed a reassuring hand on your back, “I know you’ve been feeling off all morning and I’m sure it’s got something to do with last night, but you seriously have to step up your game for everyone’s sake.”

“I’m sorry, hyung.” You bowed apologetically and didn’t even bother trying to defend yourself. You didn’t know better and only had so much time to learn the new songs – with Namjoon as your instructor at that – but you knew he wasn’t wrong.

Unfortunately your schedule didn’t end there. After a stern talk from BigHit’s CEO, Bang Sihyuk, during lunch, you went right back to practice for all the end of the year shows. The song Fire took everything out of you and you cursed having to be stuck in Namjoon’s body with every fibre of your existence yet again. Needless to say, you couldn’t wait to get back home.

The last thing you had to do for the day, was a Fansign for their latest album. At least you finally got to sit down.

“Namjoon-ie! Show us your dimples!” the fans shouted and you reluctantly complied. You showed them your best I-hate-doing-this-please-just-make-it-stop-already smile and poked your dimples as the fans screamed in excitement. Even though you were absolutely not cut out for the idol lifestyle, you found a new appreciation for it. All of the members worked themselves to the bone on a daily basis to live out their dream and make their fans happy. You could see it whenever you looked over to one of the other men, you noticed their bright smiles as they flashed silly faces at the crowd. Their eyes were sparkling and they paid close attention as they listened to one fan after another telling them their life stories. They really loved everything about it and you couldn’t help but fall in love with the group you had worked with all day.

“Namjoon-ah! Pay attention to me!” a short-tempered fan waved her hand in front of your face as you mindlessly stared right through her.

“I’m sorry, dear.” You sighed and put your fake smile back on, making sure your dimples were as prominent as ever. “I got lost in your beautiful face.” She seemed to be pleased with your excuse as she nervously giggled and held out a small pink notebook for you to sign. “I also got you this.” She produced a pair of cat ear hairclips out of her bag and waited for you to come closer so she could put them on herself. With the choker that had a small bell charm on it and the heart another fan had drawn on your face, you felt like a complete idiot. But anything for the fans, right?

The amount of times you wanted to call out a rude supporter was uncountable as time went on and the line got shorter, but you had endured so much already, you didn’t want to give up right before the finish line. And with every disrespectful fan came at least twenty more along to make more than up for it. Small children that would give you hugs and kisses, teenagers and young adults gave you extremely well thought-out handmade gifts and motherly fans that would give you a reassuring pat on the back would tell you how amazing you did. A few foreign fans even came from all over the world just to see their favourites and even though you knew you didn’t deserve their kindness, it warmed your heart. At first, your mind couldn’t fathom how popular and loved the boys were, but as the signing neared the end you started to understand them better.

---

When you finally arrived at home that night, you were exhausted. You were sure you could feel every single muscle in your body screaming in agony and all you wanted to do was take a refreshing shower before immediately falling into your bed. You quickly walked over to your room, grabbed a few clothes to sleep in and went to the bathroom, before opening the door to an unforgettable sight.

“Hyung!” a visibly embarrassed Jungkook shouted as he quickly held a towel in front of his lower body. You couldn’t help but quietly follow the water droplets that were running down his muscular figure. The way they were dripping down his wet golden brown hair onto his broad shoulders, where they skipped to his smooth chest and slowly slid further down to his defined stomach left you in awe. You unconsciously let out a disappointed sigh when they were caught by the towel before they could continue their enviable journey further. “What are you doing?”

“Enjoying the view,” you whispered under your breath, wishing you could have switched positions with those water droplets instead of Namjoon.

“What?” Jungkook shot you an irritated look.

“I said Looking for you.” You hurriedly tried to regain your composure, “I was wondering if you were hungry and wanted take-out. But I see this is a bad time.”

“Uhm… no thank you. I already had dinner.” Before you hurriedly left the room, you took his perfect body in one more time as you bit your lower lip. You managed to keep yourself from telling him to spin for you as you painfully slowly closed the door, making sure to keep your eyes on him until it was shut.

“Namjoon hyung?” you sighed when you realised Taehyung had been standing behind you once again. “What is it?” you turned around in annoyance as you tried your hardest to keep up the mental image of Jungkook’s body.

“I think I’ve finally figured out what’s been going on with you today.” He looked serious. Shit, did he catch on to your switch?

“Let’s talk about that in private.” You hushed him and urged him along to your room.

“Okay, Taehyung-ssi,” you made sure nobody else was around when you closed the door behind you, “I have to tell you something.”

“You like Y/N?” he sat down on his bed and quickly made himself comfortable as he crossed his legs and rested his upper body on his arms.

“God no, he–… she’s a terrible person.” Your face distorted in disgust.

“I mean, it looked like she had a good reason to embarrass you last night, but other than that she seems kinda nice.”

“Yeah, she’s pretty and smart and –“ you stopped mid-way when you realised you were gushing over yourself and went back to the matter at hand. “That’s not the point… Wait, that’s what you thought I was going to tell you?” you earned a heavy nod in response as he looked at you with innocent eyes.

This was it. This was the moment you could actually tell somebody about your real problem or keep it to yourself for however long you would be stuck in Namjoon’s body. On one hand you promised Namjoon not to spill the beans. On the other hand, it would be nice being able to trust someone that was not your nemesis. On one hand, would he even believe you? On the other hand, just look at those puppy dog eyes! The boy obviously cared deeply about Namjoon’s well-being. “This is important and I know you won’t believe it, but I promise you this is real.”

“What is it, hyung?” he propped himself up and looked at you expectantly.

“That’s the problem, I’m not your hyung. I’m not Namjoon,” you took a deep breath, nervous about telling him the next three words, “I am Y/N.”

[holdmekhh]

It’s Our Anniversary

Artist/Person : Min Yoongi/Agust D

Group/Crew : BTS

Genre : Fluff

Word Count : 1986

Request :  Can I ask for some super fluffy fluff with Yoongi or Namjoon? (You choose) Maybe make it medium sized or long? (If that's okay) tysm💓

My gaze was focused on his hunched form, a smile on my lips as I watched his head bob to the music playing through the headphones that covered his ears. Slowly, I stood from my seat on the dark couch and crossed the studio to where he sat. Draping my arms over him, resting them on his chest, I buried my face in the crook of his neck and placed a soft kiss on it. He paused the current track, slipping his headphones off with a chuckle. “Yes, baby girl?” Yoongi muttered, looking over his shoulder and chuckling at my puckered lips. Turning a bit more, he connected our lips, for a moment, in a chaste kiss.

“Mm-how’s the beat coming along?” I muttered against his lips as we pulled away, looking over at the computer that glowed in front of him. A grin spread on his face as he nodded, taking the headphones from around his neck and placing them over my head. He quickly hit play, and the beat flowed through. I couldn’t stop the bobbing of my head, eyes shutting as I listened intently. It seemed to go by too fast, but I still opened my eyes and slipped the pair off my head. “How was it? Did you like it?” I giggled at his excited face as I nodded. “I always like your beats, babe.” My smile only widened, heart fluttering when his ears started to redden.

We’d ended up on the couch, curled into each other as we shared quick kisses and laughs. “Hey, babe?” He muttered, making me hum in acknowledgement. “Remember when we met?” I chuckled nodding, tightening my arms around him. “You wouldn’t even talk to me.”

It was a rainy day in Seoul when I finally agreed to meet up with Namjoon to hang out. We’d been friends for a while, but hadn’t met up in the longest due to his training. We’d agreed to meet at a nice café near his company building, opting for somewhere quiet and warm.

I’d arrived earlier than he did, deciding to order a large cup of hot chocolate. But, as soon as I sat down he entered. Two others at his sides, both looking just as cold as he did. Waving them over, a smile on my lips, I chuckled when Namjoon tripped slightly over his feet.

When they finally got to the booth that I sat at, I stood and pulled the much taller man into a hug. “Namjoon-ie oppa, haven’t seen you in forever.” I smiled, turning to the other two men and bowing slightly as I greeted them. One was tanned, a large smile pulled onto his face as he greeted me excitedly. The other, kept quiet as he bowed slightly before he sat down next to the other guy, Hoseok. Sitting back in my seat, I chuckled. “Do you guys want something to drink? I can go up and order.” I offered in a soft voice. Only for the quiet one, who Namjoon informed me was Yoongi, to shake his head and stand. After he got their orders, he turned and walked to the front. “Is he usually this quiet?” I asked softly, raising an eyebrow when the two nodded. “He talks more, but not much.” Hoseok stated, and I nodded in understanding.

He come back when we were laughing quietly, placing all three of their drinks on the table. Sitting back with a soft smile, I looked over them. “I see that you guys’ hair is styled in a cool way, you guys debuting soon?” I asked as I took a sip from my heated drink. Namjoon nodded, “In a month.” My smile spread as my eyebrows shot up. “Oh, congratulations!” I said excitedly, I leaned forward onto the table. “I’ll make sure to spread the awareness.” I giggled, when Hoseok and Namjoon started dancing funnily in their seats.

We chuckled at the story, “You know I thought you liked Namjoon for the longest because of that day.” He muttered, making me laugh. “I thought you didn’t like me. Well, until you finally spoke to me.” I stated, reaching up and pushing some of his hair back from his face.

It’d been a year since the boys debuted, their popularity was growing and they’d made friends in the industry. Making friends in the industry meant, more parties to attend. And that’s where we were now. They took me to damn near every party they went to, introducing me to countless amount of people, including ones that I listened to on a regular basis. But, just like every party ever, there were those people that make others uncomfortable.

There was a guy who would not leave me alone, and of course there was always someone who’d try and make a move on me but they’d give up if I added some firmness to my voice, not this guy. At first, it was kind of okay, but then he became aggressive and possessive. He just wouldn’t leave. But, finally after moving around the party, the guy right at my side, I caught sight of Yoongi. We made eye contact, and I tried my best to show my plead through my facial expression. It must’ve worked before his jaw clenched and he started his making his way over. The boys were next to him when we’d make eye contact, so naturally they followed him, but he was faster than them. He weaved through the dozens of bodies before he got to me. “Yah, what’s going on here?” He muttered, immediately getting close enough to me for me to feel safe. The guy towered over him, but he wasn’t intimidated. “Go fine someone else. She’s mine, I called her, so back off.” The guy slurred slightly, but that seemed to only anger Yoongi even more. “Called her?” He questioned with a rough tone. His accent coming to show, along with his dialect. His fists were balled up at his sides and he looked like he’d swing any moment, but I’d grabbed one of his fists before he could. “Don’t do it. Come on, let’s just go.” I muttered to him as tugged him back. He let me pull him away, until the guy said something making Yoongi charge at him. But, the other boys were behind us the whole time and two of the boys ran and caught him before he could do too much damage.

When we’d made it back across the room, where they were before, Yoongi grabbed my shoulders and turned me a few times, looking over me. “Are you okay?” He finally asked with a soft voice, our eyes locked in an intense stare. I nodded, and he let out a soft sigh of relief. “Good. From now on, you stay by my side. Okay?” I only nodded, and let a soft smile grace his lips as he clutched my hand. The night continued like that, me at his side and our hands still intertwined.

“That night was so overwhelming, to be honest.” I muttered, grabbing at his large hand. “Why?” “Well, the guy I liked was all protective, and it made my heart flutter. It made me fall for you even more.” I blushed, making Yoongi chuckle. “I didn’t you liked me for so long.” He muttered, brushing his nose against my cheek before kissing it softly. I merely nodded, before muttering in the softest voice. “I found you interesting when I first met you.” Again, a chuckle left his lips before he buried his face into my hair. “Do you remember when I confessed?” His voice was muffled, but I understood him perfectly.

It was a cold, rainy autumn evening, I was home alone. There was take out on my living room floor, television playing a re-run of Hello Counselor. It was relaxing, me being alone. It was the first time in a while that I could relax, with work and school.

It was perfect, until the doorbell rang, interrupting the commercial that was playing. My eyebrows furrowed as I grabbed my phone and stood, making my way to the door. Looking into the small screen next to the door, I saw the zoomed in face of Yoongi. I immediately opened the door, coming face-to-face with him. His hair was wet, falling over his face, and his clothes clung to his body. “Hey, come in. Oh my, you’re soaked.” I gasped, pulling him in. After he took off his shoes, I lead him to the bathroom. “I’ll get you some of my brothers’ old clothes.” I stated, turning to make my way to the guest room. Before I could walk away, his cold, wet hand wrapped around my wrist. “Wait…” I turned to looked at him. “I have get something dry to wear before you get sick.” I muttered, heart hammering against my chest as he stared at me. “Just-I have to tell you something first.” He stated, voice shaky. “Can’t it wait- ““It’s important, Y/N.” He stated firmly, making me nod. “I-um...this is hard…um-I have to tell you something.” He took a deep breath and shut his eyes, his hand falling from my wrist and running through his hair. “Um…ever since I met you, I thought you were the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen. You’re funny, like you could make me laugh without even trying. Sometimes, your funnier than Hobi.” I giggled, shaking my head as a blush spread up my neck, a smile spread on his lips. “You’re so smart. Sometimes, when its only us and Namjoon in the room, I listen to you guys talk. I like watching you, though. Even if I can’t understand sometimes. Makes me want to learn about the things that you like so that I can have those kinds of conversations with you. And, god don’t get me started on how cute you are. I’ve never seen anyone, or anything, cuter than you. Especially when you smile. God, I’d do anything to see you smile.” I was speechless, staring at him with wide eyes and parted lips. “Fuck…okay what trying to say is, I like you. A lot, actually.” He breathed softly, eyes fixed downward and his body visibly tensed. I was processing everything that he’d said, eyes running over his form as everything settled in. “I-I like you, too.” I spoke softly before I could even think, watching as his head slowly raised up. “You do?” I nodded, giggling when a grin pulled onto his face. Before I knew it, he’d crashed into me. His hands were cupping my cheeks, slowly sliding into my hair as he brushed his lips against mine. “Can I kiss you?” He whispered, eyes flickering down to my lips and back to my eyes. With a slight nod, he crashed our lips together. His lips were still a bit cold, yet were so much softer than I imagined.

When we finally pulled away, our breathing was hard and rigid. Resting our foreheads together, we kept our eyes closed, taking everything in. “I can’t believe I was finally able to kiss you…” He muttered, pulling back as we re-opened our eyes. “I can’t believe you like me back…” I whispered, glancing up at his flushed face. “Me either…”

Giggling at the soft feeling of his lips brushing against the nape of my neck. I’d moved to straddle his lap, arms wrapped around his shoulders. “That was the happiest day of my life.” He muttered into my neck, pulling me close. I nodded, running my hands through his hair. “I never experienced a happiness like that, and I’m so happy that you were the one to make me feel that.” I felt him a smile against me, his arms tightening around me before he placed a chaste kiss there. “Happy 2 years. I love you, princess.” A smile pulled onto my lips, my heart fluttering at the words. “I love you, too, Yoongs.”