#it’s almost finals week don’t judge the quality too harshly lol

[myapathyhaspeaked]

i did it :)

Janus: ok, I’m headed out, Remus is in charge

Remus and Virgil: WHAT

[hopevalley]

Season 8, Episode 5: What the Heart Wants

I was going to try to follow my scene-by-scene format for the entire season, but I’ve been getting a lot of migraines recently, presumably from staring at the computer too long, so I don’t want to spend all morning working on typing up the play-by-play for this episode.

Also, for what it’s worth I think this episode lends itself to plot discussion better than some of the previous episodes...at least in some sense.

And as another head’s up, it’s back to being critical for me. ;P

Storylines:

School Ends/Graduation/Parent-Teacher Conferences

The Dress Shop/Rachel

Postal Service, Ned

Bill’s Uniform, Nathan’s Vacation

Carson and Faith

Henry

Elizabeth and Lucas

Clara’s Dilemma

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School Ends/Graduation/Parent-Teacher Conferences

This plot felt a little scattered, but for once it wasn’t the kind of storyline they foisted too much drama upon. After years of every single function possible being besieged by bullshittery, it’s a relief to see one go off without a real hitch.

The beginning scene with Robert hugging Elizabeth was sweet. I enjoyed the Canfields immensely and am intrigued by Angela’s role in the story long-term (PLEASE let her befriend Allie!). Nathan...eh, I have thoughts—but I’ll talk about that a bit soon. The actual ceremony was cute and kind of fun with the kids singing. 

Neat Thing I Noticed:

Continuity? Cat Montgomery is still listed as Emily’s mother. ♥♥♥ I don’t know why but this made me really happy???

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Complaint Corner:

Parent-teacher conferences should have been in this show from a much earlier point, and so should graduation have been. If there was a point to this celebration (the first year in a while anyone was old enough to graduate) that would have been a nice touch, too. It just managed to feel sliiiightly out of place.

I’ll forgive the “everyone in town goes to the graduation” thing because this is 1918...something like this would be a whole-town affair IMO. Invite everyone and have a nice get-together/party, probably on a Sunday afternoon after church but Hope Valley does whatever it wants, so...eh.

The threat of merging Hope Valley with other schools doesn’t fit in this scenario and it feels like they ripped it directly out of Tales from Avonlea which was almost rage-inducing to me.

Look, school mergers happened a lot in the early 1900s, especially around the WWI mark, but it wouldn’t be hitting a rural western town just yet. They don’t have any way of getting these kids to other towns for schooling. Where would the next closest school be? It would have to be pretty large and modern to merge multiple schools together.

*Adjusts nerd glasses* This felt forced and completely unnecessary. If anything this guy could be telling Elizabeth that they’re working on building a modern school somewhat close by, and could even have her involved in some decision-making regarding layout. Then they could bring in a “merger” storyline next season without it feeling out of place.

It mostly just felt dramatic for the hell of it, and it was boring, as was this man’s threat that Elizabeth had no right to teach a blind student. As if they’d accept Angela at a better school? As if her parents could afford top tier education for her? PLEASE.

Now it’s time for Nathan. The man chose to go fishing instead of to the parent-teacher conference? It makes him look like a tool. This isn’t about him or about Elizabeth; it’s about Allie. I understand why he didn’t want to go, but he should have done it anyway. It would have taken five minutes of his time. 

His flippant attitude annoyed me because it went completely against his character as we know it, but Elizabeth’s lecturing was irritating, too. For a moment I thought we had Lorigail back on the show...

I think Elizabeth was well within her rights to warn Nathan about the effect his work has on his ward, but that inquiry took like a week AT MOST. Heck, let’s be generous and say TWO WEEKS. Allie’s concentration suffered for two weeks. There was no need to say more than, “Hey she worries about you and her work suffered for a bit during that time frame, just so you’re aware.” 

I think what annoyed me about the math program thing is that...Elizabeth being a teacher would probably be VERY WELL AWARE that MOST of the parents to her students aren’t good enough at schooling to assist their kids with their homework. I dunno, it just feels out of place for her to tell Nathan that she wants to put Allie in an accelerated “program” and that Allie might need his help with her homework. It’s even more out of place when he admits he used to bribe his sister to do his work for him. Like. It’s very possible he’s not that good at math and isn’t capable of helping. (But maybe that will be a plot down the road...?)

“Or a tutor...” BITCH WHERE IS HE GONNA FIND A TUTOR IN THIS TOWN?! It’s super annoying to see dialogue like this that feels completely out of touch with the reality these people would be living in...lol. But also if she needs a tutor to stay caught up in an advanced program, she probably...shouldn’t be in the advanced program.

I don’t know how to feel about this whole thing here: “Nathan, you are Allie’s world. You’re the only father she’s ever known, and as she grows up you will always be the measure of the quality she’ll look for in a man as she chooses who to marry.” 

On one hand, it does fit the situation (he seems to think everything is behind him but Elizabeth’s words are kind of a caution that 1) his actions still have an effect on Allie, and 2) every day he’s teaching her by example). On the other hand, it seems almost wildly inappropriate to bring up? At the same time, it’s probably not wrong that Allie will measure other men (friends, acquaintances, potential future romantic interests) against Nathan’s example.

I dunno. The conversation felt disjointed. 

I think what they were going for was Nathan just feeling too awkward and weird about being with Elizabeth to want to be there for the conference, but...he interacted with her quite normally after the inquiry and stuff (even after she’d broken things off with him), so...it feels out of place. Like maybe this should have taken place right after the breakup and not weeks later?

Anyone else have thoughts on this and why it doesn’t feel quite right?

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The Dress Shop/Rachel

This plot wasn’t what I would call a waste of time (rather, it’s worth having it mentioned now), but part of it was completely pointless and stupid. The whole Rachel getting lost thing was tacked into the promos to stir up drama, but nothing happened and there was nothing worrisome even going on. YAWN.

Rosemary’s desire to do something meaningful and different with her life is super interesting. I’m very curious to see what they decide to do with her if Dottie does sell the dress shop.

Also, Rosemary finding the book under Rachel’s bed was pretty funny.

But yeah, I didn’t really find much in this plotline to care deeply about. I guess I am pretty interested in knowing who might be purchasing the dress shop and/or if this decision is to bring someone else onto the show (a female love interest for the man who doesn’t win Elizabeth’s heart in the end, or even to bring back an old character*) or to take the dress shop out of the equation entirely... It’s also just as possible that Rosemary/Lee or Clara/Jesse end up buying it themselves down the line... Thoughts?

*I can’t begin to imagine who would be the best fit for this in this case, though. Who would have the money to buy her out?

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Postal Service, Ned

Ned is just honestly so cute and fun. I love him. He’s really been doing well this season and seeing him wander around town delivering mail door to door was kind of nice.

Also, he’s one SMOOTH operator! Look at him, talking about putting a bell on the door so that he and Florence won’t be caught off-guard if they’re in the middle of...something. 

Oh my, Ned. What might customers be...interrupting? :3

Continuity? Not only was the ulcer from last season brought up, but the horrid cabbage juice was, too. :’) It was a nice touch. And these two had just enough screentime to be kind of fun/interesting without also taking up too much time.

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Bill’s Uniform, Nathan’s Vacation

Nathan got his vacation and Bill is in charge...again. This happens an awful lot. I wonder if it’ll actually impact the next few episodes or if it’s just here for the hell of it.

I love Bill a lot and I want to brag up his character in this episode a bit. I’ve complained many times in the past about him being written like a Grumpy Old Man Yelling at Clouds but this episode was super respectful. He got his scene with his uniform. Nobody interrupted it. There weren’t even any words. I quite liked it.

But it also felt kind of...pointless? I don’t want to judge it too harshly yet. Like the dress shop plotline, this could actually be going somewhere in the next couple of episodes. 

Plus, unrelated to the uniform, it was nice to see Bill acting fatherly toward Clara. While it sort of came out of nowhere for the wedding, I appreciate the attempt at continuity there. Plus, so far this season, I’ve felt like Bill’s almost been a father-figure to Clara, Fiona, and even Nathan, so I’m enjoying that a lot.

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Carson and Faith

CONTINUITY? The show finally remembered that not only is Carson actually a surgeon, but that was his original passion. It’s not that they completely forgot (S5 had him performing surgery on his sister-in-law, after all), but giving Carson a PASSION makes him a way more interesting character to me. 

And also, finally, this feels like a REAL high-stakes plotline for him and for Faith.

I really liked Faith’s take on things. I know, I know, I’ve been rooting at them to break up, but the reason is mostly because they’re just so BORING together. I’d rather watch Henry twirl around in a chair for an hour than suffer through date scenes with these two.

It’s not that I’m against a doctor wife/husband team. I’m not. I just think Faith was a much more interesting and cool character on the show before Carson showed up and usurped her place (and completely overshadowed her for literal seasons). This plotline for Carson might actually be interesting. Like, a fellowship? For modern surgery? IN BALTIMORE?!

I hope this is Faith’s way of saying she wants a break and/or a break would be good for them. I can’t picture her leaving Hope Valley without any trained medical staff, let alone long enough for a fellowship... 

But if this goes through, what will they do with it? Would they really write Carson off the show? To be perfectly honest with y’all, I’d be fine with that. At least it’s the type of write-off that makes a lot of good sense (unlike some of the other ones we got). I guess this is just another “wait and see” plotline which is uhh...the theme of this episode, huh? Anyone have thoughts on this?

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Henry

Henry barely had any screentime, but I do want to say he is #relateable. The man is back at work for ten seconds and already exhausted. SAME.

Also, I appreciate that he’s ready to be back in the oil business. At what cost? I know people were worried they were gonna kill him off, and I really doubted it, but now I’m starting to wonder where they’re going with this exactly. Yet another wait and see moment LOL!

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Elizabeth and Lucas

Some damn fine scenes for Lucas and Elizabeth in this episode. Mostly the scenic ones. :P

I enjoyed the agreement to a date. The horseback riding stuff was pretty cute. 

Complaint corner? I don’t know. I have petty complaints. Even though the celebration for the kids was a town-wide event, and therefore Lucas was invited, it still felt out of place to see it brought up. Maybe it should have been mentioned as a town celebration from the start?

Then Lucas’s comment about not wanting to make things awkward for Nathan (who is actually a parent and there) makes a liiiittle more sense. I do think it was good of him to not go, even though he wanted to spend more time with Elizabeth, but it gave off a weird vibe, like, “Look at how good and wholesome Lucas is!” Is that intentional? I’m not...sure...?

For what it’s worth I already felt like Lucas was an honorable person in this regard. He loaned Nathan money, after all. Maybe he should have told Elizabeth he views Nathan as a friend and doesn’t want to hurt his feelings unnecessarily and/or if he was there he’d want to hog her all to himself or something cheesy. Hm.

My other complaints are:

Elizabeth running to the saloon would be WAY faster than all this getting set up at her house...?? Who thought this made sense?

Elizabeth’s dress looked like a nightie she bought at Kohls.

Too many damn candles.

Characters Do What Plot Dictates Even Though Plot Makes No Sense. More at 11:00!!

I have no further comments on the dress. It needed sleeves or something so it looked more like a dress and not like a nightgown/piece of lingerie.

I think the candles might have been on purpose to parallel Jack...but I hated it lol. Fire hazard? HAVEN’T ENOUGH THINGS IN TOWN BURNED DOWN/EXPLODED?!

I didn’t hate the date scene! But I never feel like Elizabeth has any meaningful conversations with Lucas and it’s starting to drive me batty. 

Could we get uhhh something of substance please? It has to be surface-level nonsense on purpose. Right? RIGHT?

(And no, discussing a book for ten seconds on-screen is not “intelligent conversation” okay...?)

It’s really a shame because I’m starting to actually warm up to Lucas a little bit in this season but it feels like the conversations are just...kind of stilted and she’s not really into dating him—just agreeing to it because he’s the only option. 

And I can’t believe I’m saying this, but...he deserves better than that. 

Don’t get me wrong, by the way. If it’s part of the story and it’s revealed as such down the road, I’ll be fine with it...but I always worry they’ll just skip important relationship milestones and/or important conversations and expect us all to just accept it.

Kiiiiiind of looking forward to the rainy date scene in the next episode, though. I’m Team Nathan mostly but I’m keeping an open mind and I think I might actually enjoy it. Hopefully they’ll get some good scenes together that don’t feel like this one did.

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Clara's Dilemma

Clara’s fears about running the salon without Fiona...are legit. LOL.

Also, this little bit was funny (between Mike and Jesse and Bill):

Anyway, if Clara was that worried about it, she should have just...told Fiona no? I hope it comes up down the road. Poor Molly??

I genuinely don’t know how I feel about Clara and Jesse’s involvement in this episode. I guess it was okay. I liked Clara’s scenes with Bill. I thought the idea of Clara and Jesse buying into the cafe was a nice one. Jesse having “invested” their money and lost it all, though... They did a similar plot with other people in what...Season 5 was it? Or was that the start of S6? He didn’t even say what he invested it in? But he admits the money is all gone? 

I think that’s what was missing from that scene. “I invested it in X, hoping to make us more money, but it didn’t work out and we lost everything.”

I’m not going to criticize Jesse’s characterization, only because sometimes character "growth” doesn’t happen for the better of anyone involved. My biggest worry here is that it’ll be solved by the end of next episode....but I hope that’s not it.

Like, I think they did better with Frank and Abigail if we’re going to talk about a man who didn’t know how to live like he was in a committed relationship. It made more sense with Frank, too, being older and single most of his life. His bouts of selfishness felt realistic.

Jesse feels like he’s somehow getting worse and worse as a person as the show goes on. I’m kind of at a point where I hope he and Clara divorce, because he’s so damn selfish it’s embarrassing. He’s off having a beer while his wife works multiple jobs? And then he has the audacity to act like they should save money when he just blew all their savings? 

I’m sure it’ll work out fine but I hope Clara puts herself in charge of the finances at the very least.

As to investing failures, I liked how they did that with Henry and Abigail. That was the kind of tension and worry that felt natural to me—like she trusted him with her money after he’d proven himself untrustworthy ten million times throughout the years, and he failed and had to uhh admit that. 

Jesse straight up betrayed Clara. Which, if it’s dealt with in a satisfying way...I think can be a good plotline. I just worry about it actually being dealt with properly. That’s a huge stumbling block in a relationship. And why is he continually getting worse as a person? There doesn’t seem to be any rhyme or reason to it. 

Gasp... it’s almost like it’s just plot because they feel like they have to give someone something every damn episode.

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Which brings me to THE FINAL

COMPLAINT CORNER (The Big Boy™ Complaints)

The show has really struggled with finding its footing. I wish they’d take notes from better shows with ensemble casts (cough cough Road to Avonlea cough) without also ripping off their storylines (cough school merges cough).

My #1 complaint at this point in Season 8 is the SHEER AMOUNT OF THINGS GOING ON EVERY EPISODE.

I want continuity, so I want to see things happen naturally over a season, but my God do we not need to have mindless pointless crap in the episode. Rachel getting “lost” for ten seconds wasted literal MINUTES of screen time that would have been MUCH better allocated to basically anyone else in this episode.

And I don’t think it would bother me so much if it wasn’t also shoved into the promo like it was supposed to matter. It didn’t matter. Nobody cares. Why was it allowed to stay in the episode alongside stuff like Clara and Bill’s conversation?

Or Lucas and Carson’s?

I think they want to appease all the fans in every episode by giving them scenes of their favorites, but what did Henry sitting in his chair accomplish in this episode? Rachel getting lost? Jack not sleeping well/missing his mom? The school superintendent?

Did Bill trying on his uniform have to be in this episode? Did Jesse and Clara’s problems have to come fully to light right now?

When every episode is formatted like this, with 10 plotlines all interconnected slightly and going on at the same time, I feel like...nobody gets the spotlight they deserve when they deserve it.

I cANNOT believe I’m saying this, but this plotline for Carson, especially if it will end with him leaving the show for a while or permanently should get the focus it deserves. But it won’t if we get tiny snips of it here and there and then BOOM decision made because Reasons.

And again, I know I’ve said before that I want more continuity throughout the season, but... the best way to do that is to tighten up the plots. Have fewer of them per season and give more screentime to the ones you choose to pursue. 

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Anyway, I’m still enjoying the season, but I hope they keep some of this kind of stuff in mind for next season. They don’t need plotlines for everyone in every episode. They need the plotlines they choose to write to be worth their screentime.

Sorry this was sloppily written and all that. Hopefully it makes sense. Very curious to see y’alls thoughts. Feel free to make your own posts and @ me, or reblog this or comment!

[onlylovekpop]

Holic | Im Jae Bum | One-Shot

jb (got7) + you (reader) word count: 2,896 warnings: yeah a curse word here and there, it’s a smut but there’s no intercourse just some good ole dry humping it’s hot when done right okay enjoy and don’t judge a/n: this is some shit i wrote it in like two hours don’t hate me for putting a fic out that is such low quality haha sometimes i just gotta write some random crap in between all the other crap to make myself feel good lol

The club was packed; nothing unusual. My best friend and I weren’t looking for trouble. It had been a long week and we simply wanted to cool down for a few hours.

Little did I know, that wouldn’t be the case.

Just as my companion and I clinked our glasses together at the bar and downed a mouthful to get the night underway, something caught her attention behind me.

“Isn’t that GOT7?” she asked curiously.

“Where?” I exclaimed under my breath, whipping around to do a quick scan of the crowd.

She pointed with drink in hand to a corner of rounded leather couches and sure enough, it took barely five seconds for me to recognize the four oldest members swigging drinks together and surveying the array of dancing girls.

“Isn’t it uncomfortable for them to be that pretty?” I quipped with a nervous chuckle.

She licked her lips before sipping her cocktail and murmured wistfully, “No, not at all.”

I rolled my eyes and said, “Well, I think it’s good they get to go out and have a little fun. And no one is swarming them. I guess they haven’t been recognized.”

My best friend wiggled her eyebrows. “Look at that, you’re the only baby bird in the house.”

“Very funny,” I droned.

“Mm, I think they’re looking over here.”

Glancing over my shoulder, sure enough the boys quickly turned away, going on like they were having a very interesting conversation amongst each other.

“I have an idea,” I told my friend mischievously, approaching the bartender.

A few minutes later, the boys were surprised as they were handed a tray of shots. The bartender pointed in my direction and I lifted my glass in a toast, then returned to my best friend.

“Subtle,” she snickered with pride.

“It’s completely harmless to buy them shots,” I reminded, downing the rest of my drink. “They should enjoy the little freedom they get.”

“You bought enough for six people, darling,” my best friend countered.

“Did I?” I questioned coyly. “I must have miscounted.”

She laughed, then her expression changed. “Oh, you little brat, here they come.”

“It actually worked?” I squeaked, turning around to come face to face with Jackson and Mark.

“Hello, there,” greeted Jackson, already sporting a massive grin.

I smiled back and asked, “What can I do for you, boys?”

“That’s a lot of shots,” Mark replied, playing cool. “If I didn’t know any better, I would think you were trying to get us drunk.”

“Mm, buzzed would be more appropriate,” I retorted.

Jackson snorted a laugh and said, “Alright, well there’s two extras. Come and get yours.”

“On our way,” my companion announced, downing her drink and setting the glass on the bar.

I smirked with amusement and followed Jackson and Mark to the couches.

Jaebum reached down and grabbed two shots, handing one to me. In sync, the six of us downed the vodka and slammed the glasses loudly back on the table.

As Jaebum and I rose, our eyes met and we exchanged glances, as if we were sizing each other up. When I smiled, the spell was broken and he bashfully simpered back, bowing his head in a quick, polite manner.

“Would you ladies care to join us?” asked Jackson flirtatiously.

My eyes were still on Jaebum. He hadn’t taken his off of me.

My friend immediately plopped down at Jackson’s side, but I stayed next to Jaebum and answered, “I didn’t come here to sit.”

“Oh?” questioned Jaebum, almost in a whisper.

I smirked up at him and nodded.

Jaebum promptly turned to Jackson and spoke to him in rapid Korean. I looked to our makeshift translator and waited.

“He says he’s not very good at English.”

With a shrug, I said, “I can think of something we can do that doesn’t involve any talking.”

Mark and Jackson gawked at me with wide eyes.

I scoffed and corrected, “Um, dancing? What were you thinking?”

“Nothing,” Mark replied. “Nothing at all.”

“Yeah, okay,” I chortled, then held out my hand to Jaebum. “Dance with me?”

Jaebum turned to his friends, all of whom waved him forward dramatically. It seemed like a full time job trying to get him to loosen up. With a shy smile, Jaebum took my hand and let me lead him to the dance floor.

Finding an empty spot amid the hyperactive clubbers, I turned to face Jaebum and draped an arm over his shoulder, guiding him closer. For a moment, I thought he would be self-conscious or nervous, but he quickly held my waist and started swaying to the rhythm.

I focused on matching his movements, feeling myself drawn closer and closer to him as the song went on. He smelled so good; just the right amount of cologne blending with an inherent scent that was all him.

As I kept my hands on his arms and shoulders, I could feel his hard muscles flexing with every shift to the beat. When he overlapped his grasp around my waist, wrists settling at my lower back, I was pulled even nearer and our bodies finally touched. I hid my face beneath his jaw, breathing him in and hoping he didn’t hear how rapidly my heart was thumping.

“This okay?” Jaebum asked sweetly.

“Mm, yeah,” I replied, my breath ghosting over his neck. If I didn’t know any better, I would think I felt him shiver.

I pressed my breasts against his broad chest and set my fingertips to his shoulders. He sucked in a hard breath and his hips stuttered against mine. I could feel him tensing and it made me smile with arrogance.

“You okay?” I asked coyly, brushing my nose beneath his ear.

“Hm,” he hummed, nodding quickly.

“You smell really good,” I whispered, slowly dragging my nails down his spine.

Jaebum grunted ever so slightly and stammered, “You, too.”

“Thank you,” I sighed, picking up the speed of my hips as the song changed.

I lost sight of how long we had been dancing, but our bodies were pressed tightly against each other with no room for hesitation. His hands stayed possessively around my waist, though they occasionally drifted closer to my ass. I figured he probably wouldn’t risk grabbing a handful.

With my face still hidden at the base of his shoulder, I stared at the soft skin of his neck, resisting the urge to suck a bruise for him to sport for the next few days. My fingers trailed from his shoulders, down his back, to his hips, stroking his muscles with just enough pressure. Jaebum panted slightly, lowering his head until our cheeks brushed and I could feel his breath on my ear.

He whispered in his mother tongue and I closed my eyes, listening to his silky voice against my skin. God, I wanted so badly to press a wet, hot kiss on his neck.

Shifting, I altered our positions and inadvertently brought my thigh right against his crotch. And that was when I felt it.

Jaebum stiffened, realizing he’d been caught and was about to make a break for the hills when I grabbed his arms to keep him with me.

“Sorry,” he murmured, lowering his head to hide a blush across his cheeks.

Inching closer, I lifted my eyes from his chest to his face and whispered, “Do you want help with that?”

For someone who claimed his English wasn’t very good, my words snared his undivided attention in an instant. His gaze burned into mine and any sense of shame soared out the window.

“Yes,” Jaebum finally answered.

Smiling, I took his hand and pulled him at my side, striding through the crowd and to the array of curtains along the geometric walls. Okay, I may have once discovered this spot while hiding from a creeper and spent almost an hour playing on my phone while my best friend had her fun.

Pushing the ebony curtain aside, I pulled Jaebum with me into a small alcove. The hiding place was equipped with a bar for drinks, which led me to believe these little sanctuaries were scattered around the club.

After yanking the curtain back to its position, I turned and backed myself into Jaebum, smiling at the tiny grunt that fell from his lips. Rubbing my ass slowly into his crotch, I reached behind to grab his hips, seizing his jeans and urging him to get moving.

Jaebum rolled his body against mine, almost tentatively. I released his pants and flipped my hair to one side, pulling it out of the way while I bounced my ass along his obvious bulge.

With a hiss from his clenched jaws, I licked my lips with delight, knowing I was on the right track. Jaebum finally snatched my hips and began rutting himself into my behind, pushing me forward until I reached out and grabbed the small bar. Holding on to it, I used the leverage to throw my ass back against him.

To my surprise, Jaebum kicked at my feet and I reflexively spread my legs. He fit his hips closer into mine, driving back and forth for more friction until the quietest of moans left his mouth.

No matter how quiet it was, I heard it and it sparked a fire in me. The energy between us flared as if it were a physical force in our midst. With the way Jaebum was clinging to my waist and fixating his hips between my legs to move closer to my core, I was losing sight of my desire to please him and shifting to something more self-gratifying.

“H-harder,” I panted, bracing my hands on the bar for more tension. When he pushed his erection under my ass, there was nowhere for me to go but back against him.

Jaebum muttered a few words in his own language and the low, husky growl his voice had become made me purr with delight.

“Baby, harder,” I spoke a little more firmly this time and if he hadn’t understood my words before, he certainly read my tone now.

His hips snapped harshly into mine, forcing my thighs even farther apart. With the new, slightly faster pace, I became more and more distracted with my impending orgasm. My innermost walls were pulsing, desperate for something to clench on to, and as much I salivated at the thought of Jaebum’s hard cock inside me, I had enough of a conscience not to go that far with a stranger.

I could feel the bruises beginning to form under Jaebum’s fingers as he held my waist and rocked into me even faster. With his little pants and grunts, I knew he was getting close and I was surprised he lasted this long.

Just as I finished the thought, Jaebum brought his strong arms around my middle, crossing them tightly and bouncing against me. As I curved my back, doing everything I could to push him even farther, his forearms bumped into my breasts and he seemed to be reminded of their presence.

A hand grabbed my mound and squeezed, holding tightly as he drove erratically into me, getting closer and closer. I heard a few breathy words in Korean before he flexed his arms around my ribs so tightly it knocked the wind out of me. He moaned lowly and staggered into me, knocking my body forward as he shook through a rocky climax.

I grinned with satisfaction, gripping the bar for stability as he lowered to my back, his head crashing on my shoulder. Jaebum mumbled near my ear and I said nothing, letting him use me for equilibrium until he got his shit together.

A moment later, I felt his weight leave me and I finally stood upright, stretching my spine and turning around to face him. I smiled smugly at the blissful expression he was sporting and would have made a suggestive comment about how he needed to get pussy more often, but then I remembered his English skills.

Instead, I resorted to asking, “Better?”

Jaebum swallowed, nodded, and replied, “Uh, thank you?”

I snickered. “You’re welcome.”

He did a quick scan of me, looking down at my thighs before back to my face. “You,” he started, considering his words. “You did?”

Shaking my head, I waved him away and began, “It’s fine. I…”

Without a word, he reached forward, grabbing me none too gently and pulling me back into his arms. I opened my mouth to argue, but the moment he pushed his leg between my thighs, I groaned, “Oh, fuck.”

Jaebum tangled a hand in my hair and pressed me into the wall, crushing me with his body and keeping my head in his hold. Grasping his arms, my mouth gaped open as he rocked his thigh into my center, starting off at a leisurely pace.

“Mm,” I hummed as he buried his face in my neck and thrust his leg back and forth. I started grinding into it and my body turned desperate in a matter of seconds.

He whispered things in my ear, words I couldn’t recognize, but I knew by his tone they weren’t phrases he would ever say in public. My mind raced with the thought of us naked in bed, rolling around for hours and never getting enough.

My arousal soaked through my panties and was now making itself evident in my jeans. I listened to Jaebum’s heavy breathing and the occasional comment while I rode his thigh, my nails sinking into his muscly arms. Fortunately, they didn’t cut through his shirt, but not for lack of trying.

“Hngh, right there,” I panted when he angled his leg and landed squarely on my clit through my pants.

“Here?” Jaebum teased, raking his thigh back and forth, adding pressure where he knew it counted.

“Yes, right there,” I cried out, winching my eyes closed. “Please, don’t stop.”

Jaebum snickered against my jaw and his fingers in my hair tightened. “You’re beautiful,” he suddenly whispered, his nose brushing over my ear before skimming my flesh with his bared teeth.

“Fuck,” I barely managed to huff before I climaxed in his arms. As I threw my head back and shook uncontrollably, I felt him leaning even closer to me, crushing me against the wall until I was hopelessly pinned. His thigh bounced calmly into my clothed core while I shattered, covering my mouth to keep my moan at bay.

I finally stilled and collapsed on to him, my cheek colliding with the top of his shoulder. Jaebum chuckled darkly and held me securely in his arms as he waited patiently. I was relieved he returned the favor of giving me a chance to recover.

Lifting my head, I braced my hands on his chest and lilted back, meeting his gaze.

“Good?” he asked, smiling.

I nodded and quipped, “Thank you?”

“No problem.”

We both fell into a short fit of laughter, getting to our feet and smoothing out our clothes. I imagined he had a much bigger mess in his pants than I did in mine and the thought made my mouth water.

“Um, we should probably get back out there,” I suggested, raking my fingers through my disheveled hair.

“Hm?” he questioned.

“Right, English,” I muttered under my breath, racking my brain for what he would understand. “We should go now.”

“Now?” Jaebum repeated back to me.

My heart swelled at how disappointed he sounded.

But I didn’t care who he was. Technically, I had just met him. He wasn’t getting me out of this outfit.

“Yeah,” I told him, nodding and offering a smile.

To my relief, he returned it and held out his hand, teasing, “Ladies first.”

I rolled my eyes with a smirk and let him hold the curtain back for me to step out. He was only a pace behind me as we did the walk of shame across the club, returning to where the others were still chilling. My best friend was curled up against Jackson on the couch and looked like she was about to devour him whole.

“We were about to send out a search party,” joked Jackson, eyes on me with scrutiny.

Jaebum gave me one last smile before scurrying off to the bathroom.

“Enjoy your stay in America, boys,” I announced with a grin. “Land of the free. Home of the brave. All that jazz.”

“I love this country,” Mark sighed, eyes on the girl twerking in a miniskirt behind him.

Grabbing my friend, I pulled her with me to the main bar to spill the beans. As we sipped our new drinks, I told her everything that had happened and her eyes nearly burst out of her skull.

“You dry humped Jaebum!” she exclaimed.

“Finally, I can say I’ve literally jizzed my pants,” I quipped, snickering. For a moment, I stopped and wondered if there would be a SoundCloud song written about me in the near future. Needless to say, the thought made me smirk devilishly behind my glass.

My friend glanced past me, licking her lip and fighting a grin. “Don’t lose your shit,” she murmured. “But I think someone isn’t done with you just yet.”

Fingers tapped my shoulder and my body shivered with excitement, recognizing the touch and scent of the man behind me. Setting down my drink, I turned around and asked, “Yes?”

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