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The Bangtan Gal Chapter 12- They're My Family

Chapter Summary: BTS surprises Jen on her 16th birthday, Jen finally makes a V-Log, BTS and Jen attend the Melon awards and the guys give Jennie sweet words to ease her nervousness. Jen deals with Rapmon’s destructive ways. Jungkook hangs out with Jennie when he can’t sleep at night and gives her friendship rings.

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For Show Champion, BTS and Jennie were set to perform Attack on Bangtan. The guys were on the stage while Jennie was backstage awaiting for her cue. She had her hair in a high, curly ponytail with an opened Camouflage jacket. The cuffs of the jacket were rolled up and she wore a white tank top under it. Along with a set of wristbands and a pair of jeans.

cuz we got fire fire fire

get higher higher higher

uril moreundamyeon jedaero aradwo

uriga nugu nugu

jingyeogui bangtan

la lala lalala lalalalala

turn up!

la lala lalala lalalalala

turn up!

ni maeumeul jibeosamkyeo

naega watda jigeum allyeo

la lala lalala lalalalala

While the rest of the guys dance around on stage, Jennie makes her way to the stage, standing in the background with a mic in hand.

“Uriga nugu! nugu! jingyeogui bangtan!” Rapmon yells on the mic.

When it was finally her cue, she jumped up with a big grin while the guys revealed her, singing everything in Korean. “WHOO! My boys and I started at the bottom, now we rising up! And Watch out cause this bullet-proof girl is knockin’ down all the walls! Ain’t nothing stoppin’ us now, they got my back, I got theirs! We steppin’ over all the roadblocks. Our music is on and you can’t help but move to the rhythm. Don’t even try to hide it, this beat is sick, so rock with me now.” She rocks side to side with the guys behind her.

“Ladies! Rise like a Bulletproof Girl Scout! Rise, be brave! LET’S GO!” She yells in English, fist pumping the air with a big smile.

uri eumagi sijakdwaetdahamyeon

nun dwijiphyeoseo piuneun nalli

uri seutaireun No More Dream

mudae wieseo seonbaedeul deungeul barpji

(I’m sorry Man)

What What more can I say

debwibuteo jigeumkkaji jjuk wiro

uriui gojijeomnyeongeun siganmunje

cheot beulleogeul jappatteurin domino

geurae jappatteuryeo nun kkamppak tteumyeon

urin mudaeeseo gwireul jaba kkeureo

ireon gamgakseureon nae raebui hyangyeon

han beon matbomyeon sum gappajimyeo

neoneun wanjeon sogi ta

can’t nobody hold me down

Ok naneun 4bunui

4bakja biteu wireul hangsang

jjitgo danyeo mudae

wieseon sangnamja style

Jumping up and down, Jennie begins to have a blast on stage while singing with Jin before pumping up their chests together, side to side. “Da michil junbi dwaenna! Himkkeot ttwil junbi dwaenna! Myeongchie him ppak jugo dan.jeon.ho.heup!”

Moving her head side to side with the beat, she continues to jump around with the guys.

da michil junbi dwaenna

himkkeot ttwil junbi dwaenna

geureotam jigeumbuteo sorijilleo

uriga nugu

jingyeogui bangtansonyeondan

uriga nugu

geobeobsi jibeosamkinda

Standing in the middle with the guys behind her, she shifts from side to side with the beat while singing, “Cuz we got fire! Fire, fire, get higher! Higher, higher!”

uril moreundamyeon jedaero aradwo

After Jimin’s part, all members of BTS but Jungkook and Jennie stand on stage as they stand together. Jungkook sings out, “Mudae wie oreuneun sungan. geudaeui hamseongdeureul nan neukkyeo.”

Putting the mic to her lips, she begins to sing the next verse, “Geudaero yeongwonhi geogi isseojwo.Idaero jugeodo.”

Jennie and Jungkook harmonize as they sing, “Huhoeneun eobseul tenikka~”

uriga nugu

jingyeogui bangtansonyeondan

uriga nugu

geobeobsi jibeosamkinda

Cuz we got fire fire fire! Get higher higher higher!

Uril moreundamyeon jedaero aradwo

uriga nugu nugu

jingyeogui bangtan

jingyeokhae bang.tan.sonyeondancheoreom

uriga nugu nugu

jingyeogui bangtan

jingyeog

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‘November 10th’

Hearing her alarm go off on her phone, she shifts under her warm covers to turn it off. Sitting up and stretching out her limps, Jen checks her phone, seeing numerous Twitter notifications from ARMYs using the hashtags, #HappyBirthdayJennie! And #JennieDay

There were tweets like,

‘HAPPY BIRTHDAY JENNIE! I LOVE YOU’

‘HAPPY BIRTHDAY JENJEN!’

‘Happy birthday angel!’

‘Happy birthday Jennie!! Stay healthy and have a great day!’

‘My precious baby is 16 in America! I’m so proud of what she’s accomplished in South Korea!’

‘JENNIE ILYSM! HAPPY BIRTHDAY!’

‘Thank you so much for existing! HAPPY BIRTHDAY JEN!’

‘THIS CUTE LITTLE MUNCHKIN IS 16! MY BABY IS GROWING UP!’

‘She is so pretty and making a name for herself in South Korea in the K-Pop industry. So proud of her!’

From all the birthday wishes and talented photo and video edits of her, she was extremely overwhelmed with joy as she got out of bed to get ready for the day.

After her shower and changing into her dance clothes for dance practice, she walks out of her room to hear silence. “That’s weird...” She looked around the dorm.

It was never completely silent in the dorm. NEVER. Not even when they’re asleep, thanks to Namjoon’s snoring. Curious, she knocked on the doors, but no one was in there.

“AM I LATE!?” She yelled and ran back to her room to check her phone.

‘To The Guys’

Settled in the dance studio, the guys were all busy preparing for her surprise birthday party. Things were perfectly fine in most of their eyes, but Jin, being the perfectionist, didn’t think so.

“Jin, the cake is fine!” Jimin yelled for the 5th time. “It looks delicious, she’ll love it.”

“It’s not fine! I want my precious sweetheart to have a perfect cake. I want to put some more fruit. More strawberries.” Jin grabbed a strawberry but Tae took it away and ate it. “That was for Jennie!” He smacked him.

“Ow!” Taehyung rubbed the side of his arm, looking amused.

“Are you really freaking out over a cake? You’re stressing out for nothing! The cake is fine...” Yoongi sighed, rubbing his temples.

Feeling his phone buzz, Namjoon looks down at his phone. “And...she’s awake.” He confirmed, reading her text that said ‘OMG, WHERE ARE YOU GUYS!? DID I OVERSLEEP?!’

“Ahhh we’re screwed.” Jimin groaned.

“Is her gift perfectly wrapped?” Hobi asked.

“Right here.” Jungkook presented it, but it only had a bow on it.

“Why didn’t you wrap it!? Shouldn’t we wrap it!? We have to wrap it! We got to wrap it!” Jin started freaking out.

“Stop whining! It’s pretty damn obvious what it is even if we did wrap it. Chill.” Yoongi retorts in a blunt tone, as his patience thins.

“Make sure you hide it well.” Jin ordered.

‘To Jennie’

Arriving at BigHit, she makes her way to the dance studio while getting birthday wishes from employees and trainees she passed. With her dance bag on her shoulder, she walks to the dance studio and opens the door, only to find out the lights are off.

“Where could they be?” She questioned, curiously.

“Happy birthday to you! Happy birthday to you!” BTS starts singing with Jin holding the small red velvet cake in his hands which was lit with the number 16.

Their sudden loud singing and vision of the candle-lit cake, made her start to chuckle before tearing up, covering her mouth.

Is this why they left early? For her birthday?

“Happy birthday dear Jennie~! Happy birthday to you!” They yell and start whooping and hollering.

Unable to hold back the tears, she started to cry, tears of joy. “HAHAH SHE’S CRYING!” Jimin laughed out loud as she covered her face.

“Awe, don’t cry!” Jungkook wrapped his arms around her from behind, squeezing her tight in his famous back hug.

“Happy birthday, Smartie~!” Yoongi cheered.

“Thank you, guys.” She said in a shaky voice while sniffing.

“Thank you for being born.” J-Hope giggled and wiped her tears while Jungkook released her.

“Make a wish~” Jin said in a soft tone, presenting the cake to her.

The small red velvet cake looked so good. She couldn’t wait to dig into it. Pondering what she should wish for, she closes her eyes.

‘I wish for many years of friendship with these guys.’ She thought in her head as a smile came across her face. Opening her eyes, she eagerly blew out the candles as a loud chorus of cheers surrounded her.

Her heart was overwhelmed with love and joy for these guys. The fact that they did all of this for her...they were so kind and supportive. They were like a family to her.

“Yay! Now for the fun part!” Tae smiled slyly and smeared icing on her nose, shocking her.

“Get her!” Jimin yelled happily.

“Oh no!” She shrieked and ducked, trying to evade the guys trying to smear her face with icing, but failed miserably as she let out a fit of giggles.

Trying to run away, Jungkook quickly grabbed her, spinning her around.

As they get back to the cake that Jin is holding, Jen grabs a strawberry and pops one in her mouth. “I can’t believe you guys did this for me. Thank you. So much. I love you, guys.”

“We love you too.” Namjoon grinned

“When did you guys even leave? I was startled when I didn’t hear any noise.” She questioned, eating another strawberry before Jin started cutting the cake.

“We set an alarm. Yoongi was the hardest to get up.” Namjoon laughed.

“I’m not surprised. Thanks for getting up so early for me. This is so amazing.”

“The Bangtan Girl is 16 today! How are you feeling?” V interviewed.

“Loved~” She grinned happily, throwing out some peace signs to the camera.

“Any words for our ARMYs?”

“Thank you all so much for the love and support. You all keep me going and thank you for all the loving birthday wishes. I love you, ARMY!” She wiped the icing from her cheek and licked it. “Really good icing.”

After they eat some cake and Jen wipes her face from the icing, Namjoon stands up with J-Hope.

“Oh yeah, one more thing. We all pitched in for this.” Namjoon mentioned.

Looking up, she watches the two of them carry out an acoustic guitar as she stares at it, speechless.

That was for her? A guitar? Her guitar? They really got her a guitar?

“I have something to say about this.” Yoongi spoke up as she turned to him with her eyes watering. “Whenever you talked about the guitar, I listened to how passionate you sounded about it. You would go on for hours about it. I admire that passion. So I thought, how about we get her a guitar so she can work on her skills? Her own guitar. I had a talk with Namjoon and Hobi about this, too. Making music, we thought it would be a good idea to use your guitar skills for when we start making new songs in the future.”

“Yep.” Hobi nodded with a big grin. “Then we told the rest of the guys, and they loved the idea. We all heard you play back at your singing exhibit.”

“You told us how much you wanted to continue playing to perfect your skills, too,” Jungkook added

“So, we all talked with Bang PD.” Namjoon smiled at her as she stood up while he presented the guitar with Hobi. “He loved the idea and said himself that he wants you to continue perfecting your guitar skills and that he wants you to use it for our future songs. He says it’s a big responsibility but he sees something in you while you always play and he knows that you can do it.”

Exhaling shakily, she shook her head in disbelief. “Stop...are-are you serious?” Her voice cracked and the tears began to flow. Taking the guitar, she takes a good look at it. “I...guys...”

“Go ahead, tell us we’re awesome.” Yoongi shot her a gummy smile.

Setting it down, she hugged the nearest member she could touch, which was Yoongi. “Ah...don’t squeeze me so hard.” He sighed, wrapping his arms around her.

“Group hug!” Hobi screamed, tackling them both as he wrapped his arms around them. Yoongi grunts at his impact, retorting to him to not be so rough, but the other members run up and join in the hug.

Suddenly, all the members tackle Jennie to the ground and she starts laughing while they all get on top of her.

“You guys are so friggin’ heavy! I’m too small for this!” She laughed while they took a funny picture for their Twitter account.

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On November 14th was the Melon Awards that BTS and Jennie would be attending. In the car, Jennie looks out the window, swallowing hard as her nervousness does not go unnoticed.

Throughout the car ride, Namjoon watched her and decided to speak up.

“Jennie.” He calls out as she looks at him in response. “Relax.” He let out a chuckle and held her hand, squeezing it.

“Y-you’re not nervous?”

“I am. But your nervousness is extremely noticeable. Everything is going to be fine. We’re going to have fun, tonight.”

Was her nervousness really that obvious?

Okay, maybe the constant knee shaking and fidgeting fingers gave it away. Here she was, in the car with her boys, hair and make up all done. Her hair was in a nice bun with bangs and with a black dress to match the rest of the guys’ black suits. Butterflies were in her stomach as she anticipated her first award show and red carpet in South Korea.

“Breathe in, breathe out. And smile! I love your pretty smile. It always makes me happy.” Hobi added, smiling at her.

“And can I just say, you look beautiful?” Taehyung smiled warmly at her.

“Ain’t that the truth.” Yoongi chimed in.

“She’ll probably stun all the guys there with her beauty.” Jimin mentioned with a laugh.

Letting out a short laugh, her nervousness went away. All thanks to them. “Thank you guys. I feel so much better.” Her lips curved into a big smile.

“Ah...there’s that smile~!” Jungkook clapped his hands. “She finally smiled!”

“Keep that smile on you.” Jin pointed. “Everyone loves it when you smile, sweetheart.”

Once they arrive, they all get out and hear the crowd screaming and taking photos.

“Here comes the Bangtan Boys and Bangtan Girl.” She heard the MCs as soon as she got out of the car with the help of Hobi who grabbed her hand to guide her.

Putting on a bright smile, she waves at the crowd and walks with the guys.

‘This isn’t so bad...just don’t trip. Don’t trip on the dress.’ She thought as they made their way to the stage. She stands in between Namjoon and Jimin as they wave and take photos. Nervousness gone, confidence in, she slayed with her boys.

Once they get backstage, they all change. Jennie changes into a leather jacket, black pants and a black long sleeve dress shirt for their later performance.

As soon as the show started, Jennie and BTS sat down with a few other groups. She had to regain her composure because she was right near EXO. She had a big admiration for Baekhyun but didn’t dare to approach him to say hi, yet. One day she’ll catch him and introduce herself.

Not anytime soon.

‘2013 Melon Music Awards and the best New Artist is...BTS!’

As soon as she heard her group's name, she looked around, gasping in shock.

“What? What did they say?” She stood up before bowing to everyone with the members.

Did they just say they won best new artist?

BTS?

Huge accomplishment as she happily walks up to the stage. “Ahhh, this is awesome!”

Jennie stood next to Taehyung while Namjoon gave his acceptance speech.

“Also thank you to Bangtan, and last but not least our ARMYs! I love you, thank you much!” Namjoon happily said.

Once they go backstage, the guys run around, screaming in excitement while jumping around. Jennie runs and jumps at the camera, whooing in excitement.

“WE WON!” She yelled and jumped on Jimin’s back while they all ran backstage.

Jimin ran backstage, giving her a piggyback ride until he set her down in the dressing room.

“Did that really happen?” Jennie looked around with the camera filming her. “My eyes were tearing up on stage. Hahaha. Tears of joy! I’m proud of the hard work and it’s paying off. I love you mom and dad! We did it! MUAH!” She had the award in her hands and gave it a big kiss before handing it to Jungkook.

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A day after the awards, Jennie sat in the studio, on the computer desk, turning the camera on. She’s been looking at tweets about how the fans wanted her to do a V-Log and post it on the BTS YouTube channel.

“Is this on?” She murmured in English while adjusting the camera. “Is it-yes it is! Hi!” She waved to the camera with both hands. ”Oh this is so cool. My first V-Log. I know a lot of you have been anticipating it and asking. And here I am! In South Korea! It’s insane! I can’t believe I’m here. This is such a transition from America and I’m loving every second of it. Hm, should I continue speaking in English or Korean...eh I’ll put subtitles down here. I’m going with Korean.” She shrugged.

“Hello! My name is Jennie! The one and only girl in BTS.” She shot up a peace sign. “I’m excited to start this V-Log. Yesterday we won best new artist at the Melon Awards. BEST-NEW-ARTIST! Do you know how amazing that is? Like wow! Thank you so much for voting for us. I hope we continue to win awards. It’s very humbling.”

“I also have some great news. I’m going to continue practicing the guitar so I can start playing it for our future songs. I hope you anticipate that when I get started. My birthday was amazing, all thanks to the boys...” She sighed, thinking of the happy memory.

While she continued speaking, she didn’t notice Jungkook, Jimin and V sneak into the room, dancing weirdly in the background.

“I really love it here, everyone is so helpful and very understanding. They push me to be the best I can be. BTS...they’re my family.” She says genuinely while the guys in the background smile at her words.

“AWWEEEEE, JENNIE~” Jimin yelled as she quickly turned around in surprise.

“When did you guys get in here!?” She laughed before she was attacked with big hugs, making her fall out of the chair. “I’m filming!”

After they get up, she sits back in the chair, while the guys kneel next to her, looking at the camera and waving at the ARMYs who would be watching the video, before Jennie finishes her V-Log with them.

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With the lights off inside the dance practice studio, it was midnight on December 4th, Jin’s birthday. With Tae’s camera, he records everyone singing happy birthday. The lights come on, with Jimin revealing the candle lit birthday cake in front of Jin who comes into the room.

Blowing out the candles, J-Hope and the rest of the members start hitting on Jin while he tries to run away. Putting a finger in the cake, Jennie smears the icing right on Jin’s face.

“Happy birthday, Jin!” She laughed

“Hyung, talk about your wishes.” Tae interviewed him behind the camera.

“I was surprised when I came in.” Jin responded while being fed a piece of fruit by J-Hope.

“I’ll take that.” Jennie swiped the icing coated strawberry out of Tae’s hands in the video and bit into it with delight.

“Ah, she stole my strawberry! Bad Jennie! Bad!” He tried to hit her but she ran away, giggling.

“The members are the best.” Jin said with a big smile.

After celebrating Jin’s birthday in the practice room, Jennie and the rest of the members finish the birthday cake and take a group photo to post on their Twitter account. Jennie sat on the floor, posting a birthday shout out to Jin on their shared Twitter account.

“Jennie I need you to do me a favor.” Namjoon’s voice was heard as she looked up to see him handing her his phone. “Take a couple of photos of me for my daily outfit.”

“Are you kidding me? I wanted to check out what’s going on our Twitter account!”

“The tweets aren’t going anywhere! Now come on.”

“You’re such a fart!” She stood up, taking his camera as he grinned victoriously.

“Make sure you take a lot, not just one picture while I pose.” He added, standing against the wall.

“Namjoon, I know how to take pictures.” She shook her head in amusement and snapped away.

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‘Show Champion’

Before their performance, Jennie and Namjoon sat at a table to eat lunch together, eating some beef.

Eyeballing the biggest piece of beef, Jen makes her way to grab it, but clashes with another set of chopsticks.

Looking up, she stared at Namjoon. “That piece was mine.”

“I saw it first.”

“I touched it first.”

“And I will eat it first.” He grabbed it with his chopsticks but she countered, making him drop the beef. Before they knew it, they began to wrestle each other with their chopsticks for the piece.

“It’s mine!”

“No, it’s mine!”

“Get another piece!”

“You get another piece!”

Hearing a crunching sound, Jen looked down to see one of her chopsticks snapped. Both looking at it in shock, they both set down their chopsticks.

“Dude! Are you kidding?” She fumed in English.

“Sorry!” He exclaimed in English.

“How do you break metal chopsticks!? That’s not possible!”

“I dunno what happened!”

“Are you-AND YOU ATE THE BEEF I WANTED!?” She yelled as he covered his mouth to stop his upcoming laughs while chewing.

After their shenanigans and meal, Jennie leans against the wall, texting her sisters while Jimin starts recording for a Bangtan Bomb. She could hear Justin Timberlake’s Sexyback from his phone as she glanced up to see what his plan was.

“Point one, you need to shake your hips a bit shamelessly.” He pointed out, shaking his hips. “Now slowly smile a little. Like this, naturally.”

A snort was heard from Jennie as she looked back at her phone. She’ll never get tired of the guys’ goofiness. Jimin starts dancing around V who has his arms crossed. Before he knew it, V began to shake his hips along with Jimin.

“Ah just like that! A little bit more shamelessly.” Jimin encouraged. V starts dancing away, making Jimin giggle. “He’s embarrassed.” He said to the camera.

“I can’t dance sexily.” V replied.

“Lie!” Jennie’s voice was heard, as Jimin turned his attention to her. When she lifted her head back up from her phone, she was shocked to see Jimin even got Jungkook into it, and V got back into it.

The three guys in the Maknae line begin to turn to attention to Jennie. Shaking their hips shamelessly, they travel to where she is standing. She looked up and raised a brow as Jimin slowly smiled.

“Oh no. No, no, no.” She tried to walk around but V blocked her way as the three of them danced in front of her. Throwing her head back, she laughed. “Oh my god, sthap~” She buried her face in her hands.

“Join us ennie!” Jimin offered. Deciding to walk around, Jimin blocks her way, continuing to dance in front of her with Jungkook and V. “No escape!”

“I didn't ask for this!”

“Join us~” V continued to ask.

“I have no choice don’t I?” She chuckled lightly. “Ugh! Fine. Move aside, I’ll show you show it’s done” She started body rolling to the beat.

“Wow~! Look at the hips! So sexy~ so shameless~” Jimin praised.

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After the show, BTS and Jen head back to the dorm, while Jin makes a shopping list. “Jennie, do you mind going shopping for me?” He requested.

“Sure. Anything in particular?” She asked.

"Yes. Here’s the list.”

Bundling up in her jacket, she tried to zipper it up but it ended up getting stuck. “Hey, Namjoon, you mind fixing my zipper? I can’t get it?”

“Yeah, sure. It’s probably stuck with the fabric again.” He took a look, trying to zip it up. He started to struggle and ended up popping the zipper off the coat. “Uh...it broke.” He chuckled nervously

“Aw, seriously?” She said with annoyance and made her way to her room.

“Sorry!”

“This is the second thing you broke today.”

“I’ll make it up to you~”

After getting another jacket, she grabbed her bag and headed to the door.

“Jennie, you heading out?” Jungkook asked, already in his coat.

“Yeah, Jin wants me to go shopping for some food.”

“Can I come with you?”

“Yeah, let’s go.”

“Don’t be out too late!” Jin warned. “it shouldn’t take so long to get everything on the list.”

“We won’t!”

Arriving at the supermarket, Jungkook pushed the cart while Jen tried to look through her pockets for the list.

“Where is it...?” She murmured. “Jungkook do you have the list?”

“No. You mean to tell me you forgot the list?” He started laughing

“I thought you had it!”

“I thought you did!”

“Oh-my goodness...”

“Oh-my goodness.” He mocked, earning a smack on the arm.

Taking out her phone, she called Jin. After a few rings, he picked up. “Uh...Jin can you take a picture of the list? We forgot it.”

“YOU forgot it,” Jungkook said in the background, earning another punch on the arm.

“Jennie! Be more responsible. I’ll send it to you.” Jin hung up. After a few seconds, the picture of the list was sent.

“All right, let’s go. Looks like he needs spices first.” She confirmed and they walked around. “You know, these carts are much smaller than what I’m used to in America.”

“They’re bigger?” He asked with interest.

“Much bigger.”

‘To BTS’

Once Jungkook and Jennie had left, the members were in the living room watching TV, lounging around until they came back with the food so Jin could start dinner. Fresh out of the shower, Namjoon stretches and makes his way to the couch.

“What are we watching?” He sat down on the couch, only to hear a loud crack noise. Everyone looks up at Namjoon as they freeze.

“Don’t tell me...” Suga sighed. Namjoon stood up, making Hobi, Jimin and Tae scream in horror.

“AHHH WHAT DID YOU DO!?” Hobi screamed, waving his arms around in panic.

“I-I didn’t mean it!” Namjoon stammered, trying to explain himself. “It’s probably fine!” He opened up the laptop and turned it on. Only to be welcomed with a very cracked screen while the guys look at it with fear.

“Ahh...Namjoon you’re going to die today. Yoongi, congratulations on being the new leader of BTS! Because after today, we’re going to have to plan Namjoon’s funeral.” Jimin whineed, scared for him.

“Well...Jennie is gonna obliterate you when she finds out...” Yoongi declared in a blunt tone, chuckling to himself.

“Shit. Shit, don’t tell her! I got it handled!” Namjoon grabbed the laptop and dashed out the door, making his way to a nearby Apple Store.

After 30 minutes, Jennie and Jungkook arrive back to the dorm with a bunch of bags.

“F-F-F-F-F-FIVE bags of snacks?” Jin’s voice gets high as he widens his eyes. “Wher-where are my ingredients and the food I put on the list?”

“Oh, it’s there.” Jen grinned sheepishly.

“JENNIE! JUNGKOOK!” He started lecturing them while Jimin laughed at them getting scolded.

After the lecture, Jennie walked around, trying to find her laptop. “Hey, have you guys seen my laptop? I can’t find it anywhere.”

“Nah, haven’t seen it,” Yoongi replied while Namjoon arrived back to the dorm.

“H-hey Jennie, how are you? I brought you some pizza. Consider it me paying you back because I ate the beef.” Namjoon said with a hint of nervousness.

“Ooh, food, thank you!” She happily accepted. “Oh, have you seen my laptop? I can’t find it anywhere?”

“No not at all. Did you check your room?” Namjoon kept a straight face as she walked to her room.

“So where’s the laptop?” Hobi questioned while Namjoon sighed and sat down on the couch.

“It’s getting repaired, right now.”

“What happened?” Jungkook raised a brow.

“Hehehehe, Hyung sat on Ennie’s laptop and cracked the screen.” Jimin explained, making Jungkook laugh.

“You’re dead, Hyung!”

“Shut up, kid!” Namjoon hushed him.

“I don’t see it.” Jennie’s voice is heard as she sits with them on the couch.

“Aw, nice glasses! Where’d you get them?” Namjoon tried to distract her from thinking about the laptop. He couldn’t help but see a pair of fake glasses on her shirt.

“Oh, I couldn’t resist buying a pair of fake glasses when we walked past a store.”

“Let me check them out.” He took the glasses and examined them. But as soon as he tries to open them, he accidentally breaks them.

“Wow...” Yoongi shook his head.

“DUDE! I just got these!” Jennie yelled, shaking him. “Why do you keep breaking everything? What’s next?!”

“Aish, I’m sorry!” Namjoon pleaded for forgiveness.

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The next morning, Jennie was in the kitchen, eating a bowl of cereal, when she observed Namjoon coming through the door with an apple bag.

“...Why do you have an apple bag?” She questioned, making him jump.

“O-oh! Jennie, you’re here. I thought you would be chilling in your room.”

“Is that my laptop in there?”

“U-uh no, I brought a new phone.”

“A new iPhone isn’t that wide. It’s a laptop, isn’t it?”

“Okay, yes, it’s a laptop. I brought myself a new laptop-”

“You broke my laptop, didn’t you?” She narrowed her eyes.

“Why would you say that?” He laughed nervously.

“Because Jungkook told me.”

“Aish...that kid...he can never keep secrets.” He sighed. “L-Look Jennie, I’m sorry, I-I got it repaired!”

“You lied to me.” She stood up.

“I said I was sorry!” He started running around the dorm, as she chased him around.

After beating up Namjoon with pillows, she forgives him and thanks him for going to the store to get her laptop repaired, laughing at how he complained about getting beaten up and then thanked him. Laying down in her room, Jen spent the rest of the day, playing on her phone and catching up with her family. As soon as she was done talking to her mom, she got a Facetime call from Tae.

Answering it quickly, she replied, “Tae, I’m just in my room. You could have just visited me in my room, haha.”

“OKAY!” He yelled and ended the call. Seconds later, he barged in and dived onto the bed, making her shriek. She groaned as soon as he landed on top of her.

“A warning would’ve been nice!” She pushed him off her, while he giggled.

“Let’s watch some anime!”

“Anime? I don’t really watch anime.”

“Well, you will tonight! Let’s watch...Dragon Ball Z.”

“I heard of that. Okay, let’s watch it.” She opened up her brand new laptop and let V go on the website.

Watching with interest, she asks him questions like who was who, what was going on and who was his favorite character. He got her hooked and they planned to continue watching anime together when they had the time. They managed to watch a bunch of episodes of Dragon Ball Z and before they knew it, it was nighttime. Tae decided to turn in for the night, going back to his room.

Checking the time, it was past midnight but she wasn’t sleepy at all, as she continued searching the web, finding random computer games. Feeling her phone buzz, she looks at it to see a text from Jungkook.

‘U Awake?’

Jennie texted back, ‘Yep! This better be good! :P’

‘I can’t sleep :(’

‘Me either. What do you want to do?’

‘Video games?’

‘We may wake up the other members’

Still in his casual clothes, Jungkook came into her room, turning on her light.

“You wanna walk around outside? I’m so bored here.” He suggested.

Liking the idea, she got out of bed and grabbed her jacket. “Yeah! Let’s go.”

“Make sure to keep quiet so we won’t wake up the hyungs.” He whispered. “Here, wear my beanie.” He placed the beanie on her head, patting it and adjusting it before he nodded in approval. “Make sure your ears are warm.”

“What about you?”

“I have another.” He smiled and put one on. “Let’s go.” They both quietly leave her room.

Jungkook rolled across the living room like a ninja, looking both ways to see if the coast was clear while Jen laughed silently at his goofiness. Opening the front door for her, they manage to sneak out successfully.

“So, what do you want to do?” She asked as they walked together, enjoying the night.

“Actually, can we get some ice cream?” He offered.

“We can get ice cream this late at night?”

“Yeah!”

“All right, lead the way.”

“Great. Come on. I know a place.” He took her to a nearby shop.

“I like eating ice cream in the cold weather. I’ll never get tired of it.”

“Me too.”

Once they get ice cream cups, they walk around before sitting on a park bench, watching the stars.

“I’ve been meaning to ask you something,” Jungkook spoke up after eating a spoonful of his vanilla ice cream.

“What’s up?”

“Do you...miss home?”

“I would be lying if I said I didn’t.”

“You really miss your family, huh?”

She nodded. “I always try to contact them, whenever I can. But being with you guys...it helps a lot because you all are my family, too.” She said in a genuine voice.

Grinning, Jungkook nudged her. “You’re our family, too. And I’ll take a scoop of that, thank you very much.” He managed to take a spoonful of her chocolate ice cream.

“Hey! Mine!” She nudged him back while he ate the spoonful. He laughed at her and continued to dig into his ice cream. “I really love it, here. Thanks for taking me out, tonight. I’ve been so engrossed with our performances, that I haven’t been paying attention to how nice our surroundings are.”

“I’ll make sure to show you around more when we have free time.” He promised

“Looking forward to it.”

After they finish their ice cream, they continue to look at the stars at night, in comfortable silence.

“Ah, before I forget again...I keep forgetting to give you this.” He stood up and searched in his pocket, taking out two black rings. “I was going to give it to you on your birthday, but they weren’t ready yet when I went to get them. They’re friendship rings. I wanted us to have them.” He happily presented them to her.

Surprised and looking at it in awe, she stood up and took the one he gave her which had his name engraved in it. ‘Jungkook’s Best Friend’ while he had her name engraved on his ring, saying ‘Jennie’s Best Friend’

“I hope it’s not too cheesy.” He let out a short laugh.

“Are you giving me this so Jimin and Tae can stop claiming me as their best friend?” She narrowed her eyes playfully.

“Maybe...” He looked around.

Laughing, she put the ring on her right index finger. “Wow. I love it. Thanks, Kookie. Really. You’re so nice to me.”

“Well, you’re always nice to me. The reason I wanted to give this to you is...well, I just really appreciate you always being there for me. I love goofing around with you and playing video games with you. And as you know, I’m always shy, but I’m always comfortable around you. You make me feel at ease and happy. Jennie, I cherish you and our friendship. And I hope you feel the same about me being your best friend.”

“Kookie, why are you trying to make me cry, right now? Get over here.” She wrapped her arms around his neck, squeezing him tightly. One thing she would never get tired of was hugging him because his hugs were always so warm. “Of course, I feel the same. I cherish you, too,”

“Glad to hear.”

Once they quietly arrive back to the dorm, they see Jin sitting on the couch, watching TV, clearly waiting for the both of them. “And where have you kids been?”

“I swear he has father senses. How did you even know we were gone!?” Jennie exclaimed.

“Mama Jin always knows.” He smiled. “Go to bed! I was planning on making Korean Beef tomorrow night. No beef for you two. You'll be eating something else,”

“Aish...really?” Jungkook sighed.

“Oh come on!” Jennie whined.

Despite their protests, they head off to bed. Jennie gets under her covers and sends Jungkook a quick text.

‘Sorry that we got caught :(’

Not even 30 seconds later her phone vibrated and she read his message,

‘Don’t worry about it. Hanging out with you was worth it. :)’

‘It really was tho! :D’

‘Good night Jennie :D’

‘’Night Kookie! :D’

#jungkook x oc #jungkook fluff #jungkook fanfic #bts #bangtan boys #bts 8th member #bts female member #bts fanfiction #bts fluff #bts added member

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weimarhaus · 7 months ago

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Austrian born Jenny Jugo (Eugenie Walter) photographed by E.O. Hoppe before filming a night scene at UFA in 1928.

#weimar #weimar art

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El equipo que ganó el campeonato apertura (Tigres) contra el equipo que ganó el campeonato clausura (Monterrey); CAMPEÓN DE CAMPEONAS 🏆

anon 🐯

Oleeeeee oye que bien mi Jenni. Jugo bien? Y ahora supongo que viajará con la selección no? Mañana será la convocatoria de los JJOO la verdad que me da muchísima pena que M4pi se los pierda 😭

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delaoscuridadbajoelneon · 11 months ago

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Historias de Galerías #2

Jenny

Entre ahí por alguna clase de estúpida venganza.

Por rabia.

No estaba caliente.

La calentura llegó una vez dentro, cuando la Karen se terminó de despojar de su pequeño bikini en el tercer vaso de jugo y se fue a buscar otro para ella. Fue la visión de su cuerpo desnudo bajo las luces negras, abriendo un refrigerador y sirviéndose un vaso de algo lo que encendió el deseo dentro de mi. Camina y veo sus dos grandes pechos balancearse con cada paso que da sobre esos inmensos tacones. No me habla. Solo me baila. Y eso está bien.

Porque no tengo ganas de hablar.

Deja su jugo en la barra, al lado del vaso de bebida del cual no me he tomado ningún sorbo. Sigue bailando, restregando su cuerpo contra el mío, apoyo mi pelvis contra su culo, buscando que sienta lo dura que se me ha puesto la verga. Solo se dos cosas de ella; que es de República Dominicana y que se hace llamar Karen.

Se da vuelta. Le agarro el culo mientras me abraza. Sumerjo mi cara en medio de esas tetas, de pezones grandes y oscuros.

*****

La Jenny es una maraca.

Aunque ella no crea serlo.

En un comienzo me mordió la mejilla, como un juego, mientras trabajabamos. Aun éramos amigos.

Después de esa mordida ya no éramos solo amigos. Fue ese el momento en el que todo cambio.

Siempre me atrajeron sus escotes. Después de un carrete, por alguna clase de apuesta estúpida con ella, le agarre un pecho en la calle.

En Teatinos, entre Catedral y Compañía, afuera de un café con piernas que ya estaba cerrando; caminando hacia Mapocho, tras habernos tomados unos cinco pitchers en los Chinos con otros compañeros de trabajo de quienes huimos en silencio. Meto mi mano a través del escote de la blusa que usaba aquella noche. En la palma de mi mano tengo su pecho izquierdo. Tibio y suave. Con el pulgar juego con el pezón, que se pone duro apenas lo toco.

Al igual que yo.

Nos besamos.

Nunca llegamos a dónde íbamos.

Terminamos en mi departamento.

La Jenny no era una chica normal, era de aquellas que era imposible ignorar cuando veías sus grandes pechos en escotes inmensos que no ocultaban nada; era de aquellas mujeres que llenaban tu cabeza de fantasías porno cuando contemplabas su redondo trasero en pantalones demasiado ajustados que amenazaban romperse a cada paso.

Ella era la mujer que las demás mujeres odiaban por ser tan descaradamente sexual, por su look de puta desenfadada, con su actitud nihilista y hedonista, que era una de las cosas que mas me fascinaban de ella. Es un par de años menor que yo, pero aparenta más. Su rostro carga las marcas de los años que ha pasado, y que te gritan que han valido la pena.

El rostro de los que viven la vida al máximo.

Cuando hablabas con ella, todo se convertía en un coqueteo constante, dónde ella te media en cada respuesta que podías dar, y si eras afortunado, tenia la capacidad de hacerte saber que los límites para romperse. Y si ella decidía que si tú vales lo suficiente, ella puede romper esos límites contigo.

La Jenny nunca me juro amor eterno. Tampoco le hubiera pedido que lo hiciera. El Amor es una forma de prejuicio. Una estupidez.

Yo no la ame.

Nunca.

Ella a mí tampoco.

Caminamos por la oscuras calles del Barrio Bellavista. Es de madrugada. Tomamos una petaca de pisco sour mientras caminamos a través de calles eternas y vacias.

Odio el pisco sour, pero odio más estar lúcido.

Llévame a tu departamento Me pide.

El taxista mira como nos besamos a través del espejo retrovisor. Hundo mi mano en su escote para que vea algo interesante. Le saco ambos pechos, corriendo la delgada tela del peto que viste. Las sostengo en mi mano y juego con su pezón izquierdo, igual que la primera vez. La Jenny me sujeta la mano, para que la deje ahí.

Ya en la mañana, se pasea desnuda por el departamento. Yo la miro desde la cama. Regresa con un café.

Le pellizco un pezón cuando se sienta.

Se ríe. La Beso. Deja el café a un lado. Hacemos el amor otra vez.

En las mañanas que vendrán no despertara conmigo para hacer el amor. Simplemente se ira. Dejando un espacio vacío y húmedo a mi lado.

*****

El cuerpo de la Karen es suave y terso.

Con la punta de los dedos recorro su silueta, que desnuda se retuerce entre mis brazos. Recorro la forma de su culo y de su cintura. Para subir mis manos por su estómago hasta llegar a sus pechos, que afirmo a manos llenas.

Los pechos de la Karen son duros y turgentes.

Los de la Jenny, blandos y sinuosos.

Los aprieto. Podrían ser de silicona. No sé. No tengo idea. Me da lo mismo.

Recuerdo a la Jenny. La vez que me dijo que si no tuviera un hijo y tuviera el cuerpo, habría sido actriz porno.

Le creí.

Esa noche vimos una película de la serie Naughty America que descargue de internet. Decidimos imitarla. Tuvimos sexo en el baño tratando de fornicar como Eve Lawrence y algun ser anónimo lo habían hecho. Quise terminar en sus tetas, le rogue para hacerlo, pero se rehúsa por el asco. En vez de eso, eyacule en su culo, esparciendo mi semen a través de sus nalgas con mi verga, una vez que ella ya había tenido su orgasmo.

Me dijo que no le gustaba el olor del semen.

No le creí. No sé por qué.

La imagen de mi leche chorreando por su culo, mientras ella entraba a la ducha para bañarse se quedó en mi cabeza por dias.

Esa mañana, se marchó antes de que yo despertara.

La Karen me dice que si quiero un polvo me cuesta 30 lucas. Consumo incluido.

Pero me hace un precio y quedamos en 25.

Me arrastra a una pequeña pieza en la parte trasera del local, donde hay una pequeña figura de una virgen mirando a la pared, en un plato lleno de monedas de 10 y 100 pesos. Ella enciende un incienso y una vela. Me pregunta que es lo quiero.

Me da lo mismo Respondo.

Tomo sus pechos en mis manos y comienzo a lamerlos, sorprendiéndome por lo grande que son sus pezones. Me comenta que quiere ir a Tacna a operarse y afirmárselos. Le respondo que no le hace falta. Sus manos bajan hacia mis pantalones y los desabrocha. Caen al piso. Mi pene erecto queda solo cubierto por un boxer que me aprieta demasiado.

La Jenny era buena para chuparla. Siempre lo hacía, antes de tener sexo, cuando desnudos nos besábamos y lamiamos hasta ya no dar más. Siempre recordaba aquella vez, en la que el acostado en la cama, entregado, sentía como su lengua y labios subían desde el interior de mis muslos, lamiendo y besando, cada centímetro de piel para atrapar mi verga palpitante en su boca, y chuparla hasta llevarme el éxtasis absoluto, solo para detenerse cruelmente instantes antes de que eyaculara y decirme, apretando con sus manos expertas firmemente la base de la verga, aún con un delgado hilo, mezcla de semen y saliva colgando de la punta sus labios, que no hay nada más duro que una verga antes del primer orgasmo, y una de sus cosas favoritas en la vida era una verga bien dura.

La Karen me baja el boxer. Y solo pienso en que tuve que haberme afeitado las bolas.

Me pone el condón. La comienza a chupar. Lo hace bien. Pero sin alma. Mecánica. Como una boca de plástico, que se mueve automáticamente. Succionando de manera rítmica y monótona.

Le agarro las tetas para calentarme un poco.

***

La Jenny solia darse demasiadas vueltas por el departamento. A veces usando un pequeño colaless; otras solamente vistiendo cualquiera de mis camisetas, las que nunca le cubrían ni el culo o su entrepierna; pero la mayoría de las veces solo lo hacía totalmente desnuda. De la habitación a la cocina, para volver al living con dos tazas de café, dónde yo la esperaba acostado en la alfombra, también desnudo, solo por qué vivo en el piso 18 de un edificio de Santiago Centro que da a la cordillera. No hay ningún edificio al frente en varias cuadras. Por eso en la Sala de Estar no he puesto cortinas. No las necesito. Nadie me puede ver acá. Ni a la Jenny paseándose desnuda para servirme desayuno. O tomando el sol de la mañana, acostados en la alfombra, desnudos, fumando y viendo televisión.

Algunas veces me acosté al lado de ella y tuvimos sexo en la alfombra. Mientras el sol nos entibiaba el culo en esas heladas mañanas.

La Jenny arrienda una pieza en un cite de Mapocho, que está lleno de peruanos.

Raras veces fui donde ella vivia. Sola. Tenía un hijo que estaba bajo el cuidado de sus abuelos en no sé qué región del sur.

En su pieza habia solamente una cama de una plaza y media. Un closet. Una cómoda con un televisor encima. Una repisa y fotos de la familia en toda la pieza.

Sobre la cama, en cuatro, ella me entrega su culo en alto, mis manos bajaban desde su cuello, a través de su espalda para sostenerla de la cintura, para entrar en ella, en su vagina caliente y húmeda.

En la radio suena una vieja canción de Bon Jovi que no alcanza a ocultar sus gemidos ni el sonido de mi cuerpo golpeando sus nalgas. Cuando siento que estoy a punto de acabar me detengo, la Jenny me pide que no pare, sintiendo como mi verga palpita dentro de ella. La saco lentamente buscando no correrme. Respiro hondo y observo mi verga dura envuelta en latex, para después observar su culo dispuesto ante mi. Su cuerpo se estremece cuando acaricio su vagina húmeda. Su respiración se corta cuando la penetró con mis dedos sin dejar de presionar su clítoris que se alza en la penumbra de la habitación. Su culo se levanta aún más cuando mi pulgar comienza a jugar con su ano que se abre de a poco para mí. Mi verga se acerca lentamente a su culo, buscando entrar. Cuando ella, con ambas manos abre sus nalgas para mí, es la señal que estaba esperando y decido entrar.

Lentamente.

Atento a cada gemido.

Deleitándome en el calor de su cuerpo.

Hasta que tome noción de dónde realmente estaba.

Se me hizo raro tirármela por el culo mientras su hijo nos miraba desde la mesa de noche.

El niño tiene 10 años. Ella, 24.

Apenas pude acabar.

Cuando me ponía los calcetines me comentó lo aburrida que estaba de todo.

No la escuche.

Me fui.

***

La Karen me la deja de chupar y se levanta, para darse vuelta y ofrecerme su culo.

La mamada fue una mierda.

Se abre de piernas apoyándose en el respaldo de un piso, y me sorprende el contraste de lo rosado de su vagina con el moreno de su piel.

Tomo mi verga y la acerco lentamente, frotandola en los labios para metersela lentamente. La Karen me guía con la mano mientras gime como si realmente lo disfrutara. tanto, que es obvio que es falso.

Le pego una nalgada y gime un poco más fuerte. La embisto, cada vez más rápido, buscando que la calentura no se diluya. El sonido sordo que hacen sus nalgas cuando chocan con mi cuerpo cada vez que se la meto hasta el fondo me mantienen caliente.

Le agarro una teta. Le pellizco un pezón.

Ella aún gime.

Dice cosas que con su acento caribeño me son raras. Me recuerda a ciertas pornos brasileñas que he visto. Y quizás un poco a Mónica Mattos.

La Jenny nunca hablaba cuando cogíamos. Solo gemía. Y la intensidad de los gemidos variaba según el grado de alcohol que tuviéramos en el cuerpo al momento de coger. Ni siquiera me respondío a lo que le decía la vez que jugamos a ser actores porno en el baño de mi departamento.

La única vez que hablo, que me dijo cosas, fue la vez que lo hicimos en la casa de la Paola, durante una fiesta en el día del Trabajo

La había visto bailar por horas. Con el Toño, con el Sergio, con el Marco, con la Priscilla, con la Paula, con la Nathalie.

Vestía una ajustada mini falda con tacos altos, que insinuaba el delgado colaless que usaba . Y una blusa roja con los primeros botones abiertos que dejaban vislumbrar lo redondo y grande de sus pechos, que se movían al ritmo de las cumbias.

Se veía más puta que nunca. Y eso me encantaba.

Eran las tres de la mañana y nos arrancamos de la fiesta en el living a la pieza de la hija menor de la Paola, cuya puerta trancamos con el velador.

Y ahí, entre posters de Barbies y Princesas Disney, peluches de Barney y muñecas de Jesmar que nos miraban desde la repisa, sobre un cubrecama de Toy Story con un estampado de la Vaquera Jessie, follamos como nunca lo habíamos hecho.

Un polvo lleno de amor, odio, lujuria, y quizás rabia.

Sin darnos el tiempo de desnudarnos nos abocamos desesperadamente el uno al otro. Trato de chupar sus tetas por sobre la blusa. Ella frota desesperadamente mi verga por sobre mi pantalón. Apenas logro desabrocharme y ella saca mi miembro erecto para llenarse la boca.

Abro su blusa y bajo su sostén dejando sus pechos libres, que mis manos aprietan, sujetan y dejan caer como en las películas porno que he visto. Cuando siento que estoy a punto de acabar, le pido que se detenga. Ella lo hace. Y observo su rostro, sonriendo y sudoroso con mi verga aun atravesando sus labios.

La levanto y acerco a mi. La beso. Un beso que me recuerda aquella primera vez que la bese en teatinos. Sus manos acarician mi rostro. Las mías bajan de su cintura hacia su culo, solo para subir la falda y poder acariciar la tibia carne que me embriaga.

Amo tu culo Le susurro.

Ella me sonríe sin dejar de besarme.

Metemela me pide Solo metemela

Yo con los pantalones y los calzoncillos enredados en los tobillos.

Ella con zapatos de taco alto y la falda en la cintura.

Se recuesta en el borde de la cama y rapidamente le saco el colaless, para apoyar sus piernas en mis hombros.

Sudando alcohol.

Ebrios.

Me pongo el condón sin siquiera darme cuenta. Mi cerebro funciona en modo automático. Frotó mi pene a través de su vagina antes de metérsela. Abriéndola un poco más. Golpeando su clítoris con mi cabeza, roja e hinchada cubierta de latex. Entro. Ella gime cuando la siente toda dentro de si. Abro su blusa, desabrochando cada botón luchando contra mi necesidad de romperlos. El sostén se resiste. Al ser incapaz de sacarlo, ella lo levanta dejando sus pechos libres para mí, que agarro con mis manos sin nunca dejar que sus piernas bajen de mis hombros.

Pellizco sus pezones.

Siento sus manos en mis caderas buscando que la meta cada vez más rápido, más fuerte

Su humedad me invade. Su aroma me enciende aún más.

Chupo sus tetas. Lleno mi boca de su carne, tibia y suave. Sus pezones se endurecen al contacto de mi lengua.

Sus piernas me cruzan la cintura.

Sus dedos se enredan en mi cabello.

Subo, buscando sus labios y lengua.

Nos besamos hasta casi arrancarnos los labios.

Entonces se lo pedí.

Quiero acabar dentro tuyo Le dije en el oído, en un susurro.

Si, yo también quiero que termines en mi Me respondió Dame toda tu leche, toda tu lechecita...

El condón acaba en el piso. Jenny se acomoda en la cama al mismo tiempo que se saca la falda, quedando desnuda de la cintura hacia abajo y se abre de piernas, esperandome.

Me acerco, subiendome sobre ella. La beso antes de volversela a meter. Era la primera vez que lo hacíamos así. Sin nada entre nosotros. Se sentía bien. Demasiado bien. Su vagina era un túnel caliente y húmedo, que se apretaba en torno a mi verga. Cruzó sus piernas en mi cintura. Metí mis manos bajo su culo, mientras la metía y sacaba.

Así, métemela más fuerte, más fuerte...

Era el alcohol que hablaba por la Jenny. Y me gustaba. Había estado con otras mujeres que decían cosas mientras cogíamos, pero no era lo mismo. Con la Jenny era diferente. No eran simples palabras. Eran pequeñas órdenes.

Pequeños ruegos en forma de jadeos.

Cambiamos de posición. Se subió arriba mío, dándome la espalda

Lo que en el porno se llama “Reverse Cowgirl”

Me encanta tu tula, tan larga y dura, así, sigue así, no pares.

Su ritmo aumentó. Una muñeca cayó de la repisa. Mis manos bajan por su espalda para agarrar su culo. Tomo cada una de sus nalgas, apretandolas, abriéndolas, dejando a la vista su pequeño ano que acaricio por encima con mi dedo pulgar.

Ya viene, no paris, sigue así hueon, métemela más fuerte.

Los golpes de la cabeza de la cama contra la pared aumentaron en velocidad. Su culo baja y sube a través de mi verga hasta que acaba. Termina. Su orgasmo fue largo y extendido. Una Delicia. Sus gemidos parecen pequeños gruñidos. Me aprieta. Gotas de sudor recorren su cuerpo. Mi pene aun esta duro dentro de ella.

Que rico, todavía está durita Dice, mientras mueve el culo en círculos para extender la duración de su orgasmo. Todo mi dedo pulgar penetra su ano. Levanta su culo lentamente y mi verga sale húmeda e hinchada de su vagina palpitante. Le ordenó que se ponga en cuatro. Obedece. Me saco las zapatillas y los pantalones y me ubico tras ella. Acaricio su vagina caliente y meto dos dedos dentro. Le pregunta si le gusta.

Me encanta

Con mi mano izquierda abro sus nalgas, dejándola descubierta para mi. Con mi mano derecha sujeto mi verga y se la meto. Le agarro una teta y la tomo del pelo. Gime. La trato de perra. Le pregunto si le gusta como se la meto. Ella responde que si.

Yo soy tu perra...

Yo soy tu puta...

Yo soy tu maraca...

Le doy nalgadas. Mi pene entra y sale mientras que mi pulgar juega dentro de su ano. Siento que el orgasmo se acerca pero aún no quiero acabar, trato de bajar el ritmo pero le Jenny comienza a mover el culo frenéticamente. Me quedo quieto, tratando de no pensar en nada, pero ella se mueve más rápido, más fuerte, hasta que ya no puedo aguantar más. Eyaculo dentro de ella, chorros interminables de semen. Gimo demasiado. Mi verga sigue palpitando sin escupir ya nada.

Mierda exclamé que delicioso

La saco. Comienzo a vestirme. Ella esta aun en 4 sobre la cama. Cae semen de su vagina, que corre por sus muslos, para manchar el cubrecama de Toy Story. Hay otras manchas. Las limpiamos como podemos.

La pieza apesta a sexo.

Nos vestimos.

Volvemos a la fiesta.

III

La Karen está en cuatro, afirmada en la pared. Hay un cuadro de una virgen en el que no me habia fijado, que se mece al ritmo de cada una de mis mis arremetidas. ¿Qué virgen es? No tengo puta idea.

Termino.

Pero es el recuerdo del polvo con la Jenny en la casa de la Paola lo que me hace acabar.

No el cuerpo, ni el culo ni las tetas de la Karen.

El recuerdo de ese polvo rodeado de juguetes de una niña de apenas cinco años.

Después, cuando la fiesta ya acabo, caminamos hacia un paradero para tomar la micro. Caminamos en el silencio de la madrugada, en una villa donde todas las casas son iguales. Todo es aburrido en este mundo. Excepto nosotros. Dormimos una hora antes de salir. Ya van a ser las ocho de la mañana. La Jenny apenas camina por el dolor de pies. Es por culpa de esos zapatos de taco alto que siempre usa y todo lo que ha bailado. La miro de reojo. Imagino sus piernas desnudas rodeándome.

La invito a mi departamento.

Me dice que no.

Se va.

Yo me quede en el paradero un rato más para fumarme un cigarro.

La Karen me saca el condón y lo envuelve en un trozo de papel confort, que luego mete en una bolsa negra.

Me limpio con un trozo de papel higiénico.

Se despide con un beso. Uno en cada mejilla.

Salgo al café otra vez. Oscuro. Estrellas, lunas y corazones de cartulina blanca que se destacan bajo la luz negra. Al igual que las pelusas en mi ropa que veo reflejadas en el espejo.

El local está vacío. La cajera aburrida juega con su celular.

Reviso que el cierre del pantalón este arriba y salgo.

Me despido de las tres cafeteras que están en la puerta, que se despiden con sonoros besos que me lanzan por los aires. Hago que los atrapo y que los guardo en un bolsillo.

Se ríen.

El café está ubicado en una galería en la que solamente hay cafés con piernas. Santo Pecado, California, Divas, TKche y otros nombres igual de maracos.

Una mujer gorda en Bikini, con calcomanías de estrellas en los pezones me invita a entrar a su café. Le digo que no, gracias.

Salgo a la calle Diagonal Cervantes, me pongo mis lentes y comienzo a caminar.

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La Jenny nunca abrió la puerta cuando la fui a ver. Bajo la puerta, en el resquicio, vi un haz de luz que desapareció después de golpear las primeras tres veces. Los vecinos peruanos me miraban feo. Golpeo por cerca de diez minutos antes de desistir.

En Mapocho, entro a una botillería y me compro una petaca de pisco sour, por aquella vez que nos tomamos una caminando por el parque Forestal. Me la tomo mientras camino de vuelta a casa. En el trabajo me ignoro. Para finalmente, terminar ignorándola yo también.

Era un 25 de mayo. Estaba nublado pero de todas formas iba a ser un dia caluroso. No la esperaba. Eran las siete de la mañana. Venía saliendo de un turno de noche y me estaba esperando, mientras conversaba con el conserje en recepción. Subimos en silencio. Yo solo quería que se desnudara, para que nos acostáramos en la alfombra a ver televisión y fumar cigarrillos.

Lo hace. Me desnudo, me acuesto a su lado y comenzamos a fumar mis Marlboro corrientes. En la televisión, solo hablan idioteces. Como siempre. Tenemos sexo. Fumamos. Ella se baña y se pone mi polera vieja de The Clash. Yo desnudo, aun con el aroma de su cuerpo en el mío, la miro sentada en el sillón.

Ella mira por la ventana.

Esa mirada me desarma. Siento que estamos cerca de un punto de quiebre. Un punto donde todo cambiara. Lo nuestro puede seguir o puede acabar. Pero ya nada puede seguir igual.

Y ella lo sabe.

Ni ella ni yo somos de relaciones estables. Ambos queremos lo mismo. Pero de formas diferentes. No hablamos, ni ella no yo. Las palabras sobran. Me pide otro cigarro. Lo dice. Me confirma lo que estoy pensando.

La echo.

Le pido que se vaya. La observo vestirse por última vez, pensando de qué forma continuaran nuestras vidas. Se pone los pantalones. De espalda a mí, se pone el sostén y la polera. Es el miedo que la obliga actuar así. No quiere sufrir. No quiere enamorarse de mí.

La comprendo.

La trato de entender.

No me preocupa.

Pronto llegara otro hombre a su vida. Otro hombre que la ocupara como yo la use. Buscando no estar sola en esta ciudad de mierda, buscando algo con que llenar las aburridas tardes de los fines de semana, mientras toda nuestra vida se nos escapa de a poco.

Se despide con un suave beso en la boca.

Se va.

Pasan las horas. Me ducho. Me como un desayuno que consta de pan con palta, café y tres cigarros.

Me imagino que la extrañare.

Caminando desnuda por el departamento. Acostada en la alfombra. Tomando cerveza en Los Chinos. Enviándome mensajes secretos en el trabajo. Fumando cigarrillos en el Break. Yendo en la colación a ver pornografía en un cibercafé. Caminado de noche por el centro de camino a mi departamento.

Sé que la extrañare.

Me da rabia. Decido salir a caminar.

Llego a Diagonal Cervantes. Observo la entrada a la galería y los oscuros locales que alberga en su interior.

Prostíbulos disfrazados de cafés con piernas.

Decido entrar.

#cuento corto #cuento #prosa #literatura #realismo sucio #narrativa #nouvelle

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universallyarbiterinternet · 2 years ago

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Jenny Jugo (* 14. Juni 1904, Mürzzuschlag, Österreich; † 30. September 2001, Königsdorf, Oberbayern) - "Mit diesen Bildern berühmter Filmkünstler werben unsere Caid-Zigaretten, 2 1/2 Pfg. mit Goldmundstück, um die Gunst des Rauchers. Bild Nr. 159 - Diese Serie umfaßt 360 Bilder (Nr. 1—360). Das künstlerisch ausgestattete F i l m а l b u m ist gegen Voreinsendung von RM. 0.60 in Briefmarken erhältlich bei MASSARY GMBH. (CAID-Bilderzentrale) Berlin S 42, Rungestraße 19" - Text der Sammelbild-Rückseite aus dem Jahr 1934.

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sethnakht · 10 months ago

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I'm so glad to find someone else who's seen it! I've only seen it once — the DVD won't play in my region code — but remember finding it fascinating, both structurally and as a historical document (with much, some extremely disturbing, left to unpack given who made it and when). Shaw hated it, iirc.

Some memories that may be misremembered details - would love love your take on what is actually in the film:

Eliza speaks a fantasy argot of Berlin and Vienna dialects (Jenny Jugo, the actress, was Austrian), which has a slightly alienating effect, as though to suggest that this story cannot fully translate, ie. could never have taken place anywhere but England. Or maybe it's a Brechtian touch from the film's director, Erich Engel. (There's also a really weird choice regarding Sie/du usage between Higgins and Eliza that I don't remember well enough to mention in more than passing but that did seem like a cultural translation error.)

In the play, Eliza sends for a musical instrument, but it's never specified in the text what Alfred ends up bringing to Wimpole Street. In this film, I seem to remember it being a concertina (a bellows-driven free-reed instrument with buttons at the ends). Smaller than an accordion and thus easily portable, developed independently in England and Germany, the German concertina has an association with dance music and the working classes. (Both the Dutch and English films also give her a concertina, iirc — the instrument plays a huge role in the Dutch film, and you can spot it in her rooms in the English one.) In any case, she plays and sings a raucous song written for the film, "Ich bin lustig ob ich Geld hab' oder keins", "I'm jolly whether I've got money or none". The song potentially says as much about Germany in 1935 as about this specific iteration of the character — it has fatalist, devil-may-care lines like, "ich bin lustig ob die Welt zum Teufel geht" (I'm jolly if the world goes to the devil), etc.

Higgins twice invokes Schubert's "Ständchen" (Serenade), once on the piano and once, whistling, after returning home from the ball. It's a wistful love song — softly imploring the beloved to listen, to come out, to not fear being overheard — that would have been instantly recognizable to a bourgeois audience raised on Romantic Kunstlieder. This marks a change from the 1912 play, where the crew is implied to have gone to see the new Puccini opera set in the wild west; Higgins whistles an air from that opera after coming home (ironically, since it's a piece about a woman cheating to win a bet and save the man she loves). Perhaps there's irony in having German!Higgins reference a song about being overheard, not least because he never sings the lyrics, only plays/whistles the melody — thus going over Eliza's head.

Much is made of the fact that Eliza took a boy with her on her initial taxi ride to Wimpole Street. Alfred implies a fairly young boy in the play; here he turns out to be a blond, strapping fellow named Johnny. While Eliza goes in to ask for lessons, Johnny waits outside for an all clear signal, like a kind of bodyguard, adding an element of mistrust to her character as well as independence (she has the means to threaten). Overall, Jugo's Eliza seemed to me a good deal less vulnerable than the Liza of the play (where there are hints that other flower girls bully her, where she specifically wants a taxi ride in her new clothes to get her own back). Johnny reappears in a couple of other scenes, including as an ice cream vendor at the first outing taken before Mrs Higgins' at home, the horse races, but I forgot what he says or does, exactly; part of his purpose iirc is to show that Eliza can seamlessly code switch. In terms of the scene, was it that someone tried to walk off with ice cream without paying for it? I seem to recall Eliza demonstrating she can hold her own — springing both physically and verbally into the fray — only to begin speaking high German again once the disgruntled toffs (Higgins) appear.

Alfred ends up lecturing for a temperance society, I believe. Altogether they make something more Brechtian of him, at least in my memory — and wasn't there an extra scene including Eliza's sixth stepmother?

Another added scene is right before the ball — it shifts the balance of power (Higgins is never particularly in control in this film, however, iirc). Higgins is in a state, he comes out from his room upstairs in his dressing gown with his face almost totally masked in shaving cream and bumbles down a long set of stairs to interact with Pickering. I forgot why — maybe helping Pickering look for the ball invitation, which both have misplaced. Eliza then joins them, but not before looking down on them from above. There follows a scene where she immediately solves their problem, then asks for advice on what to wear — maybe which earrings? — and offers three options. Is that right? Or is it two? Higgins is iirc useless at fashion but does inadvertently reveal that he finds her smile charming. The posing of three options — or maybe it's two, and Higgins gives a third — is also used at the very end of the film.

After the post-ball fight, Higgins doesn't storm off to bed; instead, as you mention, he wanders into Pickering's room for reassurance. There I seem to remember he sits at the window, staring at the moon (another German Romantic association, like the Schubert), and wonders whether Eliza's rage is anything he can trust: whether it's something she copied from a book or whether her soul has really been transformed through the experiment. Pickering is astonished. I wish I had access to a screenplay or screencaps for this sequence to recall what he says exactly in the German. I remember thinking Gründgens sold this scene — in part because there's tension and intimacy with Pickering, in part because he's so incapable of expressing himself except in literary abstraction.

The final act includes several major changes. Mrs Higgins' artistic Chelsea drawing room has become a lakeside villa, Freddy is there playing lawn games and the mandolin? (I have a weird memory of a ukulele?) and setting up a boat, Higgins shows up and immediately has a cocktail I think? Maybe? Once alone with Eliza, and faced with the prospect that she'll marry Freddy, he leaves off some of the insults and challenges her — does she really think these people will accept her once they learn the truth of her origins? Eliza is initially dismissive, maybe? but ultimately decides to tell the truth over lunch with the Eynsford-Hills, causing a minor sensation and prompting the whole family to up and depart. Freddy bounds back and shouts to Eliza from outdoors that he doesn't care and wants to marry her anyway. Higgins congratulates her on her splendid honesty (as though to finally acknowledge that she's won the bet, though of course he's egged her on to do this with a kind of bet of his own). Eliza once more poses two/three questions; she asks him whether she ought to marry Fred or do something else, and he asks her to do neither and come back, and the film ends.

Very curious how much of this is made up on my end, and to hear more of your thoughts!

got my hands on German Pygmalion from 1935🦫

#pygmalion #pygmalion 1935 #erich engel #henry higgins #eliza doolittle #gustaf gründgens

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THE TOURNAMENT IS OVER! Eartha Kitt lounges in her deck chair in the sun, dipping her toes in the pool with Toshiro Mifune and sipping a brightly colored fruity something with an umbrella in it.

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Rita Moreno, Diahann Carroll

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