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twiceinadream · 4 years ago

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“Mine.”

Requested: Yup

Request: omega!tzuyu in heat during promotions so she doesn't have time to properly take care of it, but when she is given a day off just to handle her needs (since her scent is distracting the other members and the staff), she immediately goes to see her girlfriend/mate, fem!alpha!reader, and desperately begs to be bred?

a/u: Hey, guys! Sorry it’s been awhile and sorry if this is a bit rocky, it’s been a minute since I’ve last written smut so I apologize. I also want to say that my school has started up again so posts probably won’t be as frequent since I’ll be busier but I’ll do my best. Thank you for all the love and support and 2.2k followers! I love you all, be safe and wash your hands!

Word Count: 2.7k

Category: NSFW and Fluff

Tzuyu knew something was wrong the second she woke up. Her blanket had been kicked to the floor and even the barest touches from her sheets made her shiver. The Taiwanese girl’s hand slipped down to her legs as a burn seemed to fill her lower belly, when her fingers touched her ruined underwear. The maknae let out a soft gasp as her arousal had completely soaked through the fabric and coated her inner thighs. Schedules completely made her forget that her heat would be arriving soon and she didn’t remember to restock her supply of suppressants.

The Omega slowly rose from her bed, making sure to not wake Chaeyoung or Dahyun as she attempted to stand. Her legs shook with every step as she felt the burn in her stomach grow with every brush of her thighs against each other, before finally making it to the bathroom and collapsing against the sink. Tzuyu opened the medicine cabinet to search for any emergency suppressants, her breathing becoming more ragged as the full effects of her heat began to take over her senses.

Distracted with her frantic searching she didn’t notice the other person come up behind her, until she suddenly sensed the presence of an Alpha. Turning around as she was hit with Jeongyeon’s overpowering cinnamon scent, “U...Unnie.” The elder stiffened as the scent of Tzuyu’s heat began to wash over her in waves, as she fought her instincts to “help” the Omega.

“I’ll get Nayeon Unnie.” Were the only words spoken to the Omega before the Alpha was gone. A minute later, she was back as she dragged a tired looking Nayeon with her. But, the eldest suddenly seemed more awake as Tzuyu’s scent hit her, the older Omega immediately running back into her room to get her stash of emergency suppressants for the younger girl. Just in time to catch Tzuyu before her legs finally gave out under her.

“Pl...please make it st.stop hurting, Un..Unnie. I n...need Y/N.” Nayeon pursed her lips as she held Tzuyu’s shaking form, knowing how much pain the younger girl must be in. But, the older Omega knew that they were still in the thick of their promotions and Tzuyu wouldn’t be able to see her mate, so she gently propped the younger girl against the wall as she filled a paper cup with water from the sink as she put the pills to Tzuyu’s lips.

“I know it hurts, Tzuyu-ah, but I need you to take these. Please.” The younger Omega nodded, tears began slipping down her cheeks as Nayeon held the water cup to her lips, taking the emergency suppressants, “You’re gonna be okay. You’ll be okay.” The Korean girl murmured into Tzuyu’s hair as she held the girl in her arms.

The suppressants began to kick in a short while after Tzuyu had taken them, only calming the internal effects of her heat but did next to nothing in reducing her scent. So much so that they had to take two separate vans to get to the company building with the Alphas and Betas in one and the rest of the Omegas with Tzuyu. They had to refrain from opening any windows and attracting any unwanted attention as they drove, everyone nearly choking on how thick the air in the car was as the air conditioning was on full blast. With Tzuyu clutching onto Jihyo’s hand for the remainder of the drive.

After what felt like an eternity of driving, the vans finally pulled up to the back of the company. Unloading them as discretely as possible before rushing them inside. The coolness of the building doing little to prevent the beads of sweat dripping from the Omega’s forehead as they made it into a conference room. The managers and members alike were both relieved to have made it to the safety of a room with a lock, and everything seemed to be running as planned till about an hour into the meeting.

When Tzuyu’s suppressants began to wear off.

It was a gradual decline of the suppressants effects as her hands began to feel clammy, her body temperature began to rise a few degrees, and the burning in the pit of her stomach was returning with a vengeance. Did she start to quiver in her seat, her grip nearly pulling up the stitching of the chair as she squeezed her thighs together, trying in vain to not have them rub together and have her let out an embarrassing squeak. Her scent had been pouring out gradually and everyone was able to ignore it, but now it filled the entire room to the point you could practically taste it on your tongue did the Alphas in the room start to figet more and their eyes linger on her longer.

That’s when Jihyo had enough of the torture they were putting the young Omega through and ubruptly stood from her chair, knocking it back in the process as she looked at their manager Unnie. Pleading with her eyes to let them get Tzuyu to her mate.

To get Tzuyu to you.

The mid morning sun spilled in through your curtains as you layed asleep in bed. You covers kicked off your bed as you cuddled into your pillow. A soft breeze blew in through your open window, ever so gently brushing against your face as you reveled in the calmness of sleep. When a sudden pounding at your door complet shattered the calm as you rushed yourself out of bed. Wiping your face of any drool that might have slipped out during the night as you made a beeline for your front door, not bothering to even check who it was as you threw open the only barrier between you and the person outside who had rudely awoken you.

However, as soon as you pulled the door open you were instantly hit with a wave of Omega heat pheromones. And not just any Omega in heat.

Your mate in heat.

That seemed like the biggest wake up call for any Alpha as you blinked a few times, making sure what you were seeing was really there. But, before you could truly grasp everything that had just happened you felt Tzuyu jump into your arms as she began nuzzling into your neck, her scent calling to you as you wrapped her in your arms. Quickly sparing a quick glance to Jihyo and Nayeon who were standing at your door. You smiled in thanks to the two Omegas as they closed your door, leaving you to care for your distressed mate.

Even though you had been distracted for barely a second Tzuyu had already began trailing kisses up and down your neck as she began grinding into the growing bulge in your sleep shorts, her whimpers growing in pitch till you finally snapped out of your daze.

“Mine.”

You could feel yourself begin to release more of your scent as your mate continued to grind into you, your hands finding purchase on her ass as she jumped and wrapped her legs around your torso.

“Yours.”

Leaning down to capture you in a kiss as you struggled to navigate your apartment to get you two safely to the bedroom. In your haste you practically kicked down your door as you stumbled into the room, making quick work of the distance towards the bed as you disconnected your guys lips. Placing Tzuyu down as you quickly crawled back on top of her, your hips already beginning to grind against her as you both began frantically trying to take each other’s clothes off. The Omega’s scent made your head spin as you both laid bare.

Your hand coming up to your girlfriend’s chest as you smiled teasingly down at her before pinching a nipple between your fingers, a low moan escaping her as she pulled you back into a kiss. A kiss that sent so many messages to you as you finally stopped teasing the poor girl, her hand moved between the two of you as she felt your alpha-hood brush against her clit, a whimper falling from her lips as she gripped the head of your shaft feeling the steady stream of precum that flowed from the tip lubing up your cock as she waited with bated breaths to see what you would do next.

You looked into your mate’s eyes as you replaced her hand with yours, gripping onto your alpha-hood as you looked to her for consent. A small smile playing on her lips as she nodded, you smiled in return as you ran the head through her folds bumping her clit a few times before finally pushing in. Tight, wet heat enveloped your shaft as you reveled in the feeling of being inside of Tzuyu. Soft whimpers begin to fall from Tzuyu’s lips as you move deeper inside her.

Finally, after what feels like an eternity, you bottom out, your hips flush against Tzuyu’s.

Tzuyu moved her hands back up to grip your hips, keeping you from thrusting while she took a moment to adjust to your size. She can tell the waiting is killing you by the way your arms flex with restraint but soon enough she starts to push your hips back slowly.

From there, you know to move slowly and you push back in slow and controlled. You took hold of Tzuyu’s thighs as soon as you bottomed out again and spread her legs just a bit further before pulling out once more. You take a moment to run the head of her cock over Tzuyu’s clit before moving back inside.

You repeat the process a few more times until Tzuyu is certain no other cock will ever be able to make her feel so full again.

“You feel so good.” She hears you praise and she’s glad she’s not the only enjoying this.

She feels your hands all over her body as you start to pick up a steady pace with your thrusts. Right away she can feel the difference in her heat and she’s glad they let her finally go to her Alpha. The fact that she gets to enjoy your body while getting the living daylights fucked out of her is just another plus.

She feels you grab her legs to wrap them around your hips, allowing you to hit deeper and Tzuyu takes the opportunity to run her hands all over you. She can feel the muscles contract under her as you use her entire body to fuck her rather than just your hips.

Neither of you say a word to each other, too breathless and high on arousal to even think straight, and the only sound that can be heard is skin slapping skin. Eventually, that sound starts to increase in both tempo and volume, you have decided that you could indeed hit harder and deeper.

And boy does it feel amazing.

Tzuyu’s walls are being battered over and over again by a cock thick enough to leave her hurting for days after and if this wasn’t what her heat needed then she would never find relief. Not to mention, your cock was curved just enough that every time you pulled out it dragged against her front wall, pushing her closer to the edge with each thrust.

So when you pulled out unexpectedly she was definitely left feeling disappointed and frustrated.

“No, you.” She whined reaching out to bring you back to her. “Go back inside, please. I need your cock inside.”

“I know, sorry.” you kissed her hungrily before reaching out to adjust your positions so Tzuyu was on top. “I just want to watch you come undone on top.”

You were an Alpha that wasn’t afraid of giving up control. That was definitely a turn on and her pussy responded with a rush of wetness as she positioned herself on top of your cock.

“Oh, fuck Tzuyu.” You moaned out loud, no doubt having felt the flood running down your cock as she impaled herself with it. “Should’ve done this sooner if I knew it was going to get you all excited.”

“Shit. Well, now you know.” Tzuyu replied quickly, riding your cock like her life depended on it. She placed her hands on your breasts, playing with the hardened nipples while you gripped her hips and helped her move back and forth. She didn’t bother with an up and down movement not wanting to deal with removing even an inch of your cock from her needy cunt.

This new position allowed the thick shaft to hit every possible angle and watching her growing wetness leave a trail on your navel was driving her all the more crazy.

She knew she was close to release and going by the constant throbbing of the cock inside of her, she knew you were close to release as well. So she placed her hands on your shoulders and grinded her hips back and forth with abandon.

It didn’t take long before she was left a shuddering mess, her release gushing out in waves all over your still throbbing cock, and she leaned forward burying her face in your chest while you whispered sweet nothings into her ear.

She took a few desperate lungfuls of air in between her sobs of release as she pulled back from your chest before taking your face in her hands and kissing you like she needed you to live. Only after she felt her heart-rate decrease did she pull away and wrap her arms around your shoulders once more, placing one last kiss on your neck.

She was about to thank you for being so perfect when a throbbing between her legs reminded her that they weren’t done yet. On the one hand she was grateful that you had refrained from cumming inside of her but on the other hand, she still wanted to feel your release.

So she sat up and climbed off of your lap, groaning as the still hardened cock slipped out of her leaving her feeling empty, before laying down in front of your open legs.

You used your arms to hold herself up as she stared down at Tzuyu taking hold of your cock and licking a trail from your balls to the leaking tip. She saw you throw her head back with a groan as she did so and Tzuyu knew it was only a matter of licks before you released and gave her everything you had.

She squeezed the tip lightly, lapping up the small amount of precum that leaked out before giving your balls a squeeze and burying the head in her mouth. That action caused you to reach out and grab her hair, hips jutting forward to bury herself deeper.

Tzuyu relaxed her throat to allow the cock to slide in further back before giving the aching balls another squeeze.

“Fuck! Tzuyu I’m going to cum.”

Tzuyu knew you were giving her a verbal warning to give her a chance to pull out but Tzuyu simply continued moving her mouth up and down on the slick cock before once again squeezing your balls.

That was all that was needed before she heard you curse again and the release she so desperately wanted was shooting down her throat. Your thick cock throbbed constantly with each new jet of cum that shot out into Tzuyu’s waiting mouth and you were soon becoming hoarse with all your moaning.

Tzuyu swallowed every stream of thick, hot cum that spilled out of the Alpha beneath her, kneading the balls that held it all in for every last drop.

Soon enough she knew you were growing too sensitive to her touch and she allowed you to pull her away from your softening shaft. She pulled away with a pop and a string of cum falling from her mouth and onto the cock from where it came from.

She wiped away her mouth before leaning forward to share a few chaste kisses with the tired Alpha.

She then draped her body over you, resting her head on the strong chest beneath her, listening to your slowing heart beat.

“Thank you, Y/N-ah. I love you.” You smiled as you ran a hand through your mate's damp hair, her eyes already closing with exhaustion.

“I love you too, Tzumong.” Your eyes closing as well as you held her in your arms, the both of you drifting off to sleep. Basking in the afterglow of your love.

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evolmaze · 4 years ago

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truth or drink

summary - truth or dare never works out, but when you add drinking things just get worse

paring - han x reader ft. twice, the rest of stray kids, bts, and blackpink

genre - fluff, angst, comfort | friends to potential-lovers!au, nonidol!au

word count - 4.6k words

warnings - slight harassment and bullying by O.C. against reader, drinking, very minimal slut shaming of O.C., swearing

masterlist

“I don’t even wanna go tonight,” Dahyun said, laying on your bed. “Who’s even going to be there?”

“The usual crowd I think, us girls, Han and his friends, Tae and his friends, and I think Jennie and Lisa are coming too,” you conclude, putting the finishing touches on your makeup.

“Ooh, I haven’t seen Jennie in ages,” Dahyun commented, suddenly sitting up. “I suppose I can make an appearance.”

“That’s more like it,” you laughed, turning around. “How do I look?”

“Absolutely stunning!” she cooed, “Han isn’t gonna know what he’s missing.”

You scoffed, “I’m not doing this for him, I’m doing this for myself.”

“Sure, sure, and you’re absolutely not wearing that blue sweater because he told you it looked nice on you last week?” she asked, raising an eyebrow.

“Absolutely not,” you declared, though a slight red hue appeared on your face. “Come one we gotta go soon anyway. Party starts in 20 minutes.”

“No one ever shows up right away, Mina and Jihyo said they aren’t coming till closer to eight.” Dahyun whined, going into the closer to change.

“Yeah, but I promised Bang Chan and Felix I’d help set up, so unless you wanna find your own way there, you’re stuck with me,” you laughed, grabbing your jacket off your desk. Dahyun groaned, but reappeared minutes later, ready to go.

“Alrighty, let’s get this show on the road, shall we?”

______

“y/n, Dahyun, so glad you could be here to help!” Felix said as he opened the door, quick to grab a couple of bags from you and Dahyun. “Please, please come on in!”

“Thanks, Lix,” you said, closing the door behind. “Any word on when people are planning to show up?”

“It varies really, Tae and his friends said sometime around eight-ish, Changbin and Minho said they’d be here around 7:30, I’m assuming the girls will be here around then as well?”

“Yeah, Sana just texted me now, said they’ll be here in about 20,” Dahyun said, as she started taking bottles out of her backpack and adding them to the drink table.

“Oh that’s awesome, I’m so excited to see them!” you cheered, going over to help her.

“Excited as you are to see Han?” she teased, nudging your shoulder as she poured a bottle of vodka into a giant container you had bought specifically for wop. Across the room, Felix chuckled as he untangled some cords for the sound system.

“Oh my god, please shut up,” you plead, your face a slight hue of red as you unscrewed your own bottle. “It’s really not that big of a deal.”

“Sure, sure. Felix did you know that she literally hasn’t stopped talking about this party all week, seems a little coincidental that this also happens to be the first party Han has been able to come to since he left to go visit his parents,”

“I’m actually going to kill you,” you muttered, unable to keep a straight face as the two of them laughed. Dahyun may have had a point, Han had left two weeks ago to visit his parents, which meant you hadn’t seem him for a couple weeks due to conflicting schedules. You missed him, missed his jokes, his vibrant personality. You guys had met about six months ago when Dahyun invited you to a party at her place, and ever since then you guys had hit it off.

“Oh leave the poor girl alone won’t you?” Chan said as he entered the room, laptop in hand. “So she has a thing for the kid, it’s not like you two haven’t ever had a crush.”

“Yeah,” you chimed in, gracious for Chan’s appearance. “If I remember correctly Lix you had quite the infatuation for a certain barista down at Two Rivers, right?” You grinned at his red face, and inability to rebuttal, “and Dahyun,” you said, facing her. “Don’t make me bring up the infamous crush you had last fall-”

“Okay!” Dahyun said suddenly, smacking a hand over your mouth. “Point taken! Sorry y/n, you know I think it’s cute that you like him, I think y’all would be cute together! I’ll shut up now.”

You laughed, wrapping an arm around her shoulder, “Apology accepted, sorry for bringing up your past, I promise not to do it again, unless circumstances call for it.” you grinned, running away from her as she chased you with an empty bottle.

______

Music blared from the speakers in the backyard as you sat with Felix and Sana, currently exchanging your thoughts on the latest season of stranger things. “There’s no way Hopper’s actually dead,” you argued, taking a drink. “Why else would they include that clip of him in the promo?”

“I agree!” Sana said, “Plus that’d be so cruel for them to kill him off like that just as he and El were developing a real relationship!”

“Right, and I’d rather die than not see Hopper and Joyce get together, literally made for each other!” Felix agreed, the three of you laughed at his sudden outburst, but sudden stopped as Sana whispered.

“Who invited them here?” you turned towards the entrance of the house, and spotted exactly who she was talking about. Currently talking to Chan and Jennie were two girls who you had briefly met your freshmen year, they were awful; mean and cruel just for their own enjoyment. Unfortunately, at a school so small, circles overlapped, and somehow they ended up at this party.

“God, I hate them,” you muttered, taking another sip of your drink. You turned back around. “Think they’ll stay long?”

“Well Aria has a huge crush on Chan I think,” Felix said thoughtfully, “So yeah unfortunately.”

“Fantastic,” you muttered again, annoyed that you even had to be in the same room as them. It wasn’t that Aria and her friend Soon were ever mean to you directly. In fact, you even used to be friends with Soon a couple years ago, but times change, and so do people. While you had learned more about yourself and learned from your wrongdoings, Soon found Aria and together they adhered to this “preppy-high-school-mean-girl” bullshit attitude that never really wore off.

“Oh don’t be sad, y/n! Look who just showed up,” Dahyun said suddenly as she appeared behind you, wiggling her eyebrows. You rolled your eyes at her as she sat down beside you, but turned around anyway, already knowing who had shown up.

Han Jisung walked through the doors and you hated to admit it, but your heart leaped out of your chest. It had been so long since you had seen him, and not to be cliché, but he was literally glowing. He looked amazing, his hair was still that same raven color you loved. You remembered when he had first dyed it two months ago, he was nervous to go back to a dark color after being blonde for so long, but you had assured him he looked good in any hair color.

“y/n, earth or y/n, hello?” Felix said, waving his hand in front of your face, you jumped, not realizing you had zoned out. Sana and Dahyun laughed as you blushed. “Sorry what?”

“I asked if you wanted to go grab a new drink?” Dahyun laughed, and you look down at your drink.

‘Yeah sure,” you agreed, laughing at yourself as you folllowed her back inside. You crossed the yard, mentally preparing youself to walk by Han, it was dumb, really. He was your friend, there was nothing to be personal about, but you’d be lying if you said he didn’t make you nervous. It wasn’t till a weeks ago that you had even developed these feelings for him, and if it wasn’t for a drunken night at Chan’s, no one would have even known you had felt that way, but when you’re drunk, your filter leaves you, and that night you spilled the beans to Dahyun, Sana, Felix, and Chan over a game of truth or dare. You tried to keep it lowkey, you did, but as you got to know him better, it was becoming harder and harder to avoid it.

Dahyun passed Han and Changbin as they talked on the porch, as you did the same someone grabbed your wrist, “y/n!” Han said, grinning from ear to ear. “Don’t think you could pass me and not say anything!”

You laughed, and looked at Dahyun who wiggled her eyebrows. “Changbin,” she said, looking past you. “Wanna help me grab some drinks?”

“Sure,” he agreed, brushing past you. “Nice to see you, y/n.”

“You too,” you said, taking his seat next to Han. “So, how was home?”

“It was great,” he said. ‘It was nice to see family and celebrate my grandma’s birthday, but I’m glad to be back.”

“I’m glad you’re back too,” you agreed. “Someone needs to be the life of the party.”

“Oh, you don’t think that Jin already has that handled?” he asked, and you both looked into the house, where he was currently, furiously rapping some song on the karaoke machine.

You laughed, “I’ll admit that he’s pretty chaotic when he wants to be, but there’s only one person I know who enjoys starting conga lines at the most random of times. Remember when you started one when we walked to the grocery store? People were so confused!” you said, and he laughed.

“Well I’m glad someone appreciates my antics,” he grinned, taking a sip of his own drink. “What have you been up to since I last saw you?”

“Nothing too exciting, just the usual.”

“Bullshit, I follow your photography page, that place you went last week looked incredible, you’ll have to take me sometime,” he said, nudging your shoulder.

You blushed, “Ahh thanks, it was so pretty, a super nice hike too, you’d love it. The sunset there was incredible!”

“Well we’ll have to make sure we go at night then,” he mused, and you grinned.

“Oh absolutely, when are you free next week?” you asked, hoping to set something up, hanging out with Han one-on-one was a rare and fun occasion.

“Let me check,” he said, pulling out his phone. About to pull yours out, you suddenly hear the music cut out. A chorus of boos and cheers resounded throughout the party.

“Sorry everyone!” Chan said, mic in hand. “Aria and Soon here wanted me to let everyone know, that if you’re interested, there’s a game of truth or dare happening over here.”

You rolled your eyes, poor Chan, you looked over at Han. “Should we go save Chan from an evening of Aria’s torment and neverending questions?”

“Good idea,” he agreed, standing. “Ayo Seungmin, I.N., you guys wanna go play a couple rounds of truth or dare.”

“Why not?” Seungmin said, standing up, with I.N. following suite. Changbin and Dahyun appeared next to you, with a handful of drinks.

“So true or dare, huh?” Dahyun said. “Classic Aria.”

“It truly is her signature,” you agreed, grabbing two drinks from her and handing one to Han. “Let’s get this over with, yeah?”

You made your way over to the firepit where Aria and Chan sat, surround by some others. Jennie and Lisa sat to the left of Chan, while Seungmin and I.N. sat next to them. Soon was next to Aria, and Mina, Jihyo and Sana were next to her. You took a seat in between Dahyun and Han, and Changbin in between you three and Felix. The group waited as a few more people piled in, Jimin and Jungkook taking sets behind Changbin on the brick wall, and Hoseok and Tae taking up seats on the wall as well behind Chan.

‘“Let’s get started, shall we?” Aria said, scanning the group. “Felix, truth or dare?”

______

Numerous rounds had passed since you first sat down, and the rules were simple. If you didn’t want to answer a truth or do a dare, you had to take a shot, but the catch was you only got three shots per game. So far people had jumped into the pool while fully clothed, made out with random party goers, and made prank calls to people who weren’t at the party. So far, you had told everyone which professor you would sleep with if given the chance, called your good friend Solar to tell her her cat had ran away, and told everyone about your most embarrassing moment from 5th grade.

Currently, Tae was attempted to walk along the entire edge of the pool without falling in. “You got this, Tae!” Jimin cheered, getting everyone to start a chant of encouragement. You did your best ro hold in your laughter as Tae slipped at the last second and fell into the pool. A chorus of laughs resounded, and the game continued on.

By now, some people had left to get drinks or eat food, so the only people left were you, Han, Dahyun, Chan, Aria, Soon, Felix, Sana, Seungmin, and I.N.

“Aria, truth or dare?” Soon asked, taking a sip of her drink.

“Dare, obviously.” Aria said, a tone of cockiness in her voice. “Truth’s are loser who enjoy being an open book,” she commented, glancing in your direction. You rolled your eyes, taking another sip of your drink.

“Takes one to know one,” you muttered under your breath, across the fire, Chan chuckled, amused at your lack of filter coming out.

“What was that?” Aria said, obviously irritated that Chan had laughed at your retort.

“Oh, nothing.” you said, looking up at her as she glared daggers into your eyes. “Soon what’s her dare?”

“Aria, I dare you to make out with Chan!” she said excitedly, and the rest of the group, minus Aria, groaned.

“Shocker,” Dahyun said, and you looked over at Chan who looked less than thrilled to be in this position.

“Hey don’t make him do something he doesn’t want to do,” you chimed in, worried about Aria’s influence over your friend.

“It’s okay, y/n.” Chan said, taking a quick shot. “I can handle her.”

You sighed, and took a long sip of your drink as the two of them made out for the next 15 seconds or so, as they pulled apart Aria looked at you. “Yeah, y/n, Channie’s a big boy, he can handle himself. Plus he’d probably prefer a girl with experience anyway, unlike you.”

You rolled your eyes for what seemed to be the millionth time that night, “Sorry Chan, just looking out for you, didn’t want you to get an STD or something.”

Alcohol had this affect on you that sometimes you didn’t realize what you were saying until you had said it, as the words left your mouth, you instantly regretted them due to the way Aria started you down, a look of hatred in her eyes. Around you, everyone lost their minds at your reply, some congratulating you on your comeback, others looking shocked the words even came out of your mouth. You weren’t sure how to feel, on one hand Aria deserved a taste of her own medicine for how she belittled every person she ever met that didn’t meet her standards, but also you were never one to slut-shame, so who knows what came over you. Beside you, Dahyun was laughing so hard she had tears in her eyes, and Han looked so shocked you weren’t sure whether it was a good thing or bad thing.

Aria narrowed her eyes at you, unsure of what had come over you, but sure of what her next move was going to be, ”y/n, truth or dare?”

“Uh-” you started.

“Don’t bother answering, I’ll pick for you since I already know the answer: truth. y/n, tell me, what’s it like to be a lonely virgin, with no romantics pursuits besides having a crush on a close friend who doesn’t even think of you that way?”

The group quieted down pretty quick after that, you stiffened, shocked she had said that, confused how she even knew that, but mostly concerned of where this was going to go. You were sure that if someone took a photo of you now, you would look like a ghost. Aria cocked an eyebrow at you, “Oh y/n,” she feigned concerned. “Cat got your tongue? Need some help with that? Must be tough to like someone who doesn’t even think of you that way, right? Who goes away for weeks and doesn’t even text you? Let alone think of you in any other way besides a friend. You can call me a slut all you want, but at least I get the things I want, I don’t sit around and wait for them to happen like some stupid hopeless romantic. At least boys answer my texts, what do you get? A pity reply to one of your numerous attempts at a real relationship with him?”

“Aria, shut the fuck up.” Dahyun said beside you, you were frozen in spot, so utterly humiliated, but also amazed at her level of intel, how the hell did she find out?

“Why?” Aria asked. “It’s okay for y/n to blatantly slut-shame me in front of my crush, that I can’t expose her in front of hers?”

“That’s not the point-’” Dahyun said, anger seething from her body. You put a hand on your shoulder.

“It’s fine,” you said, trying you best to remain calm. “I mean she right, right? What I did was a low-bow, and I’m truly sorry, Aria.” you said, trying to look as sincere as possible despite your mental stability rapidly declining. “It’s only fair you attack right back, but if you don’t mind, I think we’re pretty even now; I think I’ve heard enough.” You finished, your voicing cracking slightly at the end. You quickly got up, and made your way inside the house, ignoring the calls from the rest of the group.

As you entered the house, you got some looks from everyone you passed. Some concerned, some confused, and some just straight up lost as to why you were running through the house crying.

It was your own fault this had happened, you knew Aria was the type to have dirt on everyone, so why didn’t you think about the fact that’d she have dirt on you? You shouldn’t have even responded to her, no matter how much she got under your skin, Aria always won every battle she started, but you never expected her to rebuttal with things so cruel and close to your heart. You just hoped people were too distracted to piece together the underlying meaning.

Your phone buzzed rapidly in your pocket, a call from Dahyun on the screen. You sighed, and picked up the call. “Hey-”

“Are you okay? I swear to god I’ll kill her for saying those things about you! That was so fucked up, you made one comment and she spilled your entire load of dirty laundry for everyone to hear. Where are you? We should go home, forget-”

“Dahyun, slow down.” you laughed, feeling a little less awful than you did before. “I’m in the bathroom, I’ll be back out in a little bit, no need to have Aria ruin this whole party for us.”

“Oh that’s good, I’m glad your okay,” she said. “Aria’s gone anyway, after her little performance, Soon and Chan convinced her to go home for the night. The bitch was too intoxicated to form a coherent thought after she used them all on you.”

You laughed at that, “Serves her right, I’ll see you soon, okay?”

“Sounds good, bye!” she agreed, hanging up the phone. You looked in the mirror, wiping off your mascara that had run onto your face. You pondered how the rest of the night would go, everyone had heard the embarrassing details of your life, but on the other hand, fuck Aria and fuck her for trying to ruin a perfectly good night. Yeah she every right to be upset at you, but unlike her, you could bounce back from this, you determined. How would things go with Han? You had no idea, you suppose it depending on his ability to read between the lines, and whether or not he was too intoxicated to do that or not.

“It was what it is at this point, I guess.” you said to yourself, accepting your fate, whatever it may be. It was odd, you had always imagined that your crush finding out you like them would be mortifying, but you felt oddly calm, maybe it’s because you knew thing would be okay. You had great friends, supportive friends who would stand by you no matter what, and even if Han did know, you knew him well enough to know he wouldn’t be mean about it, maybe weirded out, but that was only temporary, cause at least then you’d have closure and could move on.

You exited the bathroom, ready to get another drink and hang with Dahyun and Felix, and everyone else if they were still around.

“y/n!” Sana yelled from the end of the hallway, running up to you. “Are you okay? God I can’t believe Aria did that, she’s awful, I’m so sorry.”

“I’m fine, really.” you assured her. “Aria’s a bitch, but it’s not like I didn’t have it coming with what I had said to her.”

“I guess, but she said some really personal things that weren’t her business at all. Everyone knows that she gets around here and there, she even admitted it! You weren’t saying things we didn’t already know,” she said, looking annoyed. “But if you’re fine, then so am I. Wanna grab another drink?”

“Yes, please.” you laughed, following her into the living room. As you were there getting drinks, you assured many people that were at the fire that you were okay, and you didn’t need them to kill Aria for you.

“y/n!” you stopped talking to Sana and Changbin, and turned around to see Chan, he looked frazzled, a look of worry on his face. “Can we talk?” he asked, you bid your goodbyes to Sana and Changbin, and followed Chan back outside.

“What’s up?” you asked.

“First I wanna say I’m so sorry for Aria’s behavior, I know it doesn’t mean much, but she was pretty drunk, but I’m not sorry that I didn’t do anything to stop it. I’m the reason she was even here, and it’s not cool that she did that to you.”

“Chan, Chan, it’s fine, really. Aria isn’t your responsibility, you’re not her dad or boyfriend, so you couldn’t have predicted she would have done that. I accept your apology, but there’s no need for it, truly.” you assured him, and he breathed a sigh of relief.

“Okay, good. The other reason I wanted to talk to you was because of that,” he said, gesturing over his shoulder to the fire. At the fire was Han, Felix and Dahyun sat with him, but he looked distant. It didn’t seem like he was paying them any attention.

“Is he okay?” you asked. You felt bad, this was your fault.

“Dahyun, Felix, and I have been trying to talk to him, get him to come inside, but he isn’t really speaking to anyone. We all figured he might talk to you; but only if you’re comfortable doing so.” Chan explained, you nodded. “Of course, he’s still my friend.”

Chan and you walked over to the fire, and as soon as Felix and Dahyun saw you were with him, they stood up, leaving with Chan. As Dahyun passed you, she whispered in your ear. “I think he’s just confused is all.” You nodded, understanding.

Han didn’t look up as you sat down, just kept staring into the fire. You weren’t sure what to do, it wasn’t as if you had done any malicious to him in any way, but you’d also understand if he didn’t want anything to do with you.

“I’m sorry,” you said, breaking the silence; he didn’t look up. You sighed, “I know you must feel really weird with everything that Aria had said, I swear I didn’t know she was going to say that stuff at all; I honestly don’t know how she found out, but I’m sorry that that indirectly put you in a weird position.”

“Why are you sorry?” he muttered. “It’s not like you asked her to do it.”

“No I didn’t, but what she said involved you, and that’s something you should have heard from me, privately, not in front of all our friends at a bonfire,” you reasoned, nervously chuckling at the hilarity of it all. Who would have thought this was how you night would end? “So, I’m sorry.”

Han put his head in hands, running his fingers through his hair. He sighed, “Why didn’t you tell me earlier?”

“I-uh, I don't know,” you stuttered, unsure of what to say. “I didn’t want to make things weird, change our friendship in any way. I like being your friend, and we hadn’t been friends for that long when I first realized, so I choose not to say anything in order to keep being your friend. If I’m honest, I thought I’d get over it by now.”

“You thought something like that would end our friendship?” he asked, looking up at you. “y/n, that’s crazy.”

“Well, I don't know!” you exclaimed, “How could I be sure how you’d react? We aren’t exactly best friends, and I hadn’t seen you in awhile, so it felt awkward to hang around after she had said that. Figured it would be easier to leave so you wouldn’t be obligated to talk about it if you didn’t want to. I’m sorry if I hurt you, or made things confusing, that wasn’t my intention, I just didn't know what to do.”

“It’s okay,” he said. “I get it, feelings are weird, and you can never be sure how things will turn out, but I still wish you would have said something, don’t you trust me?”

“Han, we may be friends, and I do trust you, but this is probably the one thing I wouldn’t have told you about.” you laughed awkwardly. “Usually people don’t tell their crushes they like them till they’re sure their crush feels the same.”

He blushed, “Ah yeah, that’s a good point, but hey! Who’s to say I don’t feel the same.”

You paused, “You like me?” What was happening right now?

“Well maybe, I don’t know!” he laughed nervously turning an even darker shade of red, and you chuckled. “I feel like we’ve become better friends lately, and I like having you around, like spending time with you. I don’t wanna rush into anything, but I would be down to start hanging out more one on one.”

You smiled, “I feel the same. I don’t want to rush things either, and I’d rather us both be on the same page about it if this does become something in the future.”

“Well I hope it at least means we’ll become better friends,” he said hopefully.

“Me too,” you agreed, feeling a weight being lifted off you shoulders.

“But I could be okay with us being in a relationship too, I suppose.” he mused, pretending to look thoughtful. You laughed, and lightly kicked his foot.

“I suppose I could be okay with that too,” you joked, and he grinned. “Well if you’re up for it, the offer to go hiking still stands.”

“Let’s do it!” he said excitedly. “We can take some sick pics at the top too!”

“Oh absolutely,” you grinned. “I’d love nothing more.” Han smiled at you, a glint of something promising in his eyes. Everything was going to be fine, you could feel it.

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a/n: hope y’all like this one, it took a different turn than I thought it was going to, but I still like how it turned out!

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b000mbayah · 4 years ago

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Without

Warnings: I wrote this last year when I was dumb so ignore how putrid it is :)

Word count: 2k

Snow gliding through the sky as it piles up on the concrete streets. The sky is cloudy as a mist fogs up our surroundings. Streets of Seoul full of people looking for gifts for relatives. The festive holiday is coming up and people are able to spend the day with loved ones. I used to be one of those people.

I lost my true love a month ago. It was a stupid argument over the most irrelevant thing imaginable, I was just so fuming at the time that I had no idea what I had gotten myself into. It was a trap, either way I was screwed. If I had continued the argument it would have worsened and if I had stopped earlier she still would have left me.

I could see in her eyes that she was broken due to the amount of times I've done this to her. I broke her again... I've broken her for the last time, and now she's gone.

If I had said sorry she would have left, if I begged she would have left, if I had just stopped myself from shouting in the first place. She's scared of me now, her eyes so full of fear as she trembled on the spot. I'll never forget the way she looked at me every time.

The following mornings were full of me proving to her that I loved her whether she wanted it or not. I would have done anything to make her forgive my foolish actions, couldn't do that last month though. It all seems pointless, love. I mean there are positive and negative outlooks on love.

Love can fill you with pure joy and excitement to the point that you forget the numbness that you'll feel after it's over with.

It leaves you broken as if you're a ship with treasure that crashes onto land, losing all its precious moments and times as everything inside spills out, never to be found again.

There are more negatives to love than positives and I swear that I'll never forget her, she was the one I loved most and I let go of her hand, I let her slip and now she's gone.

watching her on stage made me cry every time, hearing the news JYP sent out made me depressed... hearing that she had to have a break from her schedules made me feel guilty.

I look around my room as I retreat away from the window, empty takeaway boxes and cans all around my room. My eyes droop down to my phone on the floor.

Cautiously, I crouch down and pick the electronic up off of the ground. I bite my lip as all my notifications pop up. Multiple miss calls and text messages from all my contacts.

I tap on my messages to see hundreds upon hundreds of messages from my contacts, all of my contacts had text me, all but one. The one that had deleted my number, I refuse to delete hers though, it contains too many memories for me to simply release into a void.

I gulp as I click onto Jihyo's contacts as our last conversation over the phone comes up. All of this was just before the final argument. I was questioning where she was and when she'd get home. She was only practicing with her other members in their dance studio, I let my jealousy get the best of me, again..

I throw the phone at the wall as I got dressed and headed out, I can't say in my apartment forever. I forced myself out the door for the building and into the chilly winter breeze. I inhaled and exhaled the fresh air before taking steps towards the supermarket.

Layers of trampled snow surround the street. As I pass shops I take a simple look inside.

"Y/N!" I turn on my heel to be greeted with my best friend running up to me, a member of twice. I let out a broken smile as sana springs up to me with a massive grin and arms open.

Within seconds she gives me a bone crushing hug. ''y/n, please tell me you're okay?" sana rushes in a speed faster than chaeyoungs rapping skills.

"yeah, I'm just.... Upset about the situation" I frown as she gives me a look of sadness. She nods her head and opens her mouth, "I'm upset as well, I really liked you two together" sana smiles at her words as I gulp, she really liked us together?

"I've been trying to contact you for weeks and weeks but nothing, please may I take you to dinner? You look like you haven't been eating the correct amount of food, I need to stuff you up I time for Christmas" sana says with a worried tone

"s-sure" I stutter out as she grabs my hand and takes me through crowds of people that surround the streets and up to a fancy restaurant where richer people would dine. "w-we cat eat here, it's to expensive, I don't want to cost you that much money"

"no y/n, it's okay, it's nothing really only a few hundred. My clothes are worth more than this'' sana giggles out as she gets us a table with a view of a frozen pond. It took us what? Twenty minutes to get here for a view I'd a pond with what's most likely to be frozen fish inside. I'm not complaining but like those poor fish...

"Take your time, when you're ready to order please ring this bell" a waiter explains as she hands us the menus. We thank her before she walks away.

"what do you fancy getting?" sama asks as I scan the menu's dishes. "urm, the... Mmmm"

"steak?" sana asks me as u nod and go along with the choice. Sana hums as she also decides on what she's getting. I ring the bell as the waiter from before comes back with a pen and notepad.

"what can I get for you ladies?" they ask as sana gives him the order. He bows and leaves us. I turn my head to sana who's wearing a permanent smile right now.

"please come round to our dorm, the girls miss you" I tilt my head before nodding.

"sure but I may have to avoid jihyo" sana frowns at my words but nods her head.

Soon after the meal I ended up at the dorm. Still have no idea how I'm going to deal with this but I'm just going to have to hope for the best I guess. Sana pushes the door open silently, we take our shoes off before continuing on. As we creeped up on tzuyu, even though there was no point, I managed to make eye contact with momo who was eating the packet of cookies I had sent her months ago. She must be really far behind in her food gifts if she's only eating them now.

I place a finger to my own lips as she nods and watches with curiosity filling her eyes.

As we were practically behind Tzuyu we both leap at the same time, causing tzuyu to let out a yelp as we all tumble to the floor. I let out a giggle as tzuyu groans due to the impact. "Get off of me you pathe- y/n?" tzuyu changes the subject half way through as notices me. I smile and give her a small wave. "what are you doing here?" she questions looking at me like she's trying to read me.

oh so I'm a book now????

"I invited her-" I cut sana off, "she dragged me here, oh it was awful, she demanded it and she explained how she would burn down my house and throw me in a ditch if I didn't come" I dramatically say as sana huffs out a gush of air.

"alright then... If you say so but please get off of me, you're both killing me" tzuyu states as we stand back up, dusting ourselfs off.

We enter the living room to see everyone here, including Jihyo...

"Y/N!" everyone in the room exclaims but Sana, Tzuyu and Jihyo. I somehow become covered with six different females as they squeeze me like a teddy bear. Once they all release me, I give them a wide smile and bow as they copy my action.

"y/n, how have you been? We've been busy with-" and I couldn't hear anything dahyun was saying, I am way more focused on Jihyo. Her expression is unreadable as she gulps from time to time. her eyes dart around to find an excuse to leave but nothing comes to her mind.

As soon as she looks up we lock eye contact. I forgot how much I loved those eyes, her eyes show dedication, passion, strength, love... All the things I wish I had. I probably sound whipped for her and the truth is, I am. I would do anything for us to get back together but that wont happen.

"right y/n?" I break eye contact as I respond with a simple nod since my throat is sore from all the crying and screaming I've been doing. I really have been beating myself up over this break up.

"I said that her hair looked like a donkey on steroi-" and blank out again as I make eye contact once again with Jihyo. Only this time we break it for a few seconds before reuniting our eyes.

Without me or Jihyo noticing, Tzuyu manages to take the other members away to give us alone time. Once we realise they're gone an awkward situation is placed between us...

"how have you been?" she begins as she examines the pictures hung on the walls. "pretty bad, you?" I respond as she gulps down on air. "same, what's your reason?"

I freeze, thinking on if should I tell her the truth or not? There's nothing wrong with the truth. "if I'm honest... I've been beating myself up about the breakup, I'm deeply sorry for how I treated you Jihyo. That month I had spent alone had given me time to reflect on my behaviour and what I have done" Jihyo looks at me with an interested look but there's also something else there. "continue..."

"the way I treated you during that relationship was completely irresponsible, I had spent that entire month locked up in my apartment crying about what I had done, I was so frustrated with myself that I couldn't bring myself to forget about it and I'm sorry if I'm invading your personal space by being here but I really hope that one day you can forgive me" my voice goes shaky towards the end as tears form in the corner of my eyes. Jihyo looks me up and down, about to say something when the door opens up.

I watch as a male walks up to Jihyo, I could only see the back of his head as he's asking her questions before turning around to face me. RM? "she doesn't want to see you, please leave her alone she has me now."

My eyes widen in shock but I bow and apologise once again before rushing out crying again. I rush past the other members who share a look of concern before chase after me calling my name. I ignore them though and continue to rush my way out of that place, not wanting to be there anymore due to the once sweet but now awful memories I have there.

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silverlightqueen · 5 years ago

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The Other Half - Part 1

badboy!Jimin x richgirl!reader ft. bts, nct 127, twice, red velvet, got7, blackpink and exo

Word Count: 10k+

Summary - In Winchester, y/n has it all. Gorgeous and glamorous. A friendship group just as gorgeous and glamorous. Fantastic grades. A handsome boyfriend with a family just as successful as hers. A doting dad and a brother just as beautiful as she is. An amazing school, and an even more amazing house. As many cars and clothes and bags and shoes, and as much makeup and money she could ever ask for. But when Winchester Academy puts on an exchange programme with Burnley Tech School, a high school in an underprivileged area, two completely different worlds collide, and y/n has her hands full, practically overflowing, dealing with her exchange partner, bad boy Jimin with a whole lot of baggage…

DISCLAIMER - I do not know some of these idols very well and so the portrayal of their personalities and behaviour are not 100% accurate. They are also dramatised and changed for the purpose of this story. Please do not consider my portrayal of these idols as my opinions on them.

Warnings - talk of weight and dieting, toxic relationship, bad language, classism, mild sExUaL ReLaTiOnS towards the end, I think that’s it lol

a/n: so here is part one ! have a lil new years gift from me lol, lmk what you think so far and hmu if you wanna be on the taglist x

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‘y/n, what are you doing?’ Jaehyun asks as I take my seat opposite him in the dining room, father sat between us at the head of the table. ‘What do you mean?’ I ask in confusion as I start up my laptop, ready to finish my English homework. ‘Why are you in your pyjamas?’ he asks, and I raise an eyebrow. ‘I’m going to bed soon. You know I hate being tired on a Monday morning,’ I say, and Jaehyun shakes his head despairingly at me. ‘y/n, we’ve gotta be there to pick the exchange students up in, like, half an hour,’ he says, and I sigh, having completely forgotten about that. ‘Shit,’ I curse, and father looks up from his laptop with a raised eyebrow. ‘Sorry, daddy,’ I say, and he gives me a small smile before going back to his work. ‘Can’t you just pick mine up as well, Jae? I really can’t be bothered to go,’ I say, and Jaehyun shakes his head. ‘No way, y/n. That’s not a great impression, is it?’ he says, and I pout. ‘Please, Jae, I don’t wanna get changed,’ I whine, and he shakes his head. ‘Dad, tell her,’ he says, and I scowl, knowing exactly what’s going to happen.

‘What are you two bickering about now?’ father asks. ‘y/n’s asking me to pick her exchange student up because she doesn’t want to get changed, but I said no because it’s not a great impression,’ Jaehyun says, and father looks at me. ‘Sweetheart, your brother’s right, I bet your exchange student would be hurt that you haven’t gone to pick him or her up. Go get changed, darling, and then you can leave in fifteen minutes so you’re there with plenty of time,’ father says, and I whine, getting up from my seat and stomping out of the dining room and all the way up to my room. I change out of my comfy pyjamas into a pair of blue high waisted ripped jeans and a pink cable knitted jumper, putting a black longline coat over the top and a pair of black sock boots on my feet. I put all my jewellery back on, matching Chanel set and all, and put my phone and lip-gloss into my pink Chanel clutch. When I head back downstairs, Jaehyun’s waiting beside the front door for me.

‘Come on, we’re gonna be late,’ he says, throwing me my car keys and I catch them deftly. We both shout goodbyes to father as we leave, hearing a faint goodbye back. I check the keys Jaehyun threw me, seeing that they’re the Audi ones, and I grin, surprised that he remembered which car’s my favourite. ‘Do you wanna drive next to each other, or just meet there?’ he asks as he climbs into his car, head hanging out of the door. ‘You go ahead, boy racer,’ I reply, Jaehyun winking at me as he shuts his door, racing out of the driveway mere seconds later. I climb into my Audi but before I can pull off, our valet, Changwoo, appears and I roll down the window. ‘Miss, will you or either your father or brother be using any of the other cars tonight or should I put them back into the garage?’ he asks. They’ve all been washed today, hence why they’re still out on the circle drive, shining in the setting sun. ‘I won’t, and neither will Jae. You’ll have to ask father though, he might have urgent business. You know what he’s like,’ I say, Changwoo letting out a light laugh. ‘Okay, miss. Good luck with your exchange student,’ he says, and I grin, the entire household excited about having two new temporary members of the family. ‘Thank you,’ I reply before rolling the window back up. I pull off and drive the short journey to school, getting there within ten minutes. When I pull onto the school car park and into my designated spot, the others are all already there and waiting for me, the sun having nearly set, a gentle glow cast over them all. ‘About time,’ Haechan says as I climb out of the car and I flip him off as we all begin to head to the front drive of the school where we know their school coaches will be arriving.

‘Ah, you’re all here,’ Miss Jung says when we join the other students all stood around waiting for their exchange students. This programme was only offered to our year group, so all sixty of our year group are here, no parents to be seen. That’s one thing about the lives we live; our parents are only with us if they need to be. ‘Right, students, listen up! Your exchange students have had a long drive here so they’re most likely going to be tired and hungry. Make sure you feed them and get them to bed asap and save the house tours for tomorrow. Only tell them the most urgent things they need to know, and you can fill them in completely tomorrow after school,’ Miss Jung says just as a coach pulls up. ‘That’s strange. There’s supposed to be two coaches,’ I hear her say under her breath to another of the teachers, all of them heading to the coaches to greet the students. We’re all eager to catch glimpses of the students, and we’re pleasantly surprised when the first one gets off the coach.

He’s tall, handsome and broad, dimpled with dyed grey hair. He’s dressed fashionably in comfy, casual wear, a neck pillow around his thick neck, and offers a small smile when he sees us all staring. ‘They don’t look poor,’ Taeyong says to me as we watch them come off the coach. The boys are pretty much all good-looking, and the girls are all really pretty, all of them dressed fairly fashionably. Obviously not in designer labels like we are, but I spot a couple brands here and there. Admittedly, they wear Trapstar and Billionaire Boys Club (ironic) to our Moncler and Balenciaga, and Calvin Klein and Diesel to our Balmain and Valentino. Once they’ve all emptied off the coach and gotten their luggage, there’s only about 30 of them, and our teachers speak to their teachers, the rest of us speaking with hushed voices. I inspect them all, a couple other of the boys catching my eyes. There’s a cute one with dark hair and a bunny smile, but he’s about twice my height, another handsome boy with dark hair and a heart shaped smile, slim and toned by the looks of it. A shorter boy stands with the first one I saw, wavy grey hair and a smaller frame with the cutest gummy smile.

The teachers start to read out some of the pairs, all of us listening eagerly. Jaehyun gets paired with the cute one with the bunny smile and they leave almost straight away. Taeyong gets paired with a pretty brunette, slim and long-haired with porcelain skin. I can feel the jealousy bubbling up, but it quickly subsides when he captures my lips in a quick kiss before leaving with her, blowing another kiss over his shoulder at me. Jihyo gets paired with the tall dimply guy, Dahyun gets paired with the short curly haired guy and Momo gets paired with the heart-shaped smile dark-haired guy. Johnny, Doyoung, Mina and Chaeyoung get paired with the other four of Taeyong’s partner’s friends, and those pairs have met and left whilst the rest of us are still stood around waiting. ‘Students, the other coach will be here shortly, it just got delayed,’ Miss Jung announces, the rest of us groaning. ‘They won’t be long, stop complaining,’ she mutters, coaxing laughs from our friendship group.

‘That boy Jae got paired with is cute, don’t you think?’ Nayeon says, and I roll my eyes. ‘Johnny left literally a minute ago. Down, girl,’ I say amusedly, the girl giggling at my reply. ‘Says you. We all know what you and Taeyong get up to,’ she replies, and I hit her gently on the arm. ‘Shut it, dumbass, no one knows about that except for you,’ I say, and she laughs maniacally. ‘Remember that when you’re mean to me again,’ she says warningly, and I roll my eyes at her. ‘Did you see who Tae got put with? If he doesn’t tap that, he’s stupid,’ I hear Haechan saying, and I turn with an indignant look on my face. ‘First of all, Dahyun is your girlfriend. Second of all, excuse me, I’m right here,’ I say, and he puts an arm around me with a smirk on his face. ‘Don’t be offended, babe, you’re better. He’d be even stupider if he didn’t tap you,’ he says, and I look at him incredulously. ‘Again, Dahyun is your girlfriend,’ I say, and he grins. ‘That’s neither here nor there,’ he replies as the other coach arrives.

I feel excitement bubbling up inside me as the coach pulls to a stop, knowing my partner is about to walk out of the coach door. I watch eagerly as another group of thirty leave the coach, dressed similarly, and there are a couple that catch my eye. Possibly one of the most handsome boys I’ve ever seen, dark hair swept back from his face, plump pink lips and a loud laugh that sounds distinctly like window wipers. Another boy, tall and built, manly and broad, dark wavy hair and a boxy smile. The teachers start to call out the pairs and when I hear my name, I practically sprint over to them. ‘y/n, this is your partner, Park Jimin,’ Miss Jung says, moving aside to reveal my partner to me. My breath catches in my throat at the sight of him; swept back purple hair with streaks of blue in it, plump shiny lips, dark piercing eyes, and smooth clear skin. Mile long legs, a small waist and bigger shoulders, his body slim and toned through his black slim-fit Puma sweatpants and black Fila hoodie, silver rings adorning his fingers and silver earrings hanging from his ears.

‘Hi, I’m y/n,’ I say, offering a hand to him, and he takes it after a moment, shaking it firmly. His hand is warm and soft, and the rings are cool and firm, a pleasurable contrast. Our hands fall away at the same time and Miss Jung smiles at us. ‘I’m sure you two will get on well; y/n will be a great host, Jimin,’ Miss Jung says, the boy simply nodding. ‘Well, off you go. Remember, be here on time tomorrow morning!’ she says, and we both nod. ‘Do you want a hand with your bags?’ I offer as Miss Jung and his teacher move away from us. ‘I’ve got them, thanks,’ he says, his voice… nice. Low but not low at the same time. Gravelly but light. Melodious. ‘Well, I’m parked in the car park, it’s just this way,’ I say, and we begin to walk towards the car park, Jimin wheeling his cases along behind him. ‘How was the drive?’ I ask, and he shrugs. ‘It was okay. As good as a six-hour long journey away from your home and parents can be,’ he says, and my heart goes out to him. I also feel a bit guilty, but I know it’s not my fault. ‘Well, it kinda sucks, but hopefully you’ll enjoy yourself here,’ I say, and he nods. ‘Hopefully,’ he says, and we fall into a slightly awkward silence.

When we reach the car, I unlock it and open the boot, helping him lift his bags in. I shut the boot as he climbs in the passenger side, and I get in the driver’s side. Being in such close proximity with him in an enclosed space, I can smell his scent on the air. He smells distinctly of a nice cologne and, curiously, almost of baked goods. I must be mistaking something else for that, because why would he smell of baked goods? ‘Audi, can you text Jaehyun and ask if he’s getting takeaway or getting Eunha to cook something?’ I say, the dashboard lighting up. ‘Of course, y/n,’ the car replies as I start the car and reverse out of my parking space. ‘You can talk to your car?’ Jimin says, and I nod as I pull out of the car park. ‘It stops me from having to pull over whenever I want to send a text,’ I reply, and he chuckles, just as the car beeps to signal a reply from my brother. ‘Jaehyun replied ‘Eunha made us dinner, don’t get takeout, and get back soon, the food’s getting cold.’ Would you like to reply, y/n?’ ‘No, thank you, Audi,’ I reply before clicking the play button on the steering wheel, my music quietly floating out of the speakers. ‘How the other half live, huh?’ Jimin says drily.

‘What’s that supposed to mean?’ I ask neutrally, trying not to take it offensively but not sure how else I should take it. ‘It means, you have a car that you can talk to, a chef at your house, I presume, and you’re decked out in expensive designers. I’m guessing your daddy’s a rich businessman and your mummy’s a pretty housewife, and you’ve got loads of staff and loads of clothes and a rich boyfriend and everything a girl could ever ask for. Like a princess,’ he says, almost venomously, and I shrug. ‘I guess you’re right. Except for one thing,’ I say, and he chuckles. ‘What’s that then?’ he asks. ‘My mum’s not a housewife. She’s dead,’ I say, and he falls silent. ‘Sorry. That was mean of me. I shouldn’t have said all that. It’s not your fault you were born rich and I… wasn’t,’ he says after a few moments of awkward silence, almost ashamedly, and I shrug again. ‘It’s okay. Just… I wouldn��t adopt that kind of attitude at school tomorrow, not in front of the Winchester students anyway. It’d probably do you more harm than good,’ I say. ‘Thanks for the advice, princess, but I can look out for myself,’ he says, the lack of emotion in the words having me taken aback. ‘Don’t call me that,’ I say. ‘What?’ ‘Princess,’ I reply, and he doesn’t say anything. Neither of us do, the rest of the drive home, and I curse Miss Jung for putting me with this guy. How am I supposed to get along with him when he clearly already hates me, my friends, my family, and everything we stand for? This exchange programme is going to be… fun.

When we pull up to the house, I can sense he’s biting his tongue and continues to do so when Changwoo comes rushing up and carries his bags up to the house and is still continuing to do so when Changwoo takes my keys with a bow and a ‘Goodnight, miss’. ‘Welcome to your temporary home,’ I say as a couple of the staff appear. ‘Welcome back, miss. Welcome, sir,’ they chorus as they take Jimin’s bags. ‘They’ll put them in your room,’ I say as I lead him through the foyer, the boy still watching the staff go up the grand staircase, and into the kitchen. The kitchen is one of my favourite rooms in the house, all sleek marble surfaces and cool devices that make my life easier when I’m cooking. Jaehyun and his exchange partner, the bunny smile boy, are sat at the breakfast bar, eating the banquet Eunha’s laid out for us, made up of many different dishes, kimchi, japchae, samgyeopsal and bulgogi to name a few. Both boys look up when we walk in, bunny boy’s bunny smile appearing when he sees Jimin. ‘Hyung!’ he exclaims, mouth full of food, and I try my hardest not to grimace at the sight. ‘What did I do to get put in the same house as you?’ Jimin mutters as bunny boy jumps up from his seat, pulling the other boy into a hug. ‘Jaehyun, this is Jimin. Jimin, this is my twin brother, Jaehyun,’ I say, the two shaking hands. ‘Jungkook, this is y/n, my sister. y/n, this is Jungkook, or JK,’ Jaehyun says, bunny boy – Jungkook – holding out a food covered hand to me. I shake it lightly with the best smile I can muster up as Jimin takes a seat on the breakfast bar, Jungkook re-joining them.

I walk around to the other side of the island, washing my hands before I open the fridge and get out the bottle of fresh organic fruit juice that’s delivered for me every day. ‘Aren’t you eating, y/n?’ Jaehyun asks, and I shake my head, taking a sip of the juice, all three boys watching me. ‘I’m not hungry. I might just have an apple or something,’ I say, and Jaehyun shakes his head. ‘You should eat more, y/n. It’s not good for you,’ Jaehyun says, and I shake my head. ‘I eat plenty. Taeyong took me for food at 4, remember?’ I say, and my brother raises an eyebrow. ‘And what did you have?’ he asks. ‘A salad,’ I say, the boy shaking his head again. ‘Did Taeyong order that for you?’ he asks. ‘No, I ordered it myself,’ I lie, Jaehyun raising an eyebrow. ‘He’s just looking out for me,’ I say sulkily, and Jaehyun shrugs. ‘Whatever. Don’t come crying to me when you’re malnourished because all you eat is rabbit food,’ he says, and I stick my middle finger up at him, Jimin and Jungkook having watched the entire exchange with interest.

For the next ten minutes, the boys make conversation, getting to know one another as I nibble on an apple and sit on my phone, Nayeon texting me about how good looking her exchange student, Mark, is. Once they’re finished eating, I pick up all the plates and pile them into the dishwasher. ‘Do you guys wanna look around or do you wanna just save that for tomorrow and go to bed?’ I ask, Jungkook and Jimin exchanging a glance. ‘Um, I think we’ll just go to bed,’ Jimin says, the other boy nodding in agreement. Jaehyun and I walk them up to their rooms, me trailing behind the three of them. At this rate, it seems Jaehyun will end up with two exchange partners. Jaehyun stops at Jungkook’s room with him and I stop with Jimin at his room, the one opposite Jungkook’s. ‘So this is your room,’ I say, Jimin stepping in. He looks around, and I can see him trying to hide how impressed he is, just sitting at the edge of the bed as he takes everything in. ‘We start school at 9, so what time do you want waking up?’ I ask. ‘What time do you get up?’ he asks me. ‘Um, like, 6 usually,’ I say, and his eyes widen. ‘What for?’ he asks. ‘Well, I gotta shower, do hair and makeup, get changed. It takes a while,’ I say sheepishly, and he rolls his eyes. ‘I’m happy to wake up at 7.30,’ he says, and I nod, turning to the control pad set into the wall. I set an alarm for 7.30 and he watches with a mixture of interest and amazement.

‘Well, I guess I’ll see you in the morning, then. If you need anything, my room’s just next to yours, and I’ll obviously be awake from 6 onwards, so just come knock,’ I say, and he nods. ‘Thanks,’ he says before coughing awkwardly. ‘Do you need anything else?’ I ask, and he shakes his head. ‘Well, okay. Goodnight, then,’ I say, and he gives me a false close-lipped smile. I shut the door, sighing once it’s closed, and turn to see Jaehyun just retreating into his room, opposite mine and next to Jungkook’s. I head into my room, shutting the door behind me and flop down onto the bed. I was so excited about this exchange thing, and now I’m completely deflated. My exchange student hates me, and already prefers my brother. This is gonna be a hell of a long month.

‘Your love, your love, your love, I miss that,’ I sing gently as I dab colour correcting concealer beneath my eyes and on the few blemishes on my face before squirting my foundation in blobs on my cheeks, nose and forehead. My hair’s wrapped up in a towel and I have a towel wrapped around my body too, having gotten out of the shower just a little while ago. I’m still singing when I hear a quiet knock on the door. It must be Jaehyun; he usually wakes up around this time and comes bothering me for something or another. ‘Come in!’ I call out, watching in the mirror of my vanity table as the door swings open slightly, Jimin popping his purple head through. Damn. I forgot about him. ‘Sorry to, uh, disturb you, y/n,’ he says, a light blush painting his cheeks, mirrored on my own. ‘It’s fine. What’s up?’ I ask, trying to look as normal as possible with patches of green and yellow concealer on my face. ‘What do I have to wear to school? Do you guys have, like, a uniform or do you wear your own clothes?’ he asks. ‘We wear uniform, there’s one for you in the wardrobe. If there’s an issue with the sizing, Jaehyun has spares he’s never worn. You can get them from his room, next door to mine. You seem around the same size as him. Once you’re done getting ready and stuff, you can go down to the kitchen. Eunha will have breakfast ready,’ I say, and he nods. ‘Okay. Thanks,’ he says, leaving embarrassedly, and I nearly scream from mortification.

I try to put his face when he saw my face out of my mind as I finish off my makeup, dry my hair and moisturise my body. I briefly run a straightener over my locks until they’re straighter than a homophobic white man, and put on some black underwear, putting my pink silk dressing gown over the top. I slide my feet into my fluffy slippers and head down to the kitchen, just to have some breakfast before I get changed. When I walk in, Jaehyun, Jungkook and Jimin are all sat in the same seats as yesterday, plates piled high with a traditional English breakfast. ‘Morning,’ I say, picking a small piece of bacon off Jaehyun’s plate, ducking from his hand swatting out at me. ‘Morning,’ the three reply as I head over to the fridge, my eyes lighting up when I see what Eunha’s prepared for me today; a mason jar full of fruit, yoghurt and oats (she does it nearly every day, and I never get tired of it). I take it out, along with a new bottle of my juice, and sit opposite them, getting a spoon out of one of the island drawers. ‘That uniform suits you guys. You’ll fit in well,’ I say truthfully, both Jimin and Jungkook looking handsome in their checked blazers, blue shirts and black trousers. ‘Thanks,’ they reply. ‘There weren’t any issues with the sizing, right?’ I ask. ‘No, it all fits,’ Jungkook replies, Jimin nodding in agreement, and I want to hit my head off the marble island. Why is it so hard to get a conversation going with either of them? It’s not like I’m speaking a different language.

‘What’s the girl’s uniform?’ Jungkook asks, and I nearly jump for joy about him making conversation. ‘Oh, we wear skirts the same pattern as your blazers, knee high black socks, black cardigans – but no one really wears them – and blue blouses. It’s quite cute, actually,’ I say, knowing many people hate their uniforms. I mean, I guess ours is unfashionable and lowkey ugly, but with a little… customisation, us girls rock it. ‘Sounds it,’ Jungkook replies with a grin, and I smile back, Jaehyun looking between us with a raised eyebrow. ‘y/n, you might wanna hurry up. We’ve gotta leave in, like, half an hour,’ he says, and I roll my eyes. ‘I only have to get changed, I won’t be that long,’ I say. ‘Don’t you need to do your hair and makeup?’ he asks, knowing full well I’ve already done both. ‘Headass,’ I mutter, the three boys laughing. Great. Now, instead of two against one, it’s gonna be four against one.

Father walks in then, dressed in his work attire. Today’s suit is a grey check pattern I chose for him, and I must say, he looks very handsome. ‘Morning, kids,’ he says, heading to the fridge without a glance at us. ‘Morning, dad,’ Jaehyun and I chorus. ‘The exchange students are here, remember?’ I say, and father turns from the fridge to see Jimin and Jungkook sat on either side of his son. ‘Oh, welcome, boys. Sorry I didn’t have a chance to meet you last night, I was a little busy. I’m Jihwan,’ he says, holding out a hand to Jungkook. The boy takes it with a smile, introducing himself, before Jimin does the same, shaking my father’s hand with a charming smile. He didn’t smile at me like that. ‘How did you sleep, boys? Are the rooms sufficient?’ father asks. ‘They were great, thank you, sir,’ Jungkook says. ‘Oh, no, just call me Jihwan, son,’ father says before turning back to the fridge. He roots around for his breakfast when I can see it sat right in front of him. ‘There, daddy,’ I point out, and I hear Jimin cough behind me, nearly choking. I turn to see Jaehyun patting his back. ‘Do you want a drink, Jimin?’ I offer, and he shakes his head, still trying to clear his throat. ‘I’m good, thanks,’ he replies as father gets his plate out of the fridge.

‘What’s this?’ he asks, pulling a face at the plate in his hand. ‘It’s a vegetable omelette, daddy. It’s healthy,’ I say, and he looks at it disdainfully. ‘Here,’ I say, taking the plate from him. I put it into the microwave to reheat it, and put a couple slices of toast into the toaster as father takes the seat beside mine. ‘Why do I have to eat healthy?’ he complains, and I roll my eyes, taking another bite from my breakfast. ‘Because you eat unhealthy lunches nearly every day. Balance it out,’ I say. ‘I don’t eat unhealthily at lunch,’ he replies. ‘Meeting clients for lunch every day at posh restaurants probably isn’t as healthy as you think, daddy,’ I point out. ‘Yeah, y/n would know. Her and her man are practically nutritionists, you know. They watch their diets. Or rather, Tae watches y/n’s,’ Jaehyun says, and I give him a look, knowing I’m about to grilled. ‘What’s he talking about, sweetheart?’ father asks as I get his omelette out of the microwave. ‘Nothing, he’s just being silly,’ I reply as I take the toast out of the toast, spreading margarine onto it. I put the omelette on top of the toast and present it to father. ‘Thank you, sweetheart,’ he says, pressing a kiss to my temple.

‘I wouldn’t say him making you eat a salad is nothing,’ Jaehyun says, father raising an eyebrow at me. ‘He didn’t make me, I chose to,’ I reply as I pour father out some juice to go with his breakfast. ‘Sweetheart, if he’s controlling what you eat, I can speak to his parents,’ father begins, but I cut him off. ‘No! No. Daddy, it’s fine. We’re both eating healthy. He has salads too,’ I say pointedly, Jaehyun knowing Taeyong would rather die than eat a salad. ‘What did you have to eat yesterday?’ father asks, and I sigh. ‘I had one of these,’ I say, lifting up my mason jar, ‘for breakfast, I shared a stir fry with Nayeon at lunch when she came over, I had a salad with Taeyong at 4 and then an apple for dinner.’ ‘y/n, that’s one meal for me. You need to be eating more. If I don’t see a change in your diet, I’m putting you on a diet plan,’ father says, and I whine. ‘No, daddy, don’t. I’m fine. That’s more than enough food for me,’ I say, father shaking his head. ‘Don’t argue with me, y/n. Either change your diet yourself or I’ll change it for you,’ father says, and I pout, wanting to bang Jaehyun’s head against a wall. ‘Whatever. I’m going to get changed,’ I say, picking up my juice and trudging from the room. ‘You didn’t finish your breakfast!’ Jaehyun calls after me. ‘I’m not hungry!’ I call back in annoyance.

As soon as I get to my room, I throw off my dressing gown, fuming with Jaehyun for ratting me out like that. I’m eating plenty! And besides, there’s no space for women in our society who eat any more than what I eat now. If it makes father happy, I’ll start having a slice of toast with my breakfast. That won’t kill me. And then I’ll have a bigger dinner with them at home, and not eat at school. Perfect. I shrug my blouse on, buttoning it up, before pulling my socks on, tugging them up to my knees. My pleated skirt comes next, buttoned up along the side, and then I roll it up slightly, so it swishes around mid-thigh, before slipping on my school shoes, shiny black with a tiny, practically unnoticeable, heel on them, making me a couple centimetres taller. I put on all my jewellery; ring, earrings, bracelet and necklace, hairslides, all gold. I grab my black Tom Ford school bag – matching with Taeyong’s black Tom Ford backpack – and put in my phone, purse, charger, juice, on-the-go makeup bag, Chanel perfume, school books and pencil case. I head back downstairs, Jaehyun, Jungkook and Jimin all waiting at the door for me. Seeing Jimin stood up in his uniform, my heart pounds; he really is beautiful. ‘Sorry,’ I say sheepishly, embarrassed at them having to wait for me. ‘Whatever. Do you wanna go together or do you wanna take your own car?’ Jaehyun asks. ‘I’ll take my own car. Jimin, you can go with Jaehyun and Jungkook if you want?’ I offer, knowing he’d probably prefer to go with them than go with me. ‘No, it’s alright. I’ll come with you,’ he says, taking me by surprise and I nod with a smile, Jaehyun handing me my car keys. We head out the front door and spilt off to the two cars parked on the drive, Changwoo having moved them there for us.

Jimin and I climb into the Audi as Jaehyun and Jungkook get into the Mercedes, the two speeding off before I’ve even put my belt on. I put my bag in the back, Jimin doing the same, and I start up the car. ‘What do you wanna listen to?’ I ask Jimin, and he shrugs. ‘I don’t mind,’ he says. ‘No, you tell me. What kinda music do you like?’ I ask, and he thinks for a moment before answering, ‘I like RnB.’ ‘RnB’s my favourite. You’ve got good taste. Audi, play my RnB playlist,’ I say, Tory Lanez’s voice floating out of the car speakers a few moments later. ‘Do you allow eating in your car?’ he asks, and I nod, a bit confused. He reaches back into his bag and pulls out a bundle of tissues. He unwraps the tissues and I realise he’s brought an apple. He hands it to me, and I look over at him in confusion. ‘For me?’ I ask, and he nods. ‘Your brother and dad are right; by the sounds of it, you don’t eat enough. You didn’t even finish your breakfast. So have this,’ he says, and I take it with a smile, touched. ‘Thank you,’ I say.

‘It’s nothing. So, um, this Taeyong guy,’ he says, and I sigh, taking note of the grin that spreads across his face. ‘I know my dad and brother made him sound like an ass, but honestly, he’s a good guy. He’s just looking out for me. I used to struggle with my weight, and he cares about me. He doesn’t want to see me hate myself the way I used to. It might seem like he’s only doing it because he wants me to be skinny or whatever, but he’s doing it because he cares,’ I say, and he continues grinning as I take a bite of the apple. ‘I don’t know, he lowkey sounds like an ass,’ Jimin teases, and I roll my eyes. ‘Trust me, when you meet him, you’ll understand. Taeyong… he has good intentions,’ I say. ‘So what’s so great about this guy that you let him wife you?’ he asks, and I laugh to myself at his choice of words. ‘He, um… we were actually promised to each other. From childhood,’ I say, and Jimin’s mouth falls open. ‘You’re kidding? Don’t tell me that kind of stuff actually happens around here?’ he asks, and I nod. ‘My friendship group – there are twenty of us – all of our parents are friends, I guess. Associates. The ten boys and ten girls are all promised to each other. Me and Taeyong, Jaehyun and Mina, Nayeon and Johnny, Jihyo and Taeil, Tzuyu and Sicheng, Sana and Yuta, Chaeyoung and Mark, Momo and Jungwoo, Jeongyeon and Doyoung, and Dahyun and Haechan. In, like, five years’ time, we’ll most likely all be married to each other,’ I say, and Jimin shakes his head in disbelief. ‘So you don’t actually like this Taeyong guy?’ he asks. ‘No, I do. Of course I do. We fell for each other, despite being promised, I guess,’ I say, and he raises a sceptical eyebrow.

‘Well, this exchange thing will probably ruin some of these relationships, don’t you think?’ he says. ‘What do you mean?’ I ask. ‘I mean, rich kids have a reputation for being wild, you know? You don’t think a person of the opposite, or same, gender – you never know – living in their house will lead to any kind of cheating?’ he asks, and I shake my head. ‘We’ve all stayed… loyal for years, eighteen years to be precise, and you think that someone new living in our houses will change that? We go clubbing and stuff all the time, sometimes just on girls’ nights or boys’ nights, and nothing ever happens, so why would it now?’ I ask, and he shrugs, holding up his hands. ‘I don’t know. It’s just the rumours, you know?’ he says, and I shake my head. ‘You can’t always believe rumours,’ I reply, and he laughs. ‘So there weren’t any rumours about us poor kids, huh?’ he asks, and I nod. ‘Yeah, there were, but I knew better than to believe them,’ I say pointedly, and he whistles. ‘Well, I guess the kitty does have some claws. Forget I said anything, princess,’ he says, and I roll my eyes, wanting to change the topic.

‘Tell me about yourself, Jimin,’ I say. ‘What about me?’ he asks. ‘Anything. I don’t even know the first thing about you, just your name and your school,’ I say, and he laughs. ‘Well, um… my birthday’s the 13th October,’ he says. ‘You’re a Libra,’ I observe, and he rolls his eyes. ‘Don’t tell me you believe in all that star sign stuff? I’m always hearing it from Seulgi, that the reason she’s failing Spanish is because Mercury’s in repogay or something like that, and now I’ve gotta hear it from you too?’ he complains, and I supress a laugh. ‘Retrograde. Mercury’s in retrograde. But that doesn’t matter, who’s Seulgi?’ I ask, and he shakes his head. ‘She’s just a friend. She’s on this exchange too, actually,’ he says, and I nod, wondering who’s partner she is. ‘Who’s she been put with?’ I ask, and he shrugs. ‘I don’t know, we weren’t on the same coach,’ he says, and I nod. That means they can’t be that close, otherwise they’d have been texting last night and he’d know who her partner is. Not that it matters anyway.

‘Well, what else is there to know about Park Jimin?’ I ask, and he grins. ‘I’m a drug dealer,’ he says lightly, and I laugh. ‘I’m being serious, Jimin, I wanna know more about you,’ I say, and he sighs. ‘I live with my younger brother and my parents on top of the bakery they own, so the house always smells like cake and bread and cookies and stuff,’ he says. It makes sense; that’s why I could smell baked goods last night. ‘Oh, my God, that’s so cute. Imagine how amazing that must be, the house always smelling of baking. I love that smell,’ I say happily, and he lets out a gentle laugh. ‘Not when you’re trying to be a tough guy, but your clothes smell like an old lady’s with too many grandkids,’ he says, and I laugh. ‘No, baking is a manly smell. I bet you get so many girls smelling like that,’ I joke, and he chuckles. ‘Yeah, loads,’ he replies with a smile.

‘So what are your parents and brother like?’ I ask, and he shrugs. ‘My parents are really chill. They don’t really put much pressure on me to do anything, just kinda go with the flow, but I know they want me to take over the bakery when I’m older. I wouldn’t mind it, but I guess I have other dreams. And then, my brother’s like a mini me. We’re really similar, so we argue a lot, but he’s like my best friend,’ he says, his words melting my heart. ‘That’s cute. It’s nice to hear that you have a good relationship with your brother; so many people at school practically hate their siblings,’ I say. ‘Not you and your brother, though,’ he says, and I nod. ‘People are always so surprised to find out me and Jaehyun are siblings because of how well we get on. I couldn’t imagine life without him,’ I say, and he nods. ‘Even if he does snitch to your dad about you undereating,’ he says, and I laugh, nodding. ‘He means well. Knowing him, he’ll probably make a dig about it to Taeyong today,’ I say as we pull into the school car park. ‘I would if I were him,’ Jimin says, and I roll my eyes.

‘It’s not Taeyong’s fault. Please, just… don’t prejudge him. He’s a good guy,’ I say, and Jimin shrugs. ‘I don’t know why you care. It’s not like my opinion of him matters,’ he says as I pull into my parking space, Jaehyun’s Mercedes on one side of us and Taeyong’s BMW on the other. ‘I still want people to like him. You always want people to like your boyfriend or girlfriend, right?’ I say, and he shrugs again. ‘I wouldn’t know. I’ve never had one,’ he says, and my mouth drops open. ‘No way,’ I say, and he nods. ‘It’s not that weird, you know? A lot of people don’t have boyfriends or girlfriends, and never have at this age,’ he says, and I nod. ‘I know, I know. It’s just… me and all of my friends have always had a boyfriend or girlfriend. The same one, since childhood. And even though me and Taeyong aren’t actually official, I can’t imagine life without a romantic figure in it,’ I say, and he tilts his head in confusion. ‘You’re not official?’ he asks. ‘No, we’re not. Neither of us have ever actually asked the other out,’ I say. ‘I guess you never have to if you’re already practically engaged,’ he says, and I nod in agreement, finishing off the apple.

‘Let’s go. I’ll introduce you to everyone,’ I say, reaching into the back to grab my bag. He grabs his bag too, and we both get out of the car. I lock it after us and lead him towards the courtyard, making idle conversation about today’s lessons. When we reach the courtyard, everyone’s already there, and our group has doubled due to the exchange students. Taeyong spots us first and heads over. ‘Let me guess; Taeyong?’ Jimin says under his breath. ‘Bingo,’ I reply, and he chuckles as Taeyong meets us in the middle of the courtyard. ‘Hey, babe,’ he says, snaking his arms around my waist and leaning down to press a kiss to my lips. I pull away after a couple seconds, knowing it’s probably awkward for Jimin. ‘Jimin, this is Lee Taeyong. Taeyong, this is Park Jimin,’ I introduce them. Taeyong grins at the purple-haired boy, holding out his hand, and Jimin shakes it firmly. ‘Nice to meet you,’ Taeyong says, and I notice his eyes flitting up and down Jimin, inspecting him thoroughly. ‘You too, bro,’ Jimin says, the casual term that no one around here uses catching both of us off-guard, Jimin noticing instantly. ‘Oh, my bad. Do you guys not speak like that?’ he asks, and I shake my head with a smile. ‘It’s alright. I have a feeling that in a couple days, all the Winchester boys will be calling each other bro,’ I say, both of them laughing. ‘Cool hair,’ Taeyong says to Jimin who grins at him. ‘Thanks. Yours is cool, too. I wanna go grey soon,’ Jimin says, referring to Taeyong’s newly grey locks, the result of a very messy group night out. ‘Thanks. Come on, come meet the others,’ Taeyong says, taking my bag from me, ever the gentleman.

Nayeon comes rushing over before we can even join the group, pressing a kiss to my cheek as Taeyong carries on, going to sit beside Jihyo and Taeil. ‘Hey, babes,’ she says, and I kiss her cheek back. ‘Hey, Nayeon. This is Park Jimin. Jimin, this is Im Nayeon,’ I say, and they shake hands. ‘You’re really good-looking, you know that?’ Nayeon says shamelessly, and I close my eyes wearily. ‘I didn’t actually, but thanks,’ Jimin laughs it off, and Nayeon laughs with him. ‘Here, let me get Johnny,’ Nayeon says, turning and calling for the boy who strolls over straight away. ‘Hey, y/n,’ Johnny says, pulling me into a side hug. For some reason, we all have a habit of hugging and kissing when we greet each other, despite spending hours together every day. ‘Hey, Johnny. This is Park Jimin. Jimin, this is Johnny Seo,’ I say again, and predictably, they shake hands in greeting. ‘Damn, no homo, but you’re one good-looking guy,’ Johnny says, and I look up to the sky despairingly. Every introduction goes similarly; they greet me, I introduce Jimin, they shake hands with him and compliment his appearance (he even gets a compliment on his lips from Sana). And once I’ve done all the introductions, Jimin turns to grin at me. ‘I don’t think I remember any of their names, but we move,’ he says, and I frown. ‘We move?’ I repeat, confused. ‘It’s an expression for like… whatever, life goes on. We move. But, anyway, let me introduce you to the BTS lot,’ he says. ‘BTS?’ I ask, feeling incredibly unintelligent at not understanding something he’s said twice in a row. ‘Burnley Tech School,’ he says before gently wrapping his hand around my wrist and leading me over to the boy I recognise as Jihyo’s partner.

‘Hey, Joon,’ Jimin says, the taller boy turning to face us. ‘Oh, hey, Chim,’ he says, my heart melting at the endearing nickname. ‘Chim, huh?’ I tease, and he rolls his eyes. ‘Don’t, princess,’ he mocks, and I swat at him. It’s almost like we’ve known each other for years, bickering like this. ‘Joon, this is y/n. y/n, this is Kim Namjoon,’ Jimin says, and I reach a hand out. The grey-haired boy takes it and shakes it firmly with a smile, dimples denting his cheeks. ‘Nice to meet you, Kim Namjoon,’ I say, and his smile widens. ‘It’s nice to meet you too, y/n,’ he says. ‘Have you met Jaehyun? They’re twins,’ Jimin says, Namjoon nodding with a look of realisation. ‘Ah, I can kinda see the resemblance,’ he says. ‘Don’t offend me,’ I joke, and he laughs. ‘Namjoon! Come meet Jennie!’ Jihyo calls and he sighs. ‘Duty calls,’ he says, and I grin. ‘Nope, just my chaotic best friend,’ I say, and he laughs. ‘It was nice to meet you, y/n,’ he calls over his shoulder as he goes to join Jihyo and Jennie, another boy stood beside them who must be Jennie’s exchange partner.

‘Kai got put with that girl, then. It’s interesting seeing everyone else’s pairs, don’t you think?’ Jimin says, and I nod in agreement. ‘His name’s Kai?’ I ask, and Jimin nods. ‘Well, that’s his nickname anyway,’ Jimin says. ‘Well, he’s Jennie’s type to a t, so that’ll be interesting,’ I say, and Jimin raises an eyebrow. ‘Yeah, I guess it will. Namjoon liked you,’ he says, and I feel a little buzz of happiness. Nothing makes me feel better than finding out I’m liked. ‘You think?’ I ask, and he nods. ‘I know. You charmed the hell out of him,’ he says, and I laugh. ‘I can’t help. I guess I’m a natural charmer,’ I say affectedly, and he rolls his eyes. ‘Calm down, Mrs Lee,’ he says, and I roll my eyes in response as someone approaches us. ‘Jimin, hey,’ the boxy smile boy says, putting an arm around Jimin. ‘Hey, Tae,’ Jimin says, and I feel my eyes widen. I can’t imagine Taeyong liking that someone else now shares his name. ‘Tae, this is y/n. y/n, this is Kim Taehyung,’ Jimin says, the boy shaking my hand with a flirty grin. ‘Nice to meet you, y/n,’ he says, and I grin back. ‘Nicer for me, I’m sure. Who are you paired with?’ I ask him. ‘Tzuyu. She’s nice,’ he says, and I smile. ‘Yeah, Tzuyu’s lovely. Just, uh, try not to get on her bad side,’ I say, and he raises an eyebrow. ‘Is she a princess like you?’ Jimin teases, and I poke my tongue out at him.

Slowly but surely, I meet Jimin’s other friends. Min Yoongi, the short curly-haired gummy smile one, paired with Dahyun. Jung Hoseok, the heart-shaped smile boy, paired with Momo, who excitedly informs me that, ‘we’re both dancers!’ Kim Seokjin, the ridiculously good-looking boy with the plump lips, Sana’s partner. Mark Tuan, Nayeon’s partner that she was gushing about last night, and he is, indeed, very good-looking (not that the rest of them aren’t. They practically all are). Chaeyoung’s partner goes by Wendy, and she’s so pretty like the other girls; Mina’s partner, Irene, Doyoung’s partner, Yeri, and Johnny’s partner, Joy (Nayeon and Jeongyeon are not happy their boyfriends have been paired with such pretty girls - as am I, if I’m being honest - but what can we do?) Jeongyeon’s been paired with a boy called Do Kyungsoo, and I spot Doyoung sharking him from a few metres away, the sight having me stifling my laughter. Haechan’s been put with a boy called Kim Yugyeom and Sicheng’s been put with a boy called Choi Youngjae, much to Dahyun and Tzuyu’s delight. Taeil’s with a boy called Chen, Yuta’s with a boy called Lay, Jungwoo’s with a boy called Xiumin, and Mark’s with a boy called Suho. Then there’s Kai, paired with Jennie Kim, and then Jennie’s friends’ partners; Lisa Manoban with Bambam, Kim Jisoo with Byun Baekhyun and Park Chaeyoung (or Rosie as we call her) with Jackson Wang (who is one of the most beautiful specimens I’ve seen in my life). Kim Jisoo’s boyfriend, Park Jinyoung, is paired with a boy called Im Jaebeom, or JB as he tells me to call him (Nayeon goes around and tells everyone they’re siblings because they share the same surname. Namjoon jokes that he must have dozens of siblings at this school in that case). Rosie’s boyfriend, Park Chanyeol, is paired with a boy called Oh Sehun, all of us finding his surname immensely amusing.

Whilst I’m having a conversation with Rosie, Jackson, Chanyeol, Sehun and Jimin, Taeyong appears and slides an arm around my waist. ‘You still haven’t met my partner,’ he says, leading me away from the others. ‘I’m not sure I want to,’ I reply, and he chuckles. ‘Why not?’ ‘Because I saw her yesterday, and she’s gorgeous,’ I say, and he laughs again. ‘Not a patch on you,’ he says, and I raise an eyebrow. ‘Okay, yeah, she is pretty. But I’m more attracted to you than I am to her,’ he says, knowing how I feel about being mean about people’s appearances. ‘But, even if I was attracted to her, don’t act all jealous now. You’re not jealous about all those other girls I sleep with,’ he says, and I sigh. ‘Yeah, because they’re all one-time things. I don’t mind you sleeping with her; it’s just the living in your house and meeting your parents I don’t like. Remember, even if I’m not your girlfriend, I’m the one you’re going to marry. I still feel uncomfortable about this, you know?’ I say, and he nods at me. I can tell he’s trying to hold back a smirk, and I want to kick him for being so cocky. ‘I know. Trust me, I’m not too happy about purple-haired model boy living with you, not to mention the other cute bunny kid being there too. But it is what it is,’ he says, and I feel a bit of satisfaction about him being jealous too.

‘Seulgi,’ Taeyong says as we reach her, the girl turning to face us, her hair swishing around her face glamorously. So this is the astrology girl Jimin mentioned in the car. ‘This is y/n. y/n, this is Kang Seulgi,’ Taeyong says. I decide to be the bigger person and put my friendly smile on, holding a hand out. I’m taken aback when she throws her arms around me, pulling me into a hug, and I try not to stiffen up completely, hugging her back as naturally as one can hug a stranger. Taeyong stifles a laugh at my face over her shoulder, coughing to cover up the smile when she moves away from me. ‘It’s so nice to meet you. Taeyong’s told me all about you,’ she says with a wide smile, and I feel a bit bad for thinking ill of her. ‘Has he?’ I ask, raising an eyebrow at him, and he smirks. ‘Yeah, he’s a bit… whipped over you it seems,’ she says, and both of us give her a confused face. ‘Whipped?’ I ask, and she looks a bit surprised. ‘Oh, it just means, like… damn, what’s that posh word? Um… smitten!’ she exclaims when she remembers. ‘Ohhh,’ we both chorus in understanding, Taeyong frowning. ‘I wouldn’t put it like that,’ he begins, and I roll my eyes. ‘Grow up, Lee, we all know you love me,’ I tease, Seulgi laughing. Maybe she’s not that bad after all.

‘You two are so cute together. His parents love you too, they were talking about you last night,’ she says, and I feel a bit of heat rush to my face out of satisfaction. ‘What were they saying?’ I ask, and she smiles. ‘A lot. They said you’d be a good person for me to be friends with. They said to definitely go shopping with you because you have a nice fashion sense. Oh, and they said you’re a great influence on Taeyong. They said you make sure you never let him be led… what’s the word they used?’ she thinks. ‘Astray,’ Taeyong says, and she nods. ‘That was it,’ she says, and I smile. ‘Well, I love them too. The Lee family is amazing, you’re definitely lucky to be put with them. Is your sister visiting any time soon? It’d be nice for Seulgi to meet her,’ I say, directing the last bit at Taeyong. ‘I don’t know. I’ll have to text her or something,’ he says, and I nod. ‘That’d be nice. And we’ll have to make some plans for shopping together, y/n. Your partner’s Jimin, right?’ she asks, and I nod. ‘All four of us could go together. Or we could even invite some of the others,’ she says eagerly, and I nod again, thinking it’s a bit too soon to be making plans together. They only arrived less than 24 hours ago. ‘Definitely,’ I say, just before getting dragged off by Nayeon to compare my height to Mark Tuan’s (he says he’s 5’9’’, but Nayeon insists he’s taller than that).

Once all the introductions are done, and my head is full of names and faces that I’m struggling to match up, Miss Jung appears out of nowhere. ‘Students! It’s currently 9.25. You’re all late to your lessons,’ she says, all of the Winchester students groaning, knowing that if you’re later than five minutes, you get an hour-long detention. Imagine all 100 odd of us packed into one classroom together after school. It’ll be chaos. ‘But, I’m glad you’re all getting to know each other,’ she says with a smile, and I sigh in relief. ‘Can you all make your way to your lessons promptly? With your exchange partners. Oh, and we have an assembly at 11.30,’ she says, people already beginning to talk again as we walk towards the entrance, ‘do not be late!’

‘Wait, so let me get this straight. You guys are all gonna marry each other?’ Hoseok demands, all of us nodding. ‘But… do you even all love each other?’ Namjoon asks, and we all give some very half-hearted affirmations. ‘That sounded convincing,’ Yoongi says sarcastically, a laugh rippling around the group. ‘Well, I think it’s romantic,’ Yeri says. ‘Romantic? Outdated, you mean?’ Youngjae says, Yeri shaking her head. ‘You don’t think there’s something totally adorable about them being promised to each other since they were tiny little kids? It’s like destiny or something,’ she says. ‘Destiny is not when your parents decide who you’re gonna marry in like twenty-five years’ time, Yeri,’ Taehyung says exasperatedly.

‘y/n,’ Jimin says quietly, only catching my attention, the debate around the lunch table continuing. ‘Yeah?’ I reply. ‘Aren’t you eating?’ he asks, and I shake my head. ‘I’m not really that hungry,’ I say, and he raises an eyebrow. ‘What? That apple filled you up?’ he asks, and I hold back a laugh as I nod. ‘Honestly, I’m fine. I don’t need to eat,’ I say. ‘Well, you kinda do. Just have something. What kind of snacks do you guys have here?’ Jimin asks. ‘Um, well, on a Monday, they do caviar and oysters,’ I say, and he blinks. ‘Caviar and oysters? Seriously? You guys aren’t that posh. Posh, but not that posh,’ he says. ‘I know, but we’re… rich, and rich people like eating stupid things,’ I say. ‘Yeah, but they do burgers and pizza and normal things for lunch, so why caviar and oysters as snacks?’ he asks. ‘Look around at what people are eating,’ I say, and he does so. All of the Winchester students are eating salads or fish or cheeses, and all the BTS students are eating ‘normal things’, like burgers and pizza. ‘They’ve only put this food on for us guys, right?’ he says, realising, and I nod, seeing no point in lying to him. ‘So do you guys not eat the kind of stuff we do?’ he asks, and I nod. ‘We do. Just not in public. We only eat that kind of stuff at home. Or after a night out,’ I say, and he laughs. ‘I’ve gotta go on one of these legendary nights out you guys keep talking about,’ he says, and I grin. ‘Trust me, they’re the best. You won’t remember most of it, but what you do remember will be a mixture of iconic and chaotic,’ I say, the boy chuckling. ‘I’m feeling like I might have to get super drunk to enjoy this night,’ he jokes, and I let out a laugh, putting a hand on his arm unconsciously as we laugh together. ‘It won’t be that bad. I think,’ I say, Jimin laughing. I’ve noticed that when he laughs, his eyelids practically cover his eyes, his smile breaks across his whole face and he does a full body laugh. It’s quite endearing, actually.

‘Jimin, tell Momo about the time you found that gecko in our hotel room,’ Hoseok says, barely able to get the words out because of how hard he’s laughing, and I make a mental note to ask Jimin afterwards about the time he found the gecko in the hotel room. I would listen to him telling the story now, but I make eye contact with Taeyong across the table and he does a little head movement as if to say, ‘get up’. I rise up from my seat, Taeyong doing the same, and we both walk towards the end of the table. When we meet, he grabs my arm in a subtly firm grip, not painful but not exactly comfortable either. He leads me out of the cafeteria, telling me to ignore the calls of our names from our friends. He carries on walking me down the corridor, looking through the windows into each classroom until he finds an empty one, kicking open the door and pulling me in after him.

‘I know I said earlier that ‘it is what it is’ but you don’t need to rub it in my face,’ he says, and I frown. ‘Rub it in your face? What are you talking about?’ I ask, and he lets out a harsh chuckle. His handsome and striking features are twisted slightly with annoyance, not enough for me to think he’s seriously angry. Just… riled. ‘Park motherfucking Jimin. Talking to him quietly, almost whispering, and laughing with him. Putting your hand on his arm like that,’ he says, and I look at him in confusion. ‘Tae, I was just talking to him. Nothing more,’ I say, and he lets out a humourless laugh before saying, ‘that’s not what it looked like.’ ‘Well, what did it look like?’ I demand, taking a step towards him. ‘It looked like you were flirting with him, y/n,’ he says harshly, taking a step towards me. ‘Well, I wasn’t, Taeyong,’ I reply, starting to get annoyed with him, taking another step closer. ‘It sure looked like it, though, and how am I supposed to take your word for it? Remember, babe, you only flirt with me in front of me,’ he reminds me, moving even closer.

He’s not wrong; part of our… agreement is that we can sleep with other people, but we can never show sign of any other relations with anyone else in front of each other. We both stick to it, never dancing with someone else in a club if the other can see, flirting with someone else if the other is present, telling the other about our sexcapades. I felt uncomfortable not knowing when he’d been with someone else though, so we added into the agreement that we have to let the other know when we have slept with someone. Not who with, when, where, how, why. Nothing other than that we have. Obviously, to Taeyong, I’ve just broken the agreement, and I understand why he’s so annoyed. ‘Okay, I promise you, I wasn’t flirting with him, but I’m sorry if that’s how I made it seem,’ I say, and he laughs darkly. ‘I’m not letting you off that easy, babe,’ he says, moving even closer to me and tilting my chin up so our eyes meet. He presses his lips to mine, my eyes sliding shut at the feeling, and he kisses me roughly, not holding back at all. His hands slide into my hair, pulling me even closer to him, and I melt into his body, my hands resting on either side of his sculpted face. After a couple minutes, he breaks away from me, both of us slightly breathless. He reaches out behind him, turning the lock on the door, and turns back to me with a grin, his expression almost sinister. ‘On your knees, babe,’ he says, unbuckling his belt with a dark smirk, ‘you’re gonna make it up to me.’

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jihyocentric · 2 years ago

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LUMIIII THE PUPPY!HYO UPDATE

IT HAD LITERALLY EVERYTHING OMG I LOVED IT

no but fr u included everything we talked abt and it made me so happy to see that!! from the puppy nickname to jeonghyo bonding to the bathing!!! to jihyo calling nayeon when she was touching herself like nayeon said last time IT WAS SOOOO GOOD

i love that jihyo was justifying literally everything positive she did with jeongyeon by tying it back into remembering how to do it with nayeon, it was too cute!! and she's learning that just cause its not nayeon doesn't mean its BAD...it's just different and thats ok!!

jihyo thinking jeongyeon was scolding her but then jeongyeon correcting her and calling her cute :(( it was so soft and so good jihyo is such a good girl :(((

and then jihyo getting a boner and calling nayeon was SO hot. and i giggled at jihyos hands being too small unlike nayeon's lksdjflks nayeon just has big hands and jihyo just has a big dick they're made for each other LMAOOO

plus nayeon saying she knows jihyo likes it when it hurts. yeah. very very nice touch we love to see it <3

jihyo threatening to stay with jeongyeon but nayeon saying she'd steal her back AND knowing she was pouting over the phone was TOO GOOD THEY LOVE EACH OTHER SO MUCH UGH I HAVE SO MANY FEELINGS ABT THEM

it was an amazing update, thanks for sharing it!! big fan of this au truly, ur a great writer and i love to see everything you're willing to share!! take care!!

-🐶

the thing with puppy jihyo is that nayeon is all of the good that she knows. like, she has been abandoned before so putting on trust and liking someone can be hard. she likes sana because sana pets and spoils her, she likes momo because momo is always bonding with her through cooking for her, playing with her and all that. mina is pretty straightforward, a hybrid friend. now, yoo jeongyeon? yoo jeongyeon has been annoying since day 1, and then jihyo got jealous of her with nayeon.

so trusting jeongyeon was a bit hard, getting to like her as well. but now jihyo just holds herself back really because she already likes jeongyeon a LOT and just hasn't realized it yet (perhaps she has and now she's just ignoring it like the stubborn puppy she can be)... i mean she loves jeongyeon's cuddles, her food, giving her kisses on the cheek and specifically being spoiled by her. jihyo LOVES the amount of praise she gets with jeongyeon.

and at some point though jihyo stops comparing her with nayeon bc we know nayeon is jihyo's definition of love and good but jeongyeon is perfect on her own.. jeongyeon is not like sana or momo or mina and certainly not like nayeon, and jihyo still finds herself seeking for jeongyeon's attention and the love she offers while nayeon isn't there to give it to her (properly)... and then, even after nayeon comes back jihyo will keep seeking for it because her heart is happy when she's next to jeongyeon 🥺

YOU NOTICE EVERY DETAIL THAT'S RLLY GRATIFYING FR. yes yes i HAD to talk about jihyo's hands, poor thing has to use both of them to resemble a single one of nayeon's hands, when that thought popped into my head i laughed too like i'm sorry puppy hyo but 😭 you're SMALL. jihyo is small everywhere but her dick and i totally agree w you she was made for nayeon!!! they're together by fate. hung needy puppy meets nayeon, size kink princess

when nayeon comes back things will get interesting in all the ways possible, but the most important thing is that at first nayeon won't leave bed until jihyo can't cum anymore. jihyo will see nayeon and the first thing that will pop in her head is breeding time 😭 she won't let nayeon leave their room until her balls are DRAINED. like if nayeon tries to leave, jihyo will keep a hand on her tummy and give her the most needy look nayeon has ever witnessed... and then of course nayeon can't bring herself to leave

apart from that, 3mix will finally become a thing and jeongyeon will find herself hanging out with nayeon and jihyo without samo more often and being around jihyo without their usual bickering (tbh it never really goes away bc that's jeonghyo. let's be real. but they'll bicker and then cuddle as if that never happened)

and sometimes when nayeon gets jealous of jihyo's sudden closeness with jeong, jeongyeon will just make her cuddle her too and quit sulking. she has two arms for a reason!!! one for jihyo and the other for nayeon!

anyways, great things are ahead of them and i can't wait to see the three together 🥺 when i open requests they'll most likely be established so i'm interested to see what you guys will want to see from them!

(and take care you too anonie, thank you for passing by as always! 🤍)

#🐶 anon #nayeon #jeongyeon #jihyo #puppy!hyo #asks

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pttwice · 11 months ago

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banana pancakes (pt. 1)

|| littleautistic!jihyo, cg!jeongmi / littleautistic!jihyo au / non-idol au ||

In every sense of the term, Jihyo is a summer baby. Summer means lighter clothes, almost always no pants, and semi-comfortable shorts if absolutely necessary. Summer also means that Jihyo can play golf or watch golf if she isn’t feeling big enough.

Summer is also much easier for Jeongyeon and Mina. They don’t have to bribe their baby to put pants on and all of Hyo’s favorite foods are in season. Summer for the caregivers also provides more opportunities for activities they can do together.

As the light began to peek through the light-yellow curtains in Jihyo’s room, she rolled over to face the welcoming warmth of the sun’s rays. It was just past 6:30 in the morning, Hyo’s usual summer wake-up time, when she sat up in her crib. She kept her eyes closed to allow the sun to gradually wake her up.

Her hands lightly bumped against the pacifier tucked securely between her lips as she rubbed her eyes. The pacifier — one of her favorites clipped to her onesie adorned with pastel images of elephants and giraffes — was connected to a yellow ribbon, dotted with small baby blue stars. The pacifier itself was a pastel yellow and adorned with little bumble bees.

Hyo brought her hands back down to rest on the worn elephant stuffy in her lap, Mr. Trunks, as she looked around her room, attempting to wake up. Her big girl bed was nicely made and sat in the center of the room. To the right of her bed was her closet where all her clothes were neatly hung up and folded. To the left was Hyo’s favorite part of the room.

A cedarwood rocking chair tucked beside a house-shaped bookcase completed the room. On the back of the rocking chair, one of Hyo’s many blankets were draped. It never left the chair, always ready to be wrapped around her for story time. The bookcase was an organized chaos filled with her books both big and little.

Being the resourceful and crafty woman she was, Jeongyeon built the bookshelf for her baby as a Christmas gift since the old bookcase couldn’t hold the ever-growing collection of books. When she first saw the new bookcase in her room, Hyo had a meltdown. She couldn’t believe that the old one was gone and for weeks, she refused to go anywhere near it. In hindsight, it was a major change for the poor little. Eventually, though, Hyo grew to love it even more than the old bookcase.

By the time Jihyo had fully woken up, Mina had just started to stir. She knew she couldn’t ignore the sun trying to wake her up or the soft coos of her baby over the baby monitor forever. As per her usual weekend morning routine, Mina slipped out of bed and stretched upwards. She grabbed her turquoise robe from the back of the bedroom door and draped it around herself before she quietly headed out to the kitchen, careful not to wake Jeongyeon up.

In the kitchen, she started the coffee pot — always prepared the night before — and grabbed one of Jihyo’s bottles out of the fridge. She pulled a small pot out from one of the cabinets beside sink and filled it up halfway. She set the burner to a low heat so the water would be just right by the time she came back with Hyo.

Hyo was eager to start her day as she sat in her crib, patiently waiting for her mommy. When she heard the doorknob turn and saw the door slowly open, she pulled herself up to stand. She welcomed the swish of the door against the carpet in her room and flashed her mommy a toothy grin, her pacifier still securely in her mouth. Mina returned her baby’s smile and stood in front of her, the bars of the crib being the only thing separating them.

“Did you sleep well, pumpkin?” A small chuckle fell from Mina’s lips as she brushed her fingers through Hyo’s bedhead. Mina’s question was answered with a little bounce and a happy, muffled babble. Hyo reached her arms out in front of herself, ready to finally be held.

With practiced ease, Mina walked to the side of Hyo’s crib and slid the bars down. She scooped her baby up and settled her on her hip.

Mina walked over to the changing table and laid Hyo down, handing her a bumblebee shaped teether to distract her while she quickly and gently changed her diaper. Once she finished, Mina picked her baby back up and made her way into the kitchen for breakfast.

Not even needing to look at the pot or bottle, Mina kept her soft gaze on her baby as she set the bottle in the water to heat it up. She sat Jihyo down in her highchair, making sure she was buckled in before grabbing the box of Cheerios on top of the fridge. Mina dumped a few Cheerios out onto Hyo’s tray before she poured a bowl for herself.

Once the bottle was warm enough, Mina took the bottle out and dumped the water out of the pot of the pot, setting it in the drying rack to be put away later. She set Hyo’s bottle to the side to cool down for a moment and grabbed the jug of milk out of the fridge to pour into her cereal.

Mina put the milk jug away and turned around with her cereal and Hyo’s bottle in hand, a soft smile making its way to her lips. As usual, Hyo was busy lining her Cheerios up one-by-one into neat rows before she started to eat them. Hyo reached out for her bottle of honey and cinnamon spiced milk and latched onto the nipple to take a sip before she popped a Cheerio into her mouth.

For almost 15 minutes, all that filled the room was the sound of Hyo’s happy hums and chewing from both. It was moments like this that Mina didn’t really mind waking up early. Seeing her baby happy and fed was well worth an early breakfast.

Mina sat back in her chair and took a long sip from her coffee as Jihyo finished the last Cheerio on her tray. Mina left her coffee as she unbuckled her baby and gently pulled her out of her highchair. She quietly hummed under her breath as she walked back to Hyo’s room, hoping she could convince her baby into a comfy pair of shorts since they were going out today. If it was up to Hyo, she’d go out in nothing but a diaper and a comfy shirt. Unfortunately, it was not up to her.

“Do you think we can get you into a softy shirt and your yellow shorts, sweet girl?”

At the mention of a softy shirt, Hyo had a little smile, but the instant she heard the word ‘shorts’, a deep frown formed on her face. Hyo whined a little and tucked her face into her mommy’s neck. It wasn’t fair that she had to wear shorts. It wasn’t like her bottom was completely naked or something.

Ever the patient mommy, Mina took her time getting Hyo’s other clothes out. She pulled out the yellow shorts and Hyo’s favorite bumblebee shirt from her dresser. Socks and shoes would be a different battle that Jeongyeon could deal with.

Once Hyo’s clothes were laid out on her bed, Mina sat Hyo down. She carefully untucked her baby from her neck and gave her a reassuring smile. “If we get your shorts on, then we can get mama up, pumpkin.”

Now, Hyo wasn’t usually one to easily fall for a bribe. Jeongyeon always talked about how Hyo was too smart, but sometimes, she could be convinced. And Hyo has never been one to say ‘no’ to waking her mama up.

With a hesitant nod, Hyo let go of her tight grip on her mommy’s shirt. Mina gently took Hyo’s onesie off and slipped her shirt over her head. She expected more protest from her baby as she put the shorts on, despite their agreement, but she was pleasantly surprised when she was instead met with a brief whine.

Once her shorts and shirt were on, Mina picked Hyo up and carried her into the hallway bathroom to brush her teeth. Thankfully, Hyo liked having her teeth brushed. She liked the fruity flavor of the toothpaste and the way the soft bristles felt against her gums.

Mina gave her bottom a light pat to make sure she was still dry before she carried her in to wake her mama up. Jeongyeon was still fast asleep as Mina gently opened and shut the door. She set Hyo down on the bed in the empty space beside the sleeping woman and walked into their en-suite bathroom. Hyo let out a happy squeak as she crawled up to her mama. She got as close as she could without touching her mama’s face with her own and rested her chin on Jeongyeon’s chest.

Jeongyeon stirred slightly at the sudden weight on her chest but kept her eyes closed, determined to get a few more seconds of sleep. Hyo smacked her lips together a few times, hoping the noise would wake her mama up, but Jeongyeon’s eyes stayed shut. A couple seconds passed before Hyo reached her hand up to gently tug Jeongyeon’s hair.

The slight pressure on her scalp from Hyo’s tugging was just enough for Jeongyeon to slowly open her eyes. At first, she thought it was Mina trying to wake her up. Usually, Hyo’s wake-up calls weren’t so gentle and forgiving.

As Jeongyeon’s vision focused on the face looking up at her, a still sleepy smile formed on her lips. “Good morning, pumpkin. Did you sleep well?” Jeongyeon’s voice was gravely with sleep as she slowly pushed herself up to lean against the headboard. Hyo adjusted herself accordingly and sat on her mama’s lap. She babbled and stimmed by gently pressing her fingers against her mama’s. Jeongyeon took her time waking up and nodded or gave Hyo a small hum to let her baby know she was listening — even though she didn’t really know what she was saying.

Jeongyeon was almost fully awake by the time Mina emerged from the bathroom. It had only been 10 minutes since she had gone in to get herself ready, but to Hyo, it felt like an eternity. Mina softly chuckled as she sat down on the edge of the bed. She gently picked Hyo up before her baby crawled off the bed trying to get to her mommy and turned her around to sit in between herself and Jeongyeon.

“Do you think you can use your big girl words to tell us what you’d like to do today, sweet girl?” Hyo took a moment to think about her mommy’s question. Big girl words were hard sometimes, but she felt good enough today and just big enough to use them for a little bit.

Hyo looked up at her mamas before she nodded and spoke. “Wan’ golf.”

“Do you want to watch golf, or play golf?” Jeongyeon knew the answer, but she wanted to make sure that her baby made the decision for the day’s activity.

“No p’ay, thank you.” Hyo smiled and cuddled further in between her mamas, eager to get outside and watch people play her favorite game in the entire world.

Aside from learning about drinks and reading webtoons, golf is Hyo’s favorite. It’s something she can play if she’s feeling big enough and something she can watch if she isn’t. Since today turned out to be a watch day, Hyo’s mamas hoped that she’d be okay just watching people at the driving range instead of the 18-hole course since that meant they didn't have to move around to each hole.

Since this is quite a long one, I'm splitting the first au in the series into two parts! Part two will be out soon and I hope you enjoyed reading this first part. I'm really excited to share with yall my ideas about little autistic!jihyo in this au world! :)

#twice agere #twice fanfic #twice fic #littleautistic!jihyo #littleautistic!jihyo au #little!jihyo #non idol au #caregiver!jeongyeon #caregiver!mina #sfw #sfw agere #sfw interaction only

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cutiejihyo · 2 years ago

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little!momo (3-4) forgets korean and starts speaking japanese, the rest of the members need to beg emo teenage!mina (14-15) and kid!sana (5-6) for help to understand the little >:D

cw//crying, tantrums

it wasn’t uncommon for momo to prefer to speak japanese while she was regressed. this time though, she had completely forgotten korean. the rest of the members surrounded the little, trying to figure out what the poor girl wanted with the very small amount of japanese that they knew.

momo was in tears at this point, frustrated with everyone. she couldn’t understand them and they couldn’t understand her. some of the members tried to calm her down, while the others were trying to use google translate to figure out what she was saying.

only one member had a better idea. jihyo shushed everyone, announcing her idea, “did we all forget that sana and mina can speak japanese too? why don’t we ask them?”

this was a good plan, except that both members were regressed. sana was a bit older than momo, and she was busy playing on her nintendo switch. mina on the other hand was in middle space, something that wasn’t common in the twice dorms. she was doing crazy emo makeup in the shared bathroom, not letting anyone come in.

the members argued about what to do, being divided on the topic. some thought that they shouldn’t disturb the other regressed members, since this was their time to relax, and some argued that it would be best for momo to go get them.

during the height of their screaming, momo’s sobs got louder and louder until suddenly she stopped. she looked at everyone with a straight face, then the screams started. momo threw herself on the floor and flailed around, very angry with everybody. the non regressed girls covered their ears, all coming to the agreement that they should go get mina and sana.

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momo’s cries eventually stopped once the other two girls came in.

“so what do you want us to do?” mina stood with her arms crossed, wanting to go back to the safety of the bathroom. sana sat with momo, attempting to make the younger girl laugh by making funny faces.

“we want you to translate what momo is saying” chaeyoung explained sheepishly, feeling embarrassed that a huge scene was caused over something so simple. “that’s it? you should’ve gotten me sooner then” mina was just trying to get this over with. “i’ll help momoring!!” sana exclaimed, happy to help momo.

they sat in silence for a minute, before mina squatted down and looked momo in the eyes, “momo, tell us what you were saying earlier.” mina started speaking japanese. the other girls waited patiently, watching the scene go down.

“i said i want juice p’ease” momo mumbled, her eyes were red from rubbing them and her cheeks were flushed. mina sighed and gave a look to the other girls. “she wanted juice, you’re acting like she was asking for instructions for a bomb” mina rolled her eyes. the non regressed members cringed at the middle’s dry humor, but they started to feel guilty that momo was asking for something so simple and yet they couldn’t provide it for her.

“we’re really sorry, i think this is a sign for us to start learning more japanese” nayeon apologized, feeling horrible about the situation. “it’s whatever, now leave me alone, please.” mina walked off, feeling annoyed with her fellow members.

jeongyeon had gotten momo the juice she wanted in the first place. the little was so relieved that she was finally understood, so she went around and gave everyone hugs and kisses. sana decided to stay behind, just in case momo needed help again.

#gigi writes 🦝#kpop agere #sfw agere #agere #age regression #twice agere #twice #little momo #little sana #mina

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gcmblingdice · 2 years ago

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"Ours" Jihyo/Karine

"My love," Jihyo's voice is soft, smile on her lips as she watches the two in the bath. Elena was happy splashing the bubbles while Karine held her carefully.

She was starting to finally hit milestones and finally steady herself, so they didnt need the specialntub much anymore.

"Yes baby?" She asks looking up. "Why dont you cook dinner and Ill finish up our little bean's bathtime, hm?"

"Sure. My back needs a break~" she chuckled, and once they switched, leaned down to kiss her lips before she headed to the kitchen to cook.

Jihyo plays with her, blowing raspberries on her chubby little cheeks and making sure ti wash her clean. She picks her up, not caring of her shirt getting soaked. The vampire grabs the little froggie hooded towel and swaddles the small babe.

Into the room they go, the other laying her down on the shared bed. Jihyo loved being a mother and though Elena was not her by birth, she loved her all the same. Elena is sleepy by the time shes dried and placed in her pjs and fresh diaper. So Jihyo takes time to sit with them in her arms and rock her to sleep.

Settled she places them in their crib before moving to the kitchen where she sees a table set up.

"Oh? Candle lit dinner baby girl?"

"Gotta spoil my mommy, besides I want to thank you...for staying with me through the pregnancy, the getting clean...for not abandoning me when others have."

Jihyo frowns, can see the poor human trying her best to not break down. Gentle arms hold her love close, whispers all the sweet nothings and makes sure to kiss her lips, cheeks, nose and even the corner of her eyes, wiping away tears.

"Baby I love you. Id stay no matter what. You both are my world and I wouldnt trade this for anything."

Karine smiles at this, glancing down at the necklace around jihyo's neck, the locket which had her and Elena in it.

"You dont have any thoughts if regret? Of becoming her other mom?"

"Nope. I am happy. Being with you and having Elena as my own. I wouldnt trade this. Ever."

It makes her smile and once she calms, she resumes dinner and the two spend the rest of the night just cuddled in bed, talking in soft whispers until they both fell asleep.

#my writing #anzy writes #drabble #soft #jihyo x karine

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altonajitzu · 7 years ago

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Superflowers: Ch.0 (Prologue)

“… I’m sorry, what?”

Never before, even in her wildest, most irrational of dreams, had Jihyo thought something like this would happen in her life.

She was currently sitting in TWICE’s new dormitory, frozen solid on the sofa and staring incredulously at her longest companion in JYP- Im Nayeon, her senior of two years, a talented and pretty girl with adorable rabbit teeth that was always proudly present on her dazzling smile. That very smile was being directed at Jihyo with utmost sincerity, yet it did not seem to calm the younger girl down even one bit.

Jihyo’s eyes darted to the remaining members of her group, who were occupying the space around her in a manner that they thought to be warm and intimate; to Jihyo however, it only served to intimidate her even more. They all had different degrees of Nayeon’s expectant look in their own faces as well, telling the distressed girl that they all supported the idea wholeheartedly.

At this point, Nayeon saw fit to patiently repeat herself.

“I said, Jihyo-ah, that I-we all want you to be the leader of the new group.”

“B-but… why?” Even on the second time of hearing it, Jihyo still could not wrap her head around the statement. “I don’t think I have anything that qualifies me as a leader, let alone our group leader.” She made a vague gesture with her hand, yet everyone understood quite well what she meant.

Nayeon took a deep breath, ready to explain, yet she was interrupted by Sana who decided to butt in out of impatience.

“Yah Jihyo, I told you never to say that about yourself! Without you we could never be here together, all nine of us, in one place. I’m pretty sure Jeongyeon and Momo would be killing each other right now had it not been for you.” Upon Sana’s mention of their names, both girls in question looked up at her in irritation. Scared of the backlash, Sana’s form turned fainter and fainter until she dissipated completely into thin air. No longer having their first target, Jeongyeon and Momo proceeded to glare at one another afterwards, and while the exchange wasn’t particularly spiteful, it did not go unnoticed by Sana, who pointed out triumphantly.

“See! I stand corrected. Their powers counter each other’s. It used to be, ‘One can’t live if the other survives’ for them you know. And now they’re roommates!”

“Sana-chan, you’re not helping.” Came Mina’s quiet voice. Sana pouted.

Turning to Jihyo, she continued. “She has a point though Jihyo-ah. Without you we can’t have kept ourselves from unleashing our powers against another, and this will be a bloody battlefield. Especially short-fused Tzuyu…” Mina snuck an apprehensive glance at Tzuyu, who narrowed her eyes.

“Mina-unnie, I’m not sure I like what you said…” The youngest member of TWICE said slowly, but dangerously. For fear of her own safety, Mina decided against continuing. Rather, she stared into Tzuyu’s eyes and sent a small spark of forgetfulness. The maknae blinked twice, then turned back to Jihyo, not remembering Mina’s unintentional jab.

“See, Jihyo-unnie,” Having stayed silent for the whole time, fiddling with Jihyo’s wavy brown hair without even touching it, Chaeyoung finally chirped in. “You’ve been working miracles and you don’t even know it. With these abilities we always try to get stronger than anyone, and want to prove ourselves to be so.” The young telepsychic stopped for breath, and Dahyun took it as a cue for her to continue.

“But you were always there for us,” said Dahyun.

“Befriended us,” said another Dahyun.

“Helped us befriend one another,” said yet another Dahyun.

“And made us feel like we’re just normal people.” Concluded the Dahyun currently massaging Jihyo’s temples for good measure, whom she thought must be the real one. For reasons unknown, Jihyo never failed to tell apart the original girl from her clones. In retrospect, it was probably because Dahyun never let any clone get closer to Jihyo than herself.

“What do you mean by that though Dahyunie, of course you guys are normal girls. Should I be treating you guys somehow differently or something?” Jihyo asked in earnest. Sure, they might be quirky and their personalities might deviate a bit from social standards, but it was due to their extraordinary experiences with their respective superpowers. None of them was particularly suited for normal life, yet for Jihyo it could ill alter her opinions. They were all her precious friends and bandmates, and that’s that.

It did not seem so simple for everyone else in the room however. One second passed in absolute silence, as they all stared at Jihyo with dewy eyes.

“… What?”

No one bothered replying to Jihyo’s rather pathetic request to clarify things, until a wordless Tzuyu lunged forward and captured the poor girl in a literal bone-crushing hug.

“Eek! Hurgh… can’t breathe… you’re killing me Tzuyu…” Smothered in the hug that was reinforced with superhuman strength, Jihyo squeezed out. Her plead for life was heard, and all of a sudden Tzuyu found herself 3 steps away from her human teddy bear. She glared at Jeongyeon, whom she knew for certain was the culprit for her sudden lack of warmth. The short-haired girl ignored her though, so Tzuyu sulked with a huff.

“Tzuyu pushed it a bit too extreme, but we agree with her Jihyo-ah. We really appreciate what you said, thanks a lot.” She slung her arm around Jihyo’s shoulders and give it a slight rub, to which the brunette was grateful. Her body was still in pain from Tzuyu’s overly affectionate embrace.

“Yeah, don’t ever change Jihyo-ah. You don’t need powers for us to respect you, you managed to do it by just being yourself. We love you for this exact reason.” Momo said fondly, taking hold of Jihyo’s free hand and cupping it in both of hers. Pausing a bit, she added. “I love you for this exact reason.” Smiled Momo mischievously. That earned her the reaction she anticipated, as all members protested vehemently.

“Hey Momo! That’s not fair!” Shouted Nayeon, beaten to the punch.

“That’s sneaky of you Momoring.” Mina whispered in jealousy.

“Hey, Jihyo-unnie is mine!” Chaeyoung was not about to stay silent herself.

“… mine.” Tzuyu managed to get back to her former position, currently clutching Jihyo’s left arm while looking at the others with threatening eyes.

Amidst the hubbub, Jihyo sighed and looked up at the ceiling.

“What have I gotten myself into…”

#fanfiction #twice

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thismanateelovestowrite · 7 years ago

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Blue: Pt.22

Previous part: [Pt.21]

Warnings for this part: mentions of violence and blood

The next morning didn’t differ from the ones before; you woke up to Minhyuk sleeping next to you and went about your day without talking much with each other. For most of the day, the apartment was filled with a silence. It wasn’t uncomfortable silence, quite the opposite. Neither one of you felt the need to talk and just spent the day lounging around.

You exchanged gazes every now and then but didn’t start a conversation. You were enjoying the book you spent the whole day reading. He seemed to enjoy spending most of the day on his phone or in the kitchen.

Despite what had happened the evening before, nothing had really changed. You two still spent your day speaking very little to each other. There was no romance whatsoever in the air even though you felt an unfamiliar warmth inside your body. There was nothing particularly special about the gazes you exchanged, though maybe Minhyuk’s gaze was a little softer now than before.

In the evening, a little over eight o’clock, you heard the doorbell ring. You and Minhyuk exchanged looks before you got up from the couch and headed to the hallway. Your mind was blank when you grabbed the handle and opened the door.

The view in front of your eyes was disturbing, to say the least.

Hoseok’s face was covered in small bruises and bleeding cuts. He barely managed to hold Yuna up as she seemed to be bleeding to death. Her clothes were covered in blood with there being more blue, blood-stained than clean fabric.

Frozen, you only stared at the two with wide eyes. The situation was scary yet confusing. It was obviously serious judging from the two’s conditions but you had no idea what to do.

“Please let us in,” Hoseok’s voice sounded very exhausted and desperate as he struggled to stand while supporting Yuna’s almost completely limp body. “She needs help.”

Even a blind person would have been able to tell that she needed help. Still, you just stood there. You weren’t sure if the need she helped would be available at your place.

Yuna looked dead already even though she was breathing very loudly. Her eyes were closed and her body was limp. She was so badly injured that you doubted you’d be of much help to her. Of course, taking her to a hospital originally wasn’t even an option because of her blood but still, it did sound like the only option at that moment. A bad one, but also the only one available.

You turned your head upon hearing footsteps from behind you. You could barely see Minhyuk’s face before he pushed past you and stopped between you and the two.

“Leave,” his voice was cold.

“Please, she-“

“I don’t care,” Minhyuk’s coldness surprised even you who had had your share of it. “Leave. Go somewhere else.”

“Are you serious?” Hoseok sounded just as taken aback as you were.

“I don’t want her here. Not under this roof,” Minhyuk seemed like another person.

Hoseok stood there, dumbfounded, for a bit. He glanced at you over his shoulder once and then looked at his friend again. “Is it because of her?” Hoseok asked. “Because of what happened?”

“Get out,” Minhyuk didn’t answer his question.

“Because you think this will put her in danger?” Hoseok didn’t budge. He sounded upset, offended almost. “You’re throwing me away because of her?”

“She’s my weakness,” Minhyuk pointed out with an angry tone. “There’s a difference. If you care about me, leave now. I don’t want that girl here.”

“Too bad,” Hoseok didn’t hesitate to spit back at him. “I happen to care about you just as much as I do about her. There’s no difference between a friend and a weakness in my case. They are the same thing and you know it.”

For a moment, the two just stared at each other. Neither one of them seemed to be ready to compromise so you decided to step in. Literally.

Minhyuk seemed surprised and slightly disappointed when you wrapped Yuna’s arm around your shoulder to help her inside. You looked at him in the eyes. “I can’t let her die like this. I couldn’t help Eunkyung, let me at least ry to save her girlfriend.”

Despite the disappointment and slight anger in his eyes, he moved aside and let you three come inside. Seemed like his statement of you being his weakness was true.

You didn’t know what to do but you tried. After helping Yuna to the couch and laying her down on it, you went into the bathroom to find anything to help with the bleeding. You looked inside every single cabinet but found nothing.

What happened to all my first aid stuff?

While you tried to look for anything that could help the girl who was dying on the couch of your living room, Hoseok called someone. He wasn’t in good shape either but still stood next to the couch while waiting for the person to pick up his call. Minhyuk wasn’t in the living room when you went there.

“Hurry,” Hoseok ended the call soon after you appeared.

“Who did you call?” you asked him.

“Someone who is neither a friend or an enemy,” he said while looking at Yuna. “Someone I can trust.”

“Are they going to help?” you hesitantly looked at him. It pained you to look at his abused face.

“We’ll see,” he answered shortly and turned away to walk into the kitchen. “She is coming,” you heard him say to who you figured was Minhyuk.

“Great,” Minhyuk’s voice spat.

“Thank you for letting us in,” Hoseok ignored his annoyance and thanked his friend with sincerity.

“You can thank _____ for that, I wouldn’t have let you in if she hadn’t acted like that.”

A silence filled the apartment. You thought about Minhyuk’s words while standing next to the couch.

I never would have expected him to act like that…

It had been weird seeing Minhyuk reject Hoseok so coldly. He had obviously developed a barrier against Yuna. He saw her as a threat to himself and apparently to you.

He said I’m his weakness…

“What happened?” you heard his voice ask Hoseok in the kitchen.

“I’m not sure…” Hoseok’s tired voice answered. “It must have been the higher-ups or the clan.”

There was a brief silence.

“Vampires came to the safe house… They just appeared out of nowhere,” his voice eventually continued. “There were at least a few dozens of them. We were this close to dying.”

“What did you do to get away?” Minhyuk asked.

“Jumped out of the window,” Hoseok answered with a dry laugh after a short silence. “And threw a few punches. Though I must admit that I received some, too…”

“Well it sure looks like you did,” Minhyuk’s voice said with a hint of amusement in it.

You thought it was weird how calm they were. Yuna was still pretty much bleeding to death in the living room.

“I figured it would buy us more time to bring her here instead of our place,” Hoseok said. “I’m sorry. I know this puts _____ in danger.”

Minhyuk didn’t say anything for a bit. “We’ll manage.”

“Do you love her?” Hoseok calmly asked a question that made your heart skip a beat.

“I don’t know…” Minhyuk answered. “How would I know? I don’t even know what it means to be in love. Even after spending all those years around _____ and the humans around her, I still have no idea.”

Hearing that, your heart ached a little. Figuring it wasn’t the right time to be heartbroken, you walked to the doorway that led to the kitchen.

“What’s going to happen to Yuna?” you asked and immediately gained the two’s attention.

They were silent for a bit.

“When is that person going to get here?” you questioned and right when you finished your sentence, the doorbell of the apartment rang.

Hoseok didn’t hesitate to head in to the hallway. Carefully, he opened the door very slightly.

“Name?” he asked through the crack.

“Yoon Jihyo,” a female voice answered and Hoseok immediately opened the door wide. “Where is she?” a woman only slightly shorter than the male in front of him, asked.

You watched her how she and Hoseok walked past you in to the living room. She was wearing nice clothes and had her hair cut in a bob. It made her look younger than she probably was.

She kind of looks like she could be in her late twenties.

Minhyuk and you followed the two into the living room. The woman, Jihyo, had already leaned over Yuna’s figure. She examined the girl’s wounds with a serious expression.

“Can you help?” Hoseok looked anxious.

“Maybe,” she responded. “I can stop the bleeding but I can’t promise that she will live. I’m not a doctor and you know that.”

Though her words were grim, Hoseok’s expression was relieved. He probably felt like there was at least some hope.

“Who are you?” you couldn’t help but ask.

She stood straight and turned her head to look at you. Then her gaze shifted to Minhyuk. “Yours?”

He gave her a nod in response. “Mm hmm.”

You were confused. “His what?”

“Headache,” she answered the question. “I’m like you except I’m Hoseok’s headache.”

“So… you are the person he has to look after?” you asked to confirm and she nodded. “I thought I was the only one who has… met them.”

“Oh, no,” she said and took off her jacket before giving it to Hoseok. “You aren’t that special.”

You were trying to get used to the thought of there being people like you out there. Jihyo crouched down next to the couch and took a closer look at the wounds Yuna had.

“Go take care of your face, for God’s sake, Hoseok,” she shot a look to the guy who was just standing there.

“But-“

“It’s not like you’re going to be of any help here,” she sternly cut him off.

Obediently, Hoseok left the room. Minhyuk left soon too. You just continued to stand there.

“Can you help?” Jihyo asked, not turning around to look at you.

“What?”

“Because if you can’t, I would appreciate you leaving.”

You were silent for a bit before walking over to her. “Is there a way I can help?”

She stopped what she was doing and looked up at you. For a few seconds, she just stared at you. “Unless you know how to stitch, no.”

You gulped. Even the thought was nauseating. Still, you didn’t move. You couldn’t leave Yuna.

“Do you need anything?” you asked her hesitantly.

“Some silence and a doctor for this poor girl,” she mumbled, not taking her eyes off Yuna.

You decided to stay silent since that’s what she wanted.

For some reason, you felt responsible. You felt like you had to be there for Yuna. She almost seemed like a sister to you.

“Could you bring me some water?” Jihyo asked and you acted immediately. “Thank you,” she said when you brought her some water from the kitchen.

After getting the water, she left to go to the bathroom where she apparently washed her hands before coming back.

“_____,” you heard Minhyuk’s voice call your name and turned your head to look at him who had just entered the living room. “You shouldn’t stay here,” he said.

You shook your head. “I’m not leaving.”

He let out a soft sigh and walked over to you. “No, you really shouldn’t stay. This is not going to be pretty.”

“I-“

“I think it would be best for you two to simply just leave for now. Go take a walk,” Jihyo cut you off. “You’ll just end up traumatized if you stay.”

You were scared by her words but didn’t move. “I can handle it.”

“Are you sure?” Jihyo looked at you with a glare. “The screaming and crying? The blood?”

You didn’t know what was going to happen but hearing her say those things really made you feel sick. You didn’t want to witness it but it didn’t feel right to leave.

“She’ll be fine,” Minhyuk grabbed your shoulders and forced you to the hallway. “Let’s just go.”

You reluctantly put on your shoes and jacket before exiting the apartment with Minhyuk. After he had closed the door behind him, he looked at you.

“It’s best to not be there,” he said and gently pushed you away from the door, towards the exit of the building.

“What is she going to do?” you asked even though you weren’t sure if you wanted to be told.

“Close the wounds,” he answered. “Or at least try to.”

***

You sat on a swing, staring at your feet blankly. Despite not really wanting to, you kept seeing Yuna in your head. Her beaten up body had left you really shocked even though you hadn’t realized it immediately.

“Are you okay?” Minhyuk asked with a tone that didn’t sound very concerned but when you lifted your head to look at him, you saw worry in his blue eyes. He was leaning against the body of the swing.

“It’s been a long time since I was okay,” you sighed and let your gaze fall again.

Minhyuk didn’t say anything. He just looked at you, concerned.

“Are you really concerned about me?” you asked him, not taking your gaze off your feet.

“I guess,” he responded quite nonchalantly, making you look up at him once again. You didn’t find it surprising that his expression didn’t match his tone yet again.

“I’m really confused,” you mumbled. “I have no idea whether you are joking or not.”

He remained silent and just looked at you with that concerned look, confusing you even more.

“I heard Hoseok ask you if you love me,” you bluntly stated and your words didn’t seem to influence him.

“What about it?” he asked calmly.

You were silent for a few seconds. “Were you serious when you said that you don’t even know what it means to be in love?”

Now it was his turn to be silent for a few seconds. “Why would I have lied about that?” he asked and somehow his expression seemed sad.

“So… it’s true?” you asked and watched how he went to sit down on the other swing that was right next to the one you were on.

After sitting down, he just swayed lazily for a bit while hanging his head down. “With all the negativity and bad feelings in my life I haven’t had the chance to feel such things. Even happiness seems very unfamiliar to me at times. It overwhelms me.”

You observed his expression. He didn’t look too emotional but there was still a tiny hint of sadness in his eyes.

He turned his head to look at you. “Have you ever felt it?”

“Love?” you asked and he nodded. You thought about it for a bit. “I think I have.”

“What does that mean?” he asked, confused.

You looked at him. “That I have felt it.”

He looked just as confused as before.

“Have you heard about how it supposedly feels like?” you asked and he answered by shaking his head. “I see…”

There was a silence. You thought about how people had explained love to you in the past when you hadn’t felt it yet.

“It’s a very strong feeling,” you said. “It makes you warm inside but also causes you pain sometimes. If you love someone, seeing them or talking with them will make you happy but seeing them in pain or fighting with them will make you feel bad.”

You looked at him to see his reaction. There was none; his face was expressionless as he stared at his feet. That made your heart ache slightly. You thought he would say “I’ve never felt like that”. Instead, he turned his head to look at you, still expressionless.

“Tell me more,” he said, surprising you.

You thought about what to tell him next. “Well, I’ve heard that if you love someone romantically, you might feel butterflies around them.” He gave you a confused look. “Butterflies?”

You nodded with a small smile, finding his confused expression somewhat amusing. “It feels like there are butterflies flying inside your stomach.”

He frowned slightly. “That’s weird.”

You chuckled. “I guess.”

He observed you for a bit. “Anything else?”

You glanced at him and smiled. “I’ve also heard that your heart might start beating faster when you’re around that person. Your cheeks might feel hot and you might become nervous.”

He remained silent after that. You let the silence continue for a while until you were too curious not to ask about his thoughts.

“So,” you started. “How does love sound?”

Excited yet nervous, you waited for him to reply. He took his sweet time, driving you crazy. When he finally turned his head to look at you, you could only stare at him, frozen to place.

“Do you love someone?” he asked and you held in the groan that threatened to slip from your mouth.

“Yes,” you said.

“Who?” he asked before you could say anything else.

When you observed his expression, you couldn’t tell if he was curious or worried.

“There are many people I love,” you answered.

His expression became somewhat sad and you frowned in confusion.

“What’s wrong?” you asked.

“Nothing,” he said coldly.

It took you a few minutes to understand what his reaction meant. “Are you jealous?”

He frowned. “What?”

“Do you feel bad about me loving other people in addition to loving you?” you asked, not realizing what you had just said.

“So, you love me too?” he asked immediately.

“Do you love me?” you didn’t want to admit to it before hearing him say it.

He opened his mouth to respond but couldn’t even say a word before he was interrupted.

“Why are you two here?” Jooheon’s voice asked and you both turned to look at him.

“Why are you here?” Minhyuk asked in return.

“Why wouldn’t I be here?”

“What do you mean?”

“I thought Hoseok and Yuna were attacked by a bunch of vampires,” Jooheon said coldly.

Looked like Minhyuk had momentarily forgotten - just like you had - the reason you two were in the park.

“Jihyo is taking care of Yuna,” Minhyuk said. “We decided to come outside for the time being.”

Jooheon glanced at you. “For her?” he nodded towards you.

Minhyuk nodded.

“Make sure you both stay safe,” Jooheon turned to leave. “The streets aren’t safe anymore.”

“Does a safe place even exist anymore, though?” you could hear Minhyuk mumble when Jooheon started walking away, towards the apartment building.

“Are the others going to come too?” you asked him and he turned to look at you.

“Undoubtedly,” he said.

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silverlightqueen · 6 years ago

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fratboy!Jungkook (bc I guess I’m a slut for fratboy!BTS) and player!reader - smut, slight fluff

Word Count - 8.4k+

Summary - Jungkook teaches you a lesson and you get more than you bargained for after a party at his frat house...

Warnings - smut, smut and more smut! dom!Kook, oral, dirty talk, intercourse, thigh riding, fingering, overstimulation, slight exhibitionism

a/n: so I’ve been writing this for a while. I think I might do a part 2, just to wrap it up a bit, bc I don’t see this really turning into a series, but I’ll see how I feel lol. Please tell me what you think, I’d love feedback, and check out my other work in my masterlist 💕

One thing I get asked on a daily basis is how I maintain the lifestyle I live. And it’s a simple answer. It’s my lifestyle, and it has been for as long as I can remember. It’s not hard to maintain when it’s all I’ve ever known. It might seem like a lot of effort, but I enjoy it. It’s fun, carefree and easy. It’s a simple escape from the stresses of everyday life. And what is my lifestyle you ask? The easiest way to describe it, I guess, is the female version of a fuckboy. A fucklady, if you will. I lead boys on, sleep with them, and then don’t text them back, to put it simply. And you might think from that sentence that I’m a shitty person, right? Just like that fuckboy that broke your heart a couple years ago, yeah? But I’m actually a decent person, if I say so myself. I just… I get a kick out of the power I hold over all these attractive boys, knowing they’ll fuck with me regardless of what they’ve heard. And I guess it’s affected me watching my friends and sisters get their hearts broken by toxic fuckboys. So I want revenge, and revenge is a dish best served cold. But, one day, I got played at my own game, and got my ass handed to me, by the last person I ever would’ve expected. Jeon fucking Jungkook.

‘Hey, Jeon, right?’ I ask the boy awkwardly stood in the corner, holding a half empty beer bottle in his hand. ‘Um, yeah. Can I, uh, help you, y/n?’ he asks, stumbling over his words, and I supress a smile at his flustered state. His eyes trawl over my body, taking in my black lace up bodysuit under a pair of nude tie-waist tailored shorts, black velvet heels on my feet and my hair cascading down my back in big, bouncy curls. When his eyes meet mine, a light blush tinges his cheeks out of embarrassment of being caught checking me out. ‘You’re one of the brothers, right? Of this frat?’ I ask, and he nods, blinking rapidly. He’s cute, I guess, in a ’15-year-old school anime club member’ kinda way. But definitely not the type of boy I’d fuck with. I like a challenge; the boys I go for are more like ‘hot guy who I met at his yacht party and drives a Rolls Royce’ or ‘college student that lives off Cheetos and red bull’. Definitely not boys like Jeon Jungkook. I’d chew him up, spit him out, and walk over the crumbs. It’s a shame, but it’s true. ‘Do you mind showing me to the bedroom at the end of the first floor corridor? Park Jimin asked me to meet him in there,’ I ask, showing him my phone screen, the text from Jimin clear as day. ‘Oh, uh, yeah, sure,’ he stutters, pulling away from the wall and leading me towards the stairs.

‘So, I don’t think I’ve seen you before. What course do you take?’ I ask him over the music as we head up the stairs, the volume considerably lower here than down on the bottom floor. ‘I, uh, do the same course as you do. I’m, um, in the same, uh, class as you,’ he says, and I wince out of embarrassment. ‘God, I’m so sorry. You probably know what I’m like, though. So caught up in my own world, and my friends, and gossip,’ I say, and I see him nodding, his back turned to me. I realise that he’s quite well-built, his shoulders broad and his arms straining against his white t-shirt, thighs thick in his blue ripped jeans. ‘Have you prepared your presentation for next week’s seminar, Jungkook?’ I ask, following him down the corridor now, impossibly long. ‘Uh, yeah. Have you?’ he asks, over his shoulder. ‘Yeah. I decided to do it on animal cruelty. I mean, it’s totally gross that loads of designers still use animal fur in their clothes. It’s disgusting. I had to stop shopping at Balmain when I found out they use real fur. It’s, like, totally disgusting,’ I say as we reach the door. ‘Make sure you say hi in our next lecture. I’m always looking to make new friends,’ I say, and he nods again. I turn and open the door, Jungkook still hovering behind me. Jimin lies across the bed, another girl sprawled over the top of him, both of them looking up when I walk in. I smile amusedly as Jimin pushes the girl off him, staring up at me in embarrassment. ‘y/n, I-’ he begins, but I cut him off with a smile, ‘Having fun, Jimin?’ ‘y/n, I’m sorry. I got bored. I’ve been waiting for you for, like, two hours,’ he says, and I grin. ‘Two and a half, actually. Two hours and 33 minutes, if we’re being precise,’ I smile. ‘I’m sorry,’ he repeats, the girl collecting up her clothes in a huff, barging past me in just her underwear. ‘Oh, don’t apologise, babe. You can make it up to me another time, right?’ I say, closing the door with a grin.

I turn around to see Jungkook still stood there. ‘Oh, sorry, I’ll just…’ he says awkwardly, turning to go. ‘No, wait, Jungkook!’ I call, watching him turn back around to look at me shyly. ‘Are you hungry?’ I ask. ‘I guess I could, uh, eat,’ he replies, and I smile. ‘How about we go get some food?’ I offer, intrigued by this boy who hasn’t tried to make a move on me yet. ‘Don’t you wanna stay here?’ he asks, and I roll my eyes. ‘With the stoners and drunkards and horny bastards downstairs? No, thanks. I’d rather get food,’ I reply, walking past him down the corridor, hearing him follow behind me. ‘Where from?’ he asks. ‘Wherever you want, babe. You choose,’ I say. ‘We could go to, uh, McDonald’s? There’s one just around the corner,’ he offers, and I smile back at him. ‘Perfect. Shall I get an Uber?’ I ask. ‘I’ll drive,’ he offers as we reach the top of the stairs, and I turn to eye the beer bottle in his hand. ‘This is my first one,’ he says, and I grin, heading down the stairs. I can feel eyes on me and I take Jungkook’s hand in mine, leading him through the throng into the kitchen. ‘Hey, y/n,’ I hear a familiar voice call when I step into the room, and I turn to smile at the boy. ‘Hey, Hoseok,’ I say, Jungkook following me in, the older boy’s eyes landing first on his dongsaeng, and then on his hand in mine. ‘Hey, Kook. You guys, uh, busy?’ he asks, eyeing my figure. I give him a small grin and brush a piece of hair back from my face. ‘We’re just going to get some food, but I’ll make time for you soon,’ I say, and he nods with a small smile. I’ve hooked up with Hoseok a few times, and he’s one of the only boys I’ve been willing to see more than once, Jimin being another of those boys. Poor guy. ‘See you soon, babe,’ I say, walking past him without another glance, pulling Jungkook behind me.

We head out of the kitchen and into the garden, walking past a group of boys smoking weed and a couple making out against the fence. ‘Jihyo!’ I call, my roommate looking up from where she’s playing cards at a garden table. ‘I’m going to get food with Jungkook, I’ll see you back at the apartment, okay?’ I call, and she nods, going back to her game without another glance, used to me heading back early with different boys. We head back up towards the house and the couple making out against the fence break apart. ‘Hey, y/n!’ the boy calls, the girl looking up at Seokjin in annoyance. ‘Oh, hey, Jin. How are you?’ I ask, memories of some of our previous nights flooding into my mind. ‘I’m good. You two going home together?’ he asks, eyeing us. ‘Oh, no, we’re just going to get food,’ I reply, Jungkook silent behind me, his hand still in my firm grip. ‘Well, hit me up if you want to,’ he says, the girl in his arms moving from his grip in anger, stomping away. ‘Aww, you’re sweet, Jin. Thanks,’ I reply, turning on my heel and pulling Jungkook behind me. ‘y/n! You want a hit, babe?’ a voice calls as I walk past the boys smoking weed. My eyes lock with Taehyung’s, and I smile at the stoner boy I’ve messed around with a few times. ‘Hey, Tae,’ I reply, holding my empty hand out for the joint in his hand. I take a hit, feeling Tae’s eyes travel from me to Jungkook. ‘Kook, huh? I’m surprised. I thought you were gonna hit me up tonight,’ he says honestly, and I grin at him. ‘You’re cute, Tae. I’ll hit you up when I feel like it, though, alright?’ I say, and he grins as I hand him back the joint, already feeling a hint of the numb tranquillity that the weed brings on. ‘You got it, babe,’ he calls after me as I walk away, dragging Jungkook along behind me.

As we head out the gate, I walk head first into Namjoon. ‘y/n, where have you been hiding away all night? I was looking for you,’ he says with a grin. Namjoon is basically the king here, adored and loved by students and teachers alike, head of the frat, acing his classes and leading the football team to victory every match. He’s even managed to charm me into bed with him a few times. ‘You couldn’t have been looking hard enough,’ I reply with a smile, noticing the girl stood behind him. ‘You look like you’ve been busy,’ he says, eyeing Jungkook, and I laugh. ‘We’re going for food. You on the other hand…’ I trail off, smiling at the girl behind him who hides behind her hair, obviously a naïve freshman that’s fallen for Joon’s charms. ‘You caught me. Maybe we’ll spend some time together at the next party?’ he offers, and I nod with a grin, brushing past him. ‘Where’s your car?’ I ask Jungkook. ‘It’s the black Mercedes there, next to the Audi,’ he says, someone stepping out of the Audi as the words leave his mouth. ‘Well. If it isn’t the princess herself,’ Yoongi says, grinning at me as a girl climbs out of the backseat of his car, embarrassed. ‘Long time no see, Yoongi,’ I reply with a smile. ‘You and Jungkook, huh?’ he asks, speaking as if the boy isn’t even there. ‘Don’t get jealous. You know there’s always a special place in my heart for you,’ I reply. ‘I would’ve thought my special place in your body was somewhere else,’ he replies, and I laugh. ‘Not today, Yoongi. Soon though, don’t worry. I haven’t forgotten you, babe,’ I say, and he grins. ‘Have fun, you two,’ he says as Jungkook pulls open the passenger side door for me. ‘We will,’ I reply, climbing in. Jungkook gets into the driver’s seat beside me, starting up the car wordlessly.

‘Do you have a girlfriend, Jungkook?’ I ask, and he coughs in surprise at my sudden question, driving down the driveway. ‘Um, no, I don’t,’ he replies. ‘Why not?’ I ask. ‘I just haven’t found the right, uh, girl, I guess,’ he replies, and I nod at his reply. ‘What about you? Do you, uh, have a boyfriend?’ he asks, and I grin. ‘Well, I thought you would’ve noticed, but no, I don’t,’ I say, and he cracks a small smile. ‘I didn’t want to be rude and assume,’ he says. ‘You didn’t want to assume that I’d been cheating on said hypothetical boyfriend?’ I ask, and he nods with a light laugh. ‘I might come across as trash, but I would never cheat on a boy. That’s why I haven’t committed to anyone. That, and the sex isn’t good enough,’ I say. ‘So, my hyungs…?’ he trails off, and I laugh. ‘They’re good, don’t get me wrong, but not mind-numbingly good. Not good enough for me to give it all up. Not to mention Jimin being scared of me outside of the bedroom, Hoseok probably being a walking STD, Jin being the male version of myself, Tae being permanently too high to see straight, let alone fuck me well enough, Namjoon being the most desired boy to walk the corridors of your frat, and Yoongi being a certified criminal,’ I say, and Jungkook laughs. ‘That’s the best way to sum them up, I guess,’ he says as we pull up at McDonald’s. ‘So,’ he asks, ‘drive-through or eat-in?’

‘God, I’m so full, Kook,’ I groan as we pull up outside my apartment block, the engine idling. ‘I’m not surprised. You ate a lot,’ he says, and I roll my eyes. ‘You ate more,’ I retort, and he rolls his eyes. We spent an hour in McDonald’s, eating and chatting. Jungkook opened up after a while, and I realised he’s actually a really nice guy, witty and sweet. But, unfortunately, the nice guy just isn’t my thing. But, still, he intrigues me, and I get the sudden urge to invite him in. So I do. ‘Um, why?’ he asks, and I roll my eyes again. ‘Why not? The night’s still young. We could watch a film, or something,’ I say, and he hesitates. ‘I don’t bite, Kook,’ I say, and he sighs. ‘Okay,’ he gives in and we climb out of the car, heading into the building. We take the lift in a comfortable silence, heading into our darkened apartment. I slip off my heels, Jungkook slipping off his black velvet Puma x Fenty Creepers as he shuts the door behind him. ‘Make yourself comfortable, get yourself a drink from the kitchen, watch the TV. Help yourself to whatever, I’m just going to the toilet,’ I say, heading into the bathroom. I sit down on the toilet, contemplating why I’ve invited him back to my apartment despite him having absolutely no kind of interest in me in any sort. Friendship wise, maybe, but definitely not sexually. I’m surprised he even agreed to get food with me after seeing the way I treated his hyungs, let alone come back to my apartment. He’s definitely a confusing guy. When I go back into the living room, he’s watching a football match on the TV. ‘Football? Really? You’re just as bad as Jihyo,’ I joke, taking a seat beside him. ‘We can watch something else if you like,’ he offers, handing me the remote, and I sigh. ‘God, Jeon Jungkook, stop being such a pushover. Have a backbone, will you?’ I complain, and then the tables turn completely.

He pushes me down onto the sofa, his body hovering over me and his face a few inches from mine. ‘A pushover, huh? Is that what you think I am? God, y/n, I’d heard you were sly and cunning and clever, that you could read people easily, but you disproved that with me. I think you need to be taken down a few pegs, don’t you?’ he says, his voice low and confident, his eyes not breaking contact with mine. My mouth moves but no words come out, seeing as I’m in complete shock. ‘Speechless now, are we, darling? You’ve had an awful lot to say all evening, why not now?’ he asks, one hand holding himself up, the other ghosting down the side of my body. ‘Kook, I’m confused,’ I whisper. ‘You thought you’d walk all over me, right? You thought I was scared and intimidated by you, huh? You thought wrong, babe. I’m not wrapped around your finger like my hyungs are,’ he says before moving off me, standing up beside the sofa. ‘Bedroom. Now,’ he instructs, and I practically jump up off the sofa, heading towards the bedroom. Jungkook follows behind, shutting the door behind us, turning on the lamp that sits on my desk, setting a dim warm glow over the room. ‘You’re such a bad girl, y/n. Prancing around in these tight and skimpy clothes, being unsure of my name, making me take you up to Jimin hyung so you could hook up with him, not even knowing I was in your class. So rude to my hyungs, playing them like fools. They can’t see through you like I can, darling. You need someone to teach you a lesson, need to be punished, don’t you?’ he says, his voice low and his appearance completely transformed, no longer a timid and stuttering boy, but a formidable and intimidating man. ‘Answer me when I ask you a question, y/n,’ he demands. ‘Yes, Kook, yes,’ I reply shakily, our eyes locked over the small gap between us.

‘On your knees, baby girl,’ he instructs, and I drop to my knees instantly. I admire him from my position on the floor, the white t-shirt tucked into the blue jeans, the designer belt holding them up around his tiny waist, dark chocolate locks spilling out onto his forehead, flawless vanilla skin. He walks over to me, the bulge in his jeans right in front of my face. I lick my lips in anticipation, and he chuckles. ‘Look at you, excited to have me in your mouth. Such a dirty girl,’ he growls, unzipping his jeans and pushing them midway down his thighs along with his boxers, his hardening length springing free against his t-shirt. He’s long and thick, his head swollen and red, already leaking precum. He takes his length into his vascular hand, pumping himself a few times, and I feel my mouth watering at the sight. He lets out a low groan as he pleases himself, his head tilting back, and I can feel the wetness pooling in my pants. ‘You ready, babe?’ he says, glancing down at me, and I nod, my lip caught between my mouth. I part my lips, ready, and he chuckles. ‘Go ahead, y/n. Show me why my hyungs love you so much,’ he says, his hand moving away, and I lick my lips with a grin.

I spit onto my hands and run them up and down his length before taking his head into my mouth. I swirl my tongue around his tip, his salty precum tasting much better than the McDonald’s I’d just scoffed down, before pulling him back out with a pop. I place my tongue at the base of his length, licking up the vein until I reach his head again, the shaky breaths from him heavenly. ‘Stop teasing me, y/n,’ he growls, and I listen to him, taking him as far into my mouth as I can. He groans, head thrown back as he knots his hands into my hair, my head slowly bobbing up and down on his length. ‘Fuck, y/n, god,’ he groans as I increase my pace, my hands playing with his balls, saliva beginning to drip down my chin. ‘Your mouth’s so good, babe. No wonder my hyungs are so whipped for such a dirty, naughty girl. You don’t even call them your oppas, don’t call me your oppa. So naughty,’ he groans, his words only spurring me on further, my pace increasing. I hollow out my cheeks to try and fit more of him in but still, my lips are nowhere near his base. ‘Take me all the way in, y/n,’ he demands. ‘I can’t,’ I reply, my voice muffled, the vibrations of my words causing his abdomen to contract. ‘You can, and you will,’ he spits, deciding to take control. He begins thrusting into my mouth, his head hitting the back of my mouth, and I try to supress the gags that are forcing their way up my throat. I grip onto his strong thighs as he relentlessly thrusts into my mouth, trying to keep my head still as he makes a mess of me. His groans and grunts go straight to my core, and one of my hands travels down to between my legs, rubbing through the material of my shorts and bodysuit to try to find some kind of release. ‘Fuck, y/n, I’m gonna cum,’ he groans, his thrusts increasing in speed and force, my eyes beginning to water. I try to stop from moaning around his length, knowing it’ll only get me into trouble, as he twitches in my mouth. I look up at him through my eyelashes, and his eyes lock with mine. ‘Fuck, baby, you look so good choking on my cock,’ he says, his vulgar words making my moan, and then I feel his cum spurting against the back of my throat, our eyes still locked. He moans as he thrusts into my mouth, more of his release spilling into my mouth with each one, until he’s done. ‘Swallow it all, y/n,’ he instructs, my hands still rubbing at my core, and I swallow around him. He pulls out of my mouth and I part my lips, showing him my now empty mouth. He nods as he pulls up his boxers and jeans again, taking in the tears and saliva dripping down my mouth, before his eyes land on the hand between my legs.

‘Are you touching yourself, darling?’ he asks, and I nod with a moan. ‘Up,’ he demands, and I get up instantly. He takes a seat on my bed, his back against the headboard, and pats his thigh. I sit on his thigh and he shakes his head. ‘Face the other way,’ he says, so I turn, my reflection in my floor to ceiling wall staring back at me in the dim light. ‘Such a dirty girl, aren’t you, y/n? Touching yourself while you’re supposed to be pleasing me? That desperate, are you, baby? Well, you can please yourself now,’ he says, his mouth at my neck, eyes locked with mine in the mirror. ‘Go ahead, babe, ride my thigh,’ he prompts, the dirty words going straight to my core, and I don’t think twice, instantly beginning to grind down on his strong thigh. I lean one hand on the bed for support, Jungkook’s vascular hands on my waist, our eyes still locked in the mirror. ‘Faster, baby girl. I wanna hear how good you feel,’ he says, and I let out a moan as I grind down on his thigh, my head thrown back. He flexes his thigh suddenly, the feeling having me moaning out his name, and then I hear the front door being unlocked, knowing it must be Jihyo. I stop moving, ready to do what I always do when Jihyo gets back, which is kick the boy out, but I hesitate with Jungkook.

‘Did I tell you to stop, babe?’ the boy asks, his low voice sending shivers through me, and I begin grinding down on his thigh again, still able to feel him through my shorts, bodysuit and pants, and when his mouth begins pulling at the skin of my neck, my head falls back onto his shoulder. ‘Fuck, Kook, feels so good,’ I moan quietly, and he chuckles at my neck. ‘Louder, babe, I don’t care if your roommate hears,’ he growls, his hands beginning to guide me, flexing his thigh every few seconds. ‘Fuck, Jungkook!’ I shout out, and he grins. ‘That’s more like it, baby,’ he says, pleasure coursing through my veins. ‘I want you to cum, y/n,’ he growls into my neck, and I moan at his words, his hands moving my waist back and forth. ‘Look at yourself,’ he says, and I do as he says, seeing the way my lips are parted and swollen, my face glowing with perspiration, my hair a curly mess around my face. ‘Look at you, babe, so fucked out, and all you’ve had is my thigh. So fucking beautiful. God, the thought of your roommate hearing you moan for me turns me on so much, fuck,’ he groans, my head falling back against his shoulder. Jungkook begins bouncing his thigh, the feeling pushing me over the edge, and I feel myself coming undone. ‘Fuck, Jungkook!’ I shout as my orgasm washes over me, my head still against his shoulder, and he moves me against his thigh slowly, waiting until I’ve come down from my high.

‘Such a good girl, so beautiful,’ he says as I climb off his thigh and off the bed. ‘Come here, baby girl,’ he says, pulling me closer towards him so I stand with my legs pressed up against the bed. His long fingers skilfully untie my shorts and I wonder how many times he’s done this before, seemingly experienced. He pushes them down my legs and I step out of them. ‘Wait. What’s this?’ he asks, pulling at my bodysuit, and I laugh, undoing the buttons between my legs. He grins up at me as he pulls it up over my head, leaving me in just my black lace underwear. ‘Look at this pretty underwear. Who was this for, huh, y/n? Jimin?’ he asks, and I shake my head. ‘Namjoon,’ I say, and he shakes his head. ‘You planned to fuck Namjoon, but you couldn’t find him, so you settled for Jimin?’ he asks. ‘No, it’s not like that. It was… Namjoon’s turn,’ I say, already knowing he’ll take the piss. ‘His turn? You keep track of who’s next?’ he asks, chuckling, and I have the graciousness to look embarrassed. ‘Well, I promise you, I’ll definitely be fucking up that schedule,’ he says, pulling me back down onto the bed. He pulls me in between his legs, my back against his chiselled torso, the two of us looking at each other in the mirror. ‘You’re so beautiful, baby. You shouldn’t give yourself to all these different boys, they don’t deserve you,’ he whispers, fingers lightly gliding up my legs and to my stomach, lips moving against the side of my neck, eyes still on mine in the mirror.

Without warning, one of his hands delves into my pants, one long finger sliding up my slit. I moan out, head back and eyes fluttering closed as he takes his hand back out. ‘Look at me, baby,’ he says, and I watch as he slips his finger into his mouth. The sight has my stomach tightening and I bite at my lip as he takes his finger back out of his mouth. He holds it up in front of my mouth and, obligingly, I part my lips, taking his finger in. He tastes amazing, something sweet with the aftertaste of beer and the caramel frappe we’d just shared. ‘You taste so good, babe, I wanna taste you,’ he says, watching as he takes his finger back out of my mouth. ‘Please, Kook,’ I moan, and he chuckles. ‘So needy, babe. Are you this needy for my hyungs, huh?’ he asks. ‘No, Jungkook, only you,’ I reply, and he grins at me. He turns my chin to face him and presses his lips to mine, our mouths instantly moving against each other, tongues sliding together. His hand travels down into my pants again and he plunges a finger between my folds. I moan into the kiss as he slowly pumps the finger in and out of me, curling it against my walls. He adds another finger a moment later, his thumb slowly beginning to circle my clit, the feeling numbing my mind. ‘Jungkook, more,’ I moan out against his lips, and he adds another finger, chuckling lowly into my mouth. He slowly builds his pace, breaking apart from me to watch me in the mirror, and my feet curl into the bedsheets, my hands gripping onto his strong thighs. His thumb presses down on my clit, his fingers pumping in and out of me, taking small intervals to spread my slick around my folds before delving straight back in again. After one particularly satisfying curl of his fingers, my head falls into the curve of his neck, my mouth open in a loud moan of his name, my nails digging into the flesh of his thighs through his jeans, and he hisses, his movements stopping.

‘Ah, babe, your nails,’ he says breathlessly. ‘Sorry,’ I say, my hands relaxing instantly, and he laughs. ‘Don’t be, I like it,’ he replies against my ear, his fingers beginning again. All too soon, I feel myself hurtling towards my orgasm once more, my legs twitching as I continue clutching onto his thighs. ‘Jungkook, I’m gonna cum,’ I moan, and he stops his movements. ‘You wanna cum, babe?’ he asks, and I nod at him in the mirror, putting on my most innocent face. ‘Words, baby girl,’ he prompts with a sly grin, and I discard my pride. ‘Yes, Jungkook, please, your fingers feel so good,’ I reply, and he lets out a low moan beside my ear at my words. ‘Then fuck yourself on my hand until you do, babe,’ he growls shamelessly, his words rushing straight to my core, and without even thinking about it, I begin grinding down onto his hand, the pads of his fingers scraping against my walls, his thumb being pushed against my clit. ‘Fuck, y/n, you look so hot fucking yourself on my fingers. Shit, I’ll cum in my pants at this rate,’ he groans, eyes darting up and down my body in the mirror, my head tilted back against his shoulder as I grind down against him. ‘Fuck, Jungkook, I’m gonna cum,’ I nearly scream, my exclamation punctuated by a shout from Jihyo, ‘Can you two keep it down in there?’ I fall still on his hand, and he chuckles. ‘I didn’t fucking tell you stop, y/n. If you don’t start fucking yourself on my hand again, I’ll have you hump your fucking pillow instead,’ he growls into my ear, his crude words making me resume my movements. Only seconds later, I can feel myself coming undone, shouting out his name uncontrollably. ‘Fuck you, y/n, you freaky bitch!’ I hear Jihyo shout followed by the slamming of the front door, indicating she’s gone out, the two of us laughing lightly. ‘Good girl, y/n. Fuck, my hand’s soaked,’ he says, pulling his hand out from my saturated pants and licking his fingers clean. ‘God, you taste so fucking good,’ he groans, eyes closed, and head tilted back.

He looks so beautiful, and I can’t believe I doubted his appearance earlier. His silky hair is now pasted down with perspiration, his dark eyes dilated and sparkling, his skin glowing in the dim light. He’s completely transformed into a new person, someone that definitely coincides with my type of guy. ‘Think you’re ready for me, babe?’ he asks, less of a question than a challenge, and I nod at him in the mirror, the feral grin that appears on his face doing unimaginable things to me. ‘How do you want me, Kook?’ I ask, and he ponders this for a moment, tugging his lower lip between his teeth, the sight making my stomach clench in lust. ‘Are you up for something… different?’ he asks with a smile, my eyebrow raising in amusement. ‘What kind of different?’ I ask, and his smile widens. ‘Have you tried standing up before?’ he asks, and I roll my eyes. ‘Obviously,’ I reply, and his smile grows even more, if that’s possible. ‘Then this shouldn’t be too hard for you,’ he says, both of us climbing up from the bed. He pulls his t-shirt up over his head as I unzip his jeans, pushing them down his legs, watching as he steps out of them, pulling off his socks in the process too. His body is a masterpiece, all flawlessly tanned skin and hard muscles, tiny waist and broad chest, strong thighs and built arms. ‘Okay, how have I not noticed you before? You’re, like, the best-looking guy I’ve seen in my life,’ I say, and he chuckles, becoming slightly embarrassed. ‘Honestly, Kook, I’m not kidding. You’re so goddamn good-looking, and your body is fantastic. And you’re actually a great person too, not a superficial walking dick like most of the boys here,’ I say, and he shakes his head. ‘Don’t be ridiculous. I’m nothing compared to you,’ he says, motioning to my body, and my jaw drops open. ‘Are you kidding me? You’re gorgeous. I’m literally fucking swooning over you,’ I say, and he laughs embarrassedly, scratching the back of his neck. ‘Stop, you flatter me too much. And besides, every guy on campus would kill to get into your pants, y/n. You’re like some sort of goddess around here,’ he says, and I roll my eyes with a small smile. ‘Okay, as much as I’d like to convince you that you’re an otherworldly looking guy, I really don’t want to get stuck in a compliment battle when we’re literally about to fuck,’ I say, and he lets out a laugh.

I step towards him, getting up on my tiptoes and pressing my lips to his, feeling him smiling against my mouth as his hands appear at the clasp of my bra. He expertly flicks it open, pulling it off me, and his large, calloused hands appear at my breasts, rolling my nipples in his fingers. I moan out against his mouth and he grins before pulling away. ‘Best noise I’ve ever heard. You’re gonna have to send me a voice note of you moaning, baby girl, because I really don’t think there’s anything I’d rather listen to,’ he says, and I laugh at his words. ‘Have you got condoms?’ he asks, and I nod, pulling one out of my bedside table. I pull his boxers down to his ankles, ripping open the package as he steps out of the material. I roll the condom down onto his hard length, his breathing hitching in his throat at the contact, and he pumps himself as I pull my pants off. He turns me around so I face the mirror, the tall boy stood behind me, and we lock eyes in the mirror. ‘If this hurts or it’s uncomfortable, tell me straight away, okay?’ he says, and I nod as he moves as close as he possibly can. ‘Bend your leg up to your chest, babe,’ he says, and I do so, one of his arms snaking around me to hold it in place from under the knee. ‘Ready?’ he asks, and I nod, heat pulsating in anticipation. We both watch hungrily in the mirror as he slowly slides his length all the way in to me, the feeling of being more full than ever before having me moaning out. ‘Fuck, y/n, stop clenching, I’m gonna fucking cum straight away,’ he says, and I try to relax my muscles, getting used to the feeling of him inside me. ‘Can I move?’ he asks, and I nod eagerly. He slowly begins thrusting in and out of me, one hand digging into my waist and the other holding my leg up. We both let out low moans and groans, watching the lewd actions in the mirror with keen eyes, but it’s not long before I’m impatient and wanting him to speed up. ‘Faster, Jungkook,’ I urge, and he chuckles. ‘So much for me thinking I’ll be a gentlemanly and start slowly,’ he says, not giving me a chance to reply before he pulls almost the entire way out. With a rough thrust, he slams all the way back into me, and I let out a loud cry of his name, head falling back onto his shoulder. Again and again, he fucks me from behind, his thrusts hard and fast, his hips snapping up against my back. Moans and whimpers of his name repeatedly fall from between my lips, tears beginning to form in the corners of my eyes at the intense pleasure.

‘Look at you, screaming my name like a desperate slut when you didn’t even know it a couple hours ago. Letting me fuck this tight pussy after choking on my cock like a good little girl. You’re such a good girl for me, y/n. Not like this for other boys, are you?’ he asks, his words mixed with his cock filling me up repeatedly having my slick dripping down my leg, the image clear as day in the mirror. ‘Answer my fucking question, y/n,’ he growls, not letting up with the furious pace, and I can feel myself already nearing my third orgasm of the night. ‘No, Jungkook, only you,’ I moan out, the pornographic images in the mirror having me nearly at the edge. ‘Jungkook, I’m gonna cum,’ I cry out after a particularly hard thrust, feeling the knot in my stomach tightening considerably. ‘Not until I say you can,’ he says, his voice strained from the effort of holding me and himself up, but unfortunately, I’m unable to exercise any kind of self-control. I hit my orgasm with a scream of his name, shaking in his arms, and he continues to relentlessly thrust into me, even after I’ve come down from my high. ‘Only a minute ago, I was saying how good you were, and now you go and disobey me?’ he says, his words interrupted by low groans, our eyes locked in the mirror as he slows down slightly. ‘Sorry, Kook,’ I say shakily, my breathing laboured, and he grins. ‘I’ll make you sorry,’ he says before his pace increases again, even faster than it was before.

The overstimulation kicks in, my sensitivity having tears pouring down my face. ‘Jungkook, I can’t,’ I cry out, my weakening body falling back against his. ‘You wanted to be a greedy slut and cum before I let you, so this is your punishment. Take it like a good girl, and I might be nice,’ he growls, his head of his cock repeatedly hitting the soft spongy part inside me. ‘Rub yourself,’ he prompts, watching me in the mirror, and I know he’s revelling in my wrecked appearance, knowing he’s the cause of the tears falling down my flushed face. ‘I can’t,’ I breathe out, and his grip on my waist tightens. ‘I’m not gonna fucking tell you again, y/n. Rub your fucking clit like the slut you are,’ he spits out and one of my hands begins rubbing slowly at my clit, not daring to disobey him again. ‘That’s a good girl,’ he says with a smile, and I can feel myself nearing my orgasm already, surprised he doesn’t seem close as well. His pace is relentless, hips repeatedly snapping up to my back, filling me up to bursting point. The only sound in the room is our moans and skin slapping against skin, the smell of sex stronger than I’ve ever encountered before. The mixed sensations of him fucking me and my hand rubbing slowly at my clit have me moaning every few seconds, sounding more like a porn star than ever. ‘I’m close, y/n,’ he says, the hand that’s on my waist slapping my hand away and taking its spot, only his pace and much faster than mine, hand furiously rubbing at my clit. ‘Fuck, Jungkook!’ I scream out, head falling back onto his shoulder, his mouth right beside my ear so I can hear all of his moans and grunts at full volume, the sounds only pushing me closer to the edge. ‘Cum for me, y/n,’ he prompts, and almost as though my body is hanging on his every word, my orgasm washes over me. I scream out his name at top volume, body convulsing against him, and he reaches his orgasm then, moaning out my name, continuing to thrust into me as his hand rubs at my clit. Once he’s come down from his high, he pulls out of me slowly, the feeling of emptiness having me shivering as he puts down my leg. He pulls off his now full condom and throws it away as I lay down on the bed, breathing heavily after having four orgasms.

‘Hold on, babe, don’t get comfortable. I’m not done with you yet,’ he says from where he stands beside the bed, grinning down at me. ‘What?’ I breathe out, confused as he settles himself on the bed between my legs, lying on his front. ‘I’m a perfectionist, and it physically pains me to leave your orgasms at such an… odd number,’ he says with a smirk. ‘Four’s even,’ I say pointedly, wondering if he has memory loss. ‘I know, but five is just so much better, don’t you think?’ he says, looking up at me with a grin as he pulls my legs apart, licking his lips at the sight of my glistening core, soaked with my multiple releases. ‘Jungkook. I can’t take anymore,’ I sigh as he leaves open mouthed kisses up my thighs. ‘But you’ve been handling it so well, you’ve been so good for me,’ he says, slowly pushing a finger between my folds. ‘Please, Jungkook, I can’t,’ I whine out, the overstimulation all too much as he pumps in and out of me slowly. ‘Listen to me, y/n. I am gonna eat your sweet little pussy until I’ve had enough, and you are gonna cum on my tongue like the good little slut you are. Understand?’ he growls, looking up at me in the dim light, and I nod, his words persuading me instantly. ‘Yes, Jungkook,’ I reply, and he grins. He doesn’t waste any time, licking a stripe up my slit as his finger continues pumping in and out of me. ‘Ah, Jungkook,’ I breathe out, the weakness of the overstimulation beginning to ebb away, replaced by waves of pleasure washing over me. His finger disappears, replaces by his tongue dipping between my folds, lapping up my slick. ‘You taste so fucking good, y/n, better than any other girl I’ve tasted,’ he praises, the vibrations of his words against my pussy having me moaning. He laps at my core like he hasn’t eaten for days, moans and whimpers falling from between my lips every few seconds. My fingers tangle into his dark silky locks, pulling him as close as possible, head thrown back into the pillow, feet digging in to the mattress. I can feel his eyes scanning me as his mouth works wonders at my core, my orgasm drawing ever closer. ‘Fuck, Jungkook, more,’ I moan, and I feel him grin against me. ‘Complaining that you couldn’t handle anymore a minute ago, and now look at you. Begging for more, like a greedy little slut,’ he chuckles before three of his fingers push into me, curling inside me deliciously. ‘Yes, Jungkook, feels so good,’ I cry out, tears streaming down my face now, and he begins sucking at my clit, fingers pumping in and out of me rapidly. ‘Fuck, Kook, I’m gonna cum,’ I moan out, and he speeds up even more. ‘Come on, y/n, cum for me,’ he says, his fingers disappearing, replaced by his mouth, tongue furiously lapping at me, lips tugging at my folds. His fingers and tongue dip in and out of my folds, my moans loud and frequent, and when his nose begins nudging against my clit, I feel myself coming undone. ‘Cum for me, baby girl,’ he urges, and my orgasm washes over me as I scream out his name.

Once I’ve come down from my high, I look down at Jungkook to see him licking off his fingers appreciatively. ‘You did so well, babe,’ he praises, getting up from between my legs and pulling his boxers back on. ‘Where do you keep your towels?’ he asks, and I take a few deep breath before answering, weak and exhausted. ‘In the cupboard under the sink in my en suite,’ I reply, pointing to the door. He disappears for a moment, coming back with a towel. He wipes my face clean of the sweat first, then my chest, before cleaning between my legs. I smile at him weakly, too tired to speak. ‘Go to the toilet now, babe, then you can sleep,’ he says, and I shakily climb out of the bed, knees weak. I go for a quick wee before washing my hands and splashing some water over my face. When I go back into the bedroom, Jungkook is standing awkwardly in the middle of the room. ‘You’re staying, right?’ I ask, throat hoarse, and he passes me the bottle of water sat atop my nightstand. ‘If you want me to,’ he says as I take a gulp from the bottle, handing it back appreciatively. ‘I do want you to. You’re unlike anyone I’ve ever met. That was the best dick I’ve had in my life. I don’t want us to be a one-time thing,’ I say honestly, and he grins. ‘God, this is not how I thought tonight would go but it couldn’t have gone any better,’ he says, and I smile as he gets comfortable in my bed, leaning against the headboard with his eyes on me. I take a pair of clean pants out of my drawer, pulling them on, before picking up Jungkook’s white t-shirt from the floor. ‘Mind if I wear this?’ I ask, and he shakes his head with a lazy grin. I pull it over my head and climb into the bed with him.

‘Are you gonna leave in the morning? Like, early?’ I ask as we lie down, both on our sides, face to face. ‘Well, we have a lecture at 11 so we need to be up for that, and I want to shower and put on clean clothes,’ he says. ‘You can shower here. And Jihyo’s boyfriend leaves his clothes here all the time, I washed some of them yesterday. You can take some of his,’ I say, and laughs. ‘That eager to be with me, huh?’ he jokes, and I realise how desperate I sound. I don’t feel embarrassed by it, though. I’m actually relieved if I’m honest. Yes, I enjoy what I do, I get a kick out of it. But there was always that part of me that worried about myself. Don’t get me wrong, I don’t have some kind of dark backstory. No cheating ex or anything. I just grew up in a loveless household. My parents hated each other, my siblings hated them, my parents didn’t show us much love, my siblings were in toxic relationships. I was the youngest, and growing up in a household that was empty of all love wasn’t weird for me because it was all I’d ever known. Not until I reached my last year of high school, and all my friends were in relationships, compared to me who’d never even had a crush, did I worry that it’d had some kind of psychological affect on me. But I supressed my worries and, when I started university, I acted on the only kind of impulses I’d ever felt; sexual ones. I’ve always tried to ignore the internal worries that I’m unable to love, but sometimes it gets too much. So to feel this way towards Jungkook, an attraction that isn’t purely physical, it excites me. Maybe I’m not so fucked up after all. ‘I am. I’ve never met anyone like you,’ I say again, and he smiles. ‘Same for you,’ he replies, pressing a gentle kiss to my forehead. ‘Okay, you really need to go to sleep now because we’ve got to wake up early and you must be tired,’ he says concernedly, and I laugh gently. ‘Don’t flatter yourself,’ I joke, and he chuckles. ‘I don’t have to, you did it for me,’ he replies, and I grin. ‘Touché,’ I laugh. ‘How do you sleep?’ he asks. ‘I’m a cuddler,’ I reply, and he grins. ‘Same,’ he says, pulling me towards him. I rest my head on his toned chest, my arm thrown over his torso, and his arms are around me. ‘Goodnight, y/n,’ he says, pressing a gentle kiss to my forehead. I smile contentedly before replying, ‘goodnight, Jungkook.’

‘Shall I tell you something?’ I say before spraying my face with setting spray, eyes and mouth closed. ‘I mean, it depends on what it is you want to tell me. A compliment or something, sure. You wanting me to get out of the house, no, no thank you,’ Jungkook says from where he’s lying across my bed in his jeans from last night and a Thrasher hoodie of Jihyo’s boyfriend’s. His hair is fluffy and soft after his brief shower this morning and he’s wearing his glasses that he went and got from his car ten minutes ago. ‘Shut up and just say yes,’ I say, inspecting my appearance in the mirror. I’m quite impressed with myself; Jungkook woke me up an hour ago and I’ve already showered and done a full face, as well as being dressed. I’m virtually ready to leave, and it’s only 10.14. ‘Yes,’ he says with a grin, watching me in the mirror. ‘When I saw you at the party yesterday, I thought you looked like a 15-year-old anime-club kid,’ I admit, and he lets out a loud surprised laugh, almost as though my words caught him off-guard. ‘I was thinking, that you were cute, but not really my type,’ I say. ‘What is your type?’ he asks intrigued. ‘Rich guy I met at his yacht party who drives a Rolls Royce, or college student that lives off Cheetos and Red Bull. But then, last night, when we… you know, I thought that you looked like the rich-yacht-Rolls Royce kinda guy. And now, you look like the college-Cheetos-Red Bull kinda guy. Like, you’re so versatile,’ I say, and he laughs again. ‘Get you a guy that can do all 3,’ Jungkook says, and I laugh before getting up from my vanity table. ‘Do you wanna grab a Starbucks or something before our lecture starts?’ I ask Jungkook, who nods, climbing up from the bed. And then I spot it.

My calendar, hanging on the wall beside my mirror. Today’s date having a note on it, written in black. Lecture’s at 10, not 11. ‘Jungkook,’ I say, pointing at the note. I watch him read it before his eyes meet mine. Both of us utter a word at the same time, the perfect word, one could say, for the ridiculously stupid situation we are stuck in, which is showing up late (to a course that is 30% attendance/punctuality) together (which will leave people wondering why infamous y/n and shy frat boy Jeon Jungkook are showing up to a lecture together, late no less); ‘shit.’

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wishyourgirlfriend · 7 years ago

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Jihyo x Reader, High School! AU

Some angst, some fluff, idk man

Word Count: 1958

Written by Admin LJ

(Author’s Note: Had a lot of fun writing this, so I hope you all like it! Proofreading was rough, it’s 2:20 AM and it’s so hard focusing on a computer screen when tired, so forgive me for any mistakes! Also, to any Pristin stans, Happy Roa Day :’) )

You and Jihyo had been practically inseparable since the very first day you met each other. When you moved just down the road from Jihyo and her family when you were little, her mother was kind enough to come over and introduce herself, and, upon seeing you, was overjoyed knowing that her daughter had someone around her age to play with that summer.

Your mother and Jihyo’s mother set up a playdate only a few days later, and that was the first time you ever met Jihyo- she was a small, shy girl, holding onto her mother for dear life during your first introduction, but with every playdate your parents set up, Jihyo opened up more and more. You saw early on that despite her initial timid behavior, she always wore a bright smile on her face that never failed to bring one to your own. She was quiet sometimes, yes, but she still had a big personality that clicked so well with yours.

From then on, you were always by Jihyo’s side. In and out of school, you were always seen together, holding hands as you crossed the street on the way home, racing down the block in an effort to see who was faster- it was all good fun, and anyone who ever crossed paths with the two of you knew your friendship would last a lifetime and then some.

You two had grown so close to each other in your early school years that you began to introduce Jihyo as your “girlfriend” when people would ask who she was. Of course, you were young and no one took it seriously, but folks let you have your fun, and giggled when you’d kiss Jihyo on the cheek like a “girlfriend” should. What they didn’t realize is that you really thought of Jihyo as your girlfriend, and she thought of you as hers.

As you grew older, you and Jihyo found different interests and fell in with different crowds, and of course, the “girlfriend” show was dropped over time, but not once did that change your relationship with her. You two were still the best of friends, leaving classmates wondering how, despite how different you were from each other, you two remained so close. The bond you had with Jihyo was unbreakable, and you always, always made time for each other, no matter what.

You were in the seventh grade when a mutual friend dared you to kiss Jihyo at her birthday party. It was typical preteen shenanigans, when birthday parties consisted on corny games and gossip about cute boys, and this was a part that came with it all. You were surprised, of course, because you were a girl and so was Jihyo, and you had only ever seen girls kissing boys. It was a new seed that was planted in your mind from that moment forward, despite your playful girlfriend antics when you were younger, and with a small rush of bravery, you pecked Jihyo on the lips quickly, your cheeks bright red out of embarrassment. Through the gasps of your friends, Jihyo just giggled, and it made you think that yeah, maybe kissing girls was okay after all.

After the whole kissing incident, you found yourself, if possible, even closer to Jihyo than you had ever been before. At that point, you felt connected to her in a new way, as you were each other’s first kiss (though, it was hardly a real kiss), and it opened up a whole new level of trust between you two.

In your freshman year, Jihyo had gotten her first serious boyfriend, and that’s when your friendship began to crumble a bit. Now that she had a boyfriend, she was obviously dedicating so much time to him, and, as most young people do, she had a problem managing her time between you and her boyfriend. You began to see Jihyo less and less, and although you did stay on good terms with her, your friendship wasn’t as strong as it used to be.

In the time that Jihyo had a boyfriend, you had your small share of girlfriends, scattered across two years. None of your relationships were serious, and it was always you calling things off- you felt like there was something missing, something that you couldn’t quite place.

Jihyo and her boyfriend broke up towards the end of your junior year of high school. He had been cheating on her, and she caught him right in the act. It was clearly hard on her, but she put on a brave face and pushed forward, which is what brought you together one night at a party at a mutual friend’s house. You weren’t crazy about parties, and you knew Jihyo wasn’t either, but between her break up and your lack of receiving romantic affection, you both needed a distraction, and that’s how, after quite a bit of underage drinking and some fiery glances towards one another, Jihyo had you in the upstairs bedroom, pushed up against the wall, her lips hot against the skin of your neck, hands traveling over every inch of your body. You relished the feeling, and pushed any thoughts of poor consequences far out of your mind for the night as you welcomed the distraction with open arms.

That’s all it was. A distraction.

This continued for months. Your friendship had, in most cases, recovered from the damage it had taken once Jihyo had gotten into a relationship, and the particular benefits that came with your friendship this time were more than welcomed. It was a game to the both of you- just a way to get your mind off things and have some fun, while keeping the friendship you both so desperately wanted to hold on to.

Sleeping with Jihyo had changed things over time, which was unexpected. You first noticed the change when you and Jihyo had been hanging out one summer day, and you found yourself focusing on the tiniest details of Jihyo’s face, your eyes lingering on her lips, entranced by the shape of them. When she caught you staring, your eyes wandered to anywhere but her. Jihyo laughed, but didn’t say anything about it.

You noticed it again when you had a hard time saying goodbye to Jihyo another night, after you drove her home from a trip to the beach to go stargazing. You weren’t sure what your problem was, but a sad feeling lingered in your chest after you dropped her off. It was a different feeling, and you didn’t like it.

The third time you noticed the change was after you and Jihyo had slept together again, and you held her in your arms as she fell asleep, head resting on your chest as you ran your fingers through her hair, softly, comfortingly. You listened to her soft breathing and found it to be music to your ears, and you thought, in this moment, that she was the most beautiful girl you had ever seen.

And when Jihyo’s hand reached for yours in her sleep and snuggled closer, you knew the both of you were screwed.

When senior year had started, you expected Jihyo to go off and find herself another boy to get involved in. You two had been sleeping together all summer, and now that you were back in school with all your classmates, you figured it was time to move on from the fun you two had and continue life as senior students. You wouldn’t blame her if she did want to find herself a boyfriend- sleeping with your best friend could only get you so far in the romance department of life.

What you didn’t expect was for Jihyo to stick around, to keep up the relationship you two had (whatever that was at this point) and show no signs of wanting to back out, which is exactly what happened- Jihyo showed no interest in anybody- no boys, no girls. Just you, or so you thought- you didn’t want to get your hopes up.

“What are we doing?” You finally asked, as you searched for your t-shirt in the mess of clothes that littered Jihyo’s floor the night before. It was Tuesday, and both of you had to get ready for school, but only you were stressing about getting to class on time.

Jihyo, who was wrapped up in her blankets, rolled over to look at you. “What do you mean?” She asked sleepily, snuggling into her pillows. She looked as though she was ready to go back to sleep, and you couldn’t blame her- you were just as tired as she was.

“This.” You motioned between the two of you. “Us. What are we doing?”

“We’re sleeping together.” Jihyo stated bluntly, and you rolled your eyes.

“No shit,” You deadpanned, shaking your head, “but is that really it? Are we just sleeping together?”

Jihyo fell silent, and you stood there, in front of the bed, half dressed, eyes staring at the tired girl in bed. You wanted an answer, because you couldn’t keep this up any longer- you had feelings for Jihyo, and sleeping with her became worse of decision every time.

A part of you wished that things didn’t turn out this way- whether it was from the start, where you had first slept with Jihyo, or when you started to develop feelings- it was just something that shouldn’t have come to be. It was a dangerous game, and your friendship was potentially at risk.

“I don’t know…” Jihyo mumbled finally, sitting up from her spot in bed. She looked at you, her dark, tired eyes falling on you, on your body, on your own eyes, and then the sheets in front of her. “I’m not sure,” she continued, pulling her knees up to her chest, “what this is anymore.”

You gave a slight nod in agreement. “Me either.” You sat down on the edge of the bed, staring at the ground as you thought of what to say. What should you say? Should you tell her how you feel? Or should you cut whatever you two were doing out of the picture? “Do you want something else out of this?” You questioned slowly, as if testing the words on your tongue.

Her answer was quiet, just a whisper. “Yeah.”

You nodded slowly, eyes falling on Jihyo, in her bedhead, bare faced glory, drinking in the sight of her. “Me too. I want us to be more than what we’re doing now.” The truth, you realized, was that just like when you were little, you wanted Jihyo to be your girlfriend. You were older now, more mature, and you knew the importance that came with the term, but it was her. It was always her. “Can we be together? Like, officially together, not just sleeping together, but like, in a romantic sense where I can buy you flowers and call you my girlfriend and-”

“Yes.” Jihyo cut you off, reaching out to you, taking your hand in hers. She grinned, eyes sparkling like you’d never seen before. “Yes.” She repeated, pulling you to her, lips meeting yours in a soft kiss that spoke more than any amount of words could. It was a short, sweet kiss, but it had your head spinning like you had just done a million cartwheels. “Come here.” Jihyo whispered with a smile, pulling you back down on the bed with her, snuggling into the crook of your neck, her arm wrapped around your middle.

You let out a content sigh, and the thought of being late for class escaped you as you pulled Jihyo closer, your heart racing as you planted a gentle kiss on her forehead.

This was how it was supposed to be.

#jihyo #jihyo imagines #jihyo scenarios #twice imagines #twice scenarios #twice reactions #high school au #park jihyo #twice #twice jihyo #jyp #jyp twice #fluff #angst

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hey uh. here’s this unfinished twice college au i’m working on

“You’re no fun, unnie!” Dahyun says, far more loudly than necessary for the small room. “No fun!”

“How am I ‘no fun’ when I let you guys get drunk in my room off of my alcohol?” Jeongyeon asks exasperatedly.

“No fun! No fun!” Dahyun and Tzuyu chant together, and Sana and Momo soon join in. Traitors.

“Fine,” she groans. “Never have I ever… I dunno, sucked a dick.”

Sana, Momo, Mina, and Jihyo all put down fingers.

“This game’s not fair,” Momo whines. “I have to put down fingers for the guy stuff and the girl stuff! I only have two fingers left!”

“I don’t know, Momo,” Nayeon says from where she’s sipping wine on Jeongyeon’s bed. “I think two fingers sounds like just the right amount.”

The room fills with laughter and cheers, except for Momo, who fixes Nayeon with her most sultry smile.

“Now you’re the one who’s no fun,” she says. “I think three fingers would be better.”

Jeongyeon groans and buries her face in her hands. She hears Dahyun erupt into hysterical giggles next to her, then feels her collapse against her shoulder. Someone (Chaeyoung, she thinks) screams “Ewwwwwww!”

“Stop flirting, you two!” Jihyo says. “It’s Chaeyoung’s turn.”

Nayeon and Momo burst into simultaneous protests of “We weren’t flirting!” Dahyun’s still laughing against Jeongyeon’s shoulder, and she rolls her eyes fondly.

“I mean, as long as we’re on the subject,” Chaeyoung says, “never have I ever had sex with a girl.”

Jeongyeon puts down a finger. Unsurprisingly, everyone else except Tzuyu and Sana does the same.

“Awww,” Nayeon coos. “The two babies and the token straight!”

Chaeyoung and Tzuyu start loudly complaining about being called babies, but Jeongyeon’s too distracted by Sana’s sudden pretty flush to bother listening. Her cheeks get pink so easily when she’s been drinking or when she’s embarrassed, and with the combination of the two, her face is practically glowing. It’s fucking adorable, and Jeongyeon maybe hates herself a little. Straight girl crushes are the worst.

Sana looks up and catches her gaze for a second, and Jeongyeon’s stomach flips. She grabs her drink and takes a long gulp in a hopeless attempt to play it cool.

“Tzuyu’s turn!” Jihyo yells. They all turn to Tzuyu, who’s unnervingly put together despite the fact that she’s on her fifth drink. Jeongyeon’s only had three, and she’s feeling pretty woozy. She’d feel embarrassed about a freshman outdrinking her, but Tzuyu’s abilities in all things seem to exceed those of mere mortals.

“Okay,” Tzuyu says calmly. “Never have I ever masturbated while thinking about someone in this room.”

Chaeyoung screams again, Dahyun collapses into another fit of giggles, and Jihyo yells something about “who corrupted the maknae?!” Jeongyeon, meanwhile, prays ardently for the floor to open up and suck her into the depths of hell where she belongs. Her mind floods with shameful memories of Tuesday night, when she’d rubbed her clit hard and fast while thinking about Sana’s mouth, Sana’s slender waist, Sana’s gorgeous long legs, Sana, Sana, Sana…

Without even realizing it, she looks at Sana across the circle, and Sana--oh God--Sana is staring back, her cheeks even pinker than before. Sana holds Jeongyeon’s gaze and slowly, deliberately, lowers a finger.

...fuck.

“No fair!” Momo’s yelling, and it feels like it’s coming from miles away. “I’m always out first! This game is so biphobic.”

“Jihyo and I are bi too, and we’re never out first,” Mina says reasonably.

Momo glares at her while everyone else cackles. “Our friendship is over.”

“Shut up and drink, bitch!” Nayeon yells, and Momo flips her off before chugging the rest of her beer.

“Hold on,” Dahyun says suddenly, “didn’t Nayeon-unnie put down a finger too?”

Nayeon turns bright red, and once again, cheers and catcalls fill the room. Thankfully, everyone seems too caught up in Nayeon and Momo’s shame to have noticed Sana putting down a finger and Jeongyeon’s brain spilling out of her ears.

She chances another look at Sana. Sana’s not looking at Jeongyeon anymore, laughing along with everyone else at Nayeon and Momo, but the flush has crept down her neck, almost down to where her flowy top reveals the tiniest bit of cleavage and nope, nope, bad idea. Very bad idea.

Sana’s straight, Jeongyeon tells herself sternly. She was probably just experimenting one night to see if she liked the idea of girls. In fact, it was probably a complete coincidence that she was looking at Jeongyeon, and Jeongyeon’s poor gay mind was just playing tricks on her, making her see what she wanted to see. Sana’s straight, everyone knows she is… right?

Then again, Jeongyeon’s (terrible traitorous gay) mind suggests, just because Sana’s never had sex with a girl doesn’t mean she’s straight. Sana had been with the same boyfriend for all of their freshman year and most of their sophomore year, so if she was bi, she wouldn’t have had a chance to hook up with girls. Sana and Mark broke up at the end of last year, though, so now that Sana’s single, maybe…

No. Jeongyeon’s had enough painful straight girl crushes, hooked up with enough straight girls who wanted to “experiment” only to be tossed out the next morning. She won’t let herself get her hopes up. Not again.

Someone’s blasting music now, and Jeongyeon gets up to refill her drink. She’s already tipsy, but she needs to be drunk.

One and a half drinks later, Jeongyeon’s dancing with Dahyun to a SNSD song, screaming the lyrics at the top of her lungs and (almost) drunk and happy enough to forget about Sana. Then Momo, Hirai fucking Momo, picks up an empty bottle of wine and screams, “Let’s play spin the bottle!”

Jeongyeon somehow finds herself in the circle with everyone else, she doesn’t quite remember how. At least Dahyun, bless her heart, had shoved a bottle of hard cider into her hand at some point. Jeongyeon sips on it while she watches Dahyun kiss Chaeyoung, Mina kiss Nayeon and Jihyo kiss Tzuyu (on the cheek, because she’s Jihyo’s baby). Predictably, and probably by some cheating on her part, Momo’s spin lands on Nayeon. She promptly climbs into Nayeon’s lap and starts making out with her. With tongue. Jeongyeon chugs the rest of her cider.

Since Nayeon and Momo seem to have forgotten about the game entirely, they decide to just move onto the next person, who’s--

Oh God.

Sana.

The bottle hasn’t landed on Jeongyeon so far, and she prays fervently to fate and whatever gods may or may not exist that her luck will continue.

Of course, fate tells her to go fuck herself, and the bottle comes to a stop pointing straight at Jeongyeon.

People are cheering and whooping around her, but Jeongyeon’s world narrows down to the hole in the bottom of her stomach and Sana, staring at her yet again from across the circle, an unreadable look on her face.

Then, Sana starts crawling towards her on all fours, and Jeongyeon stops breathing. The world goes quiet around her as Sana comes to a stop, kneeling in front of her. Her eyes are nervous but determined. She licks her lips and leans in, close enough for Jeongyeon to feel her breath on her face--

Jeongyeon stands abruptly, almost knocking Sana over in the process. “Okay, everybody out!” she yells. “It’s late and we’re all drunk! Time for bed.”

Of course, everyone begins whining and grumbling (apart from Nayeon and Momo, who have somehow made it to Jeongyeon’s bed), but with Jihyo’s help she manages to herd everyone else out of her room. “No fun, no fun!” Dahyun and Tzuyu yell on their way out.

Jeongyeon turns to the rather urgent problem of Nayeon and Momo. Momo’s stradling Nayeon on her bed (her bed, for fuck’s sake), moaning like a fucking porn star while Nayeon bites her neck. “Hey! Lovebirds!” she shouts, and they finally look up. “I love you both and I’m glad you finally sorted your shit out, but if you fuck on my bed I will actually kill you.”

They get up, and Nayeon looks at least a little embarrassed with herself. Jihyo pushes them out the door, saying, “I’ll make sure they find a room. Hopefully one of theirs.”

When they’re finally gone, Jeongyeon takes a deep breath and surveys her mess of a room. She starts picking up empty cups and bottles, only to freeze when she hears a quiet cough from behind her. She turns to see Sana standing in doorway, because obviously the universe wants Jeongyeon dead.

“Uh, hey,” Jeongyeon squeaks. “Did you forget something?”

Sana smiles, soft and far too sweet given everything that’s happened tonight. “No. I thought you might want some help cleaning up.”

“...oh.” Jeongyeon says. “Yeah, that’s, uh… that’d be nice. Thanks.”

Sana smiles again, and reenters the room. They work in silence for a few minutes, dumping cups into the trash and bottles into the recycling, mopping up a few small spills with paper towels. Jeongyeon’s wiping the last traces of beer off her desk when she hears the door click shut.

“Jeongyeon,” Sana murmurs, and against her own better judgment, Jeongyeon turns around. Sana’s leaning against her door, her eyes dark, her top slipping a little bit off her shoulder. “Did you not want to kiss me in front of all those people? Or did you not want to kiss me at all?”

For what feels like the hundredth time tonight, Jeongyeon’s stomach flips and her mind goes blank. “I-I mean,” she stammers, “I don’t…”

Sana walks across the room, until she’s only a few steps away from Jeongyeon. “Because sometimes, it looks like you really wanna kiss me.”

The room’s too hot. Jeongyeon feels sweat dripping down her neck, swears she can feel the heat radiating off of Sana’s body as she steps closer. Jeongyeon’s eyes flit down to Sana’s mouth before she can stop herself, and those perfect pretty lips curve up into a knowing smirk.

“Actually,” Sana says, the word ghosting across Jeongyeon’s cheek, “It looks like you really wanna kiss me right now.”

Sana’s pink little tongue darts out to wet her lips, then she fucking bites her lip, and something in Jeongyeon snaps.

Jeongyeon slides one hand into Sana’s hair and crashes their lips together, harder than she’d intended. It’s awful and messy, teeth clanking and spit everywhere, but Sana still gasps into her mouth. Jeongyeon tries again, slotting their lips together more carefully this time, and it’s better, so much better. Sana’s lips are soft and full and taste like that mango chapstick she always uses, and Jeongyeon can already see herself getting addicted to this. Then Sana’s tongue tentatively pokes at Jeongyeon’s mouth, and she is gone.

Before she can really think it through, Jeongyeon pushes Sana back until she hits the nearest wall, cradling her head in her hand to cushion it. She kisses her hungrily, exploring her mouth with her tongue and eating up every sweet noise Sana makes. She nips experimentally at Sana’s bottom lip, and Sana lets out a high pitched whine. Encouraged, Jeongyeon goes lower, nipping at Sana’s jaw and neck before settling at the junction of her neck and shoulder and biting down hard.

“Fuck,” Sana gasps, and Jeongyeon groans in response. She pulls the skin into her mouth and sucks, and Sana whines again, even higher and more desperate. Jeongyeon pulls back, and something possessive and primal curls in her stomach when she sees the purple mark that’s already forming. She kisses her way back up Sana’s neck, then stops to suck at the spot right below her ear.

“God, I want you so bad,” Sana whispers, and Jeongyeon’s head spins--

Fuck.

Jeongyeon’s head spins, and not just because she’s turned on. She’s drunk, and Sana’s drunk, and this… this is a terrible idea. She pulls back, breathing heavily. Sana whines in disappointment.

“We can’t do this,” Jeongyeon pants. “We… we’re drunk.”

“M’not that drunk,” Sana protests, and she leans in to nuzzle against Jeongyeon’s jaw, darting her tongue out to taste her skin.

“Y-you’ve never--fuck!” Jeongyeon chokes when Sana bites at her neck. “You’ve never done this before, we shouldn’t--”

“Don’t care. I’ve thought about it so much Jeongyeon, please!”

And Jeongyeon wants to, God, she really wants to. But they’re way too drunk, and Sana’s first time with a girl shouldn’t be…

Old memories swirl up in Jeongyeon’s chest, choking her.

“Please, Sana,” she gasps, “please, go to bed, we can talk about it in the morning, just--”

“But I want you now,” Sana whines, and then her hands are on Jeongyeon’s shirt, trying to undo the buttons. Without thinking, Jeongyeon grabs her wrists and pins them against the wall above her head.

“Stop it,” she growls, and Sana’s eyes roll shut, her body arching against the wall, her mouth falling open on a moan, and fuck, fuck, fuck…

“Oh my God,” Jeongyeon pants. “You are making this really hard.”

Sana whimpers, and Jeongyeon takes a few seconds to collect herself before releasing Sana’s wrists. To her relief, she keeps her hands to herself this time.

“Go to sleep, Sana,” Jeongyeon says finally. “Drink some water, and… we’ll talk in the morning. I promise.”

Sana’s eyes are a little hazy, but after a moment she nods. Jeongyeon grabs her hand and pulls her over to the door. She opens it for her, and can’t resist leaning in to brush her lips against Sana’s one more time.

“Goodnight,” she murmurs against her lips.

“G-goodnight,” Sana says. With one last look at Jeongyeon, she leaves, and Jeongyeon shuts the door behind her.

...holy shit.

So much has happened tonight, and Jeongyeon has so much to think about, but right now she’s drunk and exhausted and just wants to sleep. She grabs her toiletry kit and makes her way to the bathroom. After brushing her teeth and washing her face as quickly as she can manage in her drunken state, she grabs a paper cup and forces herself to drink two cups of water.

She returns to her room, flops down onto her bed and turns off the lamp. Before she can drift off, she grabs her phone to set an alarm. (She’s slept through Sunday brunch way too many times.)

When she turns on her phone, she sees that she has three unread messages from Sana. With some trepidation, she opens them.

just so u know

im totally gettng off tonight thinking about u

(again)

Jeongyeon puts down her phone, buries her face in her pillow and screams.

#maybe Someday i'll actually finish a fic instead of just posting previews on tumblr #that'll be the day

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