#jk its not bad at all i just like to complain

[saeiken]

renga for ace week!! (ignore how late i am lol)

[dlstmxkakwldrlarchive]

them getting mad at him because circle was so good is hilarious to me - like what kind of cartoon villain-level asshattery even lmao??? no but seriously i can tell they're extra pressed right now because he's doing so well

that specific person had the circle poster too like ? and they are pissed that flow went well, that every festival review is good, that he got his bday sold out like thats why they started this one sided beef with OF lol 😭

[blublublujk]

good girl, gone bad

oneshot

word count: 6k

genre: established (secret) relationship

pairing: good girl y/n x bad boy jk

summary:

“I can’t believe anyone actually likes those stupid fucks. I mean, the hickeys, it’s like he wants everyone to know he actually fucks.” You stay staring just a tad longer at the buff (sexy) jock, short enough so that Karina won’t notice. This time the boy proudly parading the trail of hickeys down his neck smiles at you and parts with a quick wave, some blonde hair boy from the group laughs at him and shakes his arm teasingly. You can’t help but to smile too, it’s barely there, but he’ll know. You decide to turn around and follow her steps. “Yeah totally, me either.” What your best friend doesn’t know won’t kill her… right?

warnings: basically just pwp but plot went missing (oops!), swearing, smoker jk (i swear if anyone complains in my inbox i'll haunt you), explicit sexual content; jk has a huge dick ok, consensual recording/pictures, car sex (don't fuck in a car), hickeys, unprotected vaginal sex, dirty talk, spanking, squirting, breast play, blowjob, fingering, cunnilingus, come shot (on face), slut shaming (again lol), come tasting/swallowing, stomach bulge (my fault i love this one), choking, multiple orgasms, overstimulation, creampie

a.n: sorry for a late update hope yall dont mind, but i just wanna get rid of all my drafts they are PILING. lol forgive me for only always writing about jungkook, but he's so easy to write about. he breathes, and i instantly open my notes app (im not even joking). this has been sitting in my drafts since his LA trip (iykyk) it sparked a conversation and i wrote it. i want that man bad... and im lesbian :D

ANYWAYS enjoy and STREAM GOLDEN for our golden bunny <3

p.s: i'll probably come back to this couple but its a oneshot for now... but wouldn't no nut nov be fun with this jk?? everyone say yesss. ok bye.

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“Ugh, what a piece of shit.”

Before you even get to ask who, the motorcycle roars back to life across the parking structure belonging to the very one and only, Jeon Jungkook. A group of college jocks crowd around the man. There’s a cigarette between his fingers, he’s not paying it much attention though. He's deep in conversation, laughing at something one of them said, clearly more invested in the joke than anything else around him. 

As the laughter dies down, he looks over, eyes connecting while he brings the cigarette to his pierced lip, slowly inhaling the toxic fume. The terribly annoying (yet somehow sexy) tattooed jock on his loud motorcycle winks towards your direction, before selfishly exhaling that poisonous smoke into the air. Fuck, you really, really wanted to hate him too. 

“Yuck.” Karina gags with a scrunch to her nose, turning a cold back to them and you’re grateful to her because you almost get stuck in his lustful gaze. 

“Yeah… yuck.” You reply with no real meaning somehow managing to convince her you meant it.

“I hate him and his stupid friends. They are killing the Earth slowly and they don’t even give a fuck!” Karina argues in all her given glory and in her environmental science major mindset. “Plus those cancer sticks reek, why must the general public suffer because they can’t last thirty without them.”

Jungkook could last thirty without them. Way more than thirty when you were around him, especially when he was given something (or someone) to entertain himself with, but you couldn't say that aloud so the sudden thoughts stayed safe and sound in your head. 

“No, no they don’t. But what can we do?” There’s a sigh and then you clear your throat. “Should we get going now?”

Your arm wraps around hers, gesturing the way back to campus with a swift wave where you both had been meaning to study given that classes finally started cramping in heavy assignments.

“Yes, please.” Karina is quick to sharply turn her heel and walk back towards the building. “I can’t believe anyone actually likes those stupid fucks. I mean, the hickeys, it’s like he wants everyone to know he actually fucks.”

You stay staring just a tad longer at the buff (sexy) jock, short enough so that Karina won’t notice. This time the boy proudly parading the trail of hickeys down his neck smiles at you and parts with a quick wave, some blonde hair boy from the group laughs at him and shakes his arm teasingly. You can’t help but to smile too, it’s barely there, but he’ll know. You decide to turn around and follow her steps. “Yeah totally, me either.”

What your best friend doesn’t know won’t kill her… right?

—-

“You taste disgusting.” There’s a muffled laugh pressed into your lips, as your tongues meet halfway, meeting each other’s lips in a bruising wet kiss. Your ass grinds roughly against his lap, groaning into your mouth while you bring your ass flush down, feeling his soft cock harden below you. His right hand grips your right ass cheek, jiggling it in his hand, before smacking it (with love, of course!). 

“Yeah?” Jungkook smirks, bringing his mouth against your throat, sucking and licking everywhere there was space. He sneakily leaves little love bites behind even though he knows you’ll kill him for this later because you have somewhere to be after this. He even bites your ear lobe gently between his teeth, before he cockily whispers. “You love it though.”

The whimper that leaves your mouth should be illegal. It only drives Jungkook crazier. 

Both hands find purchase on your ass now, spanking you once again in each cheek. Though Jungkook was a bit disappointed he wasn’t seeing your flushed bare cheeks on top of him, but he guesses he can settle for now. “You gonna let me fuck you now baby?”

He gropes your asscheeks without any hesitation, still leaving wet kisses buzzing onto your skin, stealing a quick kiss from your raw-bitten lips. 

“Mm, only if you ask nicely.” You tease, dragging a finger along his jawline.

With this, Jungkook laughs, throwing his head back. Your hand comes to fist his hair, while he drops another wet smooch onto your lips. “You know I’d do anything for a piece of this ass angel.”

You smile into the kiss, grinding harder against his now– hard cock. You felt your folds leak of your own arousal. It was so undeniable. The attraction between you two, the desire to take each other apart, to be within each other’s arms. There was no place like Jungkook’s lap. Here you could stay forever.

“Imagine what people would say if they saw you like this baby.” Jungkook starts teasing, tugging your shirt off with no trouble. Your breasts catch his attention, noticing that you are wearing that black lingerie set he had bought for you last Valentine’s Day. “Fuck. Look at you baby.”

He squishes your breasts together, leaning up to kiss the uncovered tender flesh on both sides. You don’t even attempt to hold your moans back. “I– nghhh.”

“Did you expect to get fucked today princess? Hmm? Is this all for me?” Jungkook’s words work like magic, they drip off his sinful tongue like honey. You bring your body flush against his, burying your blushing face against his neck. “Don’t get shy on me baby, tell me. Did you wear this all for me?”

He purrs sweetly and you only nod, cheeks burning red. 

It's not like you were embarrassed of him, no in fact, you were happy to announce that the college campus’ certified bad boy is all yours and has been for the past two years. 

There was no exact moment to this, the attraction had always been there. 

You had first officially met Jungkook in one of your general ed classes. Statistics, to be exact, which he would have one-hundred percent failed had it not been for you passing him the answers mid exams. It wasn’t like that to begin with of course, it took you some convincing. To be fair and to your excuse, it was so hard to say no to those beautiful big brown eyes.

At first, you assumed he was doing this all, acting lost and playing dumb, to get into your pants which he succeeded. However you had enough dignity left to make him work for it. Until you realized those secret smiles, stolen glances, and subtle hand holds were much more than just a silly game. You had fallen for his charm, and against everyone’s advice to stay far away from him, you fell in love with the (not so terrible) bad boy and let him take over your heart completely. It happened so randomly and so all at once. It was confusing, new, but most of all, liberating. 

Being with Jungkook was so freeing and the thrill of being caught with him was so worth it. It didn’t matter what people thought of you or him, you both were willing to die on this hill of love. 

Jungkook, too, had fallen quickly. How could he not? There was nothing to dislike and everything to love. Your pouty scolds, he looked forward to. The stolen glances across campus were his favorite, a secret only you and him held close to heart. There were times where your cheeks would flush pink, because he would steal kisses from you behind the campus library. You were seriously his favorite person ever. 

“Jungkook stop! What if someone sees us?” You would whisper-shout, a pout would form against your will. 

Jungkook would just kiss your worries away again and again and then say. “You’re the cutest little thing alive baby.” 

“Are you trying to change the subject?” It was hard to speak between kisses, that and the fact that he would squish your cheeks together like the adorable boyfriend he was. 

“I don’t know. Is it working?” His reply was cheeky and lips would start trailing down your neck and then you determined, yes. Yes, it is working. Fuck it all. 

It’s safe to say, he was yours since the start of it all, as you were his. Wrapped in each other’s fingers before anyone had realized it, now you were inseparable. 

“Answer me princess.” Jungkook pulls you back gently, observing your flushed face. “God, you’re so beautiful.”

Of course, this only makes you blush harder, but you do manage to admit. “Y-Yes… I wore this only for you. Always for you.”

Jungkook smiles, pecking your cheek. “Then I’m the luckiest man alive angel.”

He cradles your face, before leaning in to kiss you. This time, you guys take your time. Your mouths stay closed, taking the time to really feel the plushy feeling against your own and enjoy each other’s presence. You felt as if you were floating in clouds. 

“Jungkook.” You mumble onto his lips and he hums, but that’s not enough so you call his name once more with intent. “Jungkook.”

He pulls back with a questioning look. “Yes, my love?”

“Can you please just fuck me already?” The words come out barely above a whisper, even after fucking you so many times, you could be so shy at times.

Jungkook breaks out into a bunny-like grin, holding back a stifled laugh. “So much for wanting to make me say please, look at who’s pleading now.” 

“J-Jungkook…” Your face goes hot again and he laughs once more, patting your ass softly.

“Okay. Okay, my love. Enough teasing, I’ll fuck you since you asked so nicely baby.” Jungkook takes his sweet time taking off his own shirt, and pulling your skirt off. It was a bit tricker, given you were both in your car which was not fit for two people even in the backseat, but you guys always made it work. 

You were still scared to ride to campus with him as much as he begged you to because it would blow your secret relationship, but fucking on campus has yet to be off-limits. Mainly because Jungkook fucks you all too well, and you aren’t one to say no to good dick (oops).

He attaches his mouth right above the bare skin of your left breast. He holds your tits in his hands, pushing them together, stuffing his face right between them. Jungkook makes sure to pay attention to both breasts (it’s only fair), rubbing your hard buds through the black lace which hardly covers them. You bite back a moan, feeling him rut up against your heat, his hard length pressing stiffly against you, your walls already clenching, desperate to feel him inside you.

His tattooed hand slips below, releasing the nipple he had been tugging on earlier. You feel the tip of his fingertips brush against your panties. “Fuck, you’re so wet baby. I can’t wait to be inside you.”

Surely by now, you were dripping onto the lace. His erection is still pressing against your inner thigh. “D-Don’t wait then.”

Your boyfriend smiles, bringing his lips to yours. “Behave. You’ll get some dick inside you soon.”

Like the brat you were, your eyes rolled back so used to being spoiled. He pays it no mind though because his tongue comes out again, licking your lips apart. Your tongues meet once more, this time you suck his tongue into your mouth, brushing it against the roof of your mouth. He taste quite bitter, it’s the cigarette from earlier, yet somehow and against all judgement, he tastes fucking delicious. Especially when a grunt slips from his throat, feeling you roll your barely covered folds against his fingers.

He allows this, putting more pressure with two fingers, feeling you drench his fingertips even through your panties. Jungkook pushes his tongue deeper into your mouth, spit mixing as he reciprocates the favor, sucking gently on your tongue. You tasted like the strawberries you had earlier for lunch and Jungkook groans, greedily swallowing the taste in your mouth. 

What an innocent sweet little thing you were and he was about to ruin you all. 

Cigarettes and strawberries. 

Quite the pair. 

You whine into his mouth, unable to hold back much longer. “Please, Jungkook…”

He smirks against your mouth. How much he loved the way you fell apart on his cock. Especially more, when he had barely had his hands on you and you were already begging for more. Jungkook pulls back, but not before you whine a soft “no.” He holds your cheeks in his palms, forcing you to look directly into his hazy eyes. 

“Imagine if people knew baby.” His voice comes out more sultry, rough around the edges. His thumb carrasses your cheek, patting your mouth open. “How much of a slut you were for this dick.”

His words make you mewl (he knows how much you get off to this thought), he slowly eases two fingers into your mouth, holding your chin in place. You made sure to suck on them as he liked, your tongue coming flat against them. 

Jungkook bucks his hips into yours, chest rising while he watches you suck, like the good girl you were. “Imagine if they really knew, baby? Such a sweet girl like you, with someone so dangerous and reckless like me. What would they say? Hmm?”

He pulls out his fingers, seeing them barely glisten under the light.

“I- I don’t know.” Your voice is dry and soft yet, you are incredibly horny.

“You don’t know? I have a few ideas.” Jungkook chuckles, hands brushing along your back. “Can this come off?” 

He tugs your bra from behind and you hesitate to nod permission. “Good, I wanna watch them bounce when I finally fuck you.”

By now, you have given up resisting him, so you moan pathetically as he shreds your bra with ease and takes a nipple into his mouth, sucking the tender bud into his tongue, flicking it and placing it between his teeth. He tugs and licks the sting away, watching with hooded eyes as you squirm against him. Your face burns imagining the idea. 

What if people knew? How would your friends react? They would surely be disappointed, Jungkook was good for nothing but trouble. Yet, he was perfect to you. You were willing to defend him from hell and back. Whatever it took for them to believe you. 

Jungkook moves to the other bud, placing it into his mouth, cupping and gripping your breasts. His mouth was hot and heavy against your nipple, his tongue caressing the hard bud. He squeezes them one last time before letting them drop, watching them bounce gently against your chest. Yup, Jungkook was the luckiest man alive. There was nothing better than this moment right here.

Heat travels your body quickly, feeling your own chest rise, struggling to breathe in the steamy car. Your boyfriend looks down, communicating with his eyes instead of actually saying anything, your hands quickly move to his belt, tugging them off and throwing it anywhere else. Desperately, you unbuckle his jeans, harshly pulling his boxer down, just enough to watch his dick spring out. The flushed, wet length smacks against his stomach, watching as his abs clench at the sensation. If you stare any longer, you’ll start drooling. “So good for me angel.” 

There’s no time to waste. 

“Wanna suck you off.” You breathe out, voice filled with desire and lust, clearly it takes over because usually his girlfriend was much shyer and timid, but that all disappeared when Jungkook’s cock was present. 

“Yeah?” Jungkook watches you drop on your knees, your pretty knees will for sure suffer the consequences of your horny choice, but there was no stopping this. He pats his thighs as he leans back to give you enough space. “I’m all yours, baby girl.”

Jungkook bites the inside of his cheek when he feels your warm mouth wrap around his dick. Your tongue comes out messily, practically salivating and dripping all over him. There’s probably not a single day that goes by that you aren’t sucking his dick, but it was quite the experience every damn time. 

“F-Fuck, I wish you could see yourself.” He struggles a bit because the sight is fucking sinful and if people knew you like he did, they wouldn’t believe the person in front of him. 

His personal little cockslut. 

You pop off for a second, hand still wrapped around his length covered in your spit. “Yeah? Then take a picture for me, Kook.”

Double fuck.

When you first started dating Jungkook, you were against any pictures at all. After time passed and to his luck, you came around and you would let him take pictures, but only if he promised your face wasn’t in the frame. Now, his camera roll is covered with images of you and your blooming relationship. You didn’t care anymore about covering or blurring your face out. His camera roll consisted of just about everything, pictures of you sleeping peacefully against his chest as you would nap, videos of you laughing on the random adventures he would take you on, but never images of you nude. Never ever was he allowed anything that could probably incriminate you both, even if he would beg, ever-so sweetly. It seems like you came around after all. Bless you.

“Fuck, don’t talk to me like that princess, you have no idea what that does to me.” He’s never heard you sound so fucking sexy. Jungkook bites his lip, recovering his phone that had dropped earlier on the carpet. “You sure about this baby?”

“Yes.” Then you are back on his cock and he shudders, already snapping a few pictures. Your eyes looked up at the camera, making a show out of it all.

Jungkook tries controlling his heavy breathing but with a sinful tongue like yours, it’s impossible. “Can I record this princess, only if you’ll let me, of course.”

You take him deeper into your throat and nod furiously on his cock. You trusted him enough, you knew Jungkook could never hurt a single soul, unless they tried him. Point is, he would never do anything to break that trust so hell yeah, why not add more to his long collection.

“God, you are so perfect baby. Made for me and only me.” Jungkook’s voice is nothing short of possessiveness. He presses record, caressing your hair softly, almost petting you for your work like the good girl you were for him. “Imagine if they knew how well you take cock baby. How perfect those plump lips look around my dick. You’re like a dream come true princess, my personal cockslut.” 

You moan around his length, loving the bitter taste on your tongue and Jungkook has to hold back from fucking your throat, though he thinks you’ll love it anyways. 

“Can I fuck your throat?” His voice is raspy and you open your mouth wider, nodding so prettily with dick stuffed in your mouth. Jungkook is careful when placing your hair in a little makeshift ponytail for the meantime and as best as he can with one hand as he starts to thrust into your warm mouth. “So beautiful and all mine. Isn’t that right princess?”

You don’t get to reply, but the vibrations of your moans that manage to run through his cock  answer for you and it almost makes him smile. What a good girl you were. Pretty things like you deserved to be spoiled and he couldn’t wait to give you the fucking world. 

And was he fucking loving the show you were putting on for him becoming more needy and desperate on camera, your eyes rolled as he brutally used your throat for his liking. 

Jungkook bites at his bottom lip as he begins to roll his hips with much more force, feeling your throat take him down with greed. “Fuck baby, your throat feels amazing. Taking me so good.” 

He lets you go when he feels you tap his thigh and you gasp for air, tears threatening to leak down your face. “W-Want you to come on my face.”

Your voice is hoarse and his eyes widen at your sweet request. 

“Aren’t you just perfect for me today baby. Just you wait, you’ll get the best dick of your entire lifetime.” Not that you would know since he was your first and he knows that, proudly carries that in his cocky ego, but you always believed him. No one could fuck you better than this, you were sure. You bat your eyes at his promise and he comes down to kiss you messily, the camera records jackshit, but it captures your whiny moans and the sound of your lips smacking against one another. He pulls off with one last kiss and adjusts the camera frame back towards you as he takes his hard length and slaps his swollen, wet dick along your cheek. “Open up princess, I’m really fucking close.” 

You take him in with no hesitation and go to fucking work. Slurping and licking all over his length, your chin dripping with saliva, but you don’t even care anymore because his grunts and whines keep you going. 

Every now and then you look up at the camera making sure you do your best to keep him coming back. You know he will probably rewatch this every night that you aren’t there with him. And your predictions are correct because Jungkook’s already planning on watching this tonight and jacking off to it while you are out with Karina doing God knows what. All he knows is his sweet girl will be doing something productive while he’ll be coming undone in your gracious honor.

“I’m close baby.” He groans sexily, and his breathing starts to become sharp. “Look up baby, right into the camera, gonna come all over that perfect fucking face.”

Doing as he says, you look up sucking him dry, your hands come to relieve what you can’t cover with your tongue. His hand pushes you off for a second. “Tongue out baby.”

He fucks his fist and it doesn’t take long before he squirts his load all over your face, grateful that most of it lands on your tongue, you swallow it all immediately, humming gracefully at the salty taste. 

Jungkook’s eyes are blown out as he catches his breath and lets his dick flop back down against his thigh, you look like a fucking sin and he must be the Devil because he’s about to commit about thirty tonight. “Give me a second princess.”

He says between breaths as he stops recording with one last picture of your come-soiled face, still breathing heavily as he throws his phone on the floor again, thankful that he has something for later. You giggle against him and he almost awes as you throw your head against his bare thighs into a laughing fit. “Okay.” 

He huffs a dry laugh and pulls you up. “Times up. Come here.” 

Jungkook is quick to capture you in a sloppy kiss, not minding the leftover mess of come on your face, he doesn’t wanna mess up his masterpiece just yet. You soon grow desperate in his arms, but this time he doesn’t mess around. 

“Lay down.” Your bare back lands on the seats and he shoves himself between your thighs. Again, it’s steamy and fucking cramped in your car, but you both couldn’t care any less right now. 

His tongue hits your slit not bothering to move your matching panties, but the effect is almost the same. He licks a long strip watching you soil the silky lace mixing his spit with your own arousal. 

You moan sweetly as your legs come apart letting him completely devour your heat. Jungkook pulls off, tugging your spoiled little black panties to the side and continues on with his mission. His tongue finds your clit and you swear you could come like this. 

“R-Right there. Please.” Your boyfriend doesn’t let up either, eating your sweet pussy like it deserves. His tongue flicks your bud, building the sensation in your tummy. Jungkook sucks on your clit selfishly.

His chin is covered in your arousal. He’s humming and moaning deep inside your pussy, your juices stick onto his tongue like candy and he greedily swallows the treat whole. 

“B-Baby.” Your voice is struggling like his was earlier, but it’s there. He lifts his face from your heat, eyes in a lust-filled trance. Jungkook knows he’s pussy-whipped, but at least he admits his problems!

“Yes, my baby.” Jungkook’s eyes are blown out and he looks just as wrecked as you are. 

“C-Can I take a picture?” He almost gapes at your request, the amount of times you took him by surprise today. At this point, he would let you do anything, fuck his morality!  

“Do whatever you want princess. Pictures, videos. I’m all yours.” He gives you his full consent and permission to do anything so you are quick to grab his phone (you’ll send them over to yourself later) and start snapping pictures while he dives back in for seconds. 

Jungkook keeps your legs open while you are a whimpering mess above him, struggling to get the best picture. You have no idea how he was doing this himself, the pictures come out blurry as he continues to devour you as if it was his last meal.

He also puts on a show for the camera like you did so nicely earlier for him. Jungkoook’s eyes hood as he stares up, he even winks for the shot. If college didn’t ever work out for either of you, this would be something to look into. Good thing that was not the case, at least for you, his little straight A student. 

“I’m g-gonna come.” This only makes your boyfriend go crazier between your folds. He drops eye-contact with the camera and instead solely focuses on that pretty pussy presented for him. Jungkook’s tongue is sin itself, not letting up once as more arousal drips out of you. He slowly teases a finger inside, building your orgasm quickly as he fucks you open with his middle finger. “I’m– nghh. Fuh-fuck!”

The sentence is never finished as you start to squirt onto his tongue, creating your own little masterpiece on his face. Jungkook has never swallowed anything down faster than right now and he’s loving every second of it. Completely pussy-whipped and all, but at least he’s happy!

Your boyfriend finally detaches himself from your heat and the sight is nearly adorable. His hair is now all fucked up and he’s a sticky mess everywhere (you are sure you look no better). 

“Yum, I could do that all day.” Jungkook shamelessly says. 

“Mm, I’m sure.” You say coming down from your own orgasm, he gives you a few seconds to breathe as you set his phone down again. Jungkook takes his shirt from the floor and wipes himself clean. He does the same but it’s no use, the come that landed on your face has dried up and he doesn’t wanna scrub it off and end up hurting your precious face. 

Jungkook kisses your cheek affectionately as an apology. 

“There’s dry come on my face right?” You start to scold him, but he smiles with all his teeth apologetically and you forgive him at that moment. 

“Guilty.” He smirks, proud of his work, he thinks you truly haven't looked better. 

Wrapping arms and legs around your boyfriend you whisper innocently. “I was promised dick of a lifetime, unless… unless you lied to me?”

Jungkook scrunches his nose cutely while he looks at your perfect pouty face, doe-eyes begging to be fucked. “I never lie, not to you at least.”

He makes you laugh and he detangles your legs from his waist. “Now let me focus, I have a reputation to uphold.”

There’s no laughing once two fingers press into you and you gasp at the invading feeling, but the stretch only burns for a while before it turns into pleasure and you are whimpering at his touch. “Fingers so deep.”

He smiles and you throw your head back. “Yeah? My dick goes even deeper baby, I’m just making sure you can take it.”

“I can take it.” You breathe out against his pink lips. “I was made for you.”

The taller’s eyes nearly eat you alive, fuck you were so sexy. “That you were baby. My perfect little cockslut.” 

His fingers pull out of you brutally and you whine, but he kisses you roughly making you forget the loss. A hand wraps around your throat, squeezing it with purpose. You squirm in his hands and he pops off your lips. 

Fingers coated with your arousal trace your lips and you take them in greedily, sucking your own juices off the tattooed fingers, moaning at the delicate taste, his other hand still locked around your throat. 

“That’s my girl. All fucking mine.” You nod around his fingers and he finally lets go, gasping for fresh air. “‘M gonna fuck you now baby.” 

Your legs fly open in response, letting him have his way with you. 

“Do me a favor?” He asks while taking his hard length in his hand, jerking himself off while he awaits your response. 

“What?” You hum, confusion written all over your face. 

“Record this for me. I want you to see how I break you apart. How this pretty pussy makes a mess all over my dick. I want you to remember this fuck for the rest of your life.” His voice drops a few octaves and you can’t help but gasp and moan at his vulgar use of words. 

You used to be innocent, at least, that’s what Jungkook used to think. In a way, he thinks you still are. Untouched and pure, only for his eyes and his hands to touch. Jungkook is honored that he was your first, and you wouldn’t have it any other way. He was gentle and took care of you every step of the way. It was like that until you were begging and pleading for more. Sweet then, and sweet now.

He’s created a little monster, but he knows that your heart is pure and that’s what he loves most about you. 

“Okay, yes.” His phone is back in your hands and you click record, watching him line-up his cock. Jungkook groans as he disappears snuggly inside you. “Mmm.”

He lets you get used to the feeling and once he feels your breathing stabilize he starts to thrust himself with strong strokes inside you. 

Like the first time, you are struggling with the phone because you can’t stop shivering and shaking, you feel him in your guts and recording is much harder than pictures because it lasts longer and you can't stay still for that long. Not with dick inside you.

“K-Kook. I— oh.” You stop to moan when he hits your g-spot and he continues ramming that same spot over and over. “I- I can’t. Hand’s shaking.”

Your sweet boyfriend grabs the phone and lets you settle yourself. “That’s okay princess, I got you. Just lay there, I’ll take care of you.” 

He records himself ramming into you for a few minutes, watching himself disappear into you on camera. The taller one can't even believe this is his reality. How did this even happen and most of all with him of all people? He truly was the luckiest man alive! 

“‘S deep, Kook.” He fondles one of your breasts as he keeps a harsh pace, rubbing the hard nub with his thumb. 

“Yeah baby? Tell me where you feel it.” He whispers loving the way you tremble, your gaze struggling to keep up with his. 

“Right here.” You touch right below your belly, palm flat against the feeling of his cock inside you. “So so deep.” 

You mumble something else, but he doesn’t get to hear it because your high pitched moans drown everything out. He lets go of your breast watching them bounce as he continues to pound straight into your sweet spot. 

The camera catches it all though. The mess between your thighs look just as delicious on film as they do in real time. The sounds you make, the squelching noise that is being created by his cock going deep inside you, and most of all, it captures your beautiful face as it comes apart. 

He presses on your stomach right where your own palm rests and you strangle out a whine. “I- I can’t. T-Too much.” 

“You can take it. Remember?” His dick tears through you from the inside and you start yelling when he increases his pace. He’s fucking you mercilessly now and you can’t control the sounds that escape. “You were made for me, princess.”

“Yes, yes, I am.” You sound beautiful, but you would kill him if you guys got caught now especially in the position you guys are in. 

His firm hand finally comes off your stomach and instead two fingers go inside your mouth, muffling your screams and whines. 

The car rocks back and forth. He’s sure people know what the fuck is going on, the windows are foggy as fuck, for fuck’s sake, but you would hate him much worse for not finishing you off.

“Mmff, don— stopff.” He nearly giggles as you struggle to speak, but he keeps his promise quite well. He fucks you ever harder and deeper, his cock will surely fall off after this, but it’s all worth it. He slams inside, bottoming out fully before pulling out and repeating the same steps. “Fuhh-uk.”

“You like that baby?” Jungkook rasps feeling you squeeze tightly around him, which only means one thing, you are really fucking close. “Gonna come all over my cock princess?” 

“Mmff.” You are quick to nod and hum sweetly. He decides to pull his fingers out, spit dripping all over. “Yes, yes. Please, don’t stop. Harder Kook- ah!”

Jungkook almost forgets he’s recording and he centers the camera again, wanting to capture every last second of this. You are glistening all over, he’s made a complete mess of you, but he is no better. Jungkook is dripping sweat and yet, that doesn’t stop his mean and precise strokes against your velvet walls, stretching you in ways you didn’t even know were possible. 

The final straw is when you feel his messy fingers start toying with your clit and you are coming once again all over your back seats and wetting his cock just how he likes it. Being a squirter had its own perks with a boyfriend like Jungkook because that meant he never stopped fucking you until you completely had nothing more to give. 

Jungkook curses when he starts to see your orgasm trinkle out, he fucks you all through it though, feeling the water-like pressure against his slit. And it doesn’t take long before an orgasm catches up to him. 

“Inside.” You plead with a pout, eyes completely blown out. 

With one last curse Jungkook comes deep inside your walls. He catches his breath for a few moments before pulling out slowly, making sure to capture the dribble of his come which sadly hangs onto your hole. “Push it out for me princess.” 

“Nooo, we’re gonna make a mess Kook.” Jungkook shakes his head, a smile on his face because a mess has already been made. 

“I’ll clean it. Now, push it out baby.” You almost cover your face because you are sure you turned red, but you start to push his seed out of your hole and he’s tempted to fuck it back inside. 

“Fuck. That’s it baby. Perfect comeslut. Isn’t that right?” He stops recording once he’s gotten the shot he wanted and he starts to wipe you down with his shirt, lucky enough that he has a back-up hoodie to cover him after he’s done. 

“Yes, all yours.” 

You both smile against each other’s lips before he whispers. “I love you princess.” 

“I love you more.” 

“Impossible baby.”

—-

JK❤️: hiiii 🙂

me: hi baby :) everything okay?

JK❤️: marvelous 😇 i just came watching that video we took earlier ;))

me: baby! 😠  i'm out with karina! can you not talk about sex for two seconds while im out

JK❤️: sure! just came all over myself totally wasn't watching our sextape back ;)))

me: nice talk jungkook.

JK❤️: come home soon~~ i miss you :((((

me: love you too lol

JK❤️: not more than me. come home soon im serious!!!

me: i'll see you later jungkook. ❤️

JK❤️: 😠😠😠 

me: ❤️❤️❤️

[nochukoo97]

boyfriend drabbles pt. 5

Pairing: Idol!Jungkook x Idol!Reader (8th member)

Summary: the one where Jungkook is overprotective of you, wanting to make it clear to others that your his girlfriend.

Word count: 800+

a/n: hii another drabble is outt this time its the reader as the 8th member and jk is being kinda cute HAHAHA anyways its my first time writing them in this pov so hope it isnt too bad 😊

masterlist!

“____ please get ready~” Your manager calls out as you stand up, fixing your hair.

All the members were in the waiting room, but they were waiting for you to film some videos with a few other idols before heading back home.

“I’ll be quick,” You say as they look up and nod their head at you, but Jungkook stands up and follows you outside.

Your boyfriend was always so supportive of whatever you did, when you were staying back during rehearsals to polish up your performance, your sweet Jungkook would stay and watch you, giving you feedback and praising your hard work. In times like this where it was individual shoots or filming, he also made an effort to watch you and praise you.

You began filming with other idols like Karina and Taeyong, both of which made you comfortable and you honestly had a good time filming and laughing with them.

It wasn’t uncommon for idols to be nice and friendly to each other behind cameras, but you definitely were wary of who you interacted with, especially since there were still a small number of them who weren’t as pleasant to work with.

You see Jungkook slightly frowning at the next person who walks up to you, the last filming you had to do.

Jay Park. He was infamous for flaming your group, claiming many things and telling it during interviews or talk shows. Your members never directly showed dissatisfaction towards the man, but rather just left him alone.

Another thing to know was that Jungkook was extra protective over you. And right now, he was eyeing the man as Jay Park greeted you, shaking your hand and holding onto it a little longer than your liking.

As you start to dance to his song while filming, you see Jungkook at the corner of your eye smiling proudly at you having fun and dancing well.

But your boyfriend’s expression flipped when you were about to finish the video:

Jay Park puts his arm around your exposed waist and pulls you closer to him for the end shot, holding up a peace sign as you can only internally sigh, uncomfortable with the sudden physical contact.

Jungkook is straight up glaring at the man who currently had his arm wrapped around HIS girlfriend, mind you. He wasn’t one bit happy.

As soon as the video ended, you quickly escaped out of his grasp, frowning slightly but changing your expression to a forced smile when you bow to him, thanking him for filming with you.

You didn’t really want to thank him after what he did.

As Jay Park walks back to his designated room, you watch as your boyfriend purposely walks too close to the other man, bumping into his shoulder.

Then Jungkook puts up an act and profusely apologized for “not seeing him”

You laugh silently at his act as your boyfriend now frowns at you.

“How can he just touch you like that? And out of all places your waist?” Jungkook complains as he grabs your hand, pulling you back into the room.

“I know, I was kinda annoyed at that but I had to pretend,” You say as you enter the room, “But anyways it’s over, it’s fine,”

“It’s not fine that he touched MY girlfriend like that in front of me, knowing damn well that you’re taken,” Jungkook grumbles as he plops himself on the couch.

You stare at your boyfriend in amusement, finding his overprotective state cute.

“What happened? Are you okay?” Jimin looks up from his phone after overhearing your conversation.

You reply “Yes,” wanting to change the topic but Jungkook decides it's crucial to inform everyone in the waiting room how important it is for people to know they shouldn’t touch you like that without asking.

Taehyung laughs at your boyfriend’s exasperated state, and the others watch in amusement.

You’re grateful that Jungkook is so protective and caring of you but right now you can only think how cute his reaction was.

“Okay, okay enough, I’ll just go tattoo “My Boyfriend is Jeon Jungkook, don’t touch me” on my forehead” You tease him as the rest of the members laugh at your joke, Jungkook rolls his eyes at your statement.

“Jagi I’ll make sure nobody ever does that again, or they’re getting it from me,” He tells you.

He sure does his job for the rest of the filming you did.

[not-goldy]

I ain't gonna lie. For the first time I been thinking about Jikook locked away isolated together in the middle of nowhere all day every day serving and now seeing how they can't stop bickering. I really hope they haven't gotten in there and started cause it's way stressful in there, then it is in a cozy camper in the peaceful woods, that had them bickering in 5 minutes of arriving. I been thinking about that all day. I also was thinking about JK saying he wants to do this after military for years with Jimin and I am really hoping Military doesn't break that plan and hinder it in any way when they come out. I hope they come out the same. They'll be different, but I hope also the same. I am also hoping that pent up tension they had, was completely out of their system before they enlisted. Like got everything off their chest. I mean as soon as they got a break, they just kinda went their separate ways tho riding with other people. Not saying that's bad or anything since they were going back home together, but dang, they really push the hell out of each other's buttons for attention. They been doing this for years and know their dynamic better than we do tho and for all we know this is how they've always been in private, but what we were seeing of them in OT7 was more contained, edited and watered down and subdued because of the Hyungs around them keeping them in check. No wonder RM was ready to fight the staff for putting him with Jikook. For the first time, I get it RM, I feel you man. I feel for all their Hyungs, cause they're both totally unhinged and wild as hell. lol Gotta love them.

Bickering? Sorry I'm not gonna read that.

When Yoonmin "bicker" its cute cos they giving old married couples vibe

When Kook rough handles Jin its a match made in heaven. When he stresses Namjoon out its a boy crush.

But when Jikook "bicker and rough house" it's weird and unheard of right?? Even though they are literally the same person's in those other dynamics.

We been here before several times and yall are starting to get on my nerves yall remember when jimin and Kook were drunk playing soccer or football and he shoved Jimin so hard I nearly passed out seeing that??

Or when Jimin injured his leg after breaking Jungkook's mosquito net and falling as he was being chased off by Jungkook???

This is them. They not doing nothing we haven't seen or heard them do before.

Jimin asks him to carry a heavy table and he goes carry it Jimimshi you're strong you got this.

I don't think they both would do this or want to do this if they felt they had to be anything BUT THEMSELVES.

If their interaction makes you uncomfortable to watch perhaps it should be a sign to you that you've over romanticed them.

Of course this is THEM like what ain't you understanding 😩😩😩😩😩😩😩😩😩

THIS IS JIKOOK TOOOOO AH

Remember when we talked about what we expected from the show and yall asked me and I said I want to know what Jikook's idea of entertainment is????

This is them curating a show for you - a show they think showcases their dynamic sells their chemistry and is entertaining- so to hear you say all this as if they were sneak filmed and unaware of their environment or how they coming across to people watching them is difficult to read through.

Like I said they owe us nothing and this is nothing they themselves haven't said to us that they do behind cams. It's just the cameras don't follow them well into those private lives you talk about even though they wish they could follow them and capture that moment.

You are the same people who would have gone feral if Jimin eating out Jungkook's neck was caught on camera but imagine how annoying it would be if JK solos also came on here complaining that was abusive and bullying for him biting Kooks neck like that.

Yall are becoming insufferable stop.

Jimin done told us all about Jungkook whooping him spanking him scolding him manhandling him remember when he said JK whoops him and JK said don't say stuff like that....

However you feel about this part of their dynamic it seems they both enjoy it.

And hybe pays attention to the metrics it saw how engaged sparked each time they shared those glimpses into their private life each time we discussed it raved over it and they know it's something we like to see.

Stop making this something it's not cos yall sounding like delulu solos at this point like what really did you think was going to happen?? Tell me your ridiculous expectations of two closeted queer men and I'll tell you just how delusional you are.

People call them a bunch of smoking vaping alcoholics who chase women up and down the clubs like they collecting Pokémons

If they not gonna show them smoking vaping getting drunk to a stupor chasing and hitting on boys and girls fucking random strangers down the street talking shit bout army and all the people they keeping it on their chest for- what the fuck makes you think they will out themselves like that on their show???

Yall keep reading negative meanings into their relationship and interactions and yet they keep telling and showing yall they want to be together, they enjoy eachother's company and want to do the things yall thing they hate or that is hurting one of them.

Jimin is not afraid to establish boundaries or cut toxic people off and out of his life. If he felt JK was one he knows what to do. He is one to call JK out for not returning texts and calls, for not wishing members a happy birthday for speaking rudely to members for going out to club during Pandemic.

Yes he's manhandling Jimin and yet Jimin will chose to go to the moon to the desert to military

Certain parts of their "private lives" have been censored and will always be censored

Military won't change their plans cos how else would they explain their relationship if not through content

Like yall get that they coming up with these shows to justify why they gotta be together right????

Like yall get that if it's not because they "work" together they SHOULDN'T BE AROUND EACH OTHER ALL THE TIME RIGHT????

THEY ARE SUPPOSED TO BE LIVING SINGLE LIVES INDEPENDENT LIVES IN SEPERATE HOMES DOING SEPERATE THINGS BECAUSE FOR ALL INTENT AND PURPOSES THEY ARE STRAIGHT

At least to the public eye.

THATS WHAT PEOPLE WHO AREN'T GAY IN A RELATIONSHIP WITH EACHOTHER ARE SUPPOSED TO DO.

AND BELIEVE IT OR NOT THATS WHAT THEY WANT YOU, THE MEDIA AND THE GOVERNMENT TO BELIEVE🙂

UNTILL THEY ARE OUT THEY WILL ALWAYS GIVE PERFORMATIVE HETERSEXUALITY

AND UNTILL ONE OF THEM TRANSITIONS AS A TRANS WOMAN THEY WILL ALWAYS ACT LIKE THE BOYS THAT THEY ARE

[shipmistress9]

Blueberries & Chocolate Chips - 09

So… are we ready to enter the gala? 😶 (jk, I'm SO ready for this chapter. 😁)

Thanks as always to my wonderful beta-reader @theoppositequeens 🥰

Taglist (If you want on or off just let me know. 😊): @jurassicworldisbetter @b3anieperson

Read on AO3 or here. All chapters are links in my Empyrean Fanfiction Masterpost. 🥰

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Violet's plan had been to scan the room for Halden the moment they entered the gala. But when Xaden led her through the doors, all thoughts about her asshole of an ex evaporated in an instant. With wide eyes and her lips parted, she looked around the large hall, feeling like she'd stepped into a different world.

The first thing she noticed was the lighting. Instead of bright modern lamps, the room was lit by half a dozen chandeliers and countless scones on the walls, and while they were certainly equipped with modern LEDs, they still mimicked the warm flickering light of candles. The walls were covered in drapes of velvet and damask, only interrupted by large mirrors and old paintings in richly ornamented golden frames. The classical architecture of the old City Hall, with its columns, arches, and small alcoves was underlined by large porcelain vases displaying extravagant floral arrangements, filling the air with the scent of hundreds of blooming roses and peonies. And up on a balcony, there was even a string quartet subtly playing Mozart.

"I… this…" Violet couldn't find her words as she tried to take it all in. It was beautiful.

Xaden huffed a small laugh. "They were aiming to remind everyone of the grand days of Aretia, back when it was the capital of a wealthy dukedom. But maybe they overdid it a bit." His eyes were shining, though, gleaming with pride.

"I think it looks fantastic," Violet said, leaning her head against his arm where she was hooked into him. "Definitely not what I expected." She felt more than heard Xaden hum before he leaned down to place a soft kiss onto her hair.

But even the splendour of the old Aretian grandeur wasn't able to keep her thoughts away from reality for long. As they made their way into the hall, several heads turned in their direction. Maybe it wasn't as bad as the entire room staring at her… but she certainly drew attention here on Xaden's arm.

Trying not to be too obvious with all those eyes on her, Violet let her gaze wander through the room, sure that, even in this dim light, she would recognise Halden's tall frame with his perfectly coiffed sandy-brown hair in an instant.

"He won't be here, yet," Xaden murmured, obviously having noticed her look. "He made it a point of his personality to always be late."

He scoffed, and Violet wrinkled her nose. Yeah, that tracked…

But it also meant she had time to truly enjoy this gala for a while, and even though Xaden had complained about this stuffy formal event… she had to say that she was enjoying the atmosphere.

They made their way through the room, slowly. Xaden meant to introduce her to a few friends of his, but they barely ever made it more than a couple of steps before someone new approached them, greeting Xaden and introducing themselves to Violet. The conversations ranged from small talk and pleasantries to more personal topics or even business questions, and it was sweet how, no matter where the conversation went, Xaden never made her feel left out.

But it was also fascinating, watching Xaden navigate it all with a smile, a polite front, when she could tell that he couldn't stand some of these people.

"I get it now," Violet murmured after the latest of them had left. "Why you usually avoid events like these."

Xaden let out a sigh without letting his mask slip. "Yeah, it's always like this. Nothing but polite fronts. Nothing's real. Well… except for this." He squeezed her shoulder where he had his arm around her— he hadn't stopped touching her in one way or the other all evening— and Violet leaned a bit more heavily against him. "But come on. Soleil is just over there, we should be able to get a rest with her."

Xaden avoided the next person that tried to approach them by waving over a waitress who carried around a tray with mini tarts. "I'll take one of those with strawberries and chocolate, please," he said, then threw her a questioning look, his lips tugging into a true smile. "And one with blueberries for you?"

Violet eyed the tray. The mini tarts looked delicious, but she wasn't really hungry, especially not for desserts. Still, that person was still lurking nearby, waiting for their chance, so she picked one nonetheless, if only to buy them time and maybe divert them. "Sure."

They put on a show of being entirely engrossed in enjoying their treats, discouraging conversations for the moment as they made their way to a standing table draped in heavy white cloth and a smaller flower arrangement on top of it. Soleil Telery, the woman who'd made Violet's dress, stood there with another woman a head or so shorter than her and a lean man with dark brown skin and glasses on his pointed nose.

"You know, Riorson," Soleil greeted him with a crooked smirk. "If you came to these gatherings more often, you wouldn't always get swarmed like this. Most of us usually have quite a nice time."

Xaden scoffed at Soleil, greeting the man with a clasp to the forearm, then turned to hug the shorter woman. "And still, I'd need to spend more time among these people than I'll ever want to. No, thanks. I know where I can find you lot, and that's all I'm interested in. Screw everyone else."

"And yet, you obviously didn't," the man said, pointedly looking at Violet. "Come and find me, that is. You're not suddenly favouring the competition, are you?"

Chuckling, Xaden shook his head. "Violet, this is Masen Sanborn," he introduced the man. "From Masen's."

Violet's eyes widened slightly. So he and Soleil were colleagues of sorts, her designing the dresses for high society and him the more high calibre adornments. "Pleased to meet you. I'm Violet Sorrengail."

"Yeah, I've already heard all about you," Masen said with a nod at Soleil, winking. "And I have to admit, you truly look stunning. Even with those jewels that are clearly not from my workshop."

"Uh, I…" Violet blinked, taken aback a little. Whatever could she say to that?

But Xaden just laughed, low but real. "Relax, Masen. I'd never favour another atelier over yours. But I had a promise to keep." He threw Violet a soft smile that made her blush. "Besides, these aren't new. In fact…" He paused, cocking his head in thoughts. "I don't think they've been displayed in over a hundred years."

It was kind of funny, seeing Masen's eyes nearly pop out of their sockets. "The ducal jewels?" he whispered, reaching for Violet's hand but then pulling back again before he could touch her. "Uh, may I?"

Violet threw Xaden a puzzled look but he just nodded, smiling. Hesitantly, she held her hand out and Masen immediately leaned closer to inspect the bracelet.

"Marvellous," he murmured, his voice trembling a little. Then he glanced up at Xaden with almost pleading eyes. "May I borrow these for a few days? Pretty please? Just… just as inspiration?"

Chuckling, Xaden clapped his hand on Masen's back. "I'll think about it."

Pulling her hand back, Violet watched the exchange with a small smile. This Xaden was entirely different from the one she'd seen during the last half hour or so. This was her Xaden again, or at least a version of him. The real Xaden, not the polite mask he'd put on. These people, they were his friends. Real friends.

"You have to forgive them," the shorter woman said from her side, watching the other three with a fond expression. "These events always go a bit to their heads. But at home, they're good people, away from these flashlights, just like Riorson. I'm Eya, by the way."

"Hello." A little overwhelmed, Violet accepted her hug in greeting. "Are you… also a business owner I should know about?"

Eya laughed and shook her head, her dark brown curls bouncing around her petite face. "No, I'm normal, just like you,” she said, her smile so open and honest that Violet couldn’t possibly take the words as an insult. “But someone needs to keep my partners in check at these events, and that someone might as well be me." She glanced back at where Xaden was talking to the other two, a spark more than mere fondness gleaming in her eyes.

Well, not just colleagues, then…

They dove into amicable conversations between the five of them, and Violet started to truly enjoy herself. Talking and laughing while leaning against Xaden’s side or having him absentmindedly play with her hair. Simply spending time with other people while just…being together, they hadn't really done that so far. And she found that she loved it, how… how normal it felt.

At some point, a waiter with a tray full of crystal chalices walked past their table, offering them drinks. Mason and Soleil eagerly reached for the sparkly wine, Xaden and Eya opted for simple orange juice.

"I'm not risking getting tipsy at these events," Eya explained with a chuckle. "I gladly leave that to those who’re expected to be a bit extra."

"Sounds like a wise choice," Violet said, also taking one of the plain juice chalices. Besides, the sweet tart from earlier was already lying rather heavily in her stomach, she didn't want to upset it further with alcohol.

And those were the only reasons she allowed herself to think about.

"I think it's time, Xaden," Mason eventually said, his eyes cast at a small stage at the far end of the room. "They're getting a bit frantic up there."

"Ah, shit," Xaden groaned, his head dropping. "I kind of hoped they forgot about that."

At Violet's puzzled look, Eya leaned in and whispered, "His speech."

Ah, right. Well, Violet had forgotten about it. Squeezing Xaden's hand, she threw him an encouraging look. "I'm sure it won't be as bad as you fear."

Xaden gave her a cheeky little smile that made warmth pool in her belly, then stepped directly in front of her and cupped her face with his large hands. Humming, Violet closed her eyes and leaned deeper into his touch, eager to be close to him.

"It won't take long," he murmured, his hands gliding to the back of her neck and his forehead resting against her own. "You'll be okay for a bit, right?"

Chuckling, Violet stretched to brush her lips against his. "Don't worry about me. I'm a big girl, I can take care of myself."

Xaden laughed, low, almost inaudible. "Yeah, I know."

He took a deep breath, as if inhaling her scent, and Violet used the moment to do the same, his mint and leather so soothing to her, like barely anything else.

"I've got to go now," he sighed, after another endless moment. "But don't worry, I'll be back before you can miss me."

"Are you saying that to soothe me or yourself?" Violet teased, and Xaden’s eyes were blazing with delight and love as he winked at her.

"You tell me."

He squeezed her hand again, then turned to walk over to the stage where a middle-aged woman in a glittering chocolate-coloured gown was apparently already announcing him.

"That boy," Soleil shook her head as they all followed Xaden with their eyes. "One day, his poor aunt will lose her shit about his attitude, and he'll have no-one but himself to blame for it."

Violet chuckled, along with the rest of them, then startled. "Wait, that's his aunt up there? Bodhi's mum? Is he here, too?" If Bodhi had brought Ridoc… this gala could turn into a disaster.

But Masen shook his head. "No, Bodhi prefers to stay as far away from any official stuff as he can. But just so you don't get the wrong impression… Xaden loves this. Maybe not the fuss some people make about it– or him specifically. But… he loves Aretia, the city and its history. He's proud of it, proud that he's still considered its unofficial leader."

"Yeah," Violet mused, smiling as she watched Xaden climb the stairs to the stage two steps at a time. "I already got that."

"You should get closer," Eya said as Xaden began to talk, but his words barely reached them back here. "We'll save this table for later and you can leave your stuff here, but his enthusiasm up there is not something you should miss."

She winked at Violet, and it only took her one heartbeat to decide that, yes, she wanted to hear Xaden’s speech. "You're right," she beamed. "I'll be right back."

With no effort at all, Violet manoeuvred her way through the loose crowd. In fact, it became easier the closer she got to the stage since everyone who wanted to listen was seated in the chairs before it, while those not interested meandered further away, leaving a bit of free space in the middle. She didn't want to disturb Xaden's speech by belatedly taking a seat, so she stayed at the back instead, half leaning against one of the mighty columns.

With one arm wrapped around her belly— she really shouldn't have eaten that mini tart— and a fond smile on her lips, she watched. Eya had been right. Xaden's enthusiasm up on that stage, the magnetism with which he drew the attention of everyone, was astounding. Just watching him, hearing him talk about the proud history of this city, it made her feel glad to be living here, too. Or maybe, that was just because of him.

At one point, he spotted her standing there in the back, and even though he didn't falter in his words, his eyes sparked with joy, with a promise for later. It made her blush, even though the queasy sensation in her stomach only grew stronger.

"Now, that's a surprise," a horribly familiar voice purred from behind her, and Violet stiffened. "Look who managed to sneak her way into this gala after all."

Strong arms wrapped around her middle, hot breath brushing against her neck where damp lips pressed a searing kiss onto her bare shoulder. It made Violet feel sick for real in an instant.

"Let go of me, Halden," she hissed, her eyes darting to the stage. If Xaden spotted them like this… she was almost worried about what might happen to Halden then. Almost. But she couldn't see Xaden anymore, Halden having pulled her back a step so they were hidden behind the column now.

"Ah, but that's not really what you want me to do, right, sweetheart?" Halden chuckled, his lips still on her skin. "I take it that you've forgiven me, after all? Such lofty words from you back then, and still you come crawling back to me."

Violet started to tremble as memories mixed with the present, his arms, his voice, the feel of his body against her own. It made her stomach lurch even harder. "I mean it, Halden!" she pressed through gritted teeth and tried to yank herself free. But his hold on her was too strong, her arms pinned to her sides. "Take your hands off me."

She could scream. Halden was too much of a coward to risk being found molesting her. And she would, should he give her no other choice. But… that was not the kind of attention she wanted, either. She would not be the cause for any scandal if she could help it.

Behind her, Halden let out a dark laugh that made the hair at her neck stand on end. "Oh, don't be like that, Sugar. Not after you put so much effort into getting here. Look at that dress and those ridiculous 'jewels'. Did your little friends help you fabricate these? So they would let you in here?" One of his hands wandered up to cup her breast. "Ah, I missed these. Missed this," he emphasised, pressing his hips against her rear. It made bile rise in Violet's throat.

"I'm serious," she growled, her hands balled into trembling fists. "Stop touching me or you'll regret it."

But again, Halden just chuckled. "Ah, but I don't believe you, Violet," he hummed, his tongue flicking against that sensitive spot behind her ear. "Why else would you be here if not to beg me to take you back? With that commendable dedication, I might even consider it— under a few conditions."

"I think you heard the lady," another voice came from behind them, louder, and it instantly flooded Violet's entire body with relief. "Take your hands off her, she doesn't want them there."

Halden growled. "Fuck off, Riorson. This is none of your concern."

"If you molest yet another woman against her will? I think that should be everyone's concern, don't you think?"

Violet could practically hear the smirk in Xaden's voice and felt one sneak across her face as well, especially when Halden stiffened at those words. That was not the kind of headline he’d want to be involved in, either.

"In this case, however," Xaden continued, his voice lethally calm and his steps coming closer. "I'm also taking personal offence if you don't take your hands off my girlfriend. Right. This. Second."

At that, Halden flinched. "Your… girlfriend?" His arms around Violet loosened, ever so slightly. But it was enough.

Shifting her weight, Violet rammed the pointed heel of her shoe down on Halden's. And when he grunted— in pain or surprise, she didn't care— she used what little space to move she had to ram her elbow back into his solar plexus.

With a funny gurgling sound, Halden's arms fell off her, and she stepped away from where he'd crumbled to the ground with an annoyed little huff. "Told you you'd regret it."

Xaden was at her side in an instant. "How are you?" he murmured, his voice now full of the concern he'd kept at bay before, his hands hovering just shy of touching her.

With a shaky sigh, Violet leaned against Xaden's chest, snuggling into his warmth and comfort. "I'm okay," she gasped, even as her hands were shaking where she was clutching at the lapels of his jacket.

Xaden's arms closed around her, tightly, and for a moment, Violet let herself be vulnerable. Here, with him, she had nothing to fear. Here, she was safe. A tiny little hiccup-y sob slipped from her chest, got muffled against Xaden's, and the nausea she'd momentarily forgotten in all this mess returned with force.

"Fuck!" Xaden grunted through gritted teeth. "I'll kill him."

Violet gasped a shaky little laugh. "I probably wouldn't mind. But I think that could get messy."

Behind her, Halden let out another grunt, his breathing laboured with pain. "Fuck, you stupid bitch," he snarled. "How dare you attack me? There will be consequences, that I'll promise you."

"Oh, there will be consequences, don't you worry," Xaden growled, and Violet wrapped her arms around his middle, to get closer to him but also to hold him back, silly as that notion was. "If you ever get close to Violet again, I swear to the Gods, Tauri…"

But Halden just let out a condescending laugh. "As if I'd want her back after you had her. She might be a good fuck, but she's not that good."

Xaden was shaking now, with rage, but Violet shook her head against his chest. There were enough people around by now who had witnessed Halden's despicable words. He would get his bill one way or another.

"Xaden, please," Violet whispered. She was beginning to feel truly sick now, the memories of Halden's breath on her skin replaying over and over in her mind. She just wanted to forget all about him.

Xaden took a deep breath and nodded. "Yeah. Let's go."

But Halden wasn't done digging his own grave, as it seemed.

"Yeah, run away. Listen to your little girlfriend, Riorson," he laughed as he fought himself back on his feet. "Gods, you're so pathetic. But good job, Violet. Getting your clever little hands on another sugar daddy, and so quickly, too. Seems like all I did wrong was not get you gifts that were expensive enough, eh?"

"Let's just leave," she whimpered, feeling how Xaden tensed where he had her tugged tightly against his side. She swallowed as more and more saliva was pooling in her mouth. She needed to get out of there. "He's not worth it."

There was a grimace on Xaden's face, rage and hatred smouldering in his eyes. But he nodded. "Yeah," he grumbled. "I know."

They only made it another few steps, though, because Halden still wasn't done yet.

"One last thing before you leave, Riorson" he cajoled. "Let me know when you're done with her. Not that I'd want your left-overs, but I know a few other guys who wouldn't mind putting up with her for a bit. You'd like that, Violet, wouldn't you? Getting more cocks in exchange for funding your exquisite tastes?"

At her side, Xaden stilled. He was breathing harshly, his eyes blazing with fury. "Oh, fuck it," he growled. He turned on the spot, walked back to where Halden was still laughing—

And punched him straight in the face.

Halden's pained outcry got drowned by the countless shocked gasps of those around them as blood gushed from his clearly broken nose. "Fucking asshole," Halden howled, aiming to swing at Xaden with one hand pressed to his bleeding face.

But Xaden sidestepped him easily. "We're done here, Tauri," he said in that lethal, cold voice. "I should have done this long ago, but enough is enough. You better not show your face again around here any time soon."

Violet swallowed as Xaden walked back to her, her hand pressed over her mouth. "I'm sorry," he murmured, flexing his hand with a slight grimace. "I know I shouldn't have lost it like that. But..." He trailed off, his teeth gritted.

"It's alright," Violet mumbled. She probably should feel horrified at this act of violence, but if anything, it made her love Xaden even more. Halden had had it coming, for a long time from what she guessed, and Xaden losing it over her… Well, if she was honest, that was actually kind of hot.

But still… more than anything, she felt like she was about to puke.

"And… and I'm sorry, too. But I think I'm going to be sick."

With one hand back over her mouth, Violet whirled around and hurried to where she'd spotted the ladies’ restrooms earlier. Making it just in time, she emptied her entire stomach into one of the toilet bowls, then slumped down onto the cool tiles.

Fuck…

Her hands were shaking as she brought them to her burning cheeks and forehead, her heart racing. This couldn't be happening.

But as much as she wanted to blame her upset stomach on this outburst, wanted to blame the mini tart that might have gone bad, even wanted to blame Halden for being such a disgusting dickhead… Deep down, she knew better.

Fuck, fuck, fuck!

But it wasn't possible!

Not feeling sick at all anymore, Violet leaned back against the tiled wall of the stall and buried her face in her hands. This couldn't be fucking happening!

And yet, it was happening.

Try as she might, she couldn't keep brushing things off as phantom symptoms. Not when she suddenly couldn't stomach sweet desserts anymore. Not when she was so tired that she couldn't make it through a single day without taking a nap. Not when she'd needed to buy new bras because the ones she'd worn for years were suddenly feeling horribly scratchy against her over-sensitive nipples.

Not when her period was over a week late.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck…" she mewled, shaking her head. What was she supposed to do?

For a few endless minutes, Violet simply sat there, on the floor of a bathroom in Aretia's City Hall, and stared at the empty wall ahead, not seeing anything. What could she do? What could she possibly do now?

"Violet?"

Violet flinched as Xaden's voice echoed through the closed door.

"Violet, are you okay?"

Wiping her nose, Violet granted herself a few moments to pull herself together again. "Y-yes," she called back, trying to keep her voice from quivering. "It was just… just all a bit much. But don't worry. I'll be okay."

"Are you sure? I can get Eya, if you want?" Xaden still sounded worried.

"Yes, I'm fine," she called back, grimacing. "Just… just give me a few more minutes, okay?"

"Okay," came his hesitant reply. "Let me know if you need anything."

Violet waited until the front door to the restroom fell closed again, then she scrambled back to her feet. Whatever she wanted to do about her… about her situation, that had to wait for now. First, she had to make it through the rest of this gala.

Cursing the fact that she'd left her clutch with her emergency makeup at their table, Violet hurried over to the washing stands. She only had a few minutes until Eya would come looking for her, after all, she was sure of that, and by then she had to be able to pretend that everything was okay. That everything was normal.

Fuck…

Gazing at her reflection, she let out a relieved sigh, grateful she hadn't put on more make-up earlier, after all. No smeared mascara or eyeliner, no all-too-visible tear stains. Maybe, a bit of cool water and a few minutes of time would be enough to cool her flushed skin and rebuild her composure.

Or maybe, somewhere some deity or other was smiling down fondly at her, after all. Because there, next to one of the basins, stood an elaborately decorated basket full of toiletries.

With quick movements, Violet sorted through the selection. There were the usual hygiene products, deodorant, wet wipes, and even a couple of toothbrushes and toothpaste. Light medication like pills against headaches or upset stomachs. Condoms— a bit late for that now. A hair brush, hair pins, and bobbles. Make-up in various shades. Maybe she wouldn't find something to exactly match her skin tone, but in the dim light outside, the difference would probably be barely visible.

Reaching for the lightest tone she could find, Violet's hand froze as she spotted the slim box lying behind it. Maybe, the Gods weren't watching over her, after all. Maybe, they were laughing at her instead.

For an endless moment, all she could do was stare at that box, at that one word printed on its side that she hadn't even allowed herself to think.

What was she supposed to do…?

Well, there really was only one thing she could do right now… wasn’t there?

Violet felt disconnected from her body as she stood in that fancy restroom, as if merely watching herself on a screen, and her hand was barely shaking as she reached for the pregnancy test.

. o O o .

AN: Phew, what a rollercoster…? 😶 That venue? 😍 Eya, Soleil, and Masen? 🥰 Halden? 🤬 Violet finally being honest with herself? 🥹 The test? 😶 …did I miss anything?

[mimikoolover]

Anon I am gonna hold your hand when I saw this. You look dumb, insecure and your ask is stupid. Jimin was on a 14 hour flight and got picked up and immediately went straight to Jk and was probably told on the way to him. We saw them together the day Jimin landed. So he went to him immediately. Maybe he didn't want Jimin to worry and staff over nothing and staff casually mentioned it to Jimin instead, since it was a sore throat and he got a shot in the butt. Jesus, you act like he was about to meet his maker and Jimin found out through a third party. lol Jikook antis are seriously the most disturbed and insecure people I've ever seen in my life and they don't hide it. What do you mean Jk went to pee pee without his Jimin, does he not love him? GTFO.

Also they’re the most look-after idols in the industry. they probably do health check-up on the regular, and are surrounded by a team which probably include health professionals. they might see various kind of doctors, physiotherapists and so on all the time. i personally don’t find it weird they don’t tell each other every single time they saw a doctor but that’s just my 2 cts.

Jimin, literally just out of a 15h flight, someone who drove him there immediately tells him that Jungkook went to the doc during those 15h. Jungkook, super extra mega busy. Insecure shippers :  why are they not able to communicate by telepathy while one is super busy and the other is in a plane? Come on, are people being serious? I’m old enough to remember a time without mobile phones, couples lasted even though they were not in communication with each other 24/7.  I’m at the point where I wish doubters would just plain stop believing entirely and leave rather than complain because Jikook don’t know every single 24/7 detail of the other’s life. This screams unhealthy insecure attachment, gosh, let them be normal and healthy in their communication, please.

the anon who questioned abt jm knowing abt jk's sore throat, well just to put in my two cents, i live with my parents rn we are in the same house and they wouldnt know if  i have a sore throat, like whats the need to display it to everyone (even when i know you are singer and have performances) in my head its like anyone cant do anything regardless, and one adult wld just assume one wld take care of it, people get cold like every other day, plus, i mean even if i know the other person or my friend has cold, i dont like point it out or talk about it always neither do they, neither do my parents, but if one sees someone struggling they 'll help, bc having a sore throat , is often known anyways if a person is sick, no need to ask abt it .... like its such a inconsequential thing, unless its bad, which cld also be why , jm question that he went to the doc , bc it cld be a bad sore throat ?

i don't really have much to add haha

[ivqnx]

Helloooo ❤️❤️

I’m curious about the Adler King AU! 👀 can you tell more about it? How did he get there? Why? Does people like him? He has a family?

I’m invested in this!

Oh heyyyyy 👋👋‼️‼️ Its good to see you Aly! How are you???? Oh, and about the King!Adler AU, ofc i can tell you more about it! Actually King!Adler AU was just a random idea that came out inside my head right in the middle of night, so im sorry if there's not enough information you need to know and I literally just make a random idea dump like this post's desc. And literally in that post, it was just idea dump and it will not be the same as the one i said here.

So now i've made my decision to create a lil bit lore since u ask for it ✨

so the first question is how did he get there? and whyyyy???? Basically, to be simple, he is the son of the King himself, THE ONE AND ONLY, but to be frank, he has a sister but was still a bit young to take the responsibility of ruling the kingdom beside him (adler himself) since she was only like around 13 at that exact time, after his father died of lung cancer. the throne was passed down to him when he was only 18 years old

the second is does the people like him? well in that idea dump post, I literally said that people didnt like him because he was ruthless, evil king MUAHAHHAHA/jk, and i decide to say that, he was a good king and not that brutal one 😭🙏‼️ And yes he was a serious king but also the sporting one according to different situation, when his citizen complains/critics about something, he will always listen and tried his best to accomplish their wishes

And thirdly, while the original canon Russell Adler family members was unknown, in my AU i just want to say that he have a family, but the only one remain are him and his lil sis, their mother, the queen, died when adler was only 15 and the sis was 9. He has a father, and how he died? i already mention the in the first point. and im sorry if i have a bad grammar 👀

Oh and good news he have two cats, a Bombay cat and an orange Maine Coon‼️🎀🐈

thats all! thanks for asking Aly ❤️❤️‼️

[rykno-j]

Ignorance (j/jk)

Summary: a new AC is installed to their shared dorm, and g/eto is (unfortunately) sensitive to the cold temperature

Ship: s/atos/ugu- they sleep together so its pretty established

Notes: i noted s/hoko calls g/ojo and g/eto by their surnames in the anime so i'll be keeping it the same way here.

the fic was just supposed to be g/eto falling sick due to the temperature, but it took a turn at the end where g/ojo experiences what a cold is for the first time.

3.2k words.

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"Waahh- It feels so much better in our room now.. Seriously, why didn't we ask for this sooner?"

"We never needed it before, it never used to be this warm."

"Ahh, ah yeah. It's because of global warming."

Geto opened his mouth to argue that it was due to them sleeping huddled together, buried in each others embrace that caused the heat, but he decided to keep quiet.

Satoru has recently invited him to sleep over permanenly, and after a few weeks, they decided to send in a request for an aircon.

In all honesty, Geto was fine with the temperature. But Gojo would wake up and complain about the heat, ending their hug. Geto was getting annoyed with it.

So now it whirled overhead.

Geto had not been able to sleep well, he admits this to himself only. He had never been too good with low temperatures, with the way his nose would start to run and with the way an itch would form at the back of his increasingly dry throat.

Tonight was no different. Despite being under the blanket and cuddled from behind, Geto found himself shivering.

It wasn't violent enough to wake Gojo up, though. Geto doubted anything would wake the other up anyway. They had tired each other out after a whole night of activity, the weight of Gojo's fingers still somewhat lingering over his wrists.

Geto stares at the small green light of the aircon. Too cold. It was way too cold.

He inhales sharply as gojo hugs him tighter from behind. Right. Satoru had a habit of doing that.

Unfortunately, the wave of cold air that entered his lungs was quite unwelcomed. Geto could feel it tickling his airways.

"..hih-N'Gxt!!"

He didn't remember it being this bad the first day the aircon got installed. It had to be his lack of sleep. More than that, his throat had been uncharacteristically dry since a few days ago

Geto swallowed as a way to test the waters. No pain. He was fine, at least for now.

Pulling the blanket up to his chin, Geto exhaled, feeling the warm of his breath against his cheek. He's fine.

Morning rolled around much faster than he had anticipated.

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"Ohayo Suguruu--"

Geto felt Gojo rubbing his head against his chest, bright blue eyes staring straight at him. He looked so endearing like this, Geto couldn't help but place a kiss on his forehead.

"Ohayo, Satoru.."

His voice had come out scratchier than normal, but he was sure it was overlookable due to it being early in the morning.

Gojo leapt out of bed, stretching himself awake. His hair poked out of his head from all different directions. To that, Gojo quickly ran a hand down his scalp.

Geto smiled to himself. Waking up like this everyday was pure bliss. Now if only he wasn't as tired as he was..

"Suguruu- c'mon, we need to go for our morning run before Sensei comes for our throats again."

Not waiting for Geto's response, Gojo takes off his shirt, bending over to dig through the drawers for his school track uniform.

Geto watches from where he was, still lying down, a faint blush dusting his cheeks. Satoru looked so damn good just by doing absolutely anything.

"Suguru? Aren't you getting up? We have to go."

"Mm, I'll catch up later.. wna lie down a little bit more."

"Ehhh..? Something wrong? Did I tire you out too much last night?" Gojo looked over to him, slight mirth in his eyes.

"Yeah, exactly that."

"Ahh, I'm sorry, heheh." (he was not sorry). "I'll see you at the track then. Half an hour max, alright? You need to run at least a round to make it convincing."

"Mm.."

Gojo turned to leave the room, before he changed his mind, scrambling over to where Geto was, leaning over to press a kiss against his temple.

"Okayyy, byeee-♡"

Geto huffed to himself. Seriously, who was the older one here? Still, he would do anything for the other. Anything.

"..hiH' hitchh-w!! hah'tzchh!!"

Anything. Even at the expense of himself.

Geto knew sooner or later he would come down with something. He always did, whenever the temperature got a little low. During the winter seasons, it was absolute hell. But at least he could dress warmly then.

In their shared dorm? Not so much.

"..hAH'dZzchh!! ..snff-"

The back of his wrist was already coated with a layer of mist. Nothing he couldn't handle. Some sleep would get rid of it, he was sure.

Geto blinked at the green light of the air-conditioner. He should.. he should really switch that off..

Curling into the warm pocket of space that Gojo had left behind, Geto drifted off once again.

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"Suguru- SUGURU-!!! Oiii, I thought I told you half hour max?!"

What was going on?

Geto was shaken awake, bright light invading his eyes as he opened them. The warm blanket around him was then yanked off roughly. A shiver ran down his spine.

"Satoru-"

"QUICK! HE'S GOING TO MAKE US CLEAN THE STOREROOM AGAIN!"

Geto felt his wrist being pulled as he was lifted off the bed. Another tug sent him flying out of the room, Gojo pulling him towards the shared bathing area.

He felt cold water splash onto his face.

"?!"

"Water. We have to make it convincing that you ran a few laps." Gojo stepped back, analysing him for awhile. "Alright. You look tired enough to pass, let's go, quickly!"

"Satoru.. I'm still in my sleepwear.."

"Heh? ..Eh?? EHHH-!!"

Gojo led him into the courtyard after a quick change of clothes. The sun had barely started to rise. Added with the consistent evaporation of the water on his skin, Geto couldn't help the light quivers that ran down his frame.

Really.. every morning with Satoru was sure to be an entertaining one, albeit tiring.

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Lunch was no different, say for the dull throbbing that had started to form throughout his head. Beside him, Gojo was talking on and on about how ugly his piece of lettuce looked.

"Shoko-!! I'm telling you! It looks juuust like the curse we exorcised last week. This part is its arms, here's the head.. Suguru- oi Suguru, it looks like it, doesn't it?"

Geto felt a jab to his rib.

"What-?" (his voice broke)

"It looks like it, right? Right?"

"Mm, yeah, yeah it does.." What was Satoru on about this time?

"See?!!" Gojo leaned back happily, waving the food item in front of Shoko, who looked extremely unamused.

Geto stared at his own tray. Inbetween closing his eyes, rubbing his temples and trying not to sneeze, he swore he had eaten more than what was left on his plate.

There was still time before the next lesson. If he took a rest now, his body might just make it in time. With that, he stood up.

"I'm going back first."

"Hahh? Suguru- I thought we were supposed to play basketball later?"

"Mm, yeah. I'm going to go get ready first."

Gojo flashed him an OK! symbol before he turned back to the table.

Now it was just a matter of how long he could keep up this guise.

Geto slid open the doors to the dorm, a wave of cold air 'welcoming' him. If he hadn't been gripping onto the door frame, Geto was sure his knees would have given way.

Shit. With their hurry this morning, they had forgot to turn off the aircon. Geto swears that if he pours water on the floor, it was going to freeze over.

The controller. Where was it? He had to turn this monstrosity off.

Geto fumbled through the mountain of Gojo's belongings on the table. Seriously, Satoru had to learn how to tidy up after himself.

Admist the searching, Geto accidentally knocks off one of their long metal rulers, and it hits the floor with a loud clang.

There goes the rest of his headache.

Finger pressed against his temple, Geto gave up looking for the controller. He wouldn't be surprised if Gojo had accidentally stuffed it into his school bag, which was currently on his person.

Well whatever.

Geto pulled open the cupboard with an effort, pulling out a few of his thicker jackets meant for winter. Throwing them onto the bed, Geto joined them shortly.

He would keep them before Satoru came to bug him for the game of basketball. He would keep them before- before..

Geto's eyelids felt heavy. He'd finish that thought later.. later.

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Back at the lunch table:

"Gojo.."

"Mm?" He pauses mid-bite. "What is it?"

Shoko sighs, playing with the lighter between her fingers. "You need to be a lot more sensitive, you know that?"

"Sensitive? You mean to cursed energy? My eyes already do that, don't worry."

"Idiot. I meant that you should be more sensitive to Geto."

"..Suguru? My eyes can tell apart his cursed energy from others."

Shoko sighs again, pressing her lighter onto the table. "Not that."

"Then? You mean I should be less rough with him when we-"

"Not that! I Do Not want to hear about that!"

Gojo smirks. "Alright, alright."

"..Anyway, didn't you notice anything wrong with him?" Shoko says instead.

"Mm? Ah.. I guess Suguru hasn't insulted my intelligence today."

"That's why I'm doing it right now."

Gojo feigns hurt as Shoko pulls out a cigarette.

"Cutting to the chase, Geto seemed barely able to stay awake just now."

He supposes she does have a point. Suguru had been exceptionally sluggish today, but he was sure it was nothing to be worried about, nothing a sugared drink can't fix.

"..Seriously Gojo, didn't you notice how tired he looked when he left the table?"

In all honesty, he had not.

"..So, do I really need to spell it out for you?"

Gojo sheepishly looked away as Shoko shot him a look that screamed "you suck!"

"I'll go check on him."

"Mm, thank me later."

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In the hallway:

Gojo made his way quickly to their dorm. Now that Shoko had mentioned it, he couldn't get it out of his head that something had indeed been up with the other.

Firstly, what was up with that whole 'sleeping-in' episode? He knew for a fact that Suguru was always the one chasing him to get changed and leave.

And Geto hadn't asked him to stop playing with his food during lunch, not once. Even though he was normally the one who ensured that Gojo's food actually made its way into his mouth.

Not to mention leaving the table alone. Suguru almost never went anywhere without him.

Picking futher, Gojo remembers how tired Geto looked in the morning, as if he didn't get a wink of sleep.

Had he really not noticed before?

Thinking about it now would do him no good. Steadying himself, Gojo slides open the door.

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"Suguruu- are you there?"

Even in the dim room, Gojo could make out the mess of blankets on their bed. He could hear Geto's shallow breaths. They sounded.. rough.. for someone who was supposedly asleep.

Something was definitely wrong. Hadn't Suguru said he was heading back to the dorms to get changed for basketb- oh. Oh of course. How could he have been so dense? The other had probably said that in an attempt to escape the lunch table.

Gojo closes the door behind him, afraid the light from outside might wake Geto up. He clenched his fist. Open, close, open.

Dammit.

How was he supposed to approach the other?

Gojo had never been in a situation like this before. In his eyes, there was nothing wrong with Suguru. His flow of cursed energy was stable, though muted. But that normally happened when he was asleep.

What was wrong, then?

As Gojo neared the bed, he saw the edge of the blanket get tugged upwards.

He reached over, tugging the blanket back down.

"Suguru, are-"

His eyes widened.

Gojo remembers how his teachers would drill into his head the concept of "searching for signs of curses using their residuals" when he first joined Jujutsu High.

Of course, he could already do that naturally with his six eyes.

But this. This was something else entirely.

What he saw in front of him was not something that would ever have been written into any mission handbook.

Gojo's eyes traced over what was presented to him when Geto looked at him hazily, as if he just woke up from restless sleep.

Cheeks flushed.

Eyes unfocused.

Nose tinted pink.

Small quivers in the fingers gripping the blanket.

"Sa-toru..?"

And when he spoke, it was as soft as ever, with an added edge of roughness that made Gojo's heart run laps around his ribcage. His voice sounded like a running river that had flowed over a particularly rocky path.

If residuals showed signs of curses in the area, what did these show?

Gojo reached out gently. He wanted to know, needed to know.

"Sugu-"

Before he could finish the sentence, however, Geto turned sharply to the side.

"..hh' w-wait.. I.. hH'gNxXt!! ..hAH'nGxt!! .. snff-!! ..m'sorry.."

"Aahh- no. It's okay- are you okay?" Gojo felt his voice catch in his throat. He had never seen Geto like this before. It scared him.

But a part of him subconsciously made his hand move to Geto's neck, pressing in softly.

He was warm, extremely warm.

In an attempt to help, Gojo tugs the blanket off Geto's body.

"..Suguru, you're going to give yourself heatstroke, take the jackets off.."

"N-No, you don't g-Hh'!! ..get it.. it's c-chH'!! hah'Ngxtt!! hih'dNxggt!! hH'gNxx-chh!! ..it's cold.."

"It is?" A genuine question.

Gojo turned to the messy table, digging through the mess of papers and unopened sweet packets. When he came up with nothing, Gojo turned to another messy pile on the floor.

"Why didn't you just say something?"

Geto watched as Gojo fished the remote out from under a discarded mission file.

The aircon went off with a beep, leaving behind a sudden dense feeling in the air. The shift in pressure placed a fuzzy feeling in Geto's sinuses.

"..hh'nGx-tch!! hH'gNxxt-iw!!"

Gojo tilted a curious head in his direction.

"Why are you still sneezing? I turned it off."

Geto shot an annoyed glance at him. "That's n-not ..hH-! ..h'Ngxt!! ..not how colds work."

"Oh." Gojo replied, dumbfounded.

"..Do you even know what that is?"

To that, Gojo nodded. "Yes, but I was told that colds are a sign of weakness, that I shouldn't get them, because I'm supposed to be the strongest, so I don't have much experience with them."

"Who told you that..?"

"The people who raised me, of course."

Geto was suddenly glad that they no longer had a hand in raising his friend. Seriously, driving these thoughts into the head of a child was wrong, even if said child was the bearer of two of the most broken abilities.

"Anyway.." Gojo continued, "Suguru, you sure it's a cold? You're strong too, so I didn't think you could.. get colds."

Geto sighed. One step at a time, it seems.

"Everyone can get them."

"Ah, really?"

"..Surely you've gotten a fever before?"

"Fever?"

Geto sighed again, reaching out to grab Gojo's hand, pressing it against his forehead.

"Tryna tell me how hot you are?" Gojo smirks slightly. "Seriously though, isn't that because you've literally dressed yourself for winter?"

He points at the jackets Geto had sitting around him.

Geto exhales slowly from his mouth. Just how was he going to explain this?

"..When someone falls sick, they get a fever, and that makes them feel cold, because of the difference in temperature between the body and the surrounding air."

"..Then why didn't you just turn the aircon off just now?"

"Because I couldn't find the damn remote through all the mess!" After raising his voice slightly, Geto turns away to cough softly into his fist. Ah, he shouldn't have done that.

Next to him, Gojo reaches for the half empty bottle of water across the table before uncapping it, passing it to the other.

For someone so seemingly oblivious to the things happening around him, Satoru was surprisingly considerate at times, Geto notes with a smile.

"That doesn't explain why this is all pink though," Gojo says suddenly, stepping up so he can press a finger to the very tip of Geto's nose.

"Sa-hH'!! hIH'dZtcHH!! haH'EhkshH!! ..Satoru! Don't..dohH'!! ..hi'tgNxtt!! ..don't do that.."

"So that's how your sneezes sound like without you pinching them away!"

Geto froze in place. Ah.. the fit had set on so quickly that he didn't have time to stifle. He hadn't even realised. A blush creeped up onto his cheeks.

"Seriously though, why do you always do that?"

Geto looked away, hoping the flush wouldn't deepen. "It's not.. well, it's not-"

"..Everyone does it, right?" Gojo interrupted. "Just like you told me everyone can catch colds, everyone sneezes too, so why are you so shy about it?"

"..Well yes, but using that same logic, you won't just change your clothes in front of anyone, would you?"

Gojo went silent for awhile, as if he was contemplating something deeply. Seconds later, he turned to Geto with a small smile.

"So I'm special then!"

"Hm?"

"Because you sneezed in front of me."

Before Geto could calm himself down enough to give an answer, Gojo bent down, pressing his lips gently against the edge of Geto's eye.

"Suguruu, was the aircon really bothering you that much? You've got eyebags."

"Mm."

"Why didn't you say anything then?" Gojo asks again.

"..You were enjoying it, so I thought I'd-"

"Sacrifice yourself for me??"

"..It's not that dramatic, Satoru."

"Yeah but still," Gojo pouts a little before speaking. "I would have suffered through the heat for you."

Yet again he proves to be considerate. How was he to respond to that?

"But then you always.. always-" ..always break the hug when it gets too hot. Geto catches himself before the rest of that sentence slips out, but the other seemed to get its implication.

"I didnt want us to wake up all sweaty, that's all. But if you're okay with it, I won't let go."

Geto opened his mouth in an attempt to deny the fact he liked being hugged, but Gojo quickly circled around to his side of the bed, leaning forward to kiss Geto's temple.

"I heard sleep helps to make colds better."

"That's what I was trying to do before you barged in and tugged my blanket off."

"Heh, a consequence of moving in with me."

"Mm. I'm not backing out, though."

"Hah! As if I would let you do such a thing."

Geto couldn't help the soft laugher that escaped him, even if it made him bend over with a light coughing fit.

"Alright alright.." Gojo said, patting Geto's back gently. "Take off the damn jacket, I wna hug you."

"..As you wish."

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The rest of the day was spent lazily in bed, with Geto occasionally waking up just to dissolve into rapid fits that left him exhausted and clinging onto Gojo for comfort.

Seriously, if colds made Suguru this touchy, he wouldn't mind helping the other through a few more.

-end-

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Finishing notes:

Filling up plot holes: the teacher cancelled lessons for the rest of the day, since it was hand-to-hand combat. with geto sick and gojo having no partner to spar with, the lesson was postponed. that's why satosugu could just stay in bed. ofc, they would have either way.

Yeah gojo caught geto's cold after this, and experienced his first sick, yay!

Sorry for the once again plot>snz fic, but that's normally how my stuff goes

Also at the beginning of the fic i wonder if anyone got the global warming reference hahsvagj

tysm for reading agshhs

-- 2 weeks to Shibuya --

[mrs-monaghan]

I can breathe a sigh of relief now. JK looks happy, healthy and thriving. I too was worried about him. And if you think about it, when JK started going live and was down in the dumps, drinking live after live, This was right when things ramped up with JM being probably more busy then he's been in a while. We had Jan starting off with Dior in Paris, then Vibe in Feb and JK came live and sang Vibe and promoted JM & it escalated from there. JM being more busy, cause Face promotions and JK coming live more often obviously emotional, but still lighting up seeing JM, still asking JM over and Still promoting JM. Promoting set me free & face and spoiling songs and compare that look to JK during when he played Letter. It was like a weight lifted. His smirk. It was out. He knew JM would be more available, still not to his liking, but enough to where they seem to be spending a lot more time together behind closed doors cause JK walking around with that post sex glow. People said we were crazy when we said that I Miss you was for JK and his Me too was for JM. So either both were cocky and assumed the I Miss You and Me Too were for the other, since they both replied to these or they were in fact meant for each other. You can still be in a relationship and still miss the hell out of your partner. I still ain't getting over JM telling JK he missed him, after seeing 10 minutes earlier. Damn stage 5 clingers. Both of them. Now JK is probably feeling the world lifted off his shoulders cause Taennie out and it frees him. He can just hang out normally with his friend now without romantic rumors. There is no turning back. Shippers may still ship, but they look even more insane, esp now that celebs and westerners have picked up on it. Like at this point, you are embrassing the hell out of yourselves still shipping TK.

I do know this is gonna be short lived and JK's promotions are coming up which is gonna take him away JM time again, then they are gonna be separated for 2 years and I feel so sorry for them, because its gonna hit them hard. If JK is missing JM just being in Seoul, but at the office. Oh man, its gonna kill him. I just hope Hybe doesn't make JM go before JK's album drops. I hope he's around to show support like JK has & be here, until and they both go around the same time. Fuck Hybe if they make JM go before JK's album. So yeah, we might be in for round 2 of sad lives from either or, once JK's promotions kick in. Just get ready.

Oh man. Why end this beautiful ask on such a sad note anon? 😔 I believe they're going to be fine. For reals. JK has already had the unfortunate experience of how it feels like to be without Jimin. So this was some kind of practice if you will.

And if they enlist at the same time like I suspect, that means they will get their breaks at the same time. Hopefully. Idk how this shit works. But this is even more reason for them to enlist together.

SK continues to relax little by little on some of their homophobic laws which I am side eyeing; wondering if it ain't BTS related 🤔 Jin and Jhope getting high rank roles also makes me wonder and gives me hope that BTS will indeed be treated differently in there. Love to see it.

I'm off topic anon, but this is your fault. I'm just trying to think how this all benefits Jikook, u know? Which is why I feel Jimin will wait for JK's album not just to support him like he always has, but also going in at the same time just works out perfectly for them. No one is inside longer than the other. U know?

Anyhu, anon, if JK changes up things, then he changes up things. And I kind of wish he would a little bit coz I wanna see his face so bad

And if he brings his boyfriend with him I will not complain. Not one bit.

[peachjagiya]

https://www.tumblr.com/dearweirdme/750304208514891776/httpswwwtumblrcomdearweirdme7502956881795809

did you see this whole enlistment discourse on @dearweirdme's page? i thought that jk and jm enlisted together because it was the only way they could be out for the reunion but apparently, if what rain and other anons said is the correct info then bh and the members should have had full control of the dates and everything

im honestly so confused😭

This got a bit long, apologies.

I did read, yes.

I'm a little confused by how it changes anything, as Rain says.

First off, I never thought they were forced into buddy system for timing of the reunion. I've always known they were choosing that.

Timing surely still plays a part in when JK enlisted. Age wise, he went in earlier than the rest of them. I believe if he went at the last possible moment (28) like the rest of them, they'd all be out in 2025 and he'd be going in. Then you have BTS without JK and that isn't what they want.

But I think the issue being discussed is why JK and Jimin took buddy system if it was a choice? So here's some thoughts on why that might be:

1. They wanted to. I'm putting this first because I just know some jkkr is lurking to catch me out and complain that I didn't consider this the most likely option. They're friends. Why not?

2. Jimin is close to Taemin who had a very bad experience. Perhaps he wanted to go in with someone. Why couldn't that be Tae or Joonie? Well my understanding is that Tae was determined to do SDT and Namjoon is pursuing a leadership role of sorts. Maybe Jimin didn't want either of those things. Maybe locations weren't right for him.

3. Maknae stuff. Jungkook being younger? Maybe wanted a buddy? See above for why that couldn't be Namjoon or Tae. (Plus other potential things preventing it being Tae)

4. JK did want to do SDT as he mentioned in that last group live but circumstances prevented it. So he went with Jimin with whom he has always been close.

5. Jimin and JK seemed most reluctant of all of them. To this day, I can't watch their last lives without crying because they both just seem so sad. They didn't seem to see it as an opportunity to do new things like Tae or to utilise their natural leadership qualities like Joonie. They just seemed to want to do it quick and quiet. I might want a friend through that.

6. Maybe cooking was always JK's plan. Maybe someone more knowledgeable can enlighten but I feel like nobody is turning up to enlistment day one with no idea what their options are? I'm pretty sure Tae said he was preparing and interviewing back during Layover. So they must have things to read, discussions, interviews, etc in the run up to military service.

It's entirely possible, if not a certainty, JK had some idea of what he wanted to do based on his skillset. Having muscles doesn't mean your entire focus is physical achievement. That's a disservice to JK to paint him as a perfect little Hercules. Maybe he wanted to cook.

If the rumoured (and logical) schedule of the kitchen staff is accurate, if the rumoured (and logical) sleeping arrangements for the kitchen staff are right, maybe JK doesn't actually spend every waking second glued to Jimin's side and maybe that was an arrangement that appealed to him ie; Having a friend there but having his own space too. If the post about JK spending his days with a smaller tight knit group he could trust was true, maybe that appealed to him too.

So... Yeah it changes nothing for me because I never even considered they didn't choose it in the first place.

I'm still absolutely grossed out by the romanticising of their time in the military and the implication that if they chose to go together, it debunks Taekook. How?! JK can be close to Jimin without us losing our minds. Real people don't live in our ship wars where its one or the other and never the two shall meet. They're friends and importantly, not a couple. So it makes perfect sense to me.

Thanks anon 💜

[local-loudmouth]

it’s crazy that 2023 is almost to an end! Another year that just flew by!

I’ll be honest, I was desperate to post my art somewhere. It’s been kinda a rough couple of years for me. And recently.

I was extremely sad last year. Around this time, actually. Let me paint a picture.

Last year, I switched schools. Which I guess doesn’t sound like a big deal, but it was to me. My whole life was at my other school. My friends. They were the best. As u can probably imagine, I starting at a brand new school is hard. Especially when everyone already knows eachother. This might come as a shocker, but I’m kinda Anti-social when it comes to ppl around my age. (Especially cuz ppl my age are such bitches Lmao) for the longest time, I coped using discord And tik tok. I Even made my own little group. But ofc, that had to come to an end too. after that, I was sad again. For the longest time I had all these ideas, but no one to really share them with.

(cuz none of my irl friends like nor watched tmnt) and recently I ended a friendship w/ someone. We were both in the wrong, I’ll admit. I did say somethings behind her back. Nothing too bad. But it did call her a hypocrite. Because she would always complain about our other friends leaving to hang out w/ other ppl. When she does the exact same thing. And I was alone. Alone at lunch. Just sitting there. She would treat me so..rudely. Just plain rude. I asked her a question (Idk what is was exactly) and she responded with such a rude response. And that was on fucking Halloween. (Which I was sick on) so that’s when the entire friendship fell to shit.

Since then I’ve been hanging out by myself in the library (well, the times it’s open anyway) so u can probably imagine how I feel. Then one day, it all changed. I discover this wonder escape. Tumblr. I signed up and made this acc. And I met such amazing ppl on it.

@allyheart707: has given me good advice on my little comic series, genially super nice, fun to chat w/. I think I’ve been mutuals w/ her for the longest.

@ghosty-0w0: very silly, I have so much fun doing art collabs w/ you!! Again, very nice and thoughtful. Mutuals for a bit but it feels longer!!

@mikey-rottmnt: the ultimate silly, whiteboard was to much fun (I’m gonna try and make another board for us lol), I have no idea how we became mutuals lmao. Very fun to chat w, always open to listen, caring and sweet. I enjoy having conversations w/ u!

@c00kietin: I had a lot of fun drawing u!!!, Irish gang 🍀☘️, that one time I didn’t get sleep was chaotic, very chill, a local amphibia fan!! I wanna talk more w/ u, cuz ur js so cool!!

I Hope y’all have an amazing new year! May the year bring u luck, kindness, adventures (hopefully) not artblock, and alot of ideas!! (Not that anyone of u need them, cuz ur so creative!!)

and dw..Hehe..I will make u all suffer w/ ANGST ANGST AND…fluff. JK MORE ANGST >:))

(no but real talk I will not js do all Angst I swear—)

I APOLOGIZE FOR THE OTHER MUTUALS THAT IK AND ARENT ON HERE, ITS CUX I FORGOT UR TAGS!!!

[lockandkeyhyena]

Tricks up my sleeves took YEARS to be completed and they want to pretend they didn't know about the drama until now? After admitting they unfollow anyone who DARES bring up what shitty things ppl in the community are doing?? It's such BS what are yall talking abt them acting reasonably. Have any of you read the actual comment they made, there's a reason they're being so vague about "problematic" stuff the artists did because both drew CP and one of them STILL HAS A PLATFORM. If you replaced problematic artists in their comment with "people who sexualize children" it'd sound insane hence why they're being so vague and weird about it. It's pure manipulation folks!! Also they supported JK Rowling with a drawing for her birthday on twitter and said they "didn't agree with her views" but were still gonna support her. This is that same attitude but for people who did something that is literally ILLEGAL what do u mean reasonable this is one of the worst responses I've seen in my life??

They made it all about "poor me the internet is so mean just bc I put some bad people who did bad things [they rlly don't wanna mention what was actually done LMAO] Im a grown ass adult who thinks I shouldn't have any responsibility to protect my mostly child audience pwease tell me I sound reasonable." We are not rewriting this narrative to be nice to them come on guys.

Their care about the victims to these people is SO PISS POOR, they won't even add A WARNING A WARNING a sentence in the desc saying 'hey these two people suck don't watch if that would upset you'. Then at the same time are telling people to just not watch it if they don't like it? HOW??? IF YOU WON'T WARN THEM WHAT'S IN IT THEY CAN'T AVOID IT?? Almost like admitting they have two abusers in their map would be like... A bad look or something and they care abt that more than others safety or comfort.

Also they deleted my reply to their comment saying all this so no, they're not "being reasonable" this is purely and simply protecting the horrible artists who did that shit. Let's not play devil's advocate for ppl who draw CP please-

jesus christ calm down i was just giving my uninformed opinion on the situation because people asked. did you not see my reply adding that if they purposefully blocked people warning about dangerous people in the fandom, they have no right to complain when people point out that they have unsafe people in their map?

how the fuck did you jump from that to me ‘playing devils advocate for people who draw cp’???

if i sound defensive its because i. am. obviously.

[bubmyg]

i read your post about how many fans dont know how to interact w bts' music of substance and it got me thinking abt how ppl treat decalcomania

its a heavy song that iirc jk wrote when he was in a bad place esp when he was struggling regarding his identity of own self vs jungkook of bts (pls correct if me if im wrong)

when golden was announced i saw so many ppl wishing for decalcomania on the album as well as so many hit twts abt the song on streaming platforms. like i understand it as a little jokey joke bc it is a beautiful song and i personally resonate with it a lot and listen to it on soundcloud occasionally, but the number of twts i saw regarding it was so??? like jk himself has said multiple times that hes retired the song and hes moved on and reconciled w that period of his life and yet 🧍

like even if there is a chance that the song does end up on golden (i dont think it will tho) all ppl are gonna talk about is how a years old song is topping the charts and its streams and sales etc etc

half the hit twts after a release are all abt the charts and sales its so disappointing and its rendered twt useless to have any sort of nuanced & indepth conversation regarding their music sigh

i apologise for the long ask TvT

anon you and I are like that meme of the two people w their brains fused bc yeah. like sorry but if you hear someone say “probably won’t be including that one, I wrote that when I was depressed” you, logically, go oh yeah sorry! if u don’t wanna release it and relive that then I respect that! but no one listens to him speak so that’s the first hurdle. and yeah aside from chart arguments, even if he did release it and it did have a performance, everyone would just sexualize the hell out of whatever he did for it then go back to complaining that squirting metaphors in 3D are too crass.

AND AHHH UR SO RIGHT??????? I love lyric parallels like that I love this sm omg. filing away in my bts mirrored lyrics folder. HAPPY MIMI DAY ANON I hope u get urself a nice treat today <3

[struggle-but-its-all-ocean-floor]

pretty much just echoing what other anons are saying about the absolute lack of nuance that armys have fostered where anyone who has a negative opinion about anything the members do is just an uncultured hater who wants the entire wrath of stan twitter to fall on x member.

while i do think black armies are absolutely correct about the virtue signaling and pearl clutching that white armies tend to do when it comes to sexual references in hip hop/rap outside of bts and agree that it is largely based in racist stereotypes. i think the “bora glasses” are causing them to miss the point of a lot of the uproar. its not about lyrics being sexual bc this (for the most part) did not happen with latto’s verse. in addition, a lot of them hate to admit they find this language attractive bc its the kind of stuff we have been socialized to expect from men since we are little girls. i am latina and grew up around reggaeton (heavily influenced by rap and hip hop) where a min. 80% of the music is extremely degrading and objectifying of women. even as a queer adult woman in her late 20s while i acknowledge this issue with the genre (and have heard much more explicit things) a lot of that music is extremely nostalgic to me. so i understand the cognitive dissonance but i cannot accept that from men i expect better from (not JH obviously lol).

and yes, i do think this is a bad look for JK even if he didn’t sing or write that part bc either he’s aware of the meaning and has no problem with it or is that oblivious to not even know what someone is saying on his own damn song. the fact that an alternate version even exists with this collab tells me that the check cleared before someone in a board room went “actually maybe not”.

despite my deep respect for BTS throughout the years, at the end of the day I will always acknowledge that they are men. they are not some sexless unicorns raised in a place with no misogyny or gender roles, they are men and like most other men they engage in behavior that often betrays the respect of most women whether consciously or subconsciously. we simply may not see it bc they are celebrities with pretty curated online personalities. now, that doesn’t mean i think they’re secretly chauvinistic pigs but despite my respect for them i always keep a degree of distance bc they *could* be.

i will add that the “bora glasses” are a hell of a drug. the double standards when it comes to the members vs other celebrities is insane (and i dont even like most celebrities lol). i know not a single one of these armies would think twice about talking shit about a song like this if it were from anyone else and that’s what really disappoints me about what our spaces have turned into.

I really appreciate your perspective on what the previous anon said , given your own personal experiences and culture. I'm obviously not the best person to speak on this subject.

I agree that the "bora glasses" are a real thing. It seems to me that even "normal" Armys are complaining a bit about the song, however, which is good. But I don't know that the solo version exists simply because Hybe foresaw the original would upset people. They likely wanted to recreate with 3D what they did for Seven - two versions counting as one, or at least another version to boost streams apart from the instrumental. Since it didn't make sense to have a clean and explicit versions again, and because maybe they knew some fans hadn't liked Latto's verses or Seven being a feature, they used the same strategy they applied to TXT's Back For More recently, and recorded a solo version.

I also agree that BTS are men, so, like all men, they're probably a lot more insensitive and ignorant to sexism than we imagine, and say or do a lot of things that would disappoint us (though I don't believe they're secretly chauvinistic pigs at all).

Anyway, thanks for your fresh take!

[kooktrash]

i feel like last anon was being obtuse

at least for the USA there are two sets of 18/19yro

ones in highschool

ones in college/are living adult lives

reasons to believe that yandere highschool anon MAY BE a minor

anon is a 15-17 yro minor who wants to be aged up in fic to a 18yro/senior and wants Jungkook the same age

anon is a 15-17 yro minor and wants Jungkook to be older but not out of highschool hence the 18yro ages

anon is a 18 yro who wants Jungkook the same age and is still in highschool

Or on the off chance, this is an adult tryna re-live highschool through fic (which im putting my hands up and backing away cuz i dont know what to make of that)

the reason you have 18/19yro friends is because THEY ARE MOST LIKELY OUT OF HIGHSCHOOL AND ARE COLLEGE/FULLTIME WORK FORCE ADULTS

thats not hard to grasp... like come on

when i graduated HS in 2021, i was 19 (my bday is late - nov 2002). i felt like an adult when i entered college. i was not talking to other 18/19yros who were still in highschool cuz thats weird to me, even if we were the same age (excluding siblings/cousins). i dont know how other peoples highschools function but we rarely mingled with lower grades unless in extracurriculars but even then once you graduate you only really keep in contact with the friends you graduated with so...

but anyway, i was not reading online fics/published books set during highschool cuz that part of my life has passed.

and i even waited till i was in college to REALLY start reading smut fics. like i dabbled as a hardheaded minor but stopped cuz i realized that sex is not the end all be all of life. its only a minor aspect so i went back to being in a child's place (cartoons, barbies, and justice store). luckly i didn't need an adult to block and yell at me to leave them alone.

i say all this to say that highschool 18/19 is very much different than college/adult living 18/19, so people can very well tell highschool students to be off their page but still have 18/19 ADULT friends who go to COLLEGE or work a 9-5 and pay they bills.

but also highschool is boring and such a confining setting. you can't do much with it. even most books with highschoolers take majority of place outside school and dont even touch on highschool life.

the only one i can think of 13RW and we all know that could have taken place in college or military base/barracks or a futurist space academy on a actual space ship. hell that's probably why the book/show was so crazy cuz it had to be spiced up from regular ass highschool life.

im sorry this is long but yall not bout to make my good sis look bad/weird. like think critically for a second before asking.

ok no let’s talk about this 🤔

the anon felt the need to point out that I had a friend who is 18/19 like first of all who are you talking about bc if it’s who I THINK you’re talking about. she’s about to be 20 🤧 second, me choosing not to write characters 18/19 and below shouldn’t be a problem. I’m 21 YEARS OLD why would I want to write a character a couple years younger than me? even the idea of writing an 18 year old jk in high school with explico content is weird to me.

also, I graduated high school six months after my 17TH BIRTHDAY [oct. 29, 2001] and that was four years ago cause I graduated in 2019 , why would I want to write high school ANYTHING?

when I started college I was 17 and obviously had older friends too bc like you said that’s how adult life works. I have a coworker I’ve known since she was 17 and I didn’t even start hanging out with her till after she turned 18 bc what would I have in common with a high schooler?

anyways, the anons are running out of things to complain about so this time it was about me not wanting to write younger characters, just say you’re bitter or a minor and move on [and I’m not referring to the person who commented on my friend being 18/19 bc idk what their true intention was]