#kim doyeon x reader

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I.O.I Masterlist

(f) - fluff, (a) - angst, (af) - angst + fluff, (s) - smut

Lim Nayoung:

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Kim Chanmi:

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Kim Sejeong:

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Jung Chaeyeon:

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Zhou Jieqiong:

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Kim Sohye:

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Yu Yeonjung:

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Choi Yoojung:

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Kang Mina:

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Kim Doyeon:

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Jeon Somi:

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OT11:

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A Knock on My Heart — 김선우

summary : one of your bestfriend, yeri, just got dumped by her boyfriend so in order to cheer her up, you and your friends decides to go on girls trip together during your school term break, promising to forget any boys that come between you and your friends. however, certain someone (or might i say a few) came into your life and the promise yall vow to not break, might actually crumble any moment. would you go back home solo or would sunwoo managed to steal your heart?

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CHAPTER 14 : Perfect time to play matchmaker

After a long, hearty meal with your friends, you find yourself in the sanctuary of the ladies’ room, finally peeling off the weight of the day—literally, as you carefully remove your heavy makeup and begin your skincare routine. The relentless heat and the chaos of juggling your role at the class booth have left you feeling drained.

As you slip into something more comfortable, you overhear Doyeon and Yeri giggling, eyes glued to their phones. "They're probably texting their boyfriends" Natty says from somewhere behind, startling you.

“B-boyfriends? Younghoon and Juyeon?” you blurt out, caught completely off guard. Natty shrugs, nonchalantly applying her lipstick. "Why are you so shocked? It was bound to happen."

You nod slowly, processing the news. “Then that means you’ve got a clear shot at Sunwoo. He’s here too, right?” Natty glances at you as you tie your hair back, her expression neutral. "I already told you, I don't—"

“Sure, sure” you cut her off with a knowing smile, “but you can’t lie to me, honey. Your whole face screams ‘I miss him.’ ” You pat her shoulder warmly. "I’ll help you get closer to him if we see him later." you winked cheekily at her.

Before Natty can respond, you call out to the others, “I’m heading back to the booth!” After you left, Natty can’t help but wonder how you would have felt knowing the truth about how Sunwoo really feels towards you. "How am I supposed to tell her that he likes her and not me?" she likely wonders in silent turmoil.

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Back at the booth, you switch shifts with your classmates, diving headfirst into the demanding work—taking orders, mixing drinks, restocking supplies. Time passes in a blur, and before you know it, the sun is dipping low on the horizon. The class booth has drawn more attention than you expected, and you’re so busy that you don’t even notice the group of boys approaching. That is, until you hear a voice that stops you in your tracks.

Sunwoo.

He greets you with that wide, awkward smile of his, clearly flustered as his friends tease him from behind. Before you can return his greeting, your classmate Gunwook calls out, "Hey, can you help Sungchan and a few others? We need more hands to carry stuff from the truck."

You give Sunwoo an apologetic nod before rushing off, leaving him hanging.

“Bro, did you just get ignored?” Hyunjae teases, laughing. Sunwoo just grumbles under his breath.

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After hauling heavy boxes and catching your breath, Mark, another classmate, sidles up to you. "Hey, someone wants to take a picture with you."

You raise an eyebrow. "Who?"

Mark gestures toward Sunwoo, who’s standing there, looking somewhat expectant. A sly grin spreads across your face. "Perfect. Time to play matchmaker" you thought.

“Tell him I’m busy,” you say with a mischievous glint in your eye, “but i'm sure he wouldn't mind taking a picture with Natty”

Mark gives you a strange look. “Okay but why are you smirking like that? I'm a little creeped out”

You wave him off. “Just do it.”

Thinking you’d done a stellar job playing matchmaker between Natty and Sunwoo, you couldn’t help but mentally pat yourself on the back as the evening wound down. The school event wrapped up around 8 p.m., and the air buzzed with the energy of students packing up. Your class was just as busy.

As you carefully peeled off the Polaroids that had been pinned to the wall—a collage of moments from the day, you heard a soft cough behind you. Startled, you turned to find Yunho standing there, hands casually in his pockets.

“You looked scarily cool in that cosplay. Wish I’d stopped by earlier to see that” he said, a faint smile tugging at his lips. The compliment hit you unexpectedly, and you felt a slight blush creep up your cheeks.

“What brings you here, anyway?” you asked, trying to keep your tone neutral.

“I brought these” Yunho said, pulling out a box of mochi from a plastic bag. “My class made them. I remembered how much you love these.” You blinked, surprised by the thoughtful gesture. “T-thank you! I saw them earlier but didn’t have time to grab any.”

Yunho chuckled. “I guess I’m a mind reader, huh?” He paused before adding, “Are you almost done, or—”

Before he could finish, your homeroom teacher’s voice rang out, calling for all the students. You glanced back at Yunho, offering an apologetic smile. “That’s my cue. Sorry, Yunho, but we’ll talk later.”

You rushed off to join the group, the teacher delivering a quick debrief, thanking everyone for making the event a success. But as you listened, Doyeon nudged you sharply.

“What’s going on with you and Yunho? Why are you talking to him again?” Her eyes bore into you with unspoken accusation.

You avoided her gaze, shrugging it off. “What’s wrong with talking to him? It’s not like I’m planning to get back with him or anything.”

Doyeon wasn’t convinced. “You better not! Do you remember how he nearly humiliated you in front of the entire school after your confession? He rejected you like it was nothing.”

Natty, who had overheard, nodded in agreement. Her words were casual but carried weight.

Doyeon’s question pulled you into a momentary haze, dragging you back to a memory you’d tried to bury. The moment that had fractured everything.

You and Yunho had been inseparable once, friends since childhood—long before you met the girls. You two did almost everything together, from attending the same schools to joining the same after-school activities. When you introduced him to the others, it had felt natural, effortless. The four of you became a close-knit group, and people even envied how close you were to Yunho.

There had been a time when someone tried to hurt you—an accident involving a potted plant that nearly struck you. Yunho had been the one to step in, shielding you. The plant hit him instead, bruising his arm but sparing you. You never forgot how he downplayed the injury, assuring you he was fine, but it left you feeling indebted to him in a way you couldn’t shake.

Somewhere along the way, that sense of gratitude blurred into something deeper, something you couldn’t control. And one day, without thinking, you decided to tell him. It was after one of his soccer practices, during a break. You’d walked up to him, heart pounding, trying to play it cool.

He’d greeted you with his usual warmth, happy to see you. You talked for a while about nothing in particular until you brought up your feelings—your confession. The moment the words left your mouth, you could feel the weight of every gaze around you. His teammates, a few other students—they all witnessed it.

Yunho, always polite, turned you down. “I’ve only ever thought of you as a friend” he’d said, gentle but firm. He hadn’t realized his kindness, the way he treated you, had made you believe there might be something more.

Your heart sank as you struggled to hold back tears. “O-of course. My bad, Yunho. I just wanted to tell you how I feel… but you don’t have to feel the same way. I’m sorry for thinking that.”

You’d barely managed to keep it together, your voice cracking despite your best efforts to appear strong. That was the last time you and Yunho had spoken. After that day, the two of you drifted apart, the once easy friendship now strained, tangled in unspoken hurt.

Since then, you hadn’t just lost Yunho—you’d lost a part of yourself. His rejection had left you carrying an insecurity that still weighed you down, even now.

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a/n : hi everyone! i just wanna say im really thankful to whoever been liking this story and i really appreciate it. however, i have bad news 😔 this might be my last update for the time being as i have to focus more on work, unfortunately so i hope you guys can understand and wait patiently (im definitely not giving up the story just hiatus for awhile...)

[onakomiyaki]

I saw her standing there | dr3 x reader (the snippet)

rom-com | slice of life | smau + written

summary : daniel never liked music that much, so when his older sister told him that he will be the next owner of the practically defunct family music store, he almost wanted to run away again. then he saw her, bright and as warm as the sun, and he thought, yeah he might give this a chance after all.

a/n : this is part of the raceway retail series by @ham1lton make sure to check them out ! <3

faceclaim used : kim doyeon of weki meki, @.lafilledhiver

full ver here.

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user1 Y/N is cooking something, I just feel it.

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[fillinforlater]

Possession of the Queen II

Female Reader x Kim Doyeon

Length: 3139 words

Tags: submissiveness, lesbian sex, size kink, dom/sub dynamics, people as sex toys, cunilingus, public sex, exhibitionism, clothed pussy, hair pulling, pussy eating but no breathing, emotional stimulation, orgasm, hints of love, sub!reader / dom!Doyeon

TW: very much public sex

Inspiration: "Sweet Juice" by Purple Kiss, @banananutsmuthie and because Doyeon hella gay

Credit: @midnightdancingsol for editing. Thank you!

PART 1 HERE

(A/N: Here we go, finally part two... if anyone actually cares xD. I really like writing these, it's definitely something different from the usual here. I hope you enjoy it too.)

“If it's that important to you, I won’t make it a problem.”

“Thank you so much!”

You give your boss a quick bow. Your heart still races after uttering your request and getting it accepted. It was likely that he would allow you to take some time off without prior warning, but there is something so wrong about it—sure, you do not know why your queen wants you around, but it’s surely not an acceptable reason to leave your awesome boss hanging, unless being a sex toy is socially accepted now.

“Can I know though,” your boss adds as you try to leave the office quickly, quietly, unsuccessfully, “what their name is?”

He has a big smirk across dark skin. while your skin on the other hand turns bright red, putting signal lights to shame. You don’t have to answer this, it’s  certainly better to go now but you stop yourself. He has it figured out, your lie must have been even worse than you thought. 

Now what? Is there a good response to this? Can you at least hide your lies better this time? Or are you willing to reveal some of this craziness to him?

“I’m sorry,” he says into the hard silence after a few seconds, “you don’t have to ans—”

“She—I mean, they, a-are awesome. Tall, strong, sm-smart and a-all that.”

He smirks again. 

“I see. I hope you have a good time and that things will work out~”

Goddammit, your good-for-nothing mouth—or is it your brain—that has these lapses every time she gets mentioned, only hinted at? 

You dart out of the office and onto the busy street. Humans walk across the sidewalks, from all sides they collide like tidal waves, yet they never hit each other. In this mess, there is you, a small nothing that no one notices. Among people with suits and ties and college students, you are invisible.

Is this your attempt at trying to run away from your embarrassment? 

In all honesty, it might—another reason why you could never be on the same level as Doyeon. 

She would stand her ground and command respect; you on the other hand can barely walk straight without bumping into a stranger. She would get her way, and if anyone disobeys, she would step over him with a death glare; you on the other hand shriek when someone laughs loudly. Doyeon would do whatever she likes; you on the other hand are a flower amidst the waves.

#

You gasp loudly when you see Doyeon laying in the spot you usually take in when she wants your services. 

You certainly did not expect her to already await you, but what’s even more surprising is everything else. The way Doyeon swipes disinterestedly on her phone is almost as confusing to you as her outfit. The cool casualness of the all black shirt, shorts and stockings, paired with surprising sexiness does not fit her image of a cruel negotiator and business woman.

“Hi,” she says and looks at you. 

“H-hello, my Queen,” you stutter and bow your head. 

You feel her gaze on you a bit longer, before she goes back to watching reels, shorts, tiktoks, whatever. Although Doyeon has never looked at you for this long at a time, you’re still not nearly as interesting as the modern, mindless entertainment videos. 

“You can leave the backpack there,” she adds, not bothering to speak louder than the voice from her phone. “Whatever is in it, you won’t need it for the next forty-eight hours. Just put it down.”

“Yes, Queen.” 

You follow her command. The heavy green backpack was filled with literally everything you could think of, like Spare underwear, a tooth brush, snacks, a razor, spare glasses, even a marker, ropes, and a brand new dildo. You remember the tingling in your stomach when you pressed all these things into the backpack.

“You’re very punctual,” Doyeon says and throws her phone somewhere onto her large bed. She inches closer, off the cushions, until she stands right before you. “It seems to be one of your virtues. I like that.”

“Thank you, my Queen.” You bow again and get on your knees. Like so often, you feel right at home. Whenever you’re here, this is your proper place, with your forehead right at her kneecaps. 

“And you are so obedient. I really like that” Doyeon coos and gently guides your chin up. Her thumb enters your mouth, the smell of her body enters your nostrils. It’s divine, golden, immaculate. You carefully suck her digits and moan an equally careful “thank you” as you do so. 

“Our taxi leaves in one hour. In the bathroom is everything you need. Pick the clothes that you like and the make-up that makes your cute face look even prettier.” Doyeon’s explanation is quick, point after point like bullets fired from a gun. “Only call me if something is urgent. Understood?”

“Yes, Queen.”

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Doyeon is constantly breaking all the notions you held about her before. She is so confident and absolutely majestic about it that it makes you doubt your eyes for a second. When you step out of the bathroom in one of the many simple, forgettable, loose outfits that were available, she already waits at the door in black leggings, a tight white crop top, and a huge overcoat draping from her shoulders. An outfit unfitting to your image before this day; she is really changing it up today.

‘Hurry up,’ she says with no urgency or stress, but excitement hidden beneath layers of professionalism. You take quick little steps behind her, down the stairway, across the lobby, into the taxi. Doyeon on the other hand takes strides, slow strides in brand new sneakers, but in your head they sound like clicking high heels. 

The taxi ride is quiet the first few minutes, until Doyeon breaks the silence.

“Why did you choose that outfit?”

You look at her, but she looks out of the window. Something is blocking your throat making your voice sound like a pathetic cheep.

“I thought you would like this, I’m sor—”

“It looks good, better than I thought.”

Then it’s back to silence. As more time passes, you feel yourself getting more relaxed. Even the taxi driver, an uptight professional with flawless driving skill, seems more tense than you. He doesn’t dare to clear his throat, although his face looks cramped. You still can’t point out what changed though. Maybe it’s her compliment, her more approachable manner?

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“We arrived. Follow me,” Doyeon says. You open the door on your side of the cab. The two of you climb out of the yellow vehicle. Doyeon throws what looks like at least two thousand dollars in green bills at the driver and tells him to stay put. She then turns to you.

“In the middle.”

Doyeon points towards the wide facade of the building right before you. Hundreds of people walk into and out of the rotating glass doors. Screens with billboards and repetitive ads are plastered everywhere. It seems that it’s even more extreme on the inside. Store after store after restaurant after store, some filled to the brim with people. A vibrant mall in the middle of a bright city. 

“In the middle,” the Queen repeats herself with more assertion this time, “is something like a plaza, with a red floor made of sandstone. Make sure to stay by my side and lift your head while we walk there.”

She leans down to your face and you freeze in place. Your knees almost bend at her hot breath and scary whisper.

“Everyone should see your pretty face.”

The strides, again. Doyeon’s long legs carry her quickly into the crowd. Your glasses almost fall from your sweaty nose when you hastily run behind her. Luckily, the tall woman is easily visible among all those people who dare to not part like the sea before her.

Behind the entrance, the crowd has thinned out a little, making it possible for you to walk beside Doyeon. You won’t lie, it feels odd. Her entire plan is odd. People might get the wrong idea. They shouldn’t get any idea to begin with. For those that notice you to think that you two are equals, acquaintances, lovers even would be utterly false. If they knew you just are her sex toy of course would be very much mortifying.

As your mind makes up one concern after the other, you don’t think about why you are heading to where you are heading. An empty plaza with a red sandstone floor. It fits the color scheme of the rest of the building perfectly. A space without endless amounts of feet trampling on it is massively needed to thin out the packed crowd. 

Suddenly, Doyeon reaches for your hand and entwines her fingers with yours. You yelp and look up.

“Keep your head up like this,” she says coldly, without looking at you. 

You cringe at the sweatiness of your palm compared to the dry coldness of Doyeon’s. They must be perfect for hand shakes during her meetings. She speeds up and drags you behind her for a second until you regain footing. Try to keep your head up, look at the signs above the stores, praising delicious food or sales for cloths or fucking insurances. Who goes to a mall to buy insurance?

“You see it?” Doyeon asks, gradually decreasing her walking speed. Ahead of you is the previously mentioned plaza. Rough-looking tiles spread out into all directions from which people flock to the stores they like to visit. It's impossible to make progress without bumping into them. However this plaza is completely empty and everyone has an unobstructed view of it, especially from the upper floor.

Your heart beats faster every meter you follow Doyeon into the middle. The moment she stops, her hands are on your shoulders and she pulls you in front of her. You didn’t notice that she put on one of those black face masks that not only block you from breathing in smog and viruses but also keep your identity hidden. With just her eyes she stares you down, you can’t help but feel like a tiny, fragile puppy before her. 

“Such a good girl,” Doyeon says and quickly drags a thumb over your glossy, red lips. “You know what to do, right?”

Doyeon unbuttons her overcoat to reveal her slender, athletic figure in tight clothes to you. Her leggings are pulled up just above her navel, the tight crop top makes her breasts look big and—Wait, what?

“Get on your knees.”

Around Doyeon, you always lacked the humane reaction to all her sexual requests: hesitation. She was just so overpoweringly convincing, there is no way you would have resisted her. But today it’s different. There are other people around, and you’re wide in the open for everyone to see. It’s just not the same, how could she expect you to oblige.

You stare up at her. Something about her gaze is off. It’s commanding, sure, but not with the same kind of power she usually possesses. It’s like Doyeon wants you to do it not out of fear or awe, but for a different reason. You try to decipher this reason as your hands instinctively reach for her overcoat for stability, almost having the audacity to touch her slender waist. 

It’d be easier if you could see the rest of her face, those beautiful features, the way they contort at the lack of your reaction. The frown above her eyes, each wrinkle is dishonest and not telling the whole truth. Doyeon’s nails suddenly dig into your biceps, but it’s just another front. She is not saying it, there is no reason, and so you just stand there, neck hurting from staring up.

“Get on your knees, please.”

You gasp. If it weren’t for Doyeon’s hands on your arms, you would have fallen backwards, died on impact. The red sandstone would meet the red of your blood, and if you’re honest, after hearing this, it’s not even half bad. You’re the one getting on your knees, the one who looks weird for bystanders, the one who is on mouth-level with Doyeon’s pussy, yet she falters and loses her power. 

Her hands are in your hair, making a mess of it, which isn’t unusual, however, today she is not pressing you into her core, her awaiting, eager lips. She is not using you, she is waiting for you to put your tongue on it. Even though she gives you all the control, the moment you realize the lack of panties underneath her leggings, you dig in. 

From the beginning, her moans are loud enough to drown out the announcement of a missing child. You lean in further, the hem of your skirt barely covering your butt now. You knew it was short, but it’s scary to think that anyone just needs to tilt their head a bit down to see a damp spot on your light blue panties. 

All because she said please? Throw away perhaps your job, your dignity, your life just for this one word? Judging from the way you find and nibble her clit with delight, it’s a resounding yes. You’re out of your mind—good.

Doyeon hisses and takes a step back. Your mouth instinctively follows and the inside of your thighs gets colder. People can see them, it’s not even a risk, it’s certainty. You hear the first shocked gasps from nearby girls. There are more and more people that slow down and stare. Those shopping stop and stare, those chatting stop and pull out their phones, even those in a hurry can’t help but stop and turn their head.

Flashes of light, the clatter of cameras accompanies your tongue as it presses the black fabric into the wet hole. You might not reach deep, but it’s enough to make Doyeon pull your hair in ecstasy. She goes from gazing up at the tall, glass ceiling, to down at you, the short girl with glassy eyes behind displaced glasses. She gently adjusts them, her sweaty fingers trailing over your equally sweaty cheeks.

Everyone is watching now. It’s eerily quiet, only whispering and the occasional camera can be heard. You know the rest is filming, gawking, getting aroused or infuriated, but your licks don’t stop. You eagerly eat Doyeon, faster than ever before. You dare to hold her thighs steady, as they tremble. Her arousal drenches more of her crotch, then her legs, but most importantly, your mouth. 

You get ready to drink when she finally pulls you in herself. Your eyes roll into the back of your head as clear liquid goes through the expensive fabric and finds a way from Doyeon’s pussy into your mouth. Your nose is in her pelvis too, there is no oxygen, just cum and Doyeon’s feral groans. 

The next thing you notice is her hand on your wrist. Doyeon has the overcoat back on and pulls you up from your feet before sprinting back the same way you entered the mall. The two of you crush into the frozen, flustered crowd like a bowling ball into pins. People tumble and fall to the floor, as do your glasses. No time to look back, Doyeon is going full speed for a reason. 

Outside, unassuming travelers get shoved to the side, cursed out by her sudden regain of dominance, before she literally throws you onto the back row of the same cab as before. “West side, fast” she shouts at the driver and gets in as well.

The tires screech as Doyeon is still on top of you. She finds footing and grabs you by the sides like a child to make you sit up straight. The lack of glasses is not the main reason for your hazy vision. It’s all happening so fast, you forgot how to breathe up until this point. You take rapid, uncontrolled breaths; the strange smell of the taxi, a mixture of sweat, cigarettes and death, is welcomed by your nostrils. 

“Hi, we’ll be there in twenty to thirty minutes,” Doyeon says into a phone on her cheek as she pulls away the black mask. “Yeah, depends on traffic. But feel free to prepare everything. I’ll take blonde. Yes, darker. I don’t think yellow suits me.

“What about you?”

She looks over to you. Your face must speak volumes of your confusion and it gets even worse when Doyeon leans closer to you.

“What color do you want?” she says nonchalantly, as if the last ten minutes were just a fever dream, the imagination of a horny boy walking in a mall and imagining that these two women might be more than friends. 

“Uhm, I-I don’t—”

“Hair color, babe, which one do you want?”

Doyeon is so nonchalantly again, and you cannot deal with it. Her face is so fucking close, her smell suddenly too overwhelming and that word is making you spiral out of control.

“Pick whatever you want, it’s one me,” she adds and puts a finger on your knee. Only now you notice the red imprints and grazes on them and that they actually hurt. Your mind must have blocked out the way the rough sandstone grinded on your skin. 

“Uhm, I, uhm, I take blue?” you say, unsure, unfocused, but Doyeon is satisfied with the answer. 

“Did you hear that, Kellie? Yes, blue. I think a darker tone will suit her. Of course she is. Yes, see you, bye.”

Doyeon slides the phone back into her overcoat and opens it. Her chest is still heaving as well, her abs and navel are entirely exposed now, and her leggings are thoroughly soaked. It’s all you can see, because she is so fucking close. Even after this weird phone call, she still does not back off. Instead, she cups your entire knee and gently rubs it.

“I know you don’t understand any of this yet,” she sweetly says and chuckles. “But I know you trust me, right babe?”

Her eyes have this glow again. The same glow as back in the mall. This is a sincere question, there is real uncertainty behind it. Doyeon knows that she should be right about you trusting her, but you still have to confirm it. 

You nod, flushed, out of breath once more, before putting your answer into words. 

“Yes, Que—”

Doyeon puts a finger on your lips. She goes further in, lips on your earlobe, hot breath down your neck, fingers up your thigh. You are ready, so ready for her to make you melt into the seat. She just needs to bite down, put her fingers on your nub or just say the right word, and you would lose your mind.

“Don’t say it yet,” she whispers.

“Keep it for later, babe.”

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Rules, kinks and favorite idols/groups

I've had this blog for a while but finally I'm not busy enough to keep it active. So there are the rules:

Idols must be 18 or older (obviously).

Sex must always be consensual.

Besides rape, I also avoid stuff like scat, vomit and necrophilia.

I don't write G!P smuts. I allow for the use of strap-ons but not actual penises for idols that have vaginas.

I keep note on every request and will select a few if the story fits. All smuts will feature at least one female idol and a male reader.

My favorite fantasies are: anal (my #1), breeding, creampie, dirty talk dom/sub, facefucking, morning sex, poolside sex, public sex, rough sex, spanking and titfucking. As you can see, I'm on the rougher side of the spectrum and my smuts veer into the porny side but can do romantic stuff if asked to.

Now on to the idols.

I have idols spawning from 2nd to 4th generation as my biases, my all time top 10 is, ordered by their groups: AOA Seolhyun, Blackpink Jennie, Dreamcatcher Yoohyeon, Girl's Day Yura, f(x) Krystal, Ive Wonyoung, Iz*one/Soloist Eunbi, SNSD Yuri, Twice Jihyo and Twice Momo (and RV Seulgi but I don't write smuts about her for finding her too cute to lewd).

Here are the idols from each group, order alphabetically, I can write smuts of. Inside their groups, the idols are ordered by my personal preference.

4Minute: Hyuna

Aespa: Karina - Ningning - Winter - Giselle

After School: Nana - Kahi

Alice: Sohee

AOA: Seolhyun - Choa - Hyejeong - Jimin

Apink: Bomi - Hayoung - Eunji - Naeun - Chorong

Berry Good: Johyun

Blackpink: Jennie - Jisoo - Lisa - Rosé

Cherry Bullet: Jiwon

Cignature: Jeewon

CLC: Seungyeon - Yeeun

Dal Shabet: Subin

Dreamcatcher: Yoohyeon - Gahyeon - Handong - SuA - JiU

Exid: Hani - Junghwa

f(x) : Krystal - Victoria

Fromis 9: Saerom - Chaeyoung

Gidle: Soyeon - Shuhua - Minnie - Yuqi - Miyeon

Girl's Day: Yura - Hyeri

Gfriend: Eunha - SinB - Sowon - Yuju - Yerin - Umji

I.O.I: Somi - Doyeon - Sejeong - Jieqiong - Chungha - Mina

Itzy: Yeji - Chaeryeong - Yuna - Ryujin

Ive: Wonyoung - Gaeul - Yujin - Rei - Liz

Iz*one: Eunbi - Wonyoung - Chaewon - Minju - Hyewon - Yujin - Sakura - Yena - Chaeyeon

Kep1er: Xiaoting - Yujin - Hikaru - Chaehyun - Dayeon

Le Sserafim: Kazuha - Chaewon - Yunjin - Sakura

Loona: Heejin - Yeojin - Hyeju - Yves - Haseul - Jinsoul - Kim Lip

Lovelyz: Mijoo

Mamamoo: Solar - Hwasa

Miss A: Suzy - Fei

Momoland: Ahin - Nancy

Newjeans: Danielle - Minji - Hanni

Nine Muses: Kyungri

Nmixx: Sullyoon - Haewon

Oh My Girl: Arin - Yooa - Jiho - Yubin - Mimi - Hyojung - Seunghee

Rainbow: Jaekyung - Hyunyoung

Red Velvet: Joy - Yeri - Irene

Secret: Hyosung

SNSD: Yuri - Yoona - Taeyeon - Seohyun - Sunny - Jessica - Tiffany - Hyoyeon - Sooyoung

Sistar: Soyou - Hyolyn - Bora - Dasom

Stayc: Isa - J - Seeun - Yoon

T-Ara: Hyomin - Jiyeon

Twice: Momo - Jihyo - Sana - Mina - Tzuyu - Dahyun - Nayeon - Jeongyeon - Chaeyoung

Weeekly: Monday - Zoa - Jihan

WJSN: Bona - Cheng Xiao

Wonder Girls: Sunmi

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treasure oc kids

these are the kids i will be writing about when it comes to dad!treasure :)

choi hyunsuk

choi minhyun

choi doyeon

choi hyunjoon

park jihoon

park junseo

park myah

kanemoto yoshinori

kanemoto etsuko

kanemoto aeri

kanemoto hanae

kim junkyu

kim wonyoung

kim jae

kim moonseo

takata mashiho

takata ayana

takata akihito

yoon jaehyuk

yoon jaeseok

yoon jaehyung

yoon dayeon

hamada asahi

hamada daiki

hamada kaiyo

bang yedam

bang hana

kim doyoung

kim taeyang

kim saebyeol

watanabe haruto

watanabe amaya

watanabe hideki

park jeongwoo

park seojin

park aeseo

park hyewon

so junghwan

so daehan & so mina (identical twins)

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doyeon x jungkook [pics r not mine]

[mwferstuff]

[jyvnho]

I. CHAPTER ONE : pouty-lipped boy

. . . pairing : choi soobin x fem!reader

. . . warnings : alcohol, mentions of hooking up, cursing

. . . genre : university!au, sorority!au, frat!au, somewhat e2l

. . . word count : 1.7k (tis a short one to start off)

university life was just like everything you had dreamed of. 

the campus was beautiful; the cleanly trimmed bushes and trees, the flower beds that were decorated with your universities signature colours, and the gorgeous fountain at the opening entrance to the main building. not only was it aesthetically pleasing for everyone involved, but the people that attended it were kind; despite the odd stuck-up rich and entitled prick in every class, everyone on the campus had been nothing but warm-hearted. some were the type to bake weekly treats and bring the extras to their classes and offer you some, others would always make sure everyone could be heard and had a voice, sometimes, the groups of introverts would mingle with the extroverted people – it always made for a fun sight while walking to class.

even the sororities and fraternities held the most genuine people – squashing most of the prejudice and stigma that surrounded them. and in all honesty, who could blame you for assuming the worst about houses of men and women who, for the most part, ruled over their respective universities who partied hard on the weekends and had a continuous hangover throughout the remainder of the week – something that repeated like clockwork once friday rolled around.

kappa nu theta – a sorority that reigned supreme over the rest of the ones located on or around the campus. with a group of close-knit girls who favoured loyalty over all else. the sorority had become home to you early on in your university experience.

when wandering the main outdoor walkway of the campus, simply browsing and observing the stands that lined either side, you had been roped into a mini introduction by the head girl herself, kim doyeon.

the girl was an instant sense of familiarity in the otherwise unknown and scary new place – despite never having met her before that very day, never having seen or heard of her, and having shared but few words about yourselves personally, the two of you could tell that the bond was there in an instant.

you were quickly adopted into the house by the older girls, from there, you had met the rest of the occupants of the sorority – gahyeon, yeji, lia, chaeryeong, yuqi, and shiyeon, not counting the girls who were to join the sorority once the correct age – ones you had met at the formal events for the alumni’s and currant sorority sisters; those girls being daughters of said alumni – destined to join the sorority since birth.

it was a birthright to them.

while university life had been easy to adapt to due to the calmness of the campus as well as the support from your sorority sisters (or more so considered your new best friends) – nothing could compare to the at first, seemingly easy-going and classy house life of a sorority girl.

it was chaotic, fast-paced, obnoxiously loud at times, and had little boundaries between everyone – but these things were superficial, and would just take some time to get used to.

frantic knocking on your door startled you away from your computer, barely having enough time to turn around towards the door before doyeon pushed through it, a clothing basket filled to the brim in hand.

“i need you to put these away and then run to the liquor store and grab a few things for tonight,” she explained, quickly unloading your laundry since she needed the basket for another load. “i would ask someone else but they're all either cleaning or out grabbing other necessities – i tried to text gahyeon but she left me on read,” she rolled her eyes at the thought. gahyeon never had been good at responding.

pushing off of your chair, you began to tuck your clothes away in your dresser, nodding along to doyeon. “is there anything, in particular, you want me to get?”

doyeon collected the now-empty basket in her hands and started for the door, only stopping to look back at you with her ever so devious eyes and a half-assed smirk. “get the strongest stuff you know of – i want to be so shit-faced tonight that i forget my own name.”

“and two bottles of pink whitney!” the pink blur you had now come to know of as yuqi sped by your door, broom and dustpan in hand as she ran towards the living room area the floor below.

shaking your head at the pink-haired girl, you turned your attention to doyeon one last time, “how am i paying for all of this?” you raised a brow. “you can’t expect me to blow a hundred or more on booze for everyone?”

the smile and wink sent your way before the door was closed had answered your question.

you were going to be playing sugar mommy for the girls and the guests of kappa nu theta once again, unfortunately.

the liquor store was at least close to the university house lane – perhaps it was intentional with how many frats and sororities there were on the block beside it alone, or perhaps it was pure coincidence and a stroke of luck for the students. the sight of young adults flooding the aisles and walking out with their arms cradling the brown bags filled to the brim with tin and glass alike was astonishing even after a few years of seeing it.

this specific store always kept everything in stock – no matter how many people ventured in empty-handed and walked out with two or more bags filled to the brim with alcohol, they always kept their shelves stocked and neat. it was admirable for such an in-demand store to stay on top of things for once, especially during the highest revenue point of the year – spring break.

the phone in your back pocket continuously vibrated – the group chat no doubt requesting certain drinks for you to grab or for you to make one more side stop before returning to the house. without even looking, you knew that between the messages or requests and demands, there would be oddly angled selfies of the soon-to-be pledges – wonyoung and tsuki – the duo always managing to squirm their way into every conversation despite having no real connection to it.

they had a few more years until they could truly take part in the full sorority life.

a large portion of the cart you were pushing had already been filled to some extent – six-packs, tall cans, some of the larger glass bottles being contained within the larger part of the cart – all that was missing was the ever so highly requested pink whitney that yuqi could never go a party without.

knowing the layout of the store like the back of your own hand, you pushed the cart half-heartedly, not paying much attention to your surroundings like you normally did on these trips, which inconveniently, worked against you at this very moment for once.

your stomach hit the cart's handlebar before you could blink, the squeaky and loose tire skidded to an audible stop, and the sound of a male groaning in pain had snapped you back into reality quickly. when your eyes focused on the tall frame that had seemingly popped up out of nowhere, you tried your best to not let your eyes wander.

he was tall with broad shoulders, yet despite his size, he seemed soft and almost harmless in a sense. 

that and he had the cutest pout on his puffed-up lips that you just wanted to kiss off–

“i’m so sorry, my friend pushed me–”

“did not!” a new male entered your sight. he was smaller in frame yet large in his own right, and had a more troublesome air to him – he seemed familiar, yet you couldn’t quite place why his face caused slight annoyance to bubble in your stomach. “don’t go around telling pretty girls that i push people,” the boy winked at you quickly, yet his gaze stayed trained on the other male for the most part.

the tall boy rolled his eyes lightly but turned his attention to you – his slight annoyance dropping into a more genuine and apologetic look.

“sorry about him – are you okay?”

while your abdomen region ached, there was no real point in making the poor boy worry for your health, so you simply nodded along. “yeah, i’m okay – are you?” you couldn’t help but laugh. “i was the one who hit you with a shopping cart after all.

his ears tinged pink in embarrassment as he tried to wave you off quickly. “ah n-no i’m perfectly fine – you didn’t hit me that hard,” you could tell the tall boy was trying to play off his own injury as well – much like you did a few moments prior.

“you yelped like a kicked puppy, you liar–”

“haechan!” the boy growled.

now that name you knew – now being able to pair the name to the face.

haechan. lee “haechan” donghyuck. one of the boys from delta zeta sigma, the fraternity just down the block from your sorority.

no wonder your stomach twisted earlier at the sight of his face – while his frat brothers were for the most part nice guys, he was one of the few classic frat boys on campus. he slept around, he got so shitfaced every weekend that he’s ended up passed out face first on almost every lawn on the block, and had never quite learned how to use his manners.

he was the living embodiment of a modern-day chad.

your phone rang in your pocket, and this time, you didn’t hesitate to grab it – it gave you a valid reason to get out of the situation. you offered the taller boy an apologetic smile and a quick nod goodbye before maneuvering your cart around him and haechan, making sure to give the two, more specifically the pouty-lipped boy enough space so as to not hit him as you had before.

grabbing the last items on your list with your phone between your cheek and your shoulder, you checked out, listening to doyeon list off everything that was done, was being done, or had to be done – the girl took on too much to handle by herself sometimes without even realizing it, resorting to ranting to you when things became overwhelming.

however, you couldn’t quite focus on her words.

instead, the tall boy and his pouty lips were all you could think about.

just what was his name?

and why was such a gentle giant in the company of the devious frat boy known as lee haechan?

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A Knock on My Heart — 김선우

summary : one of your bestfriend, yeri, just got dumped by her boyfriend so in order to cheer her up, you and your friends decides to go on girls trip together during your school term break, promising to forget any boys that come between you and your friends. however, certain someone (or might i say a few) came into your life and the promise yall vow to not break, might actually crumble any moment. would you go back home solo or would sunwoo managed to steal your heart?

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CHAPTER 7 : I need to talk to you

As the group made their way to the hotel lobby, the lighthearted atmosphere lingered, time slipping past unnoticed. Though the lobby was quiet, a few weary travelers sat waiting to check in, their faces betraying a long journey. Fatigue began to settle in, pulling at your eyelids, but your friends seemed as energized as ever. How they managed, you had no idea, though you suspected the boys were fueling the lively mood.

“Did you fall somewhere? You’ve got dried blood on your elbow and knees,” Yeri said, concern threading her voice as she grabbed your arm and inspected the scratches. “Girl, you need to clean those up when we get back to the room, seriously. You don’t want to let bacteria spread.”

“Oh, it’s nothing,” you replied, forcing a sheepish laugh. “I had a little mishap when I was buying snacks earlier” You waved it off, though Yeri's worried gaze lingered.

After bidding the boys farewell, you collapsed onto the couch, feeling a wave of relief wash over you. Finally, the day was over—or so you thought. From Natty’s bedroom came the unmistakable sound of an argument. You exchanged puzzled glances with Yeri. Doyeon’s voice rose in frustration, and you moved closer to the door to hear better, but before you could make out more, the door swung open, nearly sending you sprawling.

“Perfect timing” Natty spat, her voice dripping with sarcasm.

“What?” you asked, bewildered. Doyeon, standing behind her, looked exasperated. “Natty, please don’t start this again” she warned.

“What’s going on?” you asked, concern creeping into your voice. Yeri stood beside you, silent and avoiding the escalating conflict.

“Don’t play dumb with me” Natty snapped, her eyes narrowing. “I know what you’ve been up to.”

You blinked, taken aback. “What and atitude much? What did I ever do to you?”

Silence descended like a heavy weight, the tension thickening. Then, with a huff, Natty stepped closer, her face inches from yours. “I’ve got dibs on Sunwoo, so stay out of it.”

You stared at her, disbelief spreading across your face, then let out a dry, incredulous laugh. “This? This is what you’re so worked up about? You caused all that commotion with Doyeon just to tell me you like a boy? What do you want, a round of applause?” You couldn't help the sarcastic edge that slipped into your voice. “Oh my god, congrats! You have feelings!”

Natty’s face twisted with irritation. “Are you making fun of me?”

“I’m not, but you’re making a fool of yourself,” you shot back, your voice steady despite the emotions churning inside you. “So what if you like him, Natty? Do you seriously think I’d steal him away from you? Is that really how little you think of me?”

Her gaze hardened. “You can’t fool me. I know you like him too, don’t you?”

Doyeon stepped in, clearly fed up, tugging Natty back. “Enough, Natty. This isn’t fair.”

You shook your head, your voice faltering as you fought back tears. “Am I the one with feelings, or are you just convincing yourself I am to justify your jealousy? After everything we’ve been through and the promise we made, I can’t believe you’re doing this to me”

Yeri’s hand rested gently on your shoulder, offering a quiet comfort as your voice broke. “Go to hell with your promises!” Natty shouted. “We’re our own people. We have rights to do what we want”

A bitter laugh escaped your lips. “You’re right. But is fighting with your best friend over a guy really worth it? And for the record, Natty, newsflash: I don’t even like him. So by all means, you can have him. I don’t care.”

You stormed off to your room, slamming the door behind you as the tears you’d been holding back finally fell. You couldn’t believe your best friend had turned on you over something so trivial.

Beyond your door, you heard the unmistakable crack of a slap. “What the heck, Doyeon!” Natty’s voice rang out, shocked. “What was that for?”

“For being an idiot,” Doyeon snapped. “I warned you not to confront her like that. Look at what you’ve done. You and your stupid nonsensical doubts. You need to reflect on yourself.”

Natty stood there, stunned, holding her cheek where Doyeon had struck her. Tears welled up in her eyes, but she swallowed them down. “I’ll be back in a while,” she muttered to Yeri, storming out of the suite in a wave of shame and regret.

Yeri, left alone in the quiet living room, sighed as the tension finally dissolved into silence.

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[ SUNWOO'S POV ]

After a long, soothing bath, the heat melting away the tension that had gripped his muscles, Sunwoo finally slipped into bed, dressed for sleep. The faint glow of city lights filtered through his bedroom window, casting a soft illumination across the room. The low hum of a TV program played in the background, a deliberate choice to drown out the quiet that often made his thoughts too loud.

He inhaled deeply, then exhaled, slowly scrolling through the photos they'd taken earlier at karaoke. His fingers moved absently, but his attention zeroed in on a single face—yours to be exact. Without even realizing it, he zoomed in, and a quiet smile crept across his lips, the kind of smile that betrays someone lost in the whirlwind of new, unspoken affection. The moment was fleeting, interrupted by a knock on his door.

Reluctantly, Sunwoo got up and opened the door, revealing Juyeon, whose grin was infuriatingly smug. "Can I use your bathroom?" he asked, as if it were the most casual request in the world.

"You disturbed my peace for this?" Sunwoo groaned, rubbing the back of his neck. "You literally have your own bathroom. Why would you want to use mine?"

Juyeon, completely unfazed, strolled in like he owned the place. "Something’s wrong with it. Someone’s fixing it right now. Younghoon's keeping an eye on things for me." His voice echoed from the bathroom as Sunwoo rolled his eyes, shutting the door behind him with a sigh. He plopped back onto his bed, determined to reclaim his serenity.

Just as he settled in, his phone buzzed—Natty had messaged him on Instagram. "Can we meet up for a while? There’s something I need to talk to you about."

The tone of her message sent a ripple of unease through him. He sat up, all thoughts of sleep now forgotten, and quickly threw on something comfortable. "Juyeon!" he called out, "Watch my room while I'm gone." Without waiting for a response, he hurried out.

The hotel's upper-level swimming area was quiet, almost eerily so, with a secluded corner where the soft scent of an aromatic diffuser filled the air. The gentle glow of the yellow lights gave the space a romantic, calming ambiance, though Sunwoo’s nerves didn’t allow him to fully appreciate it.

From a distance, he saw her, Natty, standing by the water's edge, her back to him as she gazed up at the night sky. He slowed his steps, not wanting to startle her, and cleared his throat softly. She flinched, just for a moment, before turning to him with a faint smile.

"Didn’t expect you to actually come," she said, her voice tinged with a softness that made him uneasy. "Thought I’d disturb your sleep."

Sunwoo chuckled nervously and sat beside her. "Nah, you’re not disturbing me. I wasn’t even asleep yet." His gaze drifted to the small pond nearby, though the weight of her unspoken words made it impossible for him to relax. "You sounded serious in your message. Is something wrong?"

“Oh, about that…” Natty trailed off, her voice barely above a whisper. She wasn’t sure how to phrase what was swirling in her mind without sounding desperate. The eerie quiet of the night crept back between them, filling the space with an awkward tension.

“It’s about me, isn’t it?” Sunwoo’s voice cut through the silence, his tone gentle but knowing. Natty glanced up at him and nodded shyly, her heart pounding in her chest.

“Honestly... what do you think of me?” she asked, her voice shaky but determined. It took every ounce of courage she had to get the words out, and when Sunwoo didn’t answer right away, she wished she could melt into the ground and disappear. The uncertainty clawed at her, but just when she thought she might break, Sunwoo let out a soft chuckle.

“You’re a great person,” he said, his eyes locking onto hers with a warmth that made her pulse quicken. “Bold, too. And… you’re pretty. Especially when you smile.”

Natty exhaled, the tension in her shoulders finally loosening as his words sank in. “Interesting to know,” she replied, though a nervous smile still tugged at her lips. What she wanted to ask next had her heart racing all over again, but she pressed forward.

“Do you… see a future where we could end up as a couple?” Her question hung in the air like a fragile thread. Sunwoo went quiet, his expression shifting into something more serious. He knew where this conversation was headed, and the weight of it pressed down on him. He didn’t want to hurt her, but he wasn’t sure what to say either.

Before he could gather his thoughts, Natty spoke up again, her voice softer now, but filled with conviction. “I like you, Sunwoo. I don’t know if it’s just a spur-of-the-moment thing, but I’m sure of my feelings. And it’s totally fine if you don’t feel the same way. I just… I just wanted you to know.”

Natty, already bracing herself for the sting of rejection, fidgeted nervously, absentmindedly kicking her feet against the pavement. “You’re a nice person, really,” Sunwoo finally said, breaking the silence. “And I’m sorry if I gave you the wrong impression with how I’ve treated you so far, but the truth is… I don’t even know how to make sense of my own feelings.”

“I think I do, but you don’t,” Natty said, her voice steady but filled with a quiet frustration. Sunwoo’s eyes snapped back to hers. “What do you mean by that?”

With a deep breath, Natty began explaining the fight she’d had earlier—between her and y/n. The tension in her voice was unmistakable. “I probably sound like a villain to you. I know what you’re thinking,” she said sharply.

“I didn’t say anything!” Sunwoo quickly raised his hands in defense, his tone gentle but surprised.

“I don’t even know why I acted the way I did,” Natty continued, her legs swinging back and forth, a nervous habit. “She didn’t deserve my jealousy, and I feel terrible about it. That’s why I’m out here.”

“You can’t control your feelings, and that’s okay,” Sunwoo reassured her, trying to ease the guilt weighing her down. “I get why you’d act that way. I would too, if I were in your shoes. But… why are you telling me this? And what did you mean when you said you know my feelings better than I do?”

Natty burst out laughing, the sound echoing in the quiet night, as though she’d been holding it in all along. “Wow, they weren’t kidding when they said men can be so clueless. You’re proving it right now.”

“Hey, that’s mean!” Sunwoo shot her a playful glare.

Still chuckling, Natty sobered up enough to ask, “What do you think of my friend?”

The question hit Sunwoo like a truck, catching him completely off guard. He blinked, fumbling for words. “W-what? Why would I think anything of your friend? T-that’s so random,” he stammered, suddenly flustered.

Natty, relentless in her curiosity, pressed further. “What happened between you two when you went to get snacks earlier?”

Sunwoo hesitated, but eventually gave in, recounting the encounter. As he spoke, Natty’s guilt only deepened. It was clear how much y/n cared, how y/n actions spoke volumes, and yet here she was, caught up in her own insecurities and hurting y/n who didn’t deserve it.

“Well” Natty said after a moment, her tone soft but steady, “now that we’re being honest about our feelings, maybe you should come clean with yours. I’m fine with it, really.”

Sunwoo shifted uncomfortably. “What do you mean? I don’t have feelings for anyone.”

“Oh, come on, Sunwoo! You’re seriously gonna play dumb?” Natty stood, exasperated. “You like y/n. Just admit it.”

Sunwoo’s eyes widened in confusion. “What makes you think that?”

“Are you serious?” Natty folded her arms, a knowing smile tugging at her lips. “Your eyes were glued to her the entire time at dinner and at the karaoke. You think I wouldn’t notice?”

He fumbled for an excuse, but nothing came. She wasn’t wrong, and deep down, he knew it. “Am I… am I that obvious?”

Natty, standing a few feet away now, nodded without hesitation. “Dead obvious! And who knows? Maybe bumping into her again wasn’t just a coincidence. The universe might be doing you a favor, so stop dwelling on it.”

“Huh… what am I supposed to do?” Sunwoo asked, feeling overwhelmed.

Natty threw her hands up in disbelief. “TELL HER HOW YOU FEEL, IDIOT!”

“HOLD ON, WHAT?!” Sunwoo practically jumped at her outburst, his voice full of disbelief. Sure, he liked you, but was it really that simple? What if you didn’t feel the same way? What if he messed everything up and you two ended up strangers again?

His mind raced with doubt, every possible worst-case scenario flooding his thoughts. He barely noticed that Natty was still talking, her words drowned out by the whirlwind in his head as he stared blankly into the distance, lost in his own turmoil.

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here comes the bride, all dressed in pride

summary; You and your cousin Doyeon have had beef with each other since the sandbox. When she plucks the last straw, you decide to end your long-simmering fight by claiming that you and her ex—Jeon Jungkook, are now boyfriend and girlfriend pairing; jungkook x reader (f) genre/warnings; fake dating!au, fluff, crack, mentions of cheating, lang, alcohol, mc eats meat, tw sexual harassment, toxic family, dick talk, making out, if u have that one family member that pulls bs on you constantly this is it, this fic is for all the people who have a huge ass family who wont leave them alone w.c; 17.3k  a/n: my second fic for gcn’s 23 birthday project! the fact that wedding szn zoomed by us like that... and so bc im sad that so many weddings had to be postponed this fic was born! a huge thank u to vivi @eerieedits​ / @chillingtae​​ for creating this BEAUTIFUL fic banner and separator pls check vivi out to make your fics all purty

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Doyeon likes to call Jungkook, “the one who got away.” 

You like to call Doyeon, “the one who drove him away.” 

In secret, of course. In fact, the only person who knows how much you loathe Doyeon and her behavior is your father. And all your co-workers. And your boss. And your boss’ ex-husband. 

And Jeon Jungkook, but of course you haven’t seen the man in two years and back then he was far too polite to address his concerns of your hatred of his then-girlfriend. 

Okay, so everyone and their mother knows how much you don’t like your cousin. Kim Doyeon and you have had beef since the sandbox, and for whatever reason is always out to one-up you. A strange competitive nature in everything, academics, family, and even boys. The sick, twisted part of you has come to enjoy it. While you’re not a fighter as devout as Doyeon is, you have your own callous tendencies farmed from the seeds Doyeon has planted in your brain. She gives you a comment? You can’t help but throw one back. Since you’re a painfully mature soul you don’t have any mortal enemies as far as you know, Doyeon is the perfect amount of hot water to keep you on your toes. 

“I’m really sorry that you couldn’t be a bridesmaid,” Doyeon cooes next to you, swirling her champagne glass with a too-jutted pout, “but if I did there’d be an odd number of pairings and you’re a little too old to be walking as a bridesmaid, am I right?” 

Your nails. Are digging. Through your dress. Alas, you’re in public and you have class. Doyeon smiles at you with all teeth, reminding you of the Beldam from Coraline. Aside from that she looks absolutely stunning in that Lirika Matoshi strawberry dress that has her Instagram aching with likes and love from her baseless followers. 

“I don’t know,” you reply lightly, leaning back in your seat, “I mean, if Yoojung and Rena can be bridesmaids and they’re three years older than me, wouldn’t I make the cut? It’s okay to be honest and say you just didn’t want me in the bridal party.” 

Doyeon laughs, slaps your thigh like you told her the most hilarious joke in the world. Anyone passing by would think you’re best friends. You laugh too, incredulous at the amount of power she thinks she holds. 

“Nice party,” you tack on, surveying the room. It’s filled with pastels and beiges, bright and airy.  It’s Parisian themed, and while you’re not a fan of theming cultures, you can’t deny that you’re loving the infinite supply of macarons. 

“Oh, yes. This is just a taste of the real wedding,” she laces her fingers together, as if she thinks she’s living an Elizibethean love story, “speaking of, you put on your RSVP that you’re bringing a plus one. Am I allowed to know who’s the unlucky date?” 

“As if you care.” 

“I care if you’re bringing Jimin. That tiny thing nearly gave Aunt Lillian a heart attack when he gave a striptease at Yoongi’s graduation party.” 

You smirk softly at the bold memory. That was the plan. 

Doyeon sighs dramatically, crossing her legs and popping out a cherry red heel. She plays with the back on the balls of her feet, letting the little pearly rhinestones glisten in the candlelight, “I should really commend you, cousin,” she drawls, “I mean, how kind of you to be so charitable and give your dopey friends a chance to have fun. After all, I’m sure it is difficult for someone like you to find a date.” 

It’s no surprise as to how you end up with a date at any family formal gathering. You say you bring a plus one, and then between Jimin, Taehyung and Hoseok. The three of them draw straws as to who gets to gorge on free alcohol and food for that night. 

“Difficult?” you arch a brow, “I get plenty of dates.” 

Doyeon giggles. She must be feeling extra vindictive today, high on her impending marriage and the taste of bubbly champagne. “By taking turns with those three? You gotta be kidding me,” she snorts, tipping back her crystal, “please y/n. Don’t get so defensive because I’m getting married first. Your time will come. That is, if you stop dicking around with your friends.” 

Normally you’d smother any attempt at Doyeon to call out your friends, but now she’s just done that and insulted your ability to get some, and you are livid. 

“Actually,” you quip sharply, “I’ve been dating someone. It’s been a couple months, actually.” 

“Oh?” Doyeon’s genuinely interested, face falling slightly, “you’ve never mentioned anyone, I don’t see anyone on your social media.” 

“Yeah well,” you feign sympathy, pressing your lips together and tilting your head accordingly, “I’ve had to keep it private for a couple of reasons.” 

“What, is he ugly or something?” she chuckles, “but really, who’s the person who has the misfortune of being in a committed relationship with you?” 

Maybe it’s because Doyeon’s right, the both of you are too old. The two of you have been running around each other for years, with no end in sight. Maybe, the words that linger on the tip of your tongue will be the final nail in the coffin. 

“Jeon Jungkook,” you state proudly, clear as day. “Jungkook and I have been dating for three months.” 

And you pick up the vanilla macaron that sits innocently on your plate, ravishing it up like it contained all the tension in your table. Between you and Doyeon’s bubble, you could hear a pin drop. 

“Jungkook?” her smile is concrete-solid, “my Jungkook?” 

“My Jungkook,” you correct, giving her a puppy-eyed look, “I’m really sorry I never told you. I mean, is there ever a right time to tell your cousin they’re dating their ex-boyfriend?” you laugh, either to lighten the mood or because you love the way Doyeon pinches her face, you don’t know.

“How did you two even meet?” 

“We reconnected through Seokjin. You know how the two of them play Starcraft together, I just ended up joining the call and he was so funny and nice. We just sorta… felt it.” Doyeon nods like a slow bobblehead, still comprehending in her pea-sized brain, “I just hope it isn’t too awkward. I know it’s been awhile but, if you really don’t want Jungkook to come I can always take Hoseok or something.” 

“No, it’s fine,” Doyeon says a little too quickly, masking on her picture-perfect smile. “I’m with Namjoon now, and I’m totally happy. Water under the bridge, it’ll be totally fine.” 

“Really?” your eyes practically sparkle, thankful for the amount of glitter and highlighter you’ve dumped on your face today, “I really appreciate it, Yeonie.” 

And she quickly downs her champagne glass, and gets up from her seat. It’s haunting, the way she gets up, pink tulle billowing around her ankles. “I have to attend to the other guests,” she says. 

“Of course,” you raise your glass.

“But, be careful,” she gives you a little smile, one filled with a last-ditch attempt at a jab, “Jungkook, he’s a little hard to deal with.” 

“Oh don’t worry. I know how to deal with Jungkook’s hardness,” you wink, and Doyeon’s face falls like a ton of bricks. 

“That’s not what I meant.” 

“I know,” you shrug loftily, “that’s what I meant, though.” 

And you don’t bother watching Doyeon stomp off the metaphorical stage, double fisting two new glasses of champagne from an awaiting butler as she finds some other poor guest to pick on. Now, the matter of securing your date. Conveniently so, the most important man in the room is walking your way, and you manage to snag his tie just as he passes your table. 

“Ow—ow! I’m choking!” Seokjin grabs, nearly throwing his tall body onto your lap, hands grappling to release the tension on his neck. “Leave me alone, woman! I just wanted to get some chicken tenders!” 

“Jin,” you say sweetly, opening his blazer to retrieve his phone, “I need Jeon’s number, now.” 

“Jungkook?” your favorite cousin pales, eyes widening as you take out your phone of your own, copying down the digits, “what did you do?” 

“Don’t ask questions.” 

Seokjin says your name again, firmer. “You’re playing with fire.” 

“It’ll be fine, it’s the last time,” you quell, already knowing how much Seokjin hates being in the middle of your fights. Once you’ve secured the phone number, you place Seokjin’s phone back into his pocket, patting his breast. “Thank you. You know you’re my favorite cousin, you know that?” 

He grumbles a “damn right I am” before stomping away, resuming his race for his chicken tenders. 

You: hey jeon it’s y/n. I see you’re doing great, i saw on instagram that you released your first app w/yoongi! Totally amazing, been playing for weeks, really upset that i can’t get past the flaming frog boss :((

You: Feel free to ignore this, i won’t blame you if you do. Im at doyeon’s rehearsal dinner, and she basically snubbed my friends and said i couldn’t get some prime dick even though im?? Me??? Anyway, im tired of her shit so im gonna throw it back at her, one last time before she ties the knot. I told her you and i have been dating, and im bringing you as my date to her wedding. Really sorry, the demons took over my brain and made the worst and best comeback of my life. So… if you’re up for being the hottest couple on the floor in three weeks and showing how madly in love we are, please text me back? Or not. You might think this family is crazy and i accept partial responsibility. 

You: I’ll buy u every meal for every practice date we have if u agree.💕💕💕

Jeon Jung-boo-thang: thanks, i appreciate that. To defeat the frog boss, go back to the coconut cave and find the garnet garter. It absorbs his fire and u can easily defeat froggo w any level 15 weapon

Jeon Jung-boo-thang: and as for the real reason u texted me. Im in. let’s get pork belly tomorrow. 

Two years ago, you were surprised that Doyeon could manage to snag a man as fine as Jeon Jungkook. Also unsurprised, because Doyeon is gorgeous and could snag any man she wanted, and has snagged every man she wanted. 

Jungkook was different though. He had an air of innocence to him. He loved her, a little too much to be safe. Your heart would betray you every time you would find him at a family gathering, making her plate and counting the calories she so meticulously measured. How can someone so sweet be with someone like Doyeon? 

Your heart ached for Jungkook when they broke up a year later. From what you heard, Doyeon was Jungkook’s first serious girlfriend. And then you wanted to rip your heart out a week later when you caught Doyeon smooching with her favorite graduate professor Kim Namjoon, wanting to erase any possibility you’d have at love. At that time, you never wanted to feel the pain you imagined Jungkook was going through. 

“Y/n! Over here!” you’re a little taken aback at how much has not changed in Jungkook. His eyes still sparkle like fresh dew, his smile is still pearly white and infectious. He’s even early, snagging a table at his favorite barbeque place and waiting for you as if he is the one organizing your first date. 

At the same time, there’s so much that’s changed about him. He’s confident, even going so far as to walk over to you and slip your jacket and purse in his grasp like a gentleman. He leads you by putting a hand lightly at the small of your back, making you feel impossibly small in comparison to his Dorito-shaped body, broad shoulders and a deliciously trim waist. 

“How was the walk over?” 

“Not too bad,” the conversation is casual, easy. You wipe the sweat off your forehead with a napkin. “Could use a little exercise now and again. I did eat a whole tray of macarons at that rehearsal dinner.” 

Jungkook laughs from his belly, causing you to smile. “Nonsense. You look great, by the way,” you don’t mind it, actually, you enjoy it when his eyes rake over your body. After all, he’s now your boyfriend and he needs to get familiar with all the important bits. He leans his arms forward, bracing him against the wooden table so his face is closer to yours. 

“You’re not doing too bad yourself,” your eyes gloss over the veins and intricate tattoos that paint his muscled upper half. Your smile morphs into a smirk, letting him know you’re enjoying the view just as well as he is. 

And as soon as the tension sparks, it ends just as fast when your waiter comes up to light your grill. 

“So,” Jungkook wastes no time in decorating your stove, making sure to add all the appropriate aromatics and infusions to season your lunch, “do you know why Doyeon and I broke up?” 

“Cheated on you with Namjoon, I assume,” you keep your eyes trained on the darkening meat. 

Jungkook slips a piece of meat in his mouth. Any expression of pain (whether it be from Doyeon or the barely cooked meat) doesn’t reveal itself as he stops to take a sip of water. “Who else knows?” 

“Just me and Seokjin. The family loved you too much and Doyeon made up some sob story about how you two were going different life paths.” 

He chuckles to himself, taking great care in flipping the meat. “I really was a fool in love, wasn’t I?” 

“It… was mildly cute.” 

“Tell me the truth, you have no reason not to.” 

“Okay, you made me want to vomit rainbows and glitter every time I saw you.”

The two of you laugh, faces crinkling shamelessly as the two of you busy yourselves with setting up the table. Most of the food is done and the aroma of fresh onions wafts around your grill. As you place chopsticks on his side of the table, you think about all the times Jungkook made it abundantly clear how much he loved Doyeon: the love letters tucked into her purse, 100 day anniversaries, even just a simple Americano for her in the morning. 

“Is that why you never hung out with us?” 

“No,” you reply lightly, “Doyeon made it clear that I shouldn’t talk to you.” 

Jungkook frowns, “You really don’t like each other, do you.” 

You shrug, “Just always been like that,” you quirk a smile when Jungkook places the freshly cooked meat on top of your rice before serving himself. 

“So what’s the plan?” 

“We go to the wedding, make out a little, get Doyeon boiling. Even if she’s not interested in you, she’d still be upset knowing we are together.” 

“And why is that?” 

“Because it’s me,” you grin into your glass, staring at a water-stained Jungkook through the blue tinted glass. “And all you have to do, is enjoy your night and look pretty.” 

His eyes crinkle, chopsticks pressing between his lips. “You think I look pretty?” 

With a roll of eyes you don’t respond, preferring to dig your chopsticks in your rice. No need to inflate Jungkook’s ego too soon. 

Pinning the main theme of your hangout to the side, the both of you dig into your meal. You throw conversation back and forth like pebbles, grains of sand that build and build until you’re caught up with each other’s lives. It feels so strange to admit it’s been two years since you’ve spoken to the man, and all of a sudden the once luscious meat feels dry in your mouth. 

“Jeon,” you put your chopsticks down, “are you sure you want to do this with me? I mean, I know it’s all my fault and I dragged you into it. Don’t feel obligated to agree to this.” 

“I’m a hundred-percent sure,” he doesn’t stop eating, shoving two spoonfuls of rice in his mouth. His cheeks puff up considerably, and your eyes trail down to his neck as he swallows, “I wouldn’t be here if I didn’t wanna.” 

“Right,” you don’t need a big explanation or a personal confession from Jungkook, just his consent. “Partners, Jeon?” you hold up your glass. 

“Partners,” he agrees easily. The smile on his face disarms you, a full-fledged grin decked with pearly whites. Clicking his glass to yours he adds, “And it’s Jungkook, babe.” 

Oh, this is going to be interesting. 

Seokjin thinks the two of you are the most boring fake-couple. 

His eyes dart back and forth between your spot on the couch and his desk, where Jungkook is currently seated. Seokjin is hovered over Jungkook, who’s typing and clicking furiously over his PC game. You’re on your phone, feet pulled up to the coffee table while some old Netflix movie plays in the background. To top it all off both of you didn’t even try to dress like it’s daytime, nearly matching in sweatpants and an oversized hoodie. It doesn’t look like a couple coming to visit Seokin, it looks like Jungkook is playing video games with Seokjin while his cousin hangs around like she owns the place. 

“Shouldn’t you guys like, I don’t know, go on dates or something?” Seokjin feels like he’s talking to the air. “Maybe get to know each other before the big day?” 

Pulling your phone down to your lap and Jungkook taking off his headphones, the two of you shrug at each other, “No, we’re good.” Jungkook says. 

“We know enough,” you agree cooly, “Jungkook likes Valorant.” 

“I do like Valorant.” 

“He likes pork belly.”

“I do like pork belly.” 

“He’s ripped as hell.” 

“I am ripped as hell.” 

“Okay but have you guys kissed yet?” Seokjin interjects, probably compensating for the nonchalance in the room with his own brand of freaking out. You two only see each other when you’re hanging out at Seokjin’s apartment, and while he’s happy that you two aren’t doing the whole 9-yards and creating an elaborate scheme, the both of you are almost too relaxed. His anxiety is spiking.

“Yes,” Jungkook answers, “at the barbeque place we went to.” 

“It was nice," you tack on, "Jin, we got this. Don't worry." 

"How can I not worry when you're trying to upset our cousin on her wedding day?" he's sweating in his fully air-conditioned apartment. “I get that she’s the devil’s spawn and everything, but she’s still a human being.” 

“In second grade she pushed me on the treadmill because I was going too slow. I got caught on the roller and got a bald spot for two months.” 

“Okay yes one bad example—” 

“And in senior year she accused me of plagiarizing her essay just because we chose the same topic. I almost didn’t get into college!” Seokjin sighs, crossing his arms. All valid points, and arguing with you isn’t a route he wants to take. “Jin, the point is that she’s constantly pushing my buttons. I’ve always been the bigger person and now that I’m old and confident I just want one jab.”

“That’s valid,” Jungkook pipes up, pressing the spacebar a few times, “I want a jab too, she cheated on me.” 

“See? It’s a mutual decision.” 

Seokjin asks, “Why aren’t you more worried about this?”

"Because Doyeon isn't going to chew me out on her wedding day," you checked your aunt's seating chart last week and you are far, far away from the bridal table. "We're just going to show off a little bit. Get drunk, eat some bomb steak. Break up in three months or less.”

"You don't have to just convince Doyeon, it's your entire family! Not to mention you also have to go to the bachelor party!" 

"Oh I almost forgot," you reach under the couch for your laptop, "Jungkook, in two weekends from now we're flying to Las Vegas for the bachelor party and wedding. I'll buy your ticket now." 

"Thanks, babe!” Jungkook sends a cheeky grin to Seokjin, who is unimpressed. “See? I remember to call her babe.” 

“Alright, get out of my house,” Seokjin tugs Jungkook away from his computer, causing the younger man to swivel around in his plush gaming chair. 

Jungkook frowns at the monitor, “But I’m still bronze one. I’m aiming for silver one by this weekend.” 

“Don’t care. As much as I don’t like this plan, I’m not letting you two slip-up.” Seokjin pulls out his phone, revealing Doyeon’s Instagram story, “Doyeon and Namjoon are at the mall buying swimsuits for Vegas. Go to the mall and ‘accidentally’ run into them.”

You sit up straight, tilting your head to the side. “That’s not a bad idea, actually,” you bound over to grab your jacket, giving Seokjin a big fat kiss on his cheek, “Thanks Jinnie, do you know you’re—”

“I’m your favorite cousin. Yeah whatever, bye.” He waves you off, plopping in his own chair so he can enjoy his games in peace. 

“I’m driving,” Jungkook declares, swiping your keys from Seokjin’s opal dish. 

“Oh, hell no,” you jump on your tippy toes to reach Jungkook’s grasp on your keys, but he’s so freakishly tall there’s no way you can reach. “I drive my car!” 

“I’ve always wanted to drive your car back then,” Jungkook cooes, leaning in so your noses touch. “C’mon, you can trust me.” 

“You two are gross already,” Seokjin admonishes from the other side of the room, “see, it’s working!” 

Poking his cheek so he gives you some space, you whip your head to hide the flush that burns on your cheeks. “Fine, but if you crash you’re buying me a new one.” 

“They’re over there,” you hiss between the racks, shuffling between the plastic hangers to point to Doyeon and Namjoon at the women’s section of the store. They look disgustingly adorable together, with Doyeon pointedly telling Namjoon which swimsuit suits his stature better while Namjoon nods along and goes with whatever she says. You crouch down lower, fearing Namjoon’s tall frame would catch you. “Now we just gotta act all couple-y and they’ll notice us. Or maybe we can walk over to them? What do you wanna do?” 

“Do you think we should get matching swimsuits?” Jungkook pays no mind to your sleuthing, holding up a red pair of swim trunks to his thighs, “we could pretend to be sexy lifeguards.” 

You tilt your head away from the pair, only because Jungkook has been genuinely interested in this store since you’ve arrived. Putting a hand under your chin, you scrutinize the dark red cutoff shorts. “They’re cute,” you nod appreciatively, “It’ll make your thighs look thick.” 

Jungkook’s grip on his hanger lowers, and he regards you with dark eyes. “You think my thighs look thick?” he asks, leaning in and putting one hand on the curve of your waist. His fingers dance on the surface of bare skin between your top and jeans, and while you’ve agreed beforehand that you two could touch each other wherever in public, it still surprises you when gooseflesh rises to the surface.

“Easy there, tiger,” you chuckle, putting a hand on his chest to stop his sudden bout of flirting. “I’m just stating the facts, we get it. You lift.” 

“You’re so cute when you try to put your guard up,” he’s brushing noses with you now, and you feel the plastic of the hanger crumple pathetically between you two as the gap closes further. “But you can’t hide from me.”

And just as his lips move to press against yours, a shrill “Jungkook!” echoes throughout the large store.

You nearly flop over the boardshorts rack if not for Jungkook’s arms secured around your waist. Oh right, you think dumbly, this is all for show. Doyeon and Namjoon are right in front of you, purchases already made and looking at you two in curiosity. Well, Namjoon is definitely curious, because you know for a fact that Doyeon speaks very little of you to him and you’ve only conversed with him a handful of times. Doyeon on the other hand, looks a little stiff in the grin. 

“Hello to you too,” you remark to Doyeon, who’s barely acknowledged you. You reach over to squeeze Namjoon’s arm, “Hi Joonie,” you crinkle your eyes, and you fight back a squeal when he smiles back with dimples. Doyeon has such a cute fiancé, and if you’re keeping score he’s way too good for her. 

Doyeon’s eyes glaze over to where you’ve touched Namjoon, and she links her arms with his. “What a coincidence, you two are buying swimsuits where we’re buying swimsuits.” 

“Well, there’s only one mall in this town and we’re going on the same trip in two weeks,” you reply blandly, and you feel Jungkook pinch your side. “Oh, Namjoon. Have you met my boyfriend Jungkook?”

“Can’t say that I have,” Namjoon reaches over to clasp Jungkook’s hand, “nice to meet you, man.” 

While Namjoon and Jungkook exchange small talk, you pointedly ignore the waves of negativity Doyeon sends your way in favor of observing the two large men. Namjoon just said it was nice to meet him, therefore he has no clue who Jungkook is. Interesting, considering Doyeon two-timed in favor of Namjoon. It gets you a little antsy, and you wonder if Namjoon is faking this whole interaction or if Doyeon is hiding something. 

“Baby,” Jungkook rests a hand on your shoulder, regarding you with concern, “you spaced out there, are you okay?” 

“She’s like that, Jungkookie,” Jungkook gently presses your shoulders down, blocking your view of Doyeon as she regards your not-boyfriend as Jungkookie. “My cousin’s a bit of an airhead,” her tone is sweet and jesting, the backhanded jab going right above Namjoon’s head. 

“I’m just hungry,” you say, forcing a tight-lipped smile. 

“Well, that’s perfect,” Namjoon clasps his hands together, “Yeonie and I were just about to go grab some dinner. Why don’t you join us?”

Doyeon and you both reply immediately, “That really isn’t necessary—” 

“Nonsense,” you don’t even have the heart to be upset at Namjoon because he looks so damn genuine, “It’s been two years and I haven’t even bought you a meal, y/n. After all, we’re going to be family at the end of the month.” 

“Right,” you answer reluctantly. 

“We’re gonna make reservations at the Cheesecake Factory,” he pulls out his phone, ready to make a call, “but you and Jungkook can finish shopping, okay? The wait will be a little long but by the time you’re done our table should be ready.” 

You and Jungkook wave off Doyeon and Namjoon as they make their way to the restaurant. Your hand is caught in the air by Jungkook, who regards you with worry in his eyes. “I wasn’t kidding when I said you looked spaced out,” he says, “tell me what you were really thinking.” 

Subconsciously, you squeeze his palm for comfort. “I don’t know, it just feels weird knowing Namjoon doesn’t seem to know you at all. Normally Doyeon loves to talk shit about her exes.” 

Jungkook scoffs easily, “I mean, if she’s marrying the guy I’m sure she doesn’t want to let him know the details of how they ended up together.” 

“True,” you decide to let it go, and follow Jungkook to the register to pay for his swim trunks. 

“So,” the little ‘ding’ of the register opens up the money box, and Jungkook quickly hands the clerk his cash, “we’re having dinner with them after this?” 

“Only if you want to.”

“We need to, right?” Jungkook thanks the clerk, holding the bag in one hand and threading his fingers through yours as you head out the store. 

“Well, do you want to?” you ask again. Jungkook stops the two of you on the sidewalk. It isn’t a fast stop, but a slow down that makes his walk a little more thicker, more deliberate as he trudges you down the lane. You move in front of him, clutching your hands between his. “Are you okay? You barely even acknowledged Doyeon.” 

“I’m fine,” you flinch at his harsh tone, and he immediately moves to remedy it by squeezing your hand back. “I’m sorry. It’s just been awhile and I’m definitely over her but,” he bows his head, feeling embarrassed, “she hurt me, you know?” 

Going into this is definitely one of the more selfish plans you’ve put your mind to. Your heart pangs thinking about what must be going through everytime he sees her. If he’s reminded about all the good times they shared, or how much he’s over thought every single conversation he’s had with her up until this point.

“Of course,” you completely understand, knowing from the beginning that this whole mess would end up with some dicey feelings someway or another. “I’m just thankful you chose to stick by me. And we can talk about it if you’re comfortable,” both of you being victims of Doyeon’s brand of torture, you hope the two of you can at least be friends after all of this is over, “we don’t have to go have dinner with them.” 

“But, Namjoon got us a table—” 

“Namjoon will be fine. We can always have dinner with him another time,” you smile softly, “what matters is that you’re okay.” 

His gaze melts, and you feel his grip loosen in your hold. He regards you with weak eyes, betraying the confidence he held himself to moments before. “Thanks, y/n,” he says, “I really appreciate that.” 

“Anytime,” you reply honestly. “We can go to Cheesecake and order to-go. I can make some excuse about how my stomach hurts and that we should do a raincheck.” 

“Sounds good.” 

“Do you wanna eat at one of our places or eat at the park or something?” you’re already pulling up your phone, checking out the menu. “We could invite Jin too.” 

“The park sounds nice,” neither of you acknowledge the fact that you’re not inviting Seokjin, and for some reason that’s okay.

“Yeah,” you agree simply, “the weather’s beautiful.” 

Under any normal circumstances, you would’ve been friends with someone like Jeon Jungkook, easily. A little part of you wishes that you could’ve met Jungkook first, but Doyeon has better connections than you and always had a good crowd around despite her inner motivations. No awkward exchange happens when you suggest to Jungkook to eat together. Even though you’re not technically dating, the two of you know that eating together is better than eating alone.

And you have to admit Jungkook’s great company. The two of you drive to a reserve nearby, overlooking a tiny lake. Instead of a fancy Italian tablecloth the two of you move your car seats down and set a spare picnic blanket in the trunk. Instead of a candlelit dinner the two of you find some emergency electric tealights in the glove compartment, lighting it up between you two as you dig into your to-go boxes. 

You’re a little envious that so much time has passed by. You could’ve been a little sneakier and made a better effort to communicate with Jungkook when you saw him regularly at family parties, and maybe you two would have a better friendship today. Nevertheless, the two of you mesh like peanut butter and jelly, exchanging conversation that has your cheeks sore from smiling too hard. 

By the time you get to dessert, the moon is out and the stars are floating above your heads. The two of you are at war, fighting with your forks over the last strawberry in your cheesecake slice. After some careful stabbing Jungkook manages to nab it with his fork. 

He almost puts it in his mouth, but instead swipes up some whipped cream to press the last strawberry to your lips. 

“I think it’s working,” Jungkook says randomly as you chew the sweet fruit, “you could see it on Doyeon’s face today. She’s unsettled.” 

“Yeah,” you agree, lying down on the lavender gingham picnic blanket. 

“Do you know why she fights with you all the time?” 

“That’s a question I’ve been asking myself since the dawn of time.”

“I think I know why.” Jungkook looks down at you with his large doe eyes, licking innocently on a spoon of whipped cream. 

“Pray tell.” 

“She’s jealous of you.” 

“No,” you disagree easily, “she’s jealous that I have you.” 

“Bzzt! Wrong,” Jungkook puts his empty container in your makeshift trash can, falling beside you and knitting his hands under his head. You have a little window on the roof of your car, so both of you are able to stare at the navy sky, “she’s always been jealous of you. Think about it. The two of you have similar lifestyles: same career path, confidence, taste, education. But even after all of that? People still like you more.” 

You scoff, hands immediately reaching to fiddle with the frayed corner of fabric next to your fingers. “I don’t think so.” 

“I’ve met all of Doyeon’s friends,” he informs you, “they’re weird. Like yeah, they care about each other on the surface level. But they’re nothing of substance. They’re not like your friends.” 

“Please, Doyeon has everything she could ever want,” you don’t know what kind of complex you have supporting Doyeon’s life, but something deep and insecure wants to separate you two as far away from each other as possible. “Like… she’s Malibu Barbie and I’m Polly Pocket.” 

Jungkook turns to face you, resting his head between his palm and leaning on his elbow. “Do you not think you’re beautiful?” 

“Yeah, but compared to Doyeon—” 

“You’ve always been beautiful to me, don’t you know that?”

You choke on your saliva, feeling small and skittish at the implication behind his words. It’s been two years. You’ve only been friends for two weeks. How can he possibly say that? 

“I uh, saw you once,” Jungkook coughs, and you watch the way his pale cheeks unmatch the moon and instead flit to a crimson hue, “we were at some party and you were wearing this really cute black dress with a white bow in the middle. Doesn’t even matter what party because it was random, y’know? I was gonna go talk to you but Doyeon got to me first and well, the rest is history.” He breaks eye contact with you, unable to handle it. 

You remember that party, vaguely. It was random, some sort of poetry slam in a shady part of town. Doyeon and you didn’t even go with each other, you were with Taehyung and she just happened to stumble in there from another nearby party. You didn’t even know Jungkook was there that night, or how you were a hair's breadth away from meeting him before Doyeon. 

“Don’t ever think you’re lesser than her just because out of all the people she chose to pick on, she chose you. It’s why she never lets you get to know her boyfriends. She’s threatened by you because you’re just as special,” something low sparks in your chest at his words,  “and now that you’ve finally decided to stoop to her level and fight back with a taste of her own medicine, she doesn’t know what to do.” 

Feeling like your body is on a beach and you’re sinking in sand, you soften over your picnic blanket, mulling it over. “Did I make the right choice? Stooping down to her level.” Your voice is quiet, comparable to the chirping birds and buzzing gnats outside. 

“We won’t know until after the wedding,” Jungkook answers honestly, “but I do know I’m sticking with you until the end. We’re friends now, got that? You have no excuse to ignore me anymore.” 

You don’t want to ignore Jungkook, never in a million years. Now you know that you are envious of Doyeon, for having an opportunity to love and care for an amazing person like him. So in a sudden bout of emotion, you roll over to straddle Jungkook’s waist. 

He’s shocked, hands flying to your waist to make sure you don’t wobble off. But you’re determined, and lean down to press your lips against his. He tastes like cheesecake and strawberries, the taste melding with your own as you relish in the feeling of his soft lips against yours. You melt a little when he squeaks, breaking into a soft moan as he reciprocates the gesture. He’s warm and large and he makes you feel safe. Once your brain returns to your body, you break for air. You only pull back a few centimeters, and there’s no way for you to get off because Jungkook has locked you in place. 

“What was that for?” he asks breathlessly. 

“Don’t know,” you’re whispering against his lips, unable to pull away, “just felt like we needed a little more practice.” 

He blinks, before relaxing in a silly smile. “I agree,” he says simply, dipping you on your back so he can be on top the second time around. 

“We’re in Vegas, baby!” 

Every single terrible comedy movie set in Las Vegas has brought you to this very moment. You’ve always wanted to say that line. Dumping your luggage next to Jungkook’s, you flop on the nearest mattress. Thank goodness you only wore leggings and a t-shirt on the flight, it’s the optimal sleeping outfit after a long day. Feeling something hard and plastic dig into your brain, you hold up the culprit and squeal excitedly. “Look, Kook!” you wave the crinkly confection in your hands, “they put mints on the pillows!” 

Despite your room being a square with two queen beds, the hotel does not skimp on quality. The decor is ornate, the white and gold trim on the doorknobs and metal appliances shimmering beautifully. The beds feel like clouds, as you try to imagine what a cloud could possibly feel like, this is it. 

Jungkook immediately follows suit, ripping off his outer clothes until he’s left in his undershirt and boxers, flopping next to you on the mattress. He immediately opens his mouth when you shoot a mint, catching it easily. “I feel like we’re in a deleted scene of Crazy Rich Asians,” he says, letting the hard mint clink around his teeth, “is this the part where you tell me your family comes from old money and I’m gonna be your sugar baby?” 

“Don’t be so hopeful,” you narrow your eyes, booping his button nose with your finger. 

“I’m just saying, the first class flight threw me off.” 

You giggle, slapping his chest, “No. If that was true, we wouldn’t be sharing a room with my cousin. Sorry you have to share the bed with me, I got the hotel with Jin and he doesn’t want to sleep with you.”

“S’okay,” Jungkook replies softly, leaning closer to make grabby hands at you, “you’re softer.” 

Tentatively, you scooch over so you can lean on Jungkook’s chest. You two have a little time before Doyeon and Namjoon’s combined bachelor and bachelorette party. The past two weeks have been nice—scratch that, the past two weeks with Jungkook have been wonderful. You never cared to measure how much time passed before meeting him, but now that you’ve begun fake-dating, time is the only thing you regard. You’re already beginning to miss him, knowing that in a week, this whole arrangement will be over.

Well, not exactly over. Jungkook says you’ll remain friends after this, but you don’t really want that. You want more, and it scares you to think he may not feel the same. 

But right now you’re snuggling like an old couple, sleeping comfortably between pillow-like sheets and minty breath. Your pretend boyfriend, now your pretend boyfriend with benefits, looks soft and huggable and you want to bottle up this moment forever. You say benefits because, well, the cuddling is an added bonus. Practice practice practice, Jungkook sing songs the words you used that one night under the stars, excuses to seal his lips to your lips. You’ll never argue with that. So when Jungkook’s hand tightens around your waist and pulls you closer, you relent. 

One second, you’re closing your eyes and the next, you’re waking up to Seokin’s wide eyes staring back at you. 

“Eep, you creepo!” you shriek, scrambling away from him. That’s when you realize Jungkook’s missing from bed, the scent of his laundry detergent lingering between the eggshell Egyptian cotton. 

“Jungkook’s in the shower,” Seokjin immediately reads your mind, pulling away so he can unpack his luggage. “My flight just got in two hours ago, you both were out like a light when I arrived.”

“Ugh, I’m really not ready to party.” 

“Doyeon just texted the family group chat. She reserved the rooftop, the party starts in an hour,” he talks mindlessly, rifling through his stuff. Seokjin is fiddling with his clothes, despite the fact that you know Seokjin prepares his outfits days in advance so he doesn’t have to choose. He looks concerned, pulling out a flamingo pink boardshort and setting it down on his mattress. Finally he says, “I’m worried about you.” 

“Why?” 

“Because. It’s clear that you’re starting to fall for Jungkook.” 

The words strike you straight in the place you’re trying to avoid. You’ve been living in a fantasy these past two weeks, thinly veiled by the whole reason you two are together in the first place. Doyeon’s wedding is just around the corner, and what then? 

“I’m not saying that he doesn’t feel anything for you either,” that gets your heart skipping a beat, and you secretly hold a hand to your chest under the blankets, “but do you really want to start off a relationship like this? A relationship all messy and morally objective because it’s built on revenge?” 

“Don’t worry about me,” the words easily fall from your lips, “I can take care of this.” 

“I hate it when you say that,” the words are curt and harsh against Seokjin’s plush lips, “I’m allowed to worry about you, y/n. You know why? Because, because you’re my favorite cousin too,” he bites his lip, walking over so he sits on your side of the bed. “So don’t tell me what I can and can’t worry about. I want you to be happy, I want you to stop holding in this anger you have for Doyeon and move on.” 

“I’m sorry,” you whisper, leaning over to press your cheek against Seokjin’s shoulder. “You’re right.” 

“For the first time in a long time, you’ve finally decided to lean on someone,” and both of you know who that someone is. “I don’t want you to lose him over some petty family issue. You should tell him how you feel.” 

“I will,” you wrap your arms around your cousin’s slim waist in a silent thanks. 

“Am I interrupting a tender family moment?” 

The two of you pull away to stare at Jungkook, leaning against the doorframe that leads to the bathroom. He’s in a plain white t-shirt and the red board shorts that you bought at the mall, cutting off mid-thigh and revealing the bulky muscle underneath. You were right, the shorts do make his thighs look thick. 

Seokjin groans exaggeratedly. “Yes, yes you did.” 

Jungkook immediately goes to replace Seokjin’s spot, and some stray droplets fall fresh from the shower due to his slicked-back hair. “Do you wanna get ready? First party’s soon.” 

“Not really,” you admit, “you’re gonna meet the family all over again.” 

“Second time’s the charm,” he winked, “I’ve already met your parents and everything. Not feeling nervous at all.” 

“Oh, really?” 

“Really,” and the facade cools down a little, “well, maybe a little nervous for your Aunt Lillian. Her stares give me the heebie-jeebies.” 

“Don’t worry, I’ll protect you from Aunt Lillian.” 

“God the two of you get worse every day,” Seokjin has magically changed into his shorts, tucking himself into the bed, “don’t wake me up until we pre-game.” 

Doyeon and Namjoon don’t skimp on the festivities, although in taste the ideas are Doyeon’s in its entirety. It’s lavish and colorful, with a beautiful infinity pool in the middle decorated with lavender and pink headlights. There’s a buffet table overflowing with tasty food. There’s petal pink champagne overflowing from fountains, decorated with fresh strawberries bobbing around the fizzy drink. 

“I don’t know,” Namjoon and Jungkook have been talking for well over an hour, and it’s clear how well they mesh together. Heck, you’ve accepted that Jungkook may like Namjoon more than he likes you. Jungkook’s eyes sparkle as Namjoon discusses the various genres of rap and hip-hop music, explaining the potency of mature themes in a young community, “but I will say music is like another language, knows no boundaries when it comes to sending their messages to others.” 

You fight the urge to chuckle when Jungkook sighs dreamily at the music theory professor. “Wow, that’s so deep.” 

Getting up from your cabana, you nudge Seokjin, who’s currently flirting it up with one of Doyeon’s bridesmaids. “Hey, wanna get a drink?” you ask, throwing your wrap on the cushions to reveal your strappy red bikini. 

“And chicken tenders,” Seokjin presses a kiss to the bridesmaid’s cheek, bidding her goodbye as he follows you out of the shaded area. 

“Do you two lovebirds want anything?” you stare pointedly at Namjoon and Jungkook. While Namjoon’s eyes stay in contact with you, you can’t help but smile a little more when Jungkook has a hard time keeping his gaze in one place. 

“I think we’re fine,” Namjoon answers for both of them, swirling his beer bottle. “I’ll meet you two at the bar once I’m done.” 

“Sure thing,” Seokjin puts a hand on your back to lead you to one of the open bars. As much as you like being in a handsome hotel with money to burn, nothing beats the fact that your entire family is here to celebrate. The elders have corroborated two cabanas for poker and other games, while your younger cousins are playing ping pong and air hockey on the other side. 

“Namjoon sure is a dreamboat,” Seokjin bemoans, handing you an electric orange drink. You take a sip of it, and bug out when you realize it tastes nothing like alcohol. You’re definitely in for a night. “Like I can hear him wax music thingamajib any day.” 

“I thought you were into that bridesmaid.” 

“A mere diversion,” he sighs, leaning his tanned arms against the bar, “can’t ignore the deep voice Namjoon has, it’s intoxicating.” 

“I’m sure Jungkook would agree,” you egg on. 

“What are you two talking about?” you straighten up when the man of the hour shows up at the bar, absolutely glowing under the sunset. He orders a round for the three of you, and you immediately chug your own drink to get to the next one. 

“Talking about how you’re stealing Jungkook away from me,” you joke, accepting another fruity drink from Namjoon. Damn, this stuff tastes like candy. 

“Oh, never,” Namjoon replies brightly, waving the thought away, “do you see the way he looks at you? Hopelessly in love.” 

Maybe it’s the copious amounts of alcohol, but you feel your stomach flip-flop at the thought of love. You’ve always known what love felt like, the warmth of Namjoon’s cheeks whenever he sees Doyeon, when your mom takes care of you when you’re sick, when Seokjin makes sure you’re not emotionally constipated 24/7. But the thought of Jungkook and you in love? It’s a feeling you secretly yearn for. 

“Right? It’s disgusting,” Seokjin groans with an eye roll, “like, Jungkook wasn’t like that with Doyeon at all when they were together.” 

The slip up has the three of you choking on your own thoughts, staring at each other like the three have just been told you’re on a prank show. But it is no prank, and you look at Seokjin who’s absolutely horrified. 

“Oh shit,” he squeaks, looking at Namjoon guiltily, “did I say something I shouldn’t have said?” 

“I don’t know,” Namjoon replies coolly, “did you?” 

The ominous response gets you going, and you quickly place a hand on Namjoon’s arm, placating him. “They dated, yes. But it was only for a short time and we’ve sorted everything out. Nothing for you to worry about.” 

“Oh,” Namjoon quirks his head, and regards you two with pursed lips. “I’m not one of those guys who freak out over other people’s exes. I’m just surprised that I’ve only heard this now,” Namjoon takes a slow sip of his drink, and despite your drink also being cold and refreshing, you’re absolutely sweating. 

“Well, I’m sure Doyeon didn’t want to worry you.”

At the mention of his future wife, he beams. “You’re right, she’s considerate like that,” and the conversation ends just like that. He holds up his drink to the two of you, and you and Seokjin do the same. With a sharp clink he leaves you two to mull, happily conversing with the next round of guests he needs to entertain for the week. 

“That guy is too nice for his own good,” you shake your head, asking the bartender for your third drink within ten minutes. 

Seokjin leans over you and warbles, “So you’re telling me that Namjoon has no idea that Doyeon cheated on Jungkook in order to date him?” he’s sweating just like you are, following suit to your actions and asking to make his drink a double. 

“I don’t know,” you bite your lip, your teeth worrying the dark skin, “I’ve been thinking about it for a while though. I just don’t want to get involved, you know?” 

“But this is different!” 

“But Doyeon’s family!” 

“And all of a sudden you care about Doyeon’s feelings?” Seokjin gripes back, “it’s not about Doyeon, it’s about the both of them. And if we know something that Namjoon doesn’t, wouldn’t it be in our best interests to warn him before he seals a marriage deal that costs him over a zillion dollars?” he gestures to the extravagant wedding party. 

“But we don’t even have any proof that’s the case,” you frown, “Doyeon could have changed—a little, not a lot—since meeting Namjoon, maybe she thinks it’s best to reveal as little as possible.” 

Seokjin wonders what kind of family he has. One as chaotic as his takes a lot to stomach, and Seokjin likes to pride himself in his strong appetite. “Fine, let’s just keep a close eye on both of them this week. And if anything remotely fishy happens, we strike.” 

“Deal.” 

You return to the cabana alone, with a plate of fries for both you and Jungkook. Jungkook is also alone, laying on the lounge chair with his eyes closed. It gives you a chance to ogle your fake-boyfriend a little bit, reveling in the sight of his toned body. 

Setting down your plate with a sharp rap of the glass, Jungkook opens one eye. “Hey,” he smiles, drinking in your muted expression, “you okay?”

Damn Jungkook for being able to read you so well. “I think so. It’s nothing, really.” 

“Well, will you tell me if it’s something?” 

“Yeah, I will.” 

“So, I do have something to tell you though.” Jungkook sits up, regarding you wearily. “Can you… stand in front of me?” Confused, you shove a fry in your mouth and walk up to him as directed, your back blocking the entrance as you stand in front of him. “Okay, come closer. Now bend down,” you bend your back 90 degrees, and he presses a hand to your shoulder to stop you, “no, no. With your breasts out, just a little—there! Arch your back. Like you’re doing the Sorority Squat.” 

“Excuse me—” 

“The music isn’t even that loud,” he mutters to himself, “no one would need to push their boobs in my face to hear me.” 

“Jungkook, is someone pressing boobs to your face?” 

“Why,” he breaks into a playful grin, “jealous?”

“Not if it’s Aunt Lillian.” 

“Unfortunately it wasn’t,” he twiddles with the drawstrings of his shorts. “It was Doyeon.” 

Doyeon? She didn’t walk by your cabana all day. Heck, she barely greeted you when you arrived with Jungkook. But when Jungkook’s alone is when she decides to pounce? And with what motive? 

“I don’t know,” he’s rambling to himself, “maybe I’m overthinking it. It was only half a second.” 

“Jungkook, I have something to tell you,” you say instead, panic in your features. 

“Is it something urgent?” 

“Well, no but—” 

“Then tell me when we get back to the room,” Jungkook easily pulls you onto his lap, and you instantly heat up when you feel your bare butt press against Jungkook’s golden thighs. “Like you said, we’re in Vegas. Let’s have fun while we can.” 

“Okay,” you tuck your head between his neck and collarbone, reaching to press a kiss to his smooth jawline. 

Relaxing against the plush lounge chair Jungkook feeds you fries while talking about the things he wants to do this week. It’s his first time in Vegas and he wants to make the most of it. He wants to visit all the buffets he sees on Buzzfeed compilations, relax at the pool, maybe catch a show. The thought of spending all week with him and your family is nice, and suddenly you don’t feel so awkward sitting on his lap, and eventually he pulls you between his thighs so you can lay on his chest. 

“And between you and me,” he fake whispers against the shell of your ear, as if he’s telling you the biggest secret, “we’re the hottest couple here.” 

The next three days leading up to the wedding are relatively uninteresting. 

Uninteresting in the best way possible. On Monday you and Jungkook spend time with your little cousins, taking them to The Adventuredome, one of the resort's indoor theme parks. On Tuesday you and Jungkook go shopping at the outlet malls with your parents, blowing hundreds of dollars on cheap Levis that have your luggage bursting with a new wardrobe. In between all of that Seokjin and occasionally Namjoon joins you two in your buffet journey, hitting up the top spots and filling your tummies to the brim with delicious food. 

On Wednesday, Jungkook brandishes two gold-foiled tickets in front of you, waving them around like a fan. With one finger, he pushes away your Pokémon battle, “I got us tickets to Cirque du Soleil,” he announces proudly, “waited in line for an hour.”

You gape, scrambling off of your bed and throwing your Nintendo Switch to the side. “Jungkook,” you marvel, “these are so expensive. How’d you manage to get a show for tonight?” 

He shrugs, “Looked around.” 

“You’ve been impulse buying a lot this week,” you tease, “like really, you don’t need three pairs of the same ripped jeans.”

“This wasn’t an impulse buy,” he says, “I’ve been looking around for shows. Just managed to pick them up today, so go get dressed for our date.”

Did Jungkook just call it a date? Giddy with excitement you throw the covers off, running into the bathroom to get ready. What a surprise, you didn’t think Jungkook would be into spontaneous things like this. 

Seokjin left the bathroom open, so when you walk in the room it is steamy and warm. Your dear cousin is still in the shower, probably waiting for his conditioner to pass three minutes of set-in time. 

“What are you getting ready for?” Seokjin asks over the rain shower.

“Kook got us tickets to Cirque du Soleil,” you chirp happily, looking through your skin care products. 

“I wanna come!” 

“Nope! Jungkook called it a date.” 

“Oh, a date,” Seokjin drawls, putting his head under the water to rinse his hair clean. “Well then, should I vacate the room for tonight?” 

“What, no!” you’ve closed the door, so thankfully Jungkook can’t hear you talking about him. “We’re not doing anything. We’re just two friends who are fake-dating going on a date.” 

“Sounds like a real date, though,” Seokjin wraps a towel around himself to cover all his important bits before getting out of the shower, bumping elbows with you so he can brush his teeth. “Either way, I’ll be gone tonight. It’s my turn to watch the baby cousins. Don’t have too much fun while I'm in their room watching Despicable Me for the millionth time.” 

“We’ll be sure to stop by with some pizza or something,” you tease, a little wiggle in your hips when you vacate the bathroom. 

By the time you and Jungkook are ready, you two are dressed impeccably. Jungkook is wearing one of the ripped black jeans he bought on Tuesday, combined with a white button up and black blazer. A classic outfit with a little bit of Jungkook-themed flair. And to Jungkook’s surprise, you’re wearing the dress that he first saw you in, all those years ago. You’ve gained a little weight since college, but you still fill out the little black dress beautifully, the little white bow in the middle adding a simple yet adorable touch. It took a little sleuthing and searching through your old college clothes, but you were determined to find it when Jungkook reminded you how much you love the design. 

Clearly from the way Jungkook is currently gaping at you like a bloated fish, he loves it too. 

The show is beautiful and colorful, leaving you speechless and in tears by the end of it. Jungkook lets you hold his hand the entire time, feeling a bout of anxiety anytime the acrobats fall gracefully despite the large height. 

Overall, it was a wonderful show, paired with your equally enamouring date. It’s getting harder and harder to distinguish what’s fake and what’s real in your heart, and throughout the night you’re sorely reminded that you should tell Jungkook how you feel. 

But by the time you get to the room your parents are calling you, asking to get their suit and dresses out of the car so hotel service can do a last minute press and dry clean. 

“I’ll be back,” you say to Jungkook, “I need to go get their clothes out of the car. They’re always so forgetful.” 

“Want me to come?” he offers, hand shying away from inserting the keycard in. 

“No, I’ll only be fifteen minutes, tops.”

“So I guess this is this the part where I get a goodnight kiss?” he asks cheekily, leaning on his heels so his tall frame reaches yours. You don’t hesitate to give a short peck to his pretty pink lips. He pouts at the brevity, “that was too quick.” 

“Go inside,” you insist, “the sooner you get ready for bed the sooner I can get ready for bed.” 

“Then more kisses?” 

“Then more kisses.” 

Jungkook breaks into an all-teeth smile, unable to control himself when he dips down and steals a longer, more lingering kiss to your lips. “I had a great time tonight,” he says, mimicking every single teenage rom-com protagonist who’s deeply in love with the popular jock. “Don’t take too long, okay?” 

You nod, pushing him inside, “C’mon, if you stopped talking I’d be back by now!” 

Once the door closes shut, you let yourself do a little dance in the hallway, wiggling your butt and giving yourself a mini-celebration. You quickly text your group chat that you just came back from the Cirque show.

Jimin: what, a date with your fake date?

Hobi: jeon jungcock? 👀👀

Jimin: whaaaaaattttt. U’ve gotta have sat in his lap at least. 3 times since you’ve started this ting

Hobi: i’ve heard things in college… 

Taehyung: u are all gross and i hate u 

Taehyung: but so am i bc im very curious 

Just as you’re about to send a heated reply, the elevator dings, revealing a pissed off Doyeon. She’s bare-faced, in a fluffy lilac bath robe and matching puff ball slippers. You slip in right beside her, making sure there’s a comfortable amount of space between you two. 

“You’re going to the parking garage too?” you ask, eyes lingering on the lit button. 

“Yeah,” she’s looking at her phone, a few stray hairs from her mahogany bun falling onto her forehead, “Aunt Lillian left her medication in the car. I don’t know why she has to send me, I’m busy getting married.” 

“My parents left their formal clothes in the car,” you shrug, “you know, my parents and Aunt Lillian share the same brain cell. Gotta help them out once in a while.”  

The icy silence in the elevator is probably the calmest you and Doyeon have been since you’ve announced your relationship status with Jungkook. You fight the sigh, opting to take out your phone and open some unread messages. 

Jeon Jung-boo-thang: hurry up, the bed’s cold without u 

You: lool, why do u look constipated 

Jeon Jung-boo-thang: because i am, hurry up. Im bringing ur switch to the toilet and playing on your profile 

You: JEON WAIT YAMPERS AT 5HP GO TO THE POKEMON CENTER U HEATHEN

You tilt your head a centimeter, feeling Doyeon breathing down your neck like Puff the Magic Dragon. You look at her with wide eyes. Her long, slender neck manages to snake its way next to your head, “Can I help you?” you ask amusedly, clutching your phone to your chest. 

“Are you two really together?” she asks, batting her lashes. All this week she’s left you alone, and you’ve been wondering when she’s going to make herself known. It’s a little self-absorbed you have to admit, but ever since Namjoon’s ignorance to Doyeon’s previous relationship, you’ve been on edge. 

“Of course we are,” you spit back, “I love him.” 

And you must be very convincing, because Doyeon’s gaze falters just a fraction. You glare at her, staking your claim. Ever since Jungkook told you the reason Doyeon hates you is because she’s jealous, you’ve started to feel a bit of sympathy for her. Doyeon is beautiful and smart, she has no reason to feel this way. But the brain holds fickle thoughts sometimes, bringing darkness to the mind. 

“He loved me first,” she bites back, lifting her chin. 

“And why do you care?” you laugh tonelessly. The elevator dings open, and you’re met with the open air and concrete of the parking garage. “He may have loved you first, but he’ll love me last.” 

You leave the elevator first, a little pep in your step as you make your way to the rental car to gather your parent’s things. While the words you uttered are white in nature and may not hold any sort of weight to them, it manages to bring Doyeon to her knees, absolutely quaking in the elevator. 

You’re tasting revenge, and it’s sweet. 

“Okay, you need to leave,” Seokjin pulls away the shot glass from your lips, “I didn’t spend days planning the itinerary for you to mess it up. Bridal party in Doyeon’s suite and the groom’s party in Namjoon’s parents suite.” 

“That’s dumb,” you chastise, crossing your arms, “we’re all meeting at the same club at 10. Why can’t we pre-party together?” 

“Because it’s tradition!” 

“Screw tradition,” you stumble on your heels as you purse your lips at Jungkook, “Kook, when we get married I don’t wanna do a whole boy-and-girl party. We’re equals, right?” 

“Of course, baby,” he cooes, being careful not to smudge your makeup when he presses his lips to the crown of your head. “But for the sake of Seokjin’s sanity, you should probably go to Doyeon’s. It’ll only be an hour or two.” 

You gasp exaggeratedly at the blatant betrayal. He only grins cheekily in response, dipping down to press a wet kiss to your cheek. “Fine,” you cross your arms, snatching back your drink from Seokjin’s grasp to knock it down. 

Leaving the bachelor pre-party pains you considerably. They’re having such a good time joking around the suite, telling each other fun stories and relaxing in chairs as they watch TV. This is your kind of crowd, not to mention that you can peacefully check out Jungkook’s ass in those tight dress pants without any crazy club lights distorting your vision.

From past family party experience you already have a feeling what’s coming for you in the ladies’ suite. 

Loud music pours from Doyeon’s suite, and it’s completely unlocked. The bridal party is raving, ten seconds away from being completely drunk and immobile. The lights are being manually shut on and off like some sort of cheap rager, and you have to tell Yoojung to tone it down before you get a seizure. 

The stench of acidic drinks and the tang of alcoholic air is palpable, and instead of a shot you opt for a glass of peach champagne to slow you down. 

As you walk deeper into the suite, you notice a crowd forming by the balcony. Tapping your cousin Nari on the shoulder, you regard her with a hug and kiss. “What’s going on over there?” you ask, heels not helping you see any better. 

Nari’s all blushy and pink, hiccuping as she gestures to the balcony. “Her maid of honor got Doyeon a very special gift!” 

Managing to weave through the women blocking your view, you fight the urge to gag when you have a clear view of the scene in front of you.

You really don’t understand the purpose of bachelor and bachelorette parties. “One night to be single all over again!” they all say, even though they’re not actually single? Like why does the couple suddenly get one night of forgiveness when you’ve already spent years being in a committed relationship? 

Why is it okay that Doyeon’s dry humping a stripper on the balcony? Her white silk dress is ruched dangerously high, soon close to flashing her family. Aunties and friends and the like are cheering her on, and she flips her head perfectly to all the phones shoved in their faces, making sure to get the perfect angle. 

Fighting the urge to roll your eyes, you turn back in the hopes that your other family members would be willing to have a good old-fashioned tip back with you. 

You squeal when your hands accidentally land on a bare, oiled chest. You look up, mortified at the large man covered in black harnesses. “Hey babe, I’m Wonho,” he says, faking a sultry gaze as he looks at you up and down, “you’re part of the bridal party too? Wanna dance?” 

Feeling naked, you push past him, careful not to get anything on your dress. Wonho? Wonno.

Jungkook loves your family. 

(Except Doyeon.)

As much as he told you not to worry about him, and he’ll be completely fine when he meets your family, he couldn’t help be a little wary on the flight over. After all, it’s been two years and he didn’t know how things would be different. 

Chaoticism and all, your family is a thing to be cherished. Even though Yoongi has been on mood swings that make Jungkook question his sanity from time to time, and Seokjin is secretly breathing down Jungkook’s back every time he so glances at you, he thinks things are right where they should be.  

But despite all that they regarded him with familiarity, hugged and kissed him like old friends, something is different. They’ve turned over a new page for him. They don’t bring up Doyeon. They ask about his family, his job, his life in the city. They ask about how you and Jungkook met, and how happy they are for you. How happy they are for him.

Oh, how he wishes everything could be different. In another world, you two would already be together. 

He wasn’t lying back at the cabana when he said you two are the hottest couple at the resort, including the bridal party (but don’t tell Namjoon). You look absolutely stunning in your sparkly red dress, accentuating all the right parts and lighting up the whole room. 

When he finds you in the club you’re sitting down with your Aunties, keeping the elders company while the younger ones are flagging down the bartenders. He thinks it’s cute, how well you fit in between them, coddling you like you’re still a child in their eyes. 

“Dear, your boyfriend is here!” your one Aunt yells over the loud EDM.

You lift your head up quickly, giving him the prettiest smile. Your teeth glow purple under the neon lights, and he fights the urge to laugh when he holds out a hand. “Mind if I steal her from you?” 

“Of course, she’s gotta live a little!” 

You pout, a little wobbly but nevertheless still in the right mind as you shuffle out of the booth to meet his awaiting arms. “Hey handsome,” your voice is thick and sweet-smelling, “come here often?” 

“Only when my girlfriend does,” he replies cheekily, hands immediately coming to your butt to smooth out your dress. He shys a bit when your Aunties hoot and holler at his public display of affection, but all he wants to do was pull the hem down a little bit. No way is he going to let anyone get a flash of your goods. 

“Let’s dance!” you take your hand in his, leading him to a comfortable corner of the dance floor. 

Clubs aren’t really your scene, aligning with Jungkook’s sentiments towards the loud generic music and terrible smell. But you’re in Vegas, and he feels that it’s all part of the package to experience the nightlife at least once. He puts his hands on your waist and you giggle like you’re in prom, hands coming to rest on the collar of his button down. 

“Hey,” he says with a lopsided smirk, “wanna make out?” 

 “Sure,” he notices that you don’t even check if anyone’s seeing, and it makes his heart flutter when you don’t hesitate to get on your tiptoes to meet him halfway. 

He’s always hoped for a moment like this, a moment where the room stops spinning and both your minds click into place. It’s almost comical, how he distinctly notes that the music fades once his lips touch yours. The kiss is hot, yet intimate. Even though he makes excuses to kiss you all the time because of practice, it goes to show that you two definitely never needed it. Your tiny hands grip the collar of his button down, bringing you two impossibly close despite the hot air. His larger hands grip at the strings that hold your measly dress together, grappling at any excuse to get to your soft skin. The two of you are a natural when it comes to each other’s intimacy. 

The two of you pull away, mesmerized. You haven’t kissed like that before. He melts under your stare, his thumb reaching to nick off any lip gloss that’s moved in the process. 

Seokjin comes down the floor to haul you both by the shoulders, “C’mon lovebirds, they’re taking wedding shots!” 

The two of you follow your cousin to the crowd of people that is your family, already with their own drinks in hand. Doyeon and Namjoon are sitting atop the bar, making a very loud toast that consisted of a quick “thank you!” and “we love you!” before downing their drinks with their arms linked together. The room is thrumming with excitement for tomorrow’s festivities, and surprisingly, you and Jungkook included. He tucks himself in your body like a puzzle piece, hugging you from behind while he watches Namjoon’s eyes sparkle with love under the neons. 

The nightclub gets a little blurry after that, with the copious amounts of alcohol and shameless actions from your family and friends. By the time it’s twelve Jungkook notices you swaying at a rate that you can’t handle. He knows your limits and knows when you have to urge to pee every five minutes, it’s time to go. With a chaste kiss you leave him at the bar, deciding to make a pitstop to the bathroom before telling Jungkook you want to head up.

You’re locked in a stall when you hear Yoojung’s voice. 

“Ugh,” she groans, voice echoing through the tiny room. “Jungkook is so sexy. Do you see the way he’s dancing out there? He’s a literal babe magnet, I can’t believe he ended up with someone like y/n.” 

You don’t move a muscle, pressing your ear against the door that hides you. The silly slander isn’t news to you, Doyeon has been feeding her friends all sorts of bullcrap so they wouldn’t bother talking to you. 

“Yeah, Jungkook’s a real treat but he dated Doyeon first. Sounds like she’s into sloppy seconds,” Elly replies, another bridesmaid you’ve met in passing. “But I don’t know, they do look happy together.”

“Please, I’m sure Jungkook’s just using her so he can get one more chance at Doyeon before she ties the knot,” you bristle, the thought of Jungkook still having feelings for Doyeon makes your heart thud painfully against your chest, “like, what a downgrade. Namjoon and Doyeon do not deserve this drama. If Jungkook ever liked Doyeon at all, he wouldn’t have come. Period.” 

You slam the door open, causing Elly to squeal and Yoojung’s YSL lipstick to fall onto the sink. You’re the epitome of relaxation, walking towards the sink to wash your hands. The bridesmaids simply stare at you, unable to formulate a comeback. When you finally dry your hands, you say your next words. 

“Jungkook is here because he loves me,” an act act act. This is all an act. You shouldn’t be this offended because you know it’s all false. “And you’re wrong. It’s not Jungkook that doesn’t deserve Doyeon. Jungkook was too good for Doyeon.” 

And you slam your heels against the tile, stilettos pounding to the beat of the music. Your exit is full of anger and frustration as you ignore the burn in your step and the ache in your heart, flagging the first bartender you see to get you a double. 

Shot for shot, that anger soon melts into guilt as Yoojung’s words sink in. The thought of Jungkook using you to get to Doyeon is terrible, you can barely stomach the thought. But that’s exactly what you’re doing, right? You’re using Jungkook to get back at Doyeon. 

Why did you even want to get back at Doyeon anymore? Why do you have to prove anything to her? If she just continues to push you around, isn’t that more on her than it is on you? 

Jungkook soon finds you after you’ve nursed a few drinks, leaning unceremoniously against a barstool. His eyes widen at your state, and he immediately sheds his jacket to wrap it around your waist. 

“Why did you drink so much?” he chastises, “it’s the night before the wedding.” 

“Jungkookie,” you warble, clutching your stomach, “I don’t feel so good.” 

He sighs, bending down. “Get on my back. Make sure the jacket covers you up, okay?” 

He doesn’t even grunt when you put all your weight on him, feeling like a ragdoll as he hoists you up. You wrap your arms around his shoulders, letting him carry you to your room. Most of the older family already went upstairs to sleep, so none of your cousins could care less when they see you get hauled away by Jungkook. 

You inhale, he smells like sweat and cologne. “I like putting my head between your neck,” you babble, and you feel Jungkook chuckle through his chest, “you smell so nice there. It’s the bestset! Comfiest place ever, ‘specially when m’sleepy.” 

“Are you sleepy now, baby?” You love how smooth the petname falls from his lips. 

“I will be when we get upstairs,” you reply, happy to see the elevator is empty. “I’m just all up in my head.” 

“Is that why you were drinking so much? You said you were gonna stop earlier.” 

“Yeah, but,” you shamefully tuck your head in his shoulder, “I was frustrated.” 

“Frustrated? At who?” concern laces his tone as he struggles to hold you with one hand and fumble for his key in the other. You tighten your legs around his slim waist until the door clicks open, and he immediately walks over to your bed to plop you down. “Babe, are you crying?” he finally has a good look at your face, horrified to see the streaks of tears mixed with mascara running down your face. 

“I wa-was jealous,” you confess tearily, clutching your face in your hands,  “some girls in the bathroom were calling you sexy and that you were only here so you could try to win over Doyeon. I know it sounds ridiculous and you would never do that but. The thought of you getting back with her makes me so jealous and I hate it! I’m starting to feel so guilty about this, all of this. I put all of this on ourselves and I’m ruining it.” 

“Ruining what? You’re not making any sense.” Jungkook places a hand on your knee, crouching down so he can look up at you. 

“I’m ruining us,” you gush despondently, “I’m ruining any potential of us before we even start.” 

Jungkook freezes, hand clutching your knee like a lifeline. The potential of you two together? You’ve thought of that? Jungkook didn’t drink much tonight, so his mind is definitely running on all cogs. 

Coming to a conclusion, he rubs slow, soothing circles on your knee, his other hand reaching up to wipe the tears from your face. “You’re not ruining anything,” he declares firmly, “that’s impossible. I may have agreed to fake-date you because of Doyeon, but I stayed because of you.” 

His heart aches seeing you so upset, and he decides to take initiative to get you out of your clothing and ready for bed. You don’t have any words, opting to let Jungkook take care of you as you try to calm yourself down. He finds a spare t-shirt,  a long one so you’ll be comfortable. He doesn’t bat an eye when he unzips your dress, in favor of balling up the shirt and getting you clothed as fast as possible. He rifles through the bathroom to find your makeup wipes, and he’s gentle when he scrubs up the once pretty makeup you spent half an hour doing. Barefaced and fresh, you look sleepy and ready to crash. 

But before Jungkook can tuck you in, you clutch his arm.

“Jungkook,” you murmur sleepily, “I think I lo—” 

“I know, baby,” he doesn’t want a confession like this, and he’s sure you wouldn’t want it either. You still look a little green and you’re not sober, so he makes the executive decision to pin these feelings for later. “I’m not trying to invalidate you, I promise. I want you to tell me this, all of this in the morning. We’ll talk then.”

“Okay,” you melt in the sheets, pulling the blankets up to your chest. When you see Jungkook move away from the bed, you jolt, “Where are you going?” 

Jungkook smiles, reaching over to tuck you back in, “I left my blazer in Namjoon’s room. I’ll be right back, okay?” 

He walks out of your room as quietly as he can, making sure to close the door slowly. Once it’s sealed shut, he leaps up, giving himself a silent cheer as he bounds down the hall. You like him back! 

The smile on his face is tired but full of fervor as he makes his way to Namjoon and Doyeon’s suite. He doesn’t even care that he probably has to talk to Doyeon to get his jacket back, thoughts filled with the excitement of his requited feelings and going back to his room to cuddle up with you. 

He doesn’t even have to knock when the large double doors swing open. Dumbfounded, he looks down at Doyeon, wearing a tiny black nightie and dangling his jacket with one finger. It’s an outfit that leaves nothing to the imagination, and he feels his neck heat up at the feeling he’s encroaching on an intimate moment. 

“You left this,” she says slowly, a tiny smirk on her lips. 

“Uh, thanks,” he says, making sure not to touch her when he grabs his blazer. 

In her other hand she holds up her room’s designated ice bucket. “Could you also get me some ice, please? Namjoon’s fast asleep and I really don’t want to walk out all… exposed.” 

He swallows his sigh, knowing it’s going to take significantly longer to get back to you when Doyeon drawls like this. “Of course,” he replies tersely, “after all, you are the bride.” 

“Thanks, Jungkookie.” 

He makes quick work of getting Doyeon the ice, pumping his long legs down the hall. The ice room is cold and cramped, barely enough for his tall frame to fit in. He jabs the container in the holder, pressing the button ten times per second to get as much ice out as possible. 

As soon as he turns around with the ice, he drops the whole bucket. 

Like glass, it shatters onto the ground, hundreds of little clear pebbles skimming across the floor like marbles. Doyeon’s pushing Jungkook against the ice machine, freshly manicured hands splayed across his chest. Her body is flush against his, making sure that he feels all of her with her thin silk gown. 

“What the fuck, Doyeon get off of me!” a little part of him hopes she’ll come to her senses on her own so he doesn’t have to put his hands on her. 

“C’mon, Kookie,” her voice is a sickly candy sweet, her eyes wide with hunger as she takes in his form, “just one more night, you and me. Like old times. One more night before I tie the knot.” 

“You’re crazy,” he balks, running his hand through his hair, “this is sexual harassment, do you know that?” 

“You don’t mean that, Kookie,” Doyeon dips a red-tipped nail down his chest, “why settle for someone like y/n when I’m right here?” 

He grabs her wrists, firm. She winces at the contact, but doesn’t say anything when Jungkook delivers her a scary glare. It gets her quiet, fearful of this version of Jungkook. Doyeon’s never seen Jungkook like this before, so unwilling to bend at her whim and emanating all his power against her. 

“Why settle for your cousin?” he whispers like it’s the most obvious thing in the world, “because, I love her.” 

Her lip curls in disgust, nails digging into the palm of his hand. “But you loved me first.”

“And I’ll love her last,” he spits pack, letting go of her. His anger splits for a brief second, regarding Doyeon with sorrow, “this is low, even for you.”

Jungkook pushes past the ice, wobbling out of the ice room. He doesn’t look back, he just knows that he needs you right now. He needs to tell you everything, figure out a plan to cancel the wedding or something. 

But when he crashes inside the room, you’re dead asleep. He can’t find the courage to wake up Seokjin as well, who returned and is sleeping in his club outfit. He groans, feeling useless as he stares at the two of you, ignorant of what just conspired ten minutes ago. 

And Namjoon, what is he going to tell Namjoon? Poor guy doesn’t deserve any of this. 

Walking up to your side of the bed, he tucks your loose hair behind your ear. You look so peaceful now, so beautiful. 

It’s just going to have to wait until the morning. 

The morning of the wedding, you wake up alone. 

The first thought that runs through your head is that Jungkook has rejected you. The little, insecure bug that will never go away in your brain fills you with rash thoughts. He’s on a flight half way back home and he regrets this whole week. 

But after that exaggeration, you notice two aspirin and a bottle of water on your nightstand, along with your phone that’s fully charged. 

You pull up the screen to check the dozens of messages that flood your app. 

Jeon Jung-boo-thang: morning babe, im sorry i had to leave early. Namjoon showed up at our door freaking out that his suit is the wrong fit and shade. Now im running around vegas trying to find a replacement that doesn’t look like an elvis presley extra

Jeon Jung-boo-thang: but i didn’t forget what you said last night, i promise! Just go get ready and i’ll meet u at the chapel outside the resort. 

Jeon Jung-boo-thang: i also have something to say to you

Jeon Jung-boo-thang: wow i didn’t realize how ominous that sounds. Dw, everything will be fine

When someone tells you something will be fine, it’s a universal agreement that no, things will not be fine. 

So you get dressed, and put on your makeup mindlessly. You don’t really know what to make of Jungkook’s cryptic message, but you decide to leave those thoughts in the back of your mind as you go to the other rooms to help your family get ready. 

Seokjin is busy tying the ring bearer’s tie, looking handsome with his slicked back hair and polished grey suit. “Morning, cousin,” he sing-songs, “you look beautiful today!”

You smooth out your dress, a cascading silver number with starry sparkles. You feel like you’re living out your magical girl fantasies, wrapped up in layers of tulle and a sparkly sweetheart bodice.

“Right back at you. Say, you didn’t see Jungkook this morning, did you?” 

“No, but I heard he’s with Namjoon hunting for a new suit. Why?” 

“Nothing,” you lean against the guest table, “he just said something really ominous over text.” 

“I will never get a peaceful day so long as I’m in this family,” he says this directly to the ring bearer, a toddler who’s obviously confused at his uncle’s weird sayings. 

Your phone beeps conveniently, displaying Jungkook’s name. 

Jeon Jung-boo-thang: just got his suit. We’ll be there in fifteen. Meet me at the garden behind the chapel, please. It’s urgent 

Now you’re just worried. So you tell Seokjin your sentiments, and that he should have his phone on hand in case you needed him. With a confused nod, you leave him to go down to the garden.  

The groomsmen and bridesmaids are already at the chapel taking pictures. Only the wedding party is really allowed at this time, but you manage your way through the gardens virtually undetected. Jungkook’s already waiting for you, hiding under a white gazebo overlooking the hotel’s fountain. 

He looks gorgeous in his all black pinstripe suit, hair pushed back and pants fitted perfectly around his waist and thighs. When he sees you he gets up, full of skittish energy. You note that his hair isn’t even styled, only washed and curling slightly at the ends, as if he’s in a rush.

“W-wow,” he marvels when you rush up to him, “you look gorgeous.” 

You drop the handful of silver tulle, letting it fall to the floor. “Jungkook,” you clasp his hand in both of his, guilt flooding your eyes. You’ve been thinking about this all morning, and you need to cut to the chase. Jungkook tries to open his mouth but you silence him with a finger on his lips. “I can’t—I can’t do this. I know this sounds really stupid and you probably don’t want anything to do with me after this, but I shouldn’t have made this elaborate scheme,” you bite your lip, feeling even more antsy as Jungkook squirms in his grip. He however, is trying very hard to focus with his eyes, confused at your sudden confession. “I like you, Jungkook. I don’t want to parade you around like a revenge plot anymore, it isn’t fair and it’s wrong in so many ways—” 

“That’s great,” he says simply, brown eyes swirling with thoughts, “um, ditto. But—”

“Wow,” you frown, “I pour my heart out to you and this is what I get?” 

“It’s great that you want to be selfless right now,” Jungkook takes your hand, firm and tight, “but without this elaborate scheme, we wouldn’t be saving asses like we are right now.”

“What are you talking about?” You thought Jungkook rushed you down here so you could talk about each other’s feelings before the wedding. 

“Doyeon just threw herself on me last night. I got her ice and she took that as an invitation to seduce me like an episode of Sex and the City. Namjoon needs to divorce her, like yesterday.” 

Your face then morphs into something dark and ugly, and you fling your whole confession out the window. The thought of Doyeon going as far as throwing herself on Jungkook as a last ditch attempt to get back at you, has you seeing blood red. “What? Why didn’t you tell me this sooner!”

“You were asleep!” he shoots back, putting his hands on your shoulders. He rubs warm strokes up and down your bare arms, “please relax. You’re shaking.” 

“And why didn’t you tell Namjoon when you were driving around all morning?”

“I tried to!” he retorts, hands swinging in the air. You huff when his hands land back on your shoulders, preventing you from running to the chapel to extract Doyeon out yourself, “but he just kept talking shit about how much he loves Doyeon and he can’t imagine being together with anyone but her and I felt so bad! I’m sorry I chickened out. I really don’t wanna be the one to break Namjoon’s heart. I’m just the plus one!” 

You pinch your brows, mulling it over. “Fuck it, let’s crash a wedding,” you declare, “where’s Namjoon and how can we get him alone?” 

Jungkook exhales, a hand carding up to loosen his thin silver tie. “He’s taking pictures with the groomsmen right now. It’s gonna be awhile before we get a chance to talk.” 

“Fuck,” you curse, sitting down on the white bench. Jungkook presses soothing circles on your back. “We have no choice, we have to get to him before the ceremony starts.” 

“You’ll have to get through me, first.” 

Doyeon’s not even in her wedding dress when she strides up to the two of you. She’s in ballet flats with her hair and makeup done, but the only thing she’s wearing is the thin underdress of her actual ball gown, a simple silk negligee that reaches her ankles. You don’t even know how she’s managed to escape the bridal party, especially without her dress. 

Feeling protective, you step in front of Jungkook. “Before you say anything,” you murmur, “I’m not ruining your wedding, and I never wanted to. You’re ruining it because of your mistakes.” 

“Oh, boo-hoo,” Doyeon rolls her eyes, playing with her nails, “I didn’t even do anything wrong, everyone knows that on the bachelorette’s night she can do whatever she wants. Namjoon could’ve fucked whoever too if he wasn’t so faithful.” 

“Namjoon is ten times the partner you are and would never do that,” You’re seeing red, unable to comprehend the complete garbage spilling from Doyeon’s lips. “You touched my boyfriend without his consent, and I will never forgive you for that,” your voice is scarlet, angry and thin. 

“It’s not like he isn’t used to it, I—”

“NO!” the sound that comes out of your mouth has all three of you flinching, and you’re thankful the gazebo is far enough so that the rest of the wedding party is oblivious to your actions. “You’re not allowed to justify yourself anymore, Doyeon. What you did was fucked up, what you’ve done to all of us is fucked up!” You realize now that you didn’t need to get back at Doyeon with a fake date, what you needed was this. You needed a reprieve, a chance to lay down your law. “Jungkook was right all along. You are jealous. You’re jealous and selfish and have no shame. You think you own whatever you set your eyes on, but you’re wrong. We’re not objects, we’re people.” 

You walk up to Doyeon, eye to eye. You jab a hand at her chest, pushing her back slightly. You soak up your cousin’s expression, and you watch as Doyeon’s eyes pop out in surprise at your act of boldness. “So you have a choice here. You can either swallow your pride and leave Namjoon at the aisle quietly and save whatever dignity you have left. Take your pathetic ass on the next flight back home and pack up your apartment. Or, we can start a big scene at your ceremony,” you probably look manic, filled with freshly injected power, “I know Seokin’s always wanted to yell ‘I object!’ at a wedding.” 

“You have no proof,” Doyeon glares right back, taking a step closer to you. Your noses are practically touching, but you dig your heels in the white-stained wood, puffing up your chest and standing your ground. 

“Doesn’t matter,” you bite back, “what matters is that Namjoon will doubt you. Namjoon knows we’d never do anything to sabotage a wedding without a valid reason. Even if you do get married tonight, we have Jungkook’s word and proof of a relationship that overlaps with his. I find this option to be far worse because it’s prolonging the inevitable,” you shrug, “I hope you two didn’t sign a prenup.”  

Hot, angry tears mess up her meticulously done makeup. Black rivers carve through her porcelain skin, showing the feelings that have been dormant since been hidden under a facade. Doyeon’s eyes dart back and forth between the two of you. She’s practically vibrating in combined fear and rage, seeing blurry images and memories and regrets of what could’ve been if not for her self-absorption. And finally, your cousin comes to a decision. 

“I hate you,” she emphasizes each word with the most concentrated of venoms in her tone. WIth one last look at the two of you, she stomps away. Instead of going to the direction of the chapel however, she takes the shortcut back to the hotel. 

Her grave words are unsurprising, but nevertheless disappointing. A thinly veiled smile grazes your lips, sadder than ever as you watch your cousin go. “And I pity you.” 

As soon as she’s gone Jungkook doesn’t hesitate to scoop you up, hugging you tightly as you fight the urge to cry again. “Oh babe, that was really hot. The way you stood your ground? That was amazing!” Jungkook takes out his silver pocket square to wipe the stray tears that threaten to ruin your makeup. “You’re so strong, don’t you know that? You did it and I’m so proud of you.” 

As much as you want to revel in the affection, go back and bed and fall asleep until noon, you can’t.  Grasping Jungkook by the hand, you tug him to the chapel. “C’mon,” you say, “we have to corner Namjoon.”

The groomsmen photos are done by the time you get there. Thankfully, the to-be-groom doesn’t look too occupied. His eyes widen upon seeing you two stumble from the garden of all places.

“Oh, y/n. Jungkook,” Namjoon tilts his head curiously at how winded you two look, equally flushed and out of breath. From your state, Namjoon muses that it must've taken a lot of effort to finally get to the groom unattended, save for a few random family members he’s making small talk with, “The wedding isn’t for another hour but I must say, you two look radiant together. Doyeon always thought you’d end up an old spinster-catlady, but I always told her that you’re too beautiful to be single for long,” he pauses to send the aforementioned man a wink, “Jungkook’s a lucky guy. What were you two doing back there?”

“Uh, things?” Jungkook scratches the back of his head, not wanting to reiterate the fiasco between Doyeon moments before.

Namjoon smirks at the ebony-haired man, “Couple things?”  

You can’t take this needless small talk anymore. With a teary groan, you throw yourself at Namjoon. You hug him tight, and you don’t even care when you feel a slosh of his water bottle sprinkle your hairstyle. 

“Joonie,” you bemoan, “please, please don’t leave me. You’re the best not-cousin ever. I know it’ll be a pain to face Doyeon after today but you’re a strong independent man and when you’re ready Jin is single and ready to mingle—ow! Jungkook! Did you just pinch my ass?” 

“Do you really think setting him up with the next cousin is the best idea right now?”

“I figured a little humor would lighten the blow,” you sulk.

“I’m sorry what—what blow?” Namjoon frowns, pushing you away from him. “Y/n, have you been crying?” 

The tears resurface at that moment, like a kettle on overboil. Namjoon’s face is knitted together, unable to grasp at any conclusion. Namjoon feels something grave is upon the sky as he tenderly brushes away your tears with his thumbs before releasing you. Instantly Jungkook pulls you to his chest, patting you soothingly. As much as you two do not want to be the bearer of bad news, the time is now. 

“Namjoon,” Jungkook says, finding the strength that was previously stuck in his throat, “we have to tell you something.” 

Needless to say, Las Vegas is very forgiving when it comes to last minute wedding cancellations. 

The whole wedding party, both Namjoon and yours, collectively feels like a whole ice bucket has been dumped upon your families. You would like to say that the whole issue was handled mess free, but that would be a bald-faced lie. 

There was screaming, crying, hysterical laughter from all sides. Doyeon’s parents were of course furious, embarrassed, unable to calm down a hysterical Doyeon as they haul her on the next flight home. You have a feeling they won’t be showing up to family events anytime soon. 

Namjoon’s family leaves quietly, frustrated, but classy. After all, they know at the back of their heads they dodged a bullet. Everyone leaves except Namjoon however, who isn’t quite ready to go back to his and Doyeon’s apartment. Namjoon invites Seokjin and some other close cousins to stay in his suite until their flight tomorrow afternoon, wanting to be surrounded by close friends and (almost) family. 

As for your family, they decide to find the silver lining. While the chapel was able to cancel the wedding, the reception wasn’t as easy to sway. At the very last second, your grandparents decided to make use of the reception and renew their Golden Anniversary vows instead. The ceremony will be a quick, sweet affair. At this very moment, your cousin Yoongi is getting officiated online. 

And for you? You’re in the place where you’ve wanted to remain all week. A fluffy hotel bed wrapped up with your not-boyfriend. 

Or? 

Would a not-boyfriend be snuggling against your chest like you’re the softest teddy bear in the toy shop? Would a not-boyfriend be hooking your leg atop his lap, forcing you to latch onto him so his hands can roam freely against your soft thighs? 

“We have to get ready for the wedding,” you whine against his hold, to no avail when he only holds you tighter. 

“But your grandparents are already married,” Jungkook whines right back, nuzzling his nose in your head. “This is like an afterparty fifty years later.” 

“I wanna get dressed,” you insist, pushing yourself up, “and we still need to talk.” 

Without Seokjin staying with you, the hotel room feels much bigger and freer for the two of you. Your clothes are scattered on the floor, uncaring of any wrinkles or smears that would get on the delicate fabric. 

All that matters is that Jungkook is still here with you. Doyeon’s wedding is called off, but he’s still lying in bed with you. You want to burn this image to memory, and keep it forever. Jungkook laying in only his white undershirt and boxers, looking at you dreamily as if he’s still in nap-mode. Hair that was previously windswept and exposing his forehead is now out of place, fluffy and sticking out in all directions. His cheeks are flushed with coral-colored warmth, and a little puffy because you two have been sleeping most of the afternoon. 

“Right, talk,” he repeats, letting you hand him his black button up so he can clothe himself. 

You throw off your shirt somewhere behind you, not wanting to face him as you walk to the full-length mirror. “So, I think my feelings for you are pretty clear and out in the open…” 

“Same, I think I made it pretty clear as well.” 

“What? You turn around, looking at where he’s still half-covered in bed. “You did not. I distinctly remember almost confessing my love to you last night. And then this morning, only for you to cut me off and say ‘that’s great’.” 

“Oh,” he stares at the white sheets that cover his lower half. “I guess I didn’t then.” 

You smile wryly, turning back to face the mirror so you can slip into your dress that’s been pooled around your ankles like a silver halo. “Maybe you thought it in your mind and forgot to tell me.” 

That seems about right. Jungkook has a tendency to be a little too passionate for his own good, windswept in thoughts and feelings until they consume him. He hops out of bed, walking only in his dress shirt and socks as he makes his way to the mirror. “Then let me do all the talking,” he says softly against your neck, hands on your hips. 

You shiver when you feel the cold silver of the zipper whirr up your body, Jungkook’s large hands splaying across your back to smooth out the waistline. 

“You of all people would know that being with Doyeon is a trip,” he chuckles into the crook of your neck, “I thought that was what love felt like. Being codependent, jumping through hurdles, trying so hard to please someone who can’t be pleased.” 

Jungkook’s hands wrap around your waist, hugging you tightly. He squeezes you and holds you like the most precious thing in the entire world. Through the mirror, you two are quite a pair. 

“But with you, I never knew love could be like this, feel like this.” 

“So… are you saying you love me?” you fight the urge to bounce around in his grip, the biggest smile on your face.  

“You really just want me to say ‘I love you’ and be done with it, huh?” 

Within seconds he’s pulling you from behind, whirling you around to the edge of the bed. He manages to flouce up your skirts to billow around his lap, sitting you down on his bare thighs. 

“You look like a cupcake, all sprawled up like this,” Jungkook says cutely, peppering kisses in a trail from your chest all the way to your lips. “You look like a huge, silvery cupcake and I love you. It’s so easy to love you.” 

Maybe it was kismet that Jungkook didn’t get to you first all those years ago. Maybe the right time is right here, right now. 

“I love you, too,” you say happily, dipping down to press a long, passionate kiss to his lips. He tastes like love and a happy future. When you pull away, you encapsulate his face in both your palms, regarding him like the sun and stars. “But you know, if we date you’ll never get away from my crazy family.” 

Jungkook snorts, pressing his forehead to yours, “And miss Yoongi re-marrying off your grandparents tonight, the next year of Seokjin and Namjoon running circles around each other, and a lifetime of happiness?” his hands snake under your dress, finding purchase in your soft skin, “not a chance.” 

[i-am-baechu]

Title: The Way To Me | ♞ | | ♚ | | ♛ |

Paring: Kim Taehyung x reader (Part one)

Genre: Journalist Au, strangers to lovers au, office love au, secret notes au, and Dash and Lily au

Summary: Y/N hates Christmas. Every year it’s the same thing, everyone is too happy or too drunk to have a conversation with or your parents act fake in front of everyone. She finds out her ex is in town and she wants to celebrate Christmas with her but she doesn’t feel the same way and she knows she’ll never voice it to her. Working at Dream Weekly, Y/N has to make Christmas issues and as she does so, she drinks her Irish coffee to get through her day. It’s not until someone starts to leave notes on her desk every morning and she starts to get curious on who it is. Will this mysterious person give her cheer this Christmas or just make her even more annoyed at the holidays?

Warnings: Emotional abuse from a parent, depression, seasonal depression, talks of being bi, homophobia, sexual suggestive content, alcohol consumption, manipulation and toxic relationship  

Part Two  Final part 

Author’s note: Taehyung birthday special! The two theme songs of the story is The Way To Me by Joy and Underneath The Tree by Kelly Clarkson

“Happy Holidays!” 

Y/N gave the cashier a tight smile and nodded her head at this, “Happy Holidays.” 

She grabbed her bag of snacks and alcohol off of the counter and headed out with a frown on her face. It was barely December first and everyone was already in the Christmas spirit, something that annoyed her. You see, Y/N L/N hated Christmas and the fake happiness that was plastered on every store to get you to buy something. Ever since she was little she hated Christmas. She barely celebrated Christmas but she only put her tree up because her roommate and best friend, Christopher, begged her to put it up every year. In the city of Seoul all around you are Christmas lights and people humming Christmas tunes to themselves. It also didn’t help that her ex-girlfriend messaged her that she was returning for a short time and wanted to see her. Y/N couldn’t say no to her, she never could say no to anyone for that matter. 

She walked down the street and she squinted her eyes at a small Christmas market. She remembers Christopher messaged her about it and how afterwards he went to get japchae with their other friend, Doyeon. She decided to go down the market to pick up an ornament for the tree to make it seem like she was excited for the holidays to Christopher but she knew he saw right through her. 

She took one step in and regretted her decision. Everyone around was cheerful and smiling as if they saw the greatest thing on earth but it was only a golden star ornament. She gave small smiles to the people who accidentally bumped into her but other than that she had a straight face. She was about to walk up to one booth when someone knocked her down to the floor. 

“Hey, what the-”

“I’m so sorry.”

Before she could respond the mystery man picked up the scarfs and mittens that he dropped and walked away quickly. Y/N rolled her eyes and got up slowly from the ground with everyone's eyes on her, making her more annoyed. She wiped the dirt off of her bottom and turned around to see the man giving a group of singers the scarfs and mittens. She let a small smile appear when she saw the kind action and turned around to leave the market before something else happened to her. 

As she walked down the street her phone started buzzing and she took it out to check. She rolled her eyes when she saw the text, Are you coming over for Christmas this year? Dad wants to know. 

She let out a small chuckle and shook her head, If Dad asks then you should know the answer. I’ll text you later. 

She put her phone back in her pocket and continued walking down the street avoiding everyone. She continued walking until she was at the bus stop waiting for the next ride. She looked across the street to see the three story bookstore across the street. Bound To Read was the store's name and she saw how busy it was. She had to come back tomorrow to see what they had. She entered the bus with a soft smile at the driver and put in her headphones as she played her favorite podcast. She looked outside and watched the snow fall slowly and the crowds of people rushing on the streets for their Christmas presents. She already got her gifts in the beginning of November so she didn’t have to worry about the people or even the loud chatter. She pulled down the cord and got off of the bus saying thank you to the driver. She took out her keys and entered the apartment complex. 

“Good Afternoon, Y/N!” 

“Good Afternoon, Yoongi! Keep warm, it's only going to get colder.” 

“You too as well.” 

Y/N gave him one final wave and headed into the elevator heading up to her floor. She closed her eyes and leaned her head against the elevator walls to let out a deep sigh. When she opened her eyes she glared at the santa sticker on the ceiling, Who can even reach that? When the doors opened she quickly walked out and entered the hallway where every door had Christmas decorations including her own but she likes hers specially because Christopher designed it. She unlocked her door and she walked into a fight.

“You're going to tell me that the dress she wore with that wig was stunning.” 

Naomi stared at Christopher who looked back at the television, “I thought the dress was fine and the wig looked great on her, Naomi.” 

Naomi opened her mouth to say something but her eyes landed on Y/N, “Ah, Y/N you here with the alcohol, finally.” 

“There were a lot of people there today because of a Christmas pop up thing.”

She walked into her kitchen setting down the bags as Christopher and Naomi entered the kitchen right behind her. Christopher Cladwell has been Y/N’s friend since middle school and she was the first person who he came out to. Christopher was bullied throughout middle school because of his skin color and Y/N defended him from everyone. Christopher had a rich deep skin with neutral undertones, something that was unusual in Korea. He was also a drag queen making him stand out even more to people but the same could be said for Naomi Velour. Naomi was also bullied but not as much as Christopher. She had tan skin with cool undertones so she was oversexualized by many when she was in school but her safe space was Christopher and Y/N. 

Naomi took the alcohol and opened it with her bottle cap as Y/N stared at her with wide eyes, “How did you do that?” 

“I told you I was waiting.”

She tilted her head as Naomi took a sip but it was taken out of her hand by Christopher, “Didn’t even ask if Y/N wanted a glass.” 

Y/N let out a small chuckle and took out a lemon tea, “Christopher, they didn’t have your mint tea. I got your second favorite tea, I hope that's okay.” 

“Ohh, it's fine. Thank you.” 

Y/N went to the cabinet and took out two wine glasses and smacked Naomi to get her off of the kitchen counter, “Now, what were you watching that started the argument?” 

“We were watching Drag Race UK.”

Y/N took a sip and widened her eyes, “You watched the new episode without me!”

“No love, we watched the episode before it. Christopher didn’t finish the episode because his ass fell asleep.” 

“I was at a gig the night before, sorry I needed sleep.” 

Y/N rolled her eyes and headed towards the living room, “Let’s watch the episode and then the new one before you guys kill each other.” 

“I would never kill anyone, mama look at the material.” 

Y/N turned around to look at Naomi who was spinning in a small circle showing off her body Christopher scoffed at her, “For a dead body...”

“Sit down!” 

Y/N ran to her bus after the late morning she had. She drank too much last night with Naomi and now she was regretting it. On top of that, Wendy (her ex-girlfriend) texted her that she was arriving on the tenth, which was sooner than expected and asked if she could stay until Christmas. She said yes to her because she knew she had no family in Seoul and she didn’t want her to be left alone. Christopher yelled at her for saying yes but she didn’t know what to do. She told Christopher if she says no, then she would still see Wendy because she was friends with him and Naomi. Spending the holidays with your ex is for sure a movie out there in the world. 

She stood in the bus as she pushed some hair that became loose from running and she caught her breath as the vehicle moved. She popped in her headphones and started to listen to her podcast as she tried to gain motivation for the day because she knew once walked in Dream Weekly it would be over for her. The CEO of Dream Weekly (bless his heart) was Lee Minho. Minho hired Y/N after she graduated college and that was five years ago since then Minho has taken her under his wing. His opinions mattered to her and vice versa but every holiday season, he went all out. The entrance to the office is filled with Christmas, Hanukkah, and Kwanzaa decorations and it didn’t stop there. The elevators were also changed for the holiday seasons with a variety of holiday music playing. The inclusiveness was nice but she hated it. 

She got off the bus and saw her building decorated with lights and garlands making her question how someone could get it up there so high. She walked in and waved at the front desk and saw the intern Chaeryeong, “Ah, good morning Chaeryeong”

Chaeryeong's eyes widened at the voice and stood up to bow at Y/N, “Go-good morning, Y/N- unnie.”

Y/N rolled her eyes and walked towards her desk, “I told you to stop calling me that and just call me by my name. I like your red hair, it suits you well.”

Chaeryeong smiled down and grabbed a strand of hair to look at it, “Thank you…my sister thought it would look good on me.”

“And she was right. I’ll see you at lunch, bye-bye.”

She waved goodbye and ran towards the elevator to catch it. She entered and gave one final look at Chaeryeong to give her a small wave. The doors closed and the last thing she saw was Chaeryeong’s smile at her. As soon as the doors closed, the song jingle bell started playing causing Y/N to let out a deep sigh of annoyance. When the doors opened she ignored Santa's workshop sign and entered her office being welcomed by the calm cool color scheme. She set down her bag on the floor next to her desk and logged in to her computer. Her eyes went down the email list and saw the amount of holiday pages she had to get done for this month. 

Before she opened another document, her phone started ringing, “Hello?” 

“Ah, Y/N. You were kinda late today.”

“Sorry, Minho. The bus was running late today.”

“You have a driver's license, just buy a car.” 

“But taking the bus is fun...anyways, do you need anything from me?”

“Oh yeah. I need you to get the Christmas recipes page done by this week. I have the other departments doing the other pages but the recipe page is important because it's the vocal point and I know you're the only one that can get it done.” 

“Yeah, I was actually looking at it right now. So the deadline is Friday at what time?” 

“Before noon and the latest one. Is that okay?” 

“Yeah, of course, sir. I’ll get it started now.” 

“Thank you, Y/N.”

She put the phone back and leaned back in her chair with annoyance. The recipe page is the most decorated page in the issue and it takes the longest to do. Last year it went to Samatha but since she left, all her projects went to Y/N. It was a lot of work for one person but at least she’ll get overtime this week. Every month, she would get more projects that made her cry at home with Naomi holding her tight because of the stress she had. Minho knew nothing and that's how she was going to keep it.

The clicks of her keyboard and mouse filled her office as she continued to sip her Irish coffee. The colors red and white filled her eyes as hours continued to pass. She’s been working for so long that she almost missed her lunch break and Minho would call her if she missed another break that month. She walked towards the lunch room and saw Chaeryeong eating her noodles, “Hellooo, you.”

“Hi...I haven’t heard anything from you all day. Have you been busy?”

Y/N sat in the chair next to her and let out a deep sigh as she rubbed her eyes, “Yeah, I’m doing the recipe page this year.” 

“Ohhhh...that explains. How's it going?”

She took out her fried chicken with her spicy sauce and her orange soda, “So far there's only one recipe on the page. This year they want six recipes on the page instead of four because people wanted more. I’m trying to figure out the color theme and the theme in general. Thank god I have Irish coffee.” 

“When is it due?”

“Friday at noon.” 

Chaeryeong raised her eyebrow and put her chopsticks down, “That only gives you four days to do it though. Did you ask Mr. Lee for more time?” 

“No, I think I can get it done. I wish I got it last week but I can’t really do much now.” 

“Don’t get too stressed.” 

“I’m sure this month is going to be busy for me no matter what I do.” 

When the two finished their lunches and said their goodbyes, Y/N held her head low as she walked back. Y/N slowly went back to her office dreading the moment she sat down in her chair. She was stuck in her daze until she noticed a paper on her door making her raise her eyebrow. She took the small notebook page that was written in black ink and started to read... 

Do you dare play the Christmas game? 

I don’t know you and I know, you don’t know me but I’ve left some clues so you can find me. If you don’t want to do it then throw this away but if you want to play then keep reading...

She looked up and started to look around her in the hallway to see it was empty. She opened her door and sat in her chair to continue to read with curiosity, 

 Oh, you’ve decided to play the game. That’s exciting, well for me I don’t know for you. On the eighth floor there's a white pot with bright red roses as soon as you enter. If you want to play then you have to find the notes on the stems of the flowers to decipher where to put your note. I can’t wait for your note.

Y/N raised her eyebrow and nodded her head at the note, They obviously work here...but who would leave this on my door? Everyone knows me here...

She looked at her computer and saw the recipe page staring at her, yelling at her to do it but her eye kept drifting to the note. She got up from her chair and headed towards the elevator in a rush, something inside her was telling her to go now. Maybe it was her running away from her work but she knew that she had to figure this out. Someone gave her a dare and she would be damned if she didn’t do it.  She went to the said floor and realized it was the photography floor, a floor she's barely been to in her years of working there. She saw the white pot and tilted her head at it to see the notes on the steams like the note said it would. She looked around with caution and took the pot of flowers and headed back to the elevator. I probably look crazy. She rushed to her office and closed the door with her blinds around her office closed. She sat the pot on the floor and she did the same. She took a towel from her cabinet and laid it out for the wet flowers. She took out the flowers carefully and saw the notes in the middle of the stems. She took each note off and saw there was a number in the corner of it. She rearranged the notes to see the message and let out a small laugh when she saw the message knowing where it is, 

Time goes by on me 

But you can also change me for your pleasure 

Beep, Beep with the chairs all around 

I am red with embarrassment because someone opened me up 

I wonder, what am I? 

If you figure it out, write down what you think about the shimmery lights all through the city and the soft music through the streets. The way people are always talking when they go to shops makes me so happy. Make sure you write down your own dare.

She raised her eyebrow and took a notebook out of her bag as she started to write down her answer, 

Shimmery lights should give a person warmth and wonder. The same goes with music but during this month the warmth and wonder I should have is gone. I wish the smiles I see everyday can be on mine, I envy those who are happy during this cold month. 

I dare you...to go to the Han river and sit with complete silence at 18:00. No shimmery lights and no music, just your thoughts and you can’t listen to your own music. After twenty minutes, there’s going to be a person sitting at the bench with a bright red jacket that has stripes. Go to her and say blue lemonade on a Sunday. She will give you another note where you have to figure out the next drop zone. Since it seems you work at Dream Weekly, let's keep all the drop zones there to make things easier.   

Sometimes silence is the loudest when you're by yourself. 

She folded her note and headed towards the lunch room looking around once again as if she would get in trouble. She walked towards the break room and saw it was empty. She lifted up the microwave and tapped the note under it. She patted the top of the microwave and took a bottle of water from the fridge. She walked back and realized she had to make another note for Naomi to give to the person. She walked back in her office and decided to do it tonight to focus on the recipe page but her mind kept drifting back to the unknown person.

“So, you want me to get a note from a stranger and then give them a note?” 

Y/N bit her lip and took a sip of her wine as she nodded her head slowly, “When you say it like that...” 

Naomi paused the movie and turned her whole body towards her, “I mean it's kind of romantic? Can I see the note for the next drop off zone? I want to see if I can figure it out.” 

“Sure.” 

She stood up from her couch and walked towards her purse as she showed off the folded paper to her. She took the note from her and opened it with a raised eyebrow, 

I’m so high up but so hidden too 

I can see the city and green all around me

It's cold but at times it can be warm 

The many plants around me give me sanctuary

But the small tables give me rest 

I wonder what I am? 

If you figure it out, please tell me what your thoughts were when you were alone. Thoughts that come when you're alone are the thoughts that you can’t say with others around you. Make sure you write down your dare. 

Naomi looked up at her with a confused look, “Is it the ledge of a roof?”

“Close. There’s a break room on the top floor that shows off the city and many don’t know that it's there because of how high up it is.”  

“Ohhh, mystery and a view. I’ll do it but can I ask for their name?” 

Y/N looked up thinking and shook her head, “That ruins the suspense doesn’t it?” 

“I guess but I'll tell you if they're hot or not.” 

“Thank you Naomi for doing this. I’m going to tell Christopher when he comes back from his gig.” 

Naomi watched her take another sip and let out a sigh, “Are you doing this because Wendy is coming or are you doing this because you're curious?” 

“If I’m being honest, I think it's both. I've never done anything exciting like this before. This could be new for me, you know.” 

“Just be careful. You never know who this person is.” 

Just then the door opened and Christopher came through taking off his wig yawning, “Girl, the gays tonight were loud. There was also a bachelorette party so, the amount of times my hair was pulled.” 

Y/N got up and handed Christopher his tea that she bought. He snatched the tea and gulped half of the drink, “Thirsty?” 

“For some reason, this club didn’t have water. My spit was drinking water.” 

Y/N frowned at this and took his bag out of his hand and headed towards his bedroom, “They need to start giving you water, it’s not fair to you.” 

“Especially since it's the same manger-”

“SAY THEIR NAMES!” 

Y/N rolled her eyes at Naomi and gave Christopher a sympathetic look, “I’m sure everything will turn out.” 

“Y/N, playing this game with this stranger at work.”

Y/N turned towards Naomi and glared at her as Christopher raised his eyebrow, “Is that code for sucking dick?” 

“Oh my god, no. It’s just a scavenger hunt...”

“Hopefully you get dick or pussy.” 

“Amen.” 

Y/N rolled her eyes and headed towards her bedroom waving to them both, “That’s my cue. Goodnight.” 

“Y/N wait! We need to talk about Wendy.” 

She stopped in her tracks and let out a deep sigh as she turned around, “What about her?” 

“Me and Naomi are worried that you will let her back into your life again.”

She crossed her arms as she shook her head, “Now why would you think that?” 

“Cause you always do that, Y/N. When it comes to her especially, you never say no.”

“Naomi, do you agree with that?”

Naomi's eyes widened at the sudden attention from the two and took another sip of her wine before she nodded her head, “Y/N, you always let her come back in your life. We just want you to be happy and even though she gives you happiness it's because she's changing you for herself.” 

“I thought you guys liked Wendy?”

Christopher sighed and placed his bag on the coffee table, “We like her as a person but not when she's with you. She thinks she's making things easier for you but in reality she's the one that says things for you or makes decisions. Last year you went to America because she bought you a ticket to visit her and you couldn’t say no because you felt bad if you said no. We just want you to be careful because you have gotten a little bit and we don’t want to see those changes go away.” 

Y/N nodded her head as she looked away from the eyes that were staring at her, “I’ll try my best... I’m going to bed now, goodnight.” 

“Goodnight, Y/N we love you. Remember that.” 

She nodded her head and went to her bedroom. She leaned against her door as she stared at the ceiling with a blank expression. What is she going to do? 

The days slowly turned into a week and she heard nothing from the mystery person. She felt like an idiot to think that someone would take the same risk that she did with this so-called “Christmas game”. For some reason this mystery person had a hold on her, she was so interested in the person. Everyday she would ask Naomi about if anyone went up to her when she had her walks but nothing until yesterday. 

“Y/N, this man that's giving you these notes, holy shit is he hot. I’ll play the game with him if you don’t.” 

She walked into her office with a little jump in her step and sat in her seat in a better mood than she had the whole week. She checked her emails and saw that Hoseok emailed her and she knew she wasn’t going to be happy with the message,

Hello,

Y/N, Mr. Lee said the colors red and green have become too much with the new issue and I agree. We should use white or light blue for these pages but I want to hear your ideas. 

Thank you, 

J. Hoseok 

She sighed and took a big sip of her Irish coffee before responding back, 

Hello, 

Hoseok, I think the colors white and light blue would be perfect for the pages. 

Thank you,

L/N. Y/N 

She went back to her rough drafts and realized she had to completely re-do them. She was upset because she was ready to send them and she knew the colors white and light blue won’t tie in with the other pages. It took her two days to make these pages and now she has to re-do it. She leaned forward and hit her forehead on her desk. She didn’t want to email Hoseok back about the colors because if her superior thought it was the right choice then why would she go against it. 

She got up from her desk and opened a new photoshop document to get the work done. She even ignored the many texts that were making her phone buzz in order to get one page done. The clicks from her keyboard and mouse became the music in her office again, making her more annoyed with the sound. She missed her break and decided to take a later break, it wasn’t until she got a text from Minho telling her to go on a break. 

She took out her lunch box and headed to the top floor in a rush to look for the note. Saying her small hellos to the other workers as she headed towards the break room where it was hidden behind a wall. She walked outside to have the cold air hit her face and she set her lunch on the small tables. She went towards the edge and her eyes widened when she saw the folded paper. Her lips turned into a wide grin as she leaned forward to grab the note and unfolded it, 

If I’m being honest, this was the first time I was alone. This whole week I’ve been busy with my work, so I'm sorry that this note was late. I even left my dog home with my roommates to be alone. It sounds like you don’t like Christmas and that's a shame because I love Christmas. My mother loved the holiday and after she passed away it became my favorite. 

The weather is cold and all I could do is think about my mother. Whenever it was cold she would wrap me up in her hand knitted blankets and we sat by the fire. She would read me books or we would watch tv shows. You’re right silence is loud and I see that now. I’m going to assume you like being alone too then, maybe I can change that for you. 

I dare you to go to the Christmas market at five on the ninth. Walk around the market and look at the handmade ornaments, each ornament has a story. Pick your favorite and buy it. On that ornament, write or make a wish and place it on the tree in the center. Do all this before six because there's something special I want you to see. Stand in the front and when the countdown happens, I want you to look around you and write down what you see but also how you feel. Because what I see is pure happiness. I’ll see you there! 

On the second floor, there's a tall plant near the bathrooms. Place the note under it for me and I can’t wait to see your dare!! (I can’t think of a riddle sorry :P) 

“The Christmas market...fuck.” 

She put the note in her pocket and sat down in the chair with an annoyed look. She took her phone out and clicked to facetime Christopher.

“Hey, what happened? You look like you're going to kill someone.”

“The person wants me to go to the Christmas market...”

“Oh, can I come? I want to get more Christmas decorations for the house.” 

“For what?” 

“Geez, I don’t know girl. Maybe because your ex is coming on Friday.” 

“Oh shit, I fucking forgot. Oh my god...I should check my messages more.” 

“Yeah cause she called me. She's so nice, I fucking hate it.”

“That’s Wendy for you. I’ll talk to you later.”

“Alright girl, I’m going to be late tonight. I have a fitting for this dress. Bye!” 

“Bye.” 

She leaned against her chair as she ran her hand through her hair in frantic matter. How could she forget about Wendy? She has to clean the living room, clean the guest room and have to get more groceries since she’ll be there. She took out her phone and looked at the messages Wendy sent her. 

I can’t wait to see you this Friday! :) 

I have a gift for you :) 

She let out a groan and put her phone back in her pocket. She took out her lunch and stared at the city with a frown. She has to figure out what to wear for the Christmas market in case she sees the man but she wouldn’t even know if it was him or not. On top of that, She has to figure out what she's going to do with Wendy. 

The snow slowly fell on the top of her beret as she stared at the Christmas market with a frown. Before she could let out a sigh, Christopher wrapped his arm around her shoulder.

“Don’t look too happy now. You look cute though.” 

She looked down at her outfit with a shy smile and looked back at Christopher who was matching her. A white turtleneck sweater that had glitter within the fabric, a few necklaces that Christopher stole from his gig, and simple black jeans with her black boots,“I feel like it’s too casual…”

“He doesn’t know what you look like and if it was ugly I would’ve told you to change.”

“True.”

They walked through the entrance and she started to look around the crowded area with a scowl. Christopher let her go when saw what he was looking for, “Listen, I'll be over there and you do what you have to do. Can you smile bitch, damn?” 

Christopher walked away and she sighed at what he said. She walked up to the different booths of ornaments and she started looking around. She saw parents with their kids as they showed them the different ornaments and she saw the innocence in their eyes, something she was jealous of. One scene stuck out to her though, a father picking up his daughter as she hugged him tight around his neck. The laughs echoed in her ears and a sad smile appeared on face but she decided to look away because bad memories come to mind. 

She continued to look at the numerous ornaments until her eyes landed on one. The ornament was a simple angel holding a glass red heart with a glass blob around it. She gently picked it up as she smiled at the fragile blob. She gave it to the cashier and held the ornament very carefully as she walked through the groups of people. She looked up at the tree with a small smile, she closed her eyes as she put the ornament on the tree, I wish to be happy and to meet you mystery person...

She placed the ornament and walked away looking around the tree to see all the different ornaments staring right back at her. She looked down at her phone to see it was three minutes before six and she took a step back. She stared up at the tree as she took out a small journal and pen to get ready to write whatever came to mind. A group of people started to make their way to the front of the tree but Y/N stood right in the center of the tree. A countdown started to happen as she continued to stare at the tree with a raised eyebrow but what happened next made her eyes go wide. 

The lights on the tree turned on but in a gradual  fashion slowly from the bottom up. The lights weren’t those colorful lights you saw on people's houses but a soft white light that shined against her face. Her mouth dropped slightly as the star on top of the tree shined the brightest making it look like a lighthouse in her eyes. She turned her head and looked around to see the crowd's reaction, making her cheeks hurt from smiling. The same father was holding the daughter as she let out small giggles at the sight and he kissed her cheek. Right behind him was an older couple that kissed with the lights shining on their faces. 

She looked back at the journal and started writing, 

You're right. All I see is pure happiness, especially on the kids' faces. Seeing them so happy, I have to admit that jealousy runs through my body. Since you shared about your parents, I think it's my turn to talk. Before I start, I’m so sorry about your mother. Ever since I was a kid my father would ruin Christmas. Every time I would look forward to it, he would ruin it. The amount of times that he has threatened to leave my brother and I because of a fight with my mom or just being mad in general. 

She looked back up and saw little kids running around the tree with snowballs in hand. She smiled at some kids who were making snow angels while their parents watched with hot cocoa in their hands. It was truly the essence of Christmas, something she missed in her life. She looked back down and continued to writing, 

Parents don’t like hearing that their actions make you feel bad. It was one Christmas and I think I was ten or eleven but age doesn’t matter. He went through my room when my school called the house concern for me because of a poem I wrote. He found my journal and read it. He yelled at me that day because I wrote I liked this girl in my class and that was the problem. The slurs he threw at me calling me a faggot, a worthless gay and so many more hurt. My brother and mother tried to defend me but nothing could stop him. He canceled Christmas that year because of me and ever since then, I hated Christmas. 

Now that I’m older, I always tried to like Christmas but it's so hard when I’m reminded of him. He has gotten better over the years but I don’t want to be a part of it. He's always had my brother or mother send me messages, he's not blocked, why can’t he send me anything? After all these years, I learned who I am and how I love both males and females. It felt freeing to finally accept who I am. 

I used to love Christmas so much. I would have lights all over my room and ugly sweaters ready for me to wear. But slowly I’m starting to feel that excitement because of you...whoever you are. I dare you to go to this drag show that my best friend is doing at the Flamingo on Saturday, the 18th. I want you to experience something that sets me free, warning it does get loud. You’ll see the girl at the park there because she works there too! Bring your friends or go by yourself, I just want you to see what makes me so happy just like how I saw the lights and I thought of you...

My name is Y/N...that's all you get. 

She reread what she wrote and ripped it out of her notebook with a smile. She folded the paper and put it in her pocket when she felt an arm around her shoulder. 

“I have six bags of Christmas shit and I need help.” 

“Christopher, remember when we discuss your spending habits.” 

“Bitch it's Christmas, it doesn’t fucking matter. Let's go!” 

She rolled her eyes and took one last glimpse of the tree with a smile. She got out of Christopher’s hold and started walking next to him when she accidentally bumped into someone, “Oh, i’m so sorry.”

She looked up and saw a handsome man with fluffy brown hair who gave her a boxy smile, he seemed familiar but she ignored it, “It’s alright. Be careful, the floors are icy tonight.”

“I’ll keep that in mind...Oh, be careful it's going to be cold tonight.” 

He gave her a smile and walked away as she watched him leave with a curious look on her face. She saw him walk up to a group of guys and she recognized two of them, Yoongi and Hoseok. She tilted her head at the scene before her but was met with him looking back at her with the same polite smile. Her eyes widened and she gave him a small bow walking away in embarrassment. Christopher raised his eyes with his arms crossed as he witnessed the whole scene, “Girl, you have to step up your pussy game.” 

“Shut up and choke.” 

Before she exited the market, she looked behind her to see the man who she bumped into was looking back at her. She looked up and saw some snow started to fall and she put her hand out to catch some snow. Unaware the man gave her a soft look as one of his friends hit his shoulder to get his attention. 

The next day, Wendy arrived but this time Y/N felt nothing. Usually when she saw Wendy, she would feel this wanting feeling but now she didn’t. She greeted her like an old friend instead of an old lover who was in love with them. Christopher barely talked to her because he felt very hostile talking to his best friend’s ex but Naomi pretended nothing was wrong. 

Yesterday

Y/N was walking back and forth in the living room rubbing her hands in a nervous manner as Christopher and Naomi watched her. In exactly ten minutes, Wendy would be making her appearance. She changed the living room into a light blue theme because it was Wendy’s favorite color. All over the room were Christopher’s decorations and Naomi’s candles to make the room smell like cranberries. Christopher rolled his eyes and got up from the couch and stood in front of Y/N to stop her from moving, “You need to chill. I’m going to ask you a question and I want you to be honest.” 

“Okay...?”

“Do you still love Wendy?”

Y/N’s eyes widened at this and shook her head, “I don’t love her, I-I...I don’t know how to explain it.” 

Naomi got up and took a sip of beer before she spoke, “I think you care about her opinion because she's done so much for you. Right?”

“Right...Ever since I started this note game thing, I've been happier? I don’t know but even though I don’t know what he looks like I want to know everything about him. The way he talks on paper just makes this spark appear within me a sense of familiarity.” 

Christopher looked at Naomi with a smile, “I’ve noticed that you’ve been playing Christmas music, that's good to see again.” 

“Whoever he is, he's making me like Christmas again.” 

Before anything could be said there was a knock on the door making them all turn towards the door. Y/N took a deep breath and went towards the door slowly. Christopher rubbed her shoulder as she looked up at him with a small smile and she opened the door. 

Wendy stood there with a wide grin as Y/N gulped in nervousness. Wendy looked the same from the last time Y/N saw her. She had short hair that was always styled in a messy manner, she had her signature leather jacket with her white turtleneck that had a golden chain on top and her black heeled boots. Wendy looked at the three of them and waved gently, “Hey guys, happy holidays.”  

Naomi nodded her head and returned the smile, “Happy holidays! Come in, it's cold in the hallway, come on now.” 

Christopher and Y/N moved out the way as she entered the apartment with her suitcase and bowed at them. She looked around the room with wide eyes, “Wow this place looks like a winter wonderland. Christopher, I bet you did this.”

“Actually, Y/N helped with the color choices. I just set things down.” 

Wendy's eyes widened at this and turned towards Y/N, “You did this? I have never seen you put Christmas decorations out before. That’s unlike you.” 

“Well, Y/N has changed. You know what people do.” 

Wendy nodded her head at the sudden harsh tone as she looked around the room. Y/N turned towards Christopher and gave him a small glare as he shrugged his shoulders, “Oh, Wendy let me show your room.” 

Y/N walked forward and Wendy followed right behind her. She opened the door for her and Wendy smiled at the tan room. She set her suitcase on the bed and turned towards Y/N, “Remember when we stayed at this hotel and it had the same color. It was such a fun time.”

“Yeah I remember but they had this god awful floral pattern on the wall. I’ll be making dinner, I’ll let you know when it's ready.” 

“Alright.” 

Y/N walked out the room as fast as she could as she saw Christopher staring at the door with a blank expression. Y/N walked up to him and smacked his arm, “Don’t be so hostile.” 

“She acts like she knows you but that's the past you. It annoys me.” 

“She probably didn’t mean it in a rude way...I’m going to make dinner now and please try to get along.” 

“Fine.” 

The two turned around to see Wendy holding a small box with a smile towards Y/N, “Here’s the gift I was talking about.” 

“Oh, thank you.”

Y/N took the box and opened it to see a new rose gold fork set staring back at her. She looked up at Y/N with her hands clapping in excitement, “You always complain that you don’t have enough forks so, I saw this and thought of you.” 

“Ah, I love it.” 

Christopher looked down at the forks with a raised eyebrow. He went into the kitchen and took out a pie from the fridge. He grabbed a fork from the cabinet and handed it to her, “Want to try this pie?”  

“Oh, of course. I love pie.” 

“Yeah, Y/N bought these forks when we first moved in and we’ve had them since.” 

Y/N sighs as she closes her eyes from the scene in front of her and realizes that this night was going to be a long one for her. The whole night was filled with Christopher giving backhanded compliments to Wendy and Naomi changing the subject. Y/N couldn’t really do anything because she felt insulted by how Wendy was talking to her. 

That night as she was getting ready for bed, she went on her phone and started to go through the employee list at Dream Weekly. Specifically the photograph department. It was the one department that she wasn’t so close with but as she went through the pictures her eyes landed on a man who she saw at the Christmas market and around work. She saw a few times but all the times she saw him her heart would flutter but she ignore because it was just a stupid office crush.

“Kim Taehyung…”

After her shift, she ran outside to the front and went towards the secret garden to find the note. She made sure no one saw her because she didn’t want to seem crazy. She ran and ran until she was at the end of the property. There was a small greenhouse that Minho put in for his mother and it was only known by a few people. She walked through the greenhouse and saw the purple rose box. She smiled and looked around the box to see a small note on the side, 

I looked like an idiot because I had a journal in the club but ignoring that, it was fun. Naomi recognized me and called me the hot mystery boy. I laughed at what she said and then I saw the drag queens coming to the stage. I’m going to be honest, it was the first time I saw drag queens this close. Seeing them dance on the stage made me smile because they looked like they were having so much fun. Naomi showed me your friend Christopher, he was so nice and even bought me a drink. I wasn’t expecting that. 

I’m sorry to hear about your father and his actions. Maybe you should forgive him to set yourself free. Don’t let a person have so much control in your life because you deserve happiness and control on your own accord. Christmas is almost here and I was wondering if on Christmas eve, we meet at the Christmas market in front of the tree, I mean if you want... 

Speaking of the Christmas Market, I saw you there and I kinda figured it was you because you were the only person in the front with a notebook. When you said your name, I immediately went to Hoseok to confirm if it was truly you. At the market, he said he was surprised to see you there and he said your name. That's where I connected the dots. 

Yes, I work in the same company as you but I’m just a stranger to you. I remember when I first saw you last year, I know you won’t remember but I do. I had stacks of papers in my hands and I accidentally dropped them. You ran up to help me and bandaged my paper cut that day. After that day, I saw you around but I never knew your name and I’m glad I know it now. 

It took me forever to find this greenhouse, your riddle saying everything was green didn’t help especially with the grass and bushes. 

I can’t wait to see you next weekend... 

- Taehyung

She looked up and a wide grin came forward on her face. Seeing his name confirmed her suspicion and she felt her stomach flutter at the thought of him. She knew no matter what, she had to go on the twenty-fourth. She put the note in her pocket and ran off to catch her bus. She put headphones on and started to listen to Christmas music with a wide grin on her face. She nodded her head to the joyous beat and walked out of the bus with a grin. 

When she walked into her apartment her face dropped when she saw Wendy talking to someone she didn’t want to see at all at the moment, “Dad?” 

Her father turned around and she was met with the same face that called her all those slurs with a smile on his face. Wendy stood up and gave her smile, “Ah, Y/N, you're finally home. Your brother texted me about your dad wanting to see you and I invited him over.”

Y/N didn’t say anything but nodded her head at this. Her father stood up and smiled at him, “I invited you and Wendy to dinner with your mother. I can’t wait to see you tomorrow night, Y/N.” 

“Yea-yeah me too..” 

She opened the door and watched her father leave as she had sucked in a breath. He gave her one last smile and he was gone. She closed the door and turned around to glare at Wendy, “Why was he here?” 

“I thought it would be good for you to see your dad.”

“You didn’t even ask me...you just made the decision for me...”

Wendy shook her head and walked towards Y/N grabbing her hands gently, “I just want the best for you and I thought it would be good to just have dinner with them. When was the last time you saw your mom?” 

“I saw my mom last week and I text her everyday, Wendy. Why would you make this decision without me? Especially with my father.” 

Wendy bit her lip and shrugged her shoulders lightly, “I just think it would be good for you...”

Y//N took a deep breath and closed her eyes as she clenched her fists at her hip. She then remembers what Tae said in the note, Maybe you should forgive him to set yourself free. Don’t let a person have so much control in your life because you deserve happiness and control on your own accord. She nodded her head and looked at Wendy with a frown, “Wendy, I’ll go to this dinner but I’m upset with you right now. I’m going out for a bit.” 

“Why are you upset with me?” 

Y/N shook her head and turned around, “I’ll tell you later but for now I need to go. I’ll be back later and Naomi will be home shortly to keep you company.” 

Before Wendy could say anything to her, she walked out. She walked down the empty hallway with her hands in her pockets as the joy she once had was now gone. She had to go see Christopher to tell him what Wendy did and what she has to do now. Christopher was right, Wendy did make decisions for her without even asking her feelings on it or anything. She was angry at her but also at herself. How could she let Wendy do this to her for the two years they were dating? Why did she only notice it now? 

She kept walking down the street until she saw the Flamingo with its neon pink sign and the pastel blue building. She opened the door and walked right in ignoring all the people in the club to go into the back. She opened the dressing room to see Christopher applying dark red lipstick as he looked up.

“Y/N?”

Y/N didn’t say anything and ran straight into him with small tears coming down. Christopher was in shock at the sudden emotion but quickly shook it off to hug her back tightly, “Y/N, what happened?” 

“Wendy-she...She called my dad-”

“SHE WHAT!?”

“Please don’t yell, I just need someone to talk to right now.”

Christopher sighed and nodded his head, “Let’s go sit...I need to know what happened.”

She nodded her head and Christopher grabbed her hand walking through the dressing room to the sitting area. They sat down as Y/N wiped her tears off her face and Christopher took off his afro to listen to her. 

“What happened?” 

“Johnny texted Wendy about having dinner with dad and she invited him over to the apartment. I haven’t seen him for ten years and he was just sitting there with a smile but I only saw him when he was yelling at me. Tae the stranger in the note, he told me something...Maybe you should forgive him to set yourself free. Don’t let a person have so much control in your life because you deserve happiness and control on your own accord.” 

Christopher nodded his head at this and wrapped his arm around her shoulder, “That's good advice, honestly it's solid advice. Do you want to do it?” 

“I get to see my brother and mom...” 

“Do you want me to be honest with you?”

She nodded her head at him as he licked his lips before he opened his mouth, “I get why you stopped talking to your dad. Anyone would get it but you're cutting off two people that love you so much because of one person. No one is saying what he did was right but what's wrong is losing two people who love you and I know you love them more.” 

Her eyes widened at the words and looked away as a small tear dropped from her eye, “Your right.” 

“No shit but are you really going?” 

“Yeah...Maybe going to this will give me confidence to see the stranger next week.”

“Ohhh, you're going to see him?” 

“I think I know who he is...I hope I'm right because if I’m not then I’m going to be embarrassed. There's this guy who I’ve seen around the office and he's always with Hoseok but I never talked to him because I’m shy...” 

Christopher smiled at this and rubbed her shoulder, “I’m happy for you. Honestly, you deserve it after Wendy. I just want you to be happy.” 

She gave him a real smile and nodded her head, “I’ve always seen him talking with Namjoon, the editor.”

“Ah, thanks cause I don’t remember shit about the people who work there.”

“Yeah, I know. What am I going to do with Wendy”

Christopher sighed and leaned back on the love seat as he stared at the wall with a blank expression, “Maybe set boundaries?”

“With Wendy or my dad?”

“Both but the easier person for you would be Wendy.”

She felt her phone buzzed and took it out to see it was Wendy calling. She rolled her eyes and put the phone back in her pocket, “You know she had the nerve to ask me why I was upset.”

“She probably thought she was helping you.”

“She kept saying it would be good for me..did she do that when we were together?”

“Girl, yes. All the time. She even tried it with me and I went no. You were probably too in love with her or happy that you were socializing with others for once to notice.”

She clicked her tongue and leaned back in the seat as she stared at the ceiling, “Damn…”

“But you got the note guy now.”

“I really want to know him-”

“OH YES RIGHT THERE!!”

Y/N stared at the bathroom with a disgusted look and shook her head, “I don’t miss that.” 

“That’s why I'm late going home sometimes.” 

“Christopher, I don’t want to hear that.” 

The restaurant was loud with families eating away and the workers going through the many tables. Y/N looked at the table across from them with envy as she watched the dad laughing with his daughter. She looked back at her table to see her mother taking a bite of her food as her father continued to have a conversation with Wendy. She would rather have Christopher or Naomi with her right now but she was stuck with Wendy. Since the beginning of the dinner, Wendy was carrying out the conversations with her dad and while she did appreciate it, she wanted to have a conversation with him. After talking with Christopher, she realized she needed to have a conversation to forgive him but so far she hasn’t gotten the opportunity. 

She took another sip of her wine as she slouched down in her seat watching Wendy talk her dad's ear off. She was annoyed but she couldn’t show it especially since her mother was already showing signs of sadness. She watched her mother glance at her and opened her mouth to say something but she stopped herself. Y/N bit her lip and she put her wine back down. She closed her eyes to gain some confidence and she opened them up, “So, Mom how's the holiday shopping? You were telling me last week that you weren’t done yet. Did you finish it?” 

Her mother was shocked at the sudden conversation but let a smile shine through and dropped her fork, “Oh, love. It's been great but busy. How's Dream Weekly?”

“Same as always busy. I’m basically the second in command for the magazine but I like to focus more on the construction of the pages. All month I’ve been making Christmas pages.”

The mother and daughter continued their conversations as she felt the occasional glances from her father but she continued to ignore it. Wendy smiled at her and grabbed her hand under the table causing Y/N to tense up a bit. She gently moved her hand away from Wendy’s hand and continued to talk but it wasn’t until her father looked at her, “So, you still live with Christopher.”

She slowly turned her head to look at her dad with a blank expression and her mind went blank. She opened her mouth to answer but Wendy beat her to it, “She lives with Christopher and Naomi still. After all these years.”

Y/N smile tightened as she nodded her head making her father look at Wendy instead of her. She got up from the table and excused  herself to go to the bathroom. She walked away in a hurry as she made sure her phone was in her pocket. She walked into a stall and took her phone out as she dialed Naomi. 

“Girl, aren’t you supposed to be at dinner?”

“I don’t know what to do.” 

“What do you mean?”

“I’m trying to talk to my dad but so far, Wendy is the only person that can talk to him. It did make me feel at ease at the beginning but now I’m annoyed.” 

“You need to tell her this or beat her to it. It seems like she's doing this because she knows you're uncomfortable with your dad. Beat her to it.” 

“Yeah...It’s annoying but I get why she's doing it.” 

“Y/N, you're being too nice. Anyways, I’m going to be late tonight.”

“Oh, why?”

“I’m going on a date with Yoongi.”

“You're finally going out with him. That only took you two months of fucking to figure it out.”

“He’s the only person that I’ve felt like this with and yes, his dick game is great. Bye.”

“Bye.”

She put her phone back in her pocket as she flushed the toilet out of nervousness and walked out. She washed her hands and put water on face as she stared at herself in the mirror. She nodded her head and grabbed the paper towel to dry herself. She walked outside with her back straighter and more confident, she knew what she had to do. 

She sat back in her seat and gave her mother another smile. She looked at her dad with a little smile, “I still live with Christopher, we’re actually looking for another place to live in right now but so far nothing.”

Her dad's eyes widened and gave her a soft smile, “I’m glad to hear that.” 

She looked to her side to see Wendy's eyes were also widened but replaced it with a wide grin. The rest of the dinner was filled with small conversations between the family and Wendy but most of all her father was talking to her. She didn’t truly forgive him but for now to keep the peace with her mother and brother, she can fake it. 

After saying their goodbyes, Wendy walked next to her as she reached out to grab her hand but Y/N put her hand in her pocket. Wendy frowned at the action and put her hands in her pocket as she walked next to her, “That was a good dinner.”

“Yeah, it was.”

Wendy bit her lip at the short answers and sighed, “Are you mad at me?” 

Y/N stopped walking and turned towards her, “Yes the dinner was good but you made the decision without me there. Even though you thought it would be good for me, I don’t appreciate you making decisions without talking to me.” 

“I was just trying to help.” 

“I get that but there should be a conversation because it's my life you're trying to fix.”

Wendy’s eyebrow furrowed at this and shook her head, “I’m not trying to fix you. Is this what Christopher said?”

“No one said it but me. You always make decisions for me and even though the decisions will benefit me, you never talked to me about them. I just went along with it because I loved you but now I see it.”

“You loved me? You don’t love me anymore?”

Y/N sighed and turned her back on her, “I love you as a friend now...I like someone else now. I’m sorry Wendy...” 

Wendy bit her lip and nodded her head as small tears started to fill her eyes, “Why did you let me stay with you then?”

“Because I knew you had no one else here and I didn’t want you to be alone for Christmas...” 

“Actually, my parents have a house in the country now. I just wanted to see you.”

Y/N turned around to see Wendy looking down at her feet, “Wendy, I...I think it would be best if you went to your parents house.” 

“Yeah...I think that would be better.” 

Wendy walked past her and hit her shoulder as Y/N stood there with her lips in a tight line. She sighed and decided to go to the one place that only recently gave her joy. Small pieces of snow became one with her skin but she ignored the coldness as she continued her way. She entered the Christmas market with a smile when she saw the Christmas tree. She put her hands in her pocket as she stared up at the bright Christmas tree and saw her ornament hanging in the front. 

“Y/N, HURRY UP!” 

She rolled her eyes as she twirled in front of her mirror to get one last look of herself. She had on a dark green velvet maxi dress with a white sweater underneath it and her black trench coat. Her hair was pinned out of her face as her teardrop diamond earrings captured her eyes. She flattened out her skirt that had her thermal pantyhose and walked outside to see Naomi and Christopher waiting in the living room with their arms crossed. Christopher looked Y/N up and down with a smile on his face, “You look great.”

Naomi ran up to her and hugged her tightly as she picked her up, “You look so hot!” 

“Really?”

“Yes, girl...I’m excited for you. You deserve it.”

“What happens if he's not there?” 

“Then he's an idiot.” 

She nodded her head and walked towards the door with deep breath. She looked back at them and gave them a small wave as they returned it. She walked towards the elevator and listened to the melody of silent night. She walked into the front but before she could walk out she walked towards Yoongi. 

“Yoongi...Your friends with Taehyung...Will he be at the Christmas Market?” 

Yoongi's eyes widened and he started coughing from choking on his spite, “I’m not supposed to say anything to you...”

“Yoongi, I need to know.”

He saw the desperate look and he bit his lip, “Fine I’ll tell you. You have nothing to worry about...He's going to be there.” 

She nodded her head at this and gave him a small smile, “Merry Christmas eve...”

“Merry Christmas eve and Y/N!” 

“Yeah?” 

“You have nothing to worry about, okay. Trust me.”

She looked down at her shoes and nodded her head, “I trust you...” 

She walked outside and let the snowfall be her comfort blanket as she walked down her bus stop. She put her headphones in and she started to listen to her podcast to relax her nerves. When the bus stopped she rubbed her hands as she got off. She walked down the street to see the Christmas market shining bright in her eyes. She took a deep breath and entered the market to see only a few booths open for Christmas eve. She walked in front of the Christmas tree as she looked down at her feet. She looked around and saw nothing so far. She looked at her phone and saw it had only been ten minutes, she put her phone back in her pocket. 

“Y/N?” 

She turned around to see the handsome man that she ran into at the market and the same man she had a crush on in the office, “Taehyung?”

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part 29 - you really turned me on

word count: 2904 words

warning: HEAVILY implied sex, brief mentions of drugs & alcohol

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It was Saturday morning. Hyewon wakes up around 11am, stretching slowly and rubbing her tired eyes. She makes grabby hands at her phone, which lay under her pillow. She pulls it out, groaning as she reads the time.

Hyewon has a light headache, born from the wine she had drunk with her roommate Sakura the previous night.

She had needed it, the anxiety of tonight’s meeting with Jaemin eating at her.

She had been surprised, to say the least, when she first received a message from Jaemin asking to talk. They had not ended on good terms at all, considering he found out she had cheated on him at a party. She hadn’t lied to him when she told him she didn’t feel all that guilty. He hadn’t spoken to her since then, only brief awkward conversations when he had came to do mundane break up rituals like pick up some his stuff.

Hyewon didn’t fully understand why he wanted to see her that bad.

She first realised she wanted him back when one; the guy she had cheated on him with (his name was Daehwi) ended up walking out on her three months into their ‘relationship,’ and two; she saw him with you.

It was a warm summer night, humid and golden, when she first saw the two of you walk into the coffee shop hand in hand, huge goofy smiles on your faces.

She usually went there to study, the lighting was nice, drinks were good and the baristas were kind and friendly.

Jaemin didn’t notice her, probably because he was far too enamoured with your presence. She couldn’t tear her eyes away from the two of you, watching you try desperately to wiggle out of Jaemin’s arms and trying to duck away from his kisses, exclaiming ‘we’re in public Jaem,’ while giggling hard.

She watched you protest as he paid for both of your drinks, and listened to the barista comment on how lovely a couple you were.

Her heart wrenched when she saw him hold the door open for you and move to the side to let you out first.

He looked happy, and that made her sick. She should be you.

She had felt the guilt hit her all at once, making her feel as though she’d been hit by a truck. Hyewon felt hot, and felt pain and self-hatred burn through her veins and brain, making her feel like she could pass out. She stared hard at the door for what felt like hours.

The nice barista Nako eventually came over to ask her if she was ok, to which she just smiled hard and murmured a ‘yes. I’m fine.’

He felt unattainable, because he was. There was no way to get him back, he was with you, and even if he wasn’t, he would never even think of looking in her direction again.

She had nothing she could use against you, she had scoured your Instagram, Twitter, Facebook and any social media accounts she could find. She felt like a stalker. She knew your friends, what you were studying, what parties you and your boyfriend would show up to on the weekends.

Two years later, she found herself at the exact same college as the two of you. She had begun to forget and swallow the guilt and pain that had previously caused lumps in her throat and her heart to become heavy.

Hyewon hoped she could’ve moved on during these transformative years.

But then she saw you. She saw you for the first time on campus, sitting under a huge oak tree on top of a small hill, surrounded by your three best friends.

It was September, it was still somewhat warm, so you were dressed in a mid-thigh gingham dress, your hair flowing in the wind. You had a large notepad resting on your thighs and were laughing hysterically at something one of your friends had said.

She first recognised Chaeryeong, then noticed Mina when she moved her stray hair away from her face, and then assumed the girl with her back to her was Doyeon.

What the four girls didn’t notice was the two boys heading up the small incline towards them.

She heard you shriek as Jaemin grabbed your sides and squeezed hard, surprising you and making you fall into your sides. She could’ve heard your loud giggles from miles away.

Hyewon tried so hard not to watch, but couldn’t help see Jaemin drape his jacket around you while you stubbornly protested.

The first time that either of you had ever noticed her was at an NCT frat party. She’d been hanging out with her friends, when they’d thrust their solo cups at her, requesting refills of their drinks. She had playfully rolled her eyes and laughed, giving them a ‘fine then,’ and making her way towards the kitchen.

There she saw you, Jaemin, Jeno, an older guy she believed to be Doyoung, and a few of the other older guys talking animatedly about something.

You and Jaemin were leaning against one of the counters, Jaemin in one of his light blue denim jackets she always used to love him in, his arm lazily wrapped around your shoulder, forearm hanging over your front. One of your hands was absentmindedly playing with his fingers, the other holding your cup.

You were smiling, hard, laughing at something that was being said.

Hyewon tried hard to skirt around the kitchen without making eye contact. It wouldn’t be too hard considering the sheer size of the room - the NCT house was huge.

It was the clunk of the vodka bottle hitting the surface of the counter that prompted Jaemin to glance over, wondering what caused the sound.

The two of them locked eyes, and his gaze immediately hardened. You hadn’t noticed, and Hyewon tried hard to avert her gaze, but she could still feel Jaemin’s eyes burning holes into her skin.

‘Are you ok love?’ She heard you say.

Jaemin turned back to you, and said ‘everything’s perfect,’ before quickly pecking you on the lips and turning back to the conversation.

The day Hyewon found out that you were pregnant were probably among the worst of her life. She couldn’t tear her eyes away from your Instagram posts, the image of your ultrasound photo burning hard into her retinas. All she could feel was intense jealousy, pain and grief. She felt as though she’d lost something that wasn’t even hers, she wished she was you.

She tried hard, so hard to pretend it wasn’t happening. For several days she tried to block it from her mind.

Until she saw you and Jeno at the cafe. Jeno seemed distressed, and you occasionally leaned over and touched his shoulder. And that’s when, the plan, the scheme formed in her mind. She pulled her phone out of her pocket, quickly snapping a photo. She opens twitter, making a burner account-

‘Oi!’ Hyewon was interrupted from her thoughts by the sound of her roommate yelling.

Her door brutally swings open, Sakura flying into the room, jumping onto Hyewon.

‘Fucking stop it,’ Hyewon laughed.

Sakura rolls off of her, flopping down onto the space next to her.

‘You have your date tonight,’ she singsonged, laughing.

‘I do,’ Hyewon nodded, suddenly feeling very nervous.

‘Hey, you’ve got nothing to worry about,’ Sakura says, ‘I don’t know who your mystery boy is, but I’m sure he’ll love you. He’d be so stupid not to.’

‘I hope so,’ Hyewon whispers.

Sakura leaves the room, giving Hyewon an ‘I’ve got to go to work now, good luck!!’

It’s six hours later when Hyewon rounds the corner of Jaemin’s apartment complex, the gold foil wrapped around the neck of the champagne bottle digging into the skin of her fingers. She grips it tightly, trying to dispel the anxiety.

When reaching Jaemin’s door, she holds up her closed fist and knocked softly. She hears shifting from inside, then the sound of a key slotting into the keyhole and turning.

The front door to the apartment swings open revealing Jaemin.

She smiles at him, and he smiles at her back.

‘Feels like our first date again,’ she says without thinking.

‘You know what? Yeah, it does,’ he says, before stepping aside, ‘come in.’

Hyewon walks into the apartment, which is lit up with soft golden lights.

‘Pretty,’ she mumbles.

‘C’mon,’ he says, softly grabbing her wrist and pulling her towards the kitchen.

Hyewon realises that she’s never actually seen his apartment. He still lived with his parents when they were together, so the environment she was currently in felt foreign.

There was a small table and two chairs under the window in the kitchen, which had nothing on it. He noticed her staring.

‘Y/N used to sit there,’ he mumbles, ‘not anymore,’ he bows his head.

‘Don’t think about her,’ Hyewon says, moving towards him, trying to grab ahold of his hands.

‘I’m not, I’m not,’ he reassures her.

‘You know what, let’s sit for a bit,’ Jaemin suggests.

‘Sure,’ she says, turning around and following Jaemin into his living room.

He sits down on the couch, his arm naturally moving to cover the expanse of the frame. For a second Hyewon doesn’t know where to sit, not wanting to overstep boundaries too quickly.

She sits beside him, maybe a quarter foot away from him, leaning back against his arm.

Jaemin looks at Hyewon for a second before encouraging her to move closer him, so that her head was almost touching his shoulder.

‘This reminds me of high school,’ he murmurs.

‘I thought you wanted that,’ she smiles.

‘I do,’ he speaks softly, ‘and like I said, you make it so easy.’

‘That makes me so happy.’

‘And that makes me happy.’

She giggles and finally feels comfortable enough to lean into him. For a moment she believes that he tenses, as though he’s uncomfortable, but she writes it off as maybe him flexing.

She sighs, feeling so glad she’s finally gotten what she wanted.

‘We had some good times in high school, huh?’ Jaemin laughs.

‘Oh god,’ Hyewon begins to laugh, ‘like our experiments with alcohol.’

‘And the occasional weed.’

She laughs harder than she has in a long time, reminiscing on the times when she had him. She doesn’t want to lose him again.

‘Jaem,’ she feels him tense again, ‘I’ve missed you so fucking much. I’m so sorry for fucking it all up, I truly did love you so much.’

He looks at her blankly for a few seconds, before smiling, ‘I know, at least you’re here now.’

‘For as long as you want me to be.’

She sits up, turning her hips around and placing her hands on her shoulders.

‘I’m not gonna leave now.’

He doesn’t protest, so she takes that as the go-ahead to move closer to him.

He doesn’t move, and she moves her hands up from his shoulders to the sides of his neck, touching his jawline with her thumbs. She leaned forward, inching closer and closer until their lips were nearly touching-

‘I can’t believe you,’ Jaemin suddenly murmured.

She pulled back slightly.

‘What?’

‘Did..’ he paused, ‘you really think I’d just..’

‘What...’

He stands up, almost aggressively.

‘Did you really fucking think that once you sent me those photos I’d just ditch everything to come running back to you?’

Hyewon was shellshocked. She felt cold, like someone had just put her in ice.

‘You thought I would just leave the woman who’s carrying my fucking child, for someone else?’

‘I didn’t send you any photos,’ she lied.

‘Bullshit!’ He seethes.

There’s a long silence as they stare at each other.

‘Don’t you fucking dare trying to come in here and wreck my life again! For once, for fucking once I’m in a happy, loving and trusting relationship and you have to try and fuck that up for me!’

She presses her lips together, tears filling her eyes as she tries to blink them away.

‘H-how would you know if I tried to ruin your relationship! Stop fucking assuming that I jump at the chance to ruin your life!’

‘But you do! You do jump at the fucking chance to ruin everything! And how I know?’ His voice suddenly becomes a lot calmer, ‘your sister is a lovely girl.’

Her eyes widen as she scoffs, looking at him in disbelief.

‘She couldn’t sit and watch as you tried to destroy a family. At least she’s got some fucking morals unlike you.’

He suddenly looks towards the doorway.

‘Oh shit, sorry gorgeous, did I wake you?’

He rushes towards you, where you’re standing, with a hand on your stomach.

‘I’m ok- I’m fine Jaem!’ you exclaim, putting your hand on his shoulder.

You suddenly avert your gaze to Hyewon, who’s still standing, seething and rolling her fists into balls, glaring daggers at you.

‘Your sister,’ you smiled, ‘she’s lovely.’

You turned around and walked back towards your bedroom.

‘You better be fucking kidding,’ Hyewon raged, ‘What was the fucking point of this? To humiliate me.’

‘If I told you to back off, you’d just come straight back. I fucking know you, you don’t know when to stop.’

Hyewon knows he’s right. She wouldn’t have stopped.

‘So what? It was all fake? The public argument? All of the shit you told me?’

‘Pretty much. Everything right down to the conversation Y/N and Chaeryeong had on the field, just loud enough for you to hear.’

‘So all that shit you said to me over text-‘

‘No, that was all true. You do make me feel young. But I lied when I said I wanted to feel young again. I’m quite happy with being an adult.’

‘After I pour my fucking heart out to you-‘

‘I don’t think you meant any of it Hyewon. You don’t want me. You want teenage Jaemin. You want the younger me. and doesn’t really exist anymore so,’ he walks toward her, trying to encourage her to move towards the door. She complies.

‘To make this crystal fucking clear, I don’t ever want to see you ever again,’ he opens the door, ‘stay the fuck away from me, stay the fuck away from Y/N, and most importantly, stay the fuck away from my family.’

He shuts the door.

‘Is it bad you just really turned me on,’ Jaemin heard your voice from behind him.

He turned around, to see you standing in your bedroom doorway.

‘Is that so,’ he makes his way over to you, putting his hands on either side of your waist, caressing your bump with his thumbs. Your hands join together at the back of his neck.

‘I’m gonna have to do something about that,’ he mumbles.

You squeal as he gently pushes you into the room.

After your— antics, he collapses on his front next to you, breathing heavily.

‘I missed you so much,’ he says.

‘I missed you too.’

Jaemin begins to move towards you, but you interrupt him, ‘I should go pee first.’

You do your business in the bathroom, before coming back out.

You assumed he’d be on his phone, holding it up in front of his face with both hands, but instead he’s looking at you, with eyes full of love.

You cover your face, embarrassed, before climbing back into bed, suddenly feeling cold.

He immediately pulls you towards him, his head resting in your neck, and his arm snaking around your middle, just above your bump and under your chest.

‘I would’ve thought you’d be all over bump by now,’ you mumble, fighting to keep awake as you ran your fingers through his hair.

He hums, inhaling before murmuring, ‘just want you now.’

‘Not even our baby,’ you shake your head in mock disappointment.

He laughs quietly, before shuffling down to face your stomach. He’s silent for a few seconds, setting both hands on either side. Your hands are still in his hair.

‘I love you.’

You don’t respond because you know he’s not talking to you.

‘I’m scared shitless-‘

‘No swearing Jaem-‘

‘Sorry. Your mum/mom is so protective of you. I suppose I am too...’

You’re not paying complete attention, treating the conversation as though it’s just between Jaemin and the baby.

‘You terrify me. You really do. I don’t know if I’m gonna be a good dad. I could do a fucking awful job, and I’m sorry in advance I guess. But I promise I’ll never ever let anyone come between us ever again.’

At this point you’re falling into unconsciousness, your brain tuning out whatever he’s saying.

You feel him shifting, moving back up the bed towards you. You’re in the same position as earlier, except your head is in his neck now.

‘How was your week with the girls?’ Jaemin asks.

‘It was fun,’ you whispered, ‘but I missed you so much.’

‘I missed you so much too. But now I have you all to myself.’

You smile, burrowing into him a bit further.

‘We have two weeks until we find out what this baby is,’ you say.

‘It’s a baby.’

‘Shut the fuck up, you know what I mean!’

‘I’m not sure what I think it is,’ Jaemin says.

‘I’m not sure either.’

‘I’ll be really happy either way,’ he says.

‘Me too. I don’t really mind.’

‘I’m so happy.’

It’s the last thing you hear him say before you fall asleep.

uh so I hope this wasn’t awful😭 imma proofread this in the morning so if there are any mistakes I’m sorry😭 I saw that a lot of y’all wanted a nomin moment so had to include that lil bit at the end🤪

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