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rebeccccccaaa · 4 years ago

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ғʀᴀᴛʙᴏʏ!ʙᴜᴄᴋʏ ʙᴀʀɴᴇs x sʜʏ-ɪsʜ!ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ ᴀᴜ (ɪɴᴇxᴘᴇʀɪᴇɴᴄᴇᴅ ɪ ɢᴜᴇss)

sᴜᴍᴍᴀʀʏ: (two part series!) You’re starting to struggle in class and decide to ask your professor for some tutoring or extra classes to boost your grade. He ends up assigning the last person you’d expect to tutor you. (is it really a surprise though?)

ᴡᴀʀɴɪɴɢs: cw: talking about a car accident and infertility

smut 18+ (praise kink, dirty talk, oral fem receiving, hair pulling, marking, choking, slight spanking if you squint, slight bondage), major aftercare, fluff? This is pretty filthy lmao.

ᴡᴏʀᴅ ᴄᴏᴜɴᴛ: 𝟺.𝟹 ᴋ (ɪ ᴀᴍ sᴏᴏᴏᴏᴏ sᴏʀʀʏ ᴛʜɪs ɪs sᴏᴏᴏ ʟᴏɴɢ!)

ᴀ/ɴ: Thank you so much for all the love in the last part! I was truly expecting maybe about 20 likes but so far its gotten over 100! Thank you for being so nice to me on my first ever post and hope you enjoy part 2!

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For the next two or so weeks you avoid Bucky like the bubonic plague. You didn’t exactly hate the fact that he kissed, but he was your tutor. Isn’t that inappropriate? Let alone him being a part of a frat house. It wouldn’t be a good mix.

One good thing though is that your overall grade in class has gone up since your tutor sessions with Bucky so at least it wasn’t for nothing. He’s tried to talk to you in class a couple times when you didn't go to him but ended up giving up when you began showing up right when class started or going out of your way to even go near him.

Again, you didn’t hate him; hell you weren’t mad anymore, but you still avoided at all costs. It’s totally not because you're scared you’ll actually fall for him. How could someone like Bucky even look your way? Maybe he just wanted to get into your pants like all the boys in the house.

You didn’t tell Natasha that Bucky kissed but she could definitely tell that something was up. You were usually at Bucky’s frat house on weekdays but you’ve been canceling sessions every night since the incident.

One night you were studying alone in your apartment and Natasha was pacing around on her phone. She was dressed to go to a frat party tonight but it seems maybe her ride isn’t available. You wonder why she can’t herself when she has a car.

“Hey Y/n,” Nat crept up to you.

“Yes,” you drew out.

“Would maybe, possibly, perhaps, might be able to be my DD?” she asked.

“Your what?”

“My designated driver. Wanda has a family emergency; her and her brother flew out like an hour ago and I haven’t been able to find anyone to pick me up.”

“I can drop you off and pick you up,” you offered. You’d rather stay up late in case she wants to come home than stay at the party all night, especially if she finds another bed to stay in till morning.

“I mean you could do that but would it be more fun to actually party for once. Come on babe you’re too uptight, you need to have fun especially with how hard you’re working in school right now.”

“Nat, you know that’s not my scene.”

“Just stay with me. Or Bucky I’m sure he wouldn’t mind hanging with you tonight,” she suggestively, bringing confusion to your face.

“Huh?”

“Oh nothing Just come with me please? If it gets too much text me and I’ll let you know if I need a ride back home.”

“Actually?” you asked.

“Pinky promise.”

“Ok give me like 5 mins.”

You ran to your room and picked out an outfit you felt sexy but comfortable in; I mean if you were going to inevitably run into Bucky at this party might as well look presentable right? When you came out ready, Nat whistled, hyping you up and felt your face heat up a bit.

“Stop, let’s just go,” you averted.

You arrived at the house music booming from down the street. People outside drinking from red solo cups, cars already picking up drunks and dropping people off to get said drunk. You hastily parked the car and Nat grabbed your hand and pulled you close as you guys walked to the party. You weren’t going to lie, you were really nervous.

You heard stories about these parties but you were trying to convince yourself that they may be exaggerated somewhat but still didn’t do much for your nerves. When you walked you eyes almost immediately locked with Bucky’s. To say he was shocked to see you at a frat party was for sure an understatement.

Bucky began to move through the crowd to meet up with you but when he got to the entrance it was like you disappeared. Disappointed, he returned to the mini bar where the drinks were all held, where Steve served the drinks. Asked for a beer.

“How’s it going, man?” Steve asked.

“She’s here.”

“Nat? I really think there's something between us. I’m thinking about asking her on a proper date you know?”

“Really? That’s awesome, but I’m talking ‘bout Y/n,” Bucky clarified.

“What? I thought she hated parties.”

“I did too.”

As if on queue, you tapped Bucky on the shoulder.

“Hi.”

“Hey, what on earth are you doing here?”

“Nat needed a designated driver and Wanda and her brother are out of town.”

“Yeah Pietro lives here in the house, Steve drove him and Wanda to the airport a couple hours ago.”

You nodded your head and things got awkward again, but then again what’s new with that.

“Do you want anything to drink?”

“I can’t drink.”

“Oh right. Do we have soda?”

“We coke for the rum but you can take a can.”

“Thanks Steve,” you took a can of coke from him.

You and Bucky and Steve all held wholesome conversation for a little bit then Nat came and whisked him away. Bucky was put on bar duty from then on and you decided to keep him company until Nat was ready to go home. But so far from the way Steve and her were dancing together you didn’t think Nat was gonna wanna go home.

You asked Bucky how long Steve and Nat have had their little thing and apparently it’s been going on for awhile. You had sneaking suspicion that they were together in some way but since Nat never brought it up you didn’t want to bug her. It was pretty easy to figure out though considering she didn’t come home some nights.

They’re good together though and you hope they make it official soon.

Talking to Bucky, you felt a hand brush against but when you looked no one was there. You figured it was just getting crowded. After a couple of hours you decided to text Nat to see where she was. When she didn’t respond, you took it upon yourself to call her.

“Nat where did you go?”

“I'm in the car,” she slurred.

“What! You can’t be driving! How did you even get the keys?” you yelled.

“I snatched them from you when you and Bucky were flirting with each other. Steve couldn’t find his keys so I took yours,” she shouted into the phone.

“When did you- whatever, is he sober?” you asked.

“Yeah and I am not even that dru-,” she hiccuped.

“Nat…” you warned.

“Steve is my boyfriend and we’re clean. I’ll be safe; it’s not like I can have kids anyway.”

“Nat.” When you moved in together at the beginning of the year, you noticed one time her grabbing her lower stomach in discomfort and offered her any products for her period. She told you she doesn’t get one and being the dumbass you are you asked why. She told you when she was a teenager she got into a car accident that caused extreme internal bleeding causing Nat to become infertle.

“I’m sorry I didn’t mean it like that,” you apologized.

“It’s ok babe. If anything you be safe.”

“She can’t see you, babygirl,” you heard Steve say and laughed out loud.

“Oh! I’m winking!” she shouted.

“Oh my god. Whatever,” you rolled your eyes.

“Anyways buh-bye, girly!” she hung up the phone.

“What happened?” Bucky came up behind you. You looked over at the bar and saw Bruce bar-keeping.

“Nat took the fucking car with Steve.”

“Why didn’t he use my car?”

“She said he couldn’t find the keys and I guess it was easier to just steal from me when I wasn’t looking.”

“Wow, ok. Stealth much?”

“Right? She’s like a Russian spy,” you laughed.

“Well, you probably need a ride then,” Bucky brought up.

“I don’t know if I wanna go home knowing Steve is probably gonna be railing her into the next dimension.”

“Yeah, you can spend the night here. I can sleep on the floor.”

“Really?”

“Yeah it’s not a problem. We probably have an air mattress hiding somewhere.”

“Thanks Buck. well since I’m not going anywhere I guess I could have a drink now.”

“What’ll it be?”

You drank a couple beers feeling the alcohol beginning to flow effortlessly through your veins. The music was still booming through the house and you found yourself getting lost to the rhythm. You made your way to where everyone was also dancing and let the music guide your body sensually.

You didn’t notice it yet but Bucky was staring completely in love with the way you were moving. He’d never seen you in this kind of environment and definitely not in the clothing you were wearing. You looked truly sexy even more so dancing the way you were dancing; like you had control over everything in the world.

You soon felt a pair of hands circle around to your waist instantly knowing who they belong to. Bucky moved his hips snug against your backside perfectly fitting with you. You let your head lean back feeling Bucky breathe against your neck.

“You driving me crazy, doll,” Bucky whispered against your ear.

You shivered at his words.

“Please, let me show you how fucking stunning you are,” he moved his hands towards the front of your hips.

“What?” you turned around. You hadn’t expected Bucky to want to do anything with you.

“I can make you feel so good. You deserve it.”

“Bucky-”

“Do you want me to make you feel good?”

“I do,” you whined as he rubbed his hands against your lower back, pulling you so close.

He kissed you too softly, barely touching your lips, as he grabbed your hands and led to his room upstairs.

When you reached his room, the back of his knees hit the bed and he sat while your knees went to either side of his thighs. God his thighs. His hands went up your shirt grazing your bare skin with his fingertips as you continued to makeout sloppily.

“Can I take this off?” he asked, tugging your shirt.

“Please, yes please.”

Your arms went over your head and Bucky slowly kissed the exposed skin as your shirt inched higher and higher up until he tossed it to the side. The straps of your bra left off shoulders and Bucky continued to kiss any exposed skin on your body. Your hands ran through his hair and you tugged his strands earning a moan in return.

You tugged at his shirt as well and he complied quickly getting rid of his shirt and throwing it to the side. Bucky hands ran over your bottom and you jumped off him nearly ripping your bottoms off your body. You heard bucky chuckled as he too took the opportunity to take his pants off leaving him in boxers and nothing else.

“I want to taste you baby girl,” Bucky bit at your ear.

Your body tensed a bit because although you were not a virgin, you were not that experienced, especially compared to Bucky.

“Is that ok? I’m sorry, we don’t have to do anything. I don’t want you to regret anything, princess. We can stop.”

“No! I don’t want to stop. No one’s just ever wanted to do that, you know,” you whispered feeling a bit overwhelmed.

“Oh baby, what kinda shit boys were you with? Let me show how good a woman is supposed to feel, got it?”

You swallowed hard, but nodded of course.

Bucky picked you up and gently laid you down onto the bed. His hands rubbed your thighs softly and he kissed your stomach ever so softly. He was trying his very hardest to make sure you were comfortable and relaxed as much as possible. Bucky traced the lining of your underwear and looked to you once again to make sure everything was ok by you. You nodded but that wasn’t enough for Bucky.

“Words, baby. I wanna hear you say it,” he whispered, lips against your inner thigh.

“Bucky,” you whined.

“Come on, baby. Use your words like a big girl,” he snickered.

“Please, touch me, Bucky. I want you to use your mouth on me like you promised.”

“There ya go,” he said pulling your underwear down your legs.

He slowly opened your legs and kissed your inner thigh leaving a dark purple mark for him to see and him only. When he was satisfied with the marks he left on your inner thighs he licked a slow and wet line against your pussy. Your hips instantly bucked into his face and your hands flew to his hair.

You tugged at his hair again and released a grunt from Bucky, the vibrations from his mouth pleasuring you even more. Bucky brought his fingers to your hole and he continued circling his tongue around your clit making you moan and arch your back.

He entered a finger into you and then another. You were already beginning to feel full from just his fingers alone, you couldn’t wait until he was able to fuck you balls deep. Your orgasm was approaching quicker than you anticipated, your toes curled and your back arched off the bed. Your heels dug into Bucky’s back but he simply continued to eat you out until you finally peaked.

“Bucky!” you shouted his name in pleasure.

“That’s it baby girl. You're my good girl, right?”

“Yes, I’m your good girl. Oh god, I’m cumming,” you moaned.

Bucky helped you ride out your first orgasm of the night completely enamored by your beauty. When you finally came down from you high you reached for Bucky pulling him into a heated kiss. You could taste yourself on his tongue and moaned into his mouth. You pulled him closer and sat up moving him to sit his back against his headboard.

“I don’t know what I want to do more, return the favor or ride you until my legs shake.”

“You can return the favor another time. Let me see you ride my dick, doll,” Bucky growled. Another time?

You crawled onto Bucky’s lap after he discarded his boxers letting his dick spring up, the tip red from lack of attention. It shocked you if you were being honest, it was so… big.

“Is that gonna fit?” you asked genuinely.

“Yeah, it will; but if it hurts too much you tell me to stop ok?” you nodded.

Bucky reached behind your back and unclasped your bra only to toss it to wherever the rest of your clothes were. His hands caressing your breasts; thumbs rubbing over your sensitive nipples, sending chills throughout your body. He kissed along your collarbone to your neck to your jaw before whispering in your ear.

“I have to grab a condom from the bathroom, baby girl. Sorry,” he began to move you.

“Why are you sorry?” you stopped him.

“I don’t wanna ruin the mood but safety is important before anything else.”

You weren’t gonna lie that actually kinda shocked you; and turned you on even more. You had completely forgotten about having a condom. You were on the pill but that doesn't mean you shouldn’t still use a condom. Bucky was back in no time and you took the condom from him wanting to put it on for him. Bucky moaned as you wrapped his dick and soon enough you were ready to go, arousal practically dripping down your inner thighs.

Bucky’s hand lid up to the back of your neck as you slid down his cock; both moaning at the feeling. You took a second to move but when you did things practically fell into pace. You quickly found a good rhythm for the both of you and soon enough you felt yourselves growing near climax.

Bucky’s hands gripped at your ass, grunting and moaning at the feeling of your walls gliding in and out of you. He smacked your ass leaving a slight red-ish mark for you to admire later. You pulled him closer, if that was even possible, burying your face in between Bucky’s neck and shoulder.

“I can feel ya getting close, baby. Fucking squeezing me. Feels so good, princess.”

“I'm gonna come, I’m so close.”

“Don’t come until I say so. Hold it, I know you can. Be my good little girl and fucking hold it.”

You sucked and kissed and licked his neck leaving little marks not nearly as big as the ones he was leaving all over you. Soon enough you felt the coil building in the pit of your stomach snap and you moaned so loud into Bucky’s ear, he almost came from hearing your moans.

“Sorry I literally screamed in your ear.”

“I told you not to come until I say so.”

“Sorry, I couldn’t hold it anymore. You felt too good,” you whispered, barely audible.

“That doesn’t matter. I told you to hold it,” Bucky got off the bed and reached for his pants. You got so scared that he was going to leave; terrified. But instead he took his belt he was wearing and stalked back towards you. Oh how the butterflies in your stomach fluttered right now.

“Arms up baby girl. You don’t get to touch me now.”

You complied, your stomach fluttering immensely at the mere thought of what Bucky was going to do with you now. When he finished looping the belt around the headboard of the bed his hands ran along your entire body kissing here and there until back up to you.

“Too tight?” you shook your head.

“Perfect. Winter; say the word and I stop,” he kissed passionately, sliding back in you, pussy sensitive from orgasming twice tonight.

Bucky didn’t take as much time as you did before starting to slam into you over and over again. Your eyes rolled to the back of your head, toes curling in themselves, tears brimming your eyes. Bucky fingers dug into your waist surely leaving more marks for you in the morning.

His hand came up to wrap around your neck and squeezed ever so slightly.

“Feel good? My little fucking slut, whining and wiggling under me,” Bucky said, more to himself than anything.

“Fuck-” you moaned. You wrists rubbing against the belt, trying to pull away so you could touch Bucky.

“What is it? You wanna touch me,” Bucky’s hand squeezed a bit more and you moaned even louder, legs wrapping around his waist pulling him closer that way.

“Oh good please Bucky, let me touch you!”

“Uh-uh, bad girls don’t get what they want. If you want to touch me you have to beg me like the good little whore you are,” Bucky growled.

“Fuck Bucky please, I’ll do anything for you just me let me touch you. Please, please, please!”

“Tell me your mine.”

“I’m yours, Buck. All fucking yours. No one else’s!”

“No one is ever gonna fuck as good as I do. Your mine.”

“Yes! I’m yours, oh god,” you moaned.

Bucky was extremely close to cumming and so were you so he undid the belt with one hand skillfully and your arms wrapped around his body pulling as close to you as humanly possible. Your hands ran through his hair and pulled hard as you both fell over the edge. Bucky settled between your legs for a minute kissing your breasts, your chest heaving trying to catch your breath.

Bucky got up and discarded the condoms making sure there were no tears or rips considering how rough he’d been with you. He didn’t intend to be rough at first but his mind was so clouded with you he practically lost control; but you didn’t mind not one bit.

Bucky came back with bottled water from a small refrigerator he kept in the corner of his room and held you back and head as you brought the water to your lips. After satisfying your dry and hoarse throat, Bucky picked you up and set down on his bathroom counter, the cold of the marble counter in extreme contrast to your hot skin.

He cleaned you up and inspected your wrists making sure you weren’t hurt; although they were quite red and would probably hurt in the morning. Lastly, he grabbed a wipe and cleaned the remaining mess of makeup you had put on the night before speaking up again.

“Was I too rough? I didn’t mean to be,” Bucky caressing the sides of your waist. You shocked your head no; the face with a blissfully fucked out expression and a smile making Bucky chuckle. He rubbed your skin with lotion to ease any irritation anything may have caused and kissed the marks he made during sex. He admits that he really likes seeing you marked up by him knowing he’s the only one who gets to see them and make them. Makes him proud that he was able to fuck so good and you loved it too.

He picked you up and took you to bed; kissing you all over one last time before letting you fall asleep in his arms. The last thing you heard before you fell asleep was Bucky whispering about how good were to him, calling you his good little girl; rubbing your back ever so softly putting you to sleep.

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You woke the next morning arms and legs tangled with another. You turn your head to find Bucky Barnes’ face tucked into your neck soft breaths tickling your skin. You rubbed his arms and back, nails lightly scratching him causing him to stir a bit.

Bucky pressed soft kisses against your skin and rested his large warm hands on your ass and thighs. You felt the urge to use the restroom and haven’t going last night, you figured you should as soon as possible. Prying your mildly sweaty body from his was obviously unsuccessful with how much stronger he was compared to you. His legs moved further in between your thighs and he began kissing your chest making you giggle in return.

“Bucky, I have to use the restroom,” you grabbed his face.

“Oh, sorry,” he chuckled and released his hold on you, not without whining of course.

You ran into his bathroom and shut the door. When you turned around you gasped realizing how marked up you were. Dark purple spots littered all over your chest and neck. Your wrists were bright red from the belt he used last night; however they didn’t hurt, a bit sore but not painful. Your thighs were also decorated with love bites and hickeys from Bucky last night and you smiled to yourself.

After you used the bathroom you cleaned yourself as well as possible but admittedly needed a shower in the end. You opened the door only to find Bucky, grinning like a little boy. You folded your hands underneath your chin evidently hiding your body with your arms as much as you could.

Bucky came up to you and placed his hands on your waist kissing the top of your head before turning you around to look at yourself in the bathroom mirror. His body was flush against your and you could feel his dick sitting against your ass and lower back. His face came up and rested on your shoulder then grabbed your hands to wrap them behind his head and yours.

You played with his hair a bit feeling so confident and loved by the affection Bucky has been giving since you came into his room. His hands ran across your body everywhere they could reach before making eye contact with you in the mirror.

“Look at you, goddamn.”

“What?” you chuckled.

“Do you see what I’m seeing?”

You shook your head, feeling incredibly shy suddenly.

“Look how fucking beautiful and gorgeous and perfect you are. Geez, I can’t even handle it.”

You laughed out at how dramatic he was being.

“Goddamn, I could stare at your perfect body all fucking day,” he whispered, it wasn’t in a sensual tone however. It was almost like he was saying to himself, like he actually wanted to do as such.

“Please stay,” he asked you.

“Are you ok?” you sensed he was being incredibly serious, almost about to cry even.

His sad painted with sadness, eyes begging you to stay with him for the day. He wanted something with you.he wanted to be yours and hoped to God that you’d be his in return.

“Stay with me. Please?” you realized you didn’t think he was talking about staying for now, he meant stay with him, as a partner.

“What happened?” you caressed his face in your hands. He lifted you and placed you on the counter Like he did the night before, settling his hips in between your legs.

“They always leave,” he whispered.

“Who? ”

“I didn’t want to just sleep around with girls anymore so I started talking to them and taking them out but every time the night we had sex, they would always leave. I tried talking to them the next day but they always said they didn’t want anything out of it. So I stopped having sex altogether.”

Your heart ached for him. You didn’t want to do that to him. Of course you thought about it, but that was clearly before you realized Bucky wanted to be with you.

“I won’t leave.”

“We can stay in my room all day. You don’t even have to get out of bed. I can grab a couple game consoles from downstairs and we play on the tv. We order breakfast. I’ll wash your clothes. We have a washing machine in the basement,” Bucky said excitedly, you smiled excited as well for your day with Bucky.

“Can we take a shower first?” you asked.

“Yes of course, let’s take a shower.”

“Let’s?” you wiggled your eyebrows.

“Of course. Maybe we can pop in a couple rounds while we’re at it,” Bucky winked.

“Bucky!”

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wannabemobwife · 4 years ago

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Guns, Glamour and Goodfellas - Chapter 8

Chapter 8: Sinking Friendships

Dad!Mob!Tom x Mom!Mob!Reader

-Pairings: Tom Holland x Reader, Rosie Holland x Henry Osterfield

-Warnings: Language, Blood, Car accident, hospital scenes/talk, small talk of religion (sorry it just felt right for the story), angst, fighting, typos

-Words: 5.6K

Author note: Sorry for the shit writing, it was so hard to write the car accident. Tried to make it as medically accurate as possible. Most knowledge derived from Grey’s Anatomy/WebMD. Sorry this chapter is long. Feel free to leave comments or message me directly your feelings while reading the chapter. Every message I've received is so sweet thank you all.

*Anytime 3 dots/ellipses (…) its a sob/breath and a moment of reflection during dialogue.

Chapter 8: Sinking Friendships

Words: 5.6K

Sirens, flashing lights and screams were the only thing Henry remembered. It all happened so fast. One minute Henry and Rosie were laughing together getting lost in each other’s eyes and the next they were both unconscious awaiting their death.

There was no time for Henry to react in anyway. No swerves or movements were made to prevent the impact. A maroon truck had collided Roise’s side, jolting her entire body. Her door was dented beyond belief.

From the forceful impact caused their car skid on the pavement, wearing the paint job away, and crash into the street pole. Henry’s entire body screamed out in pain, his injuries weren’t as bad as Rosie’s though.

“Rosie? Rosie! Rosie!!” Henry called out, desperately wanting to hear her lovely voice. Panic and heartbreak ensued when he saw blood dripping down the side of her head.

Rosie wasn’t moving. How could she be full of life one minute and the next, not? Henry reached over and placed two fingers below her jaw searching for a pulse. He felt he was able to breathe once her felt her few and far between heartbeats, it was faint but it was still there.

“Darling, wake up. Rosie, wake up! Open your eyes for me.”

Henry could feel himself fading by the moment. He used his last breaths to tell the girl he loved he was sorry. Her life was hanging by a thread and in that moment Henry was utterly useless. Praying that she would wake and he would get to hold her again, as everything faded to black.

It had to be about 15 minutes. 15 minutes for an ambulance to arrive. 15 minutes that Henry and Rosie had been unconscious for. 15 minutes of complete stillness, as everyone outside the vehicle panicked. The witness had called 911 multiple times and the other driver was unconscious at his wheel.

After those brutal and possible life ending minutes, help finally arrived. They pulled Henry from the wreck, putting him on a gurney.

“Sir, can you hear me?” called out the paramedic. “Yes. My girlfriend, help her please,” Henry was pleading for his life. How could he be so careless, it was only an accident? “Sir, just lay back. Let us take care of you,” the paramedic uttered, putting her hand on his shoulder to hold him down.

“No. I need to make sure she is okay.”

“Sir, you need to restrain yourself. The other paramedics have got her.”

“ROSIE! Just please let me know if she is okay,” screamed Henry.

“Sedate him please. I’ll go check on the girl,” said the paramedic. Henry faded into a deep sleep a moment later.

“Hey, how’s the girl? Her boyfriend won’t stop asking,” asked the paramedic to the one attending to Rosie. “Unresponsive. She has head trauma and a pulse, thank god,” he murmured. Henry was sent along with Rosie to Kingston Memorial hospital. The hospital was 20 mins away, so much can happen in that time.

Everyone else was sleeping soundly within the walls of the Holland Manor. It started to become a common theme that phone calls in the middle of the night usually meant someone was hurt. This time it was Harrison calling.

“Haz? It’s so late why are you calling?” You asked, jolting awake.

“There’s been an accident and Tom didn’t answer when I called. It’s Rosie and Henry. It sounded bad, Y/N.”

“Oh my god. I’ll see you there,” you responded, barely forming the words as tears started to fall.

“TOM WAKE UP!” you screamed, shaking him awake.

“What?… I’m up. I’m up.”

“There’s been accident.” No more words were said, they just hopped in the car and drove as fast as possible. Tom knuckles grew white clutching around the steering wheel. He couldn’t even begin to fathom a world with his Rosie in it. Harrison was already there, pacing in the waiting room.

“Haz. Where is she?” you said, tears begging to fall.

“I don’t know they won’t tell me anything because I’m not family,” Harrison answered.

“Fuck that, you are our family. How’s Henry?” Tom exclaimed.

“He’s ok. Just a minor concussion and dislocated shoulder, he’s in there right now. They are putting his shoulder back in its socket. He was really lucky but, I am worried about Rosie.” Haz said, just as a doctor dressed in surgical scrubs approached them.

“Are you here for Rosie Holland?” asked the doctor, Tom just nodded in response.

“Mr. and Mrs. Holland, I presume,” continued the doctor

“Yes, that’s us,” Tom replied, clasping your hand in his. He tried to put on a brave face for his wife. You couldn’t both be a mess.

“Ok, Rosie is still in surgery. With extensive injuries like hers we like to keep the family updated as much as possible. Your daughter was the nearest point of impact. She came in with a puncture wound to the abdomen, a severe concussion, massive internal bleeding, many cuts caused by broken glass and severe trauma to her head.”

“Will she be okay?” you asked, accidentally interrupting the doctor.

“Let him finish darling,” Tom said, his grip on her hand tightening.

“It is still too early to know. I have to get back.”

“Alright Doctor, thank you,” Tom acknowledged. You just fell into Tom’s arms, letting all the tears you were holding back fall. You broke into a fit of sobs in his embrace.

“Tom, I don’t want to lose her. I can’t lose her. She’s our baby,” you whimpered, your tears staining his t-shirt

“Shh, darling. She’ll pull through. Remember she is just like her strong mother.”Tom whispered, rubbing a soothing hand over your back.

“Have you gotten in touch with Parker?” Asked Tom as he continued to comfort you.

“No, I’ve been trying. Leaving message after message… Why fuck isn’t he picking up?” yelled Haz. Just then, Henry had walked up, sporting a cloth sling His heart nearly broke as he saw you crying your eyes out buried in Tom’s arms.

“No. No, no, no. Don’t tell me she didn’t make it.” Henry cried as his knees started to buckle at the thought of losing Rosie.

“Henry no, she’s still in surgery. Hey, come here.” Harrison said trying to calm down his son.

“Henry, what the happened?” Tom asked, scared for his daughters life.

“What were you doing with Rosie anyway? It’s late.” Tom questioned again after Henry stood silent, growing louder.

“Hey, Tom. Back off,” Harrison said, standing in front of Tom.

“No. I want to know the reason why my daughter is in there fighting for her god damm life.” Tom screamed. Henry was like a deer caught in headlights. He couldn’t lie his way out of this one. His eyes just shifted between Tom, you and his dad.

“A truck hit Rosie’s side when I was driving, I’m sorry, it was an accident.” Henry cried, barely able to get the words out.

“Son, we know it was an accident. It wasn’t your fault,” Harrison said, comforting Henry.

“Where? Where were you guys?” Tom pestered on.

“Umm, we were on our way back from… from a date. We are dating.” Henry muttered, his eyes glued to the floor.

“What? Y/N did you know about this?” Tom asked, ready to throw hands.

“Yes, Tom,” you murmured, avoiding Tom’s disappointed glare.

“Why the fuck didn’t you tell me?” Tom screeched.

“And for you. Who the fuck said you could date my daughter?” Tom bellowed, pointing his finger at the poor boy.

“I did kind of give them permission by keeping their secret. In your own time frame though you were supposed to ask Tom,” you muttered, bouncing between Henry and Tom.

“Wait. For how long? For how fucking long?” Tom cursed.

“2 months.” Henry whispered.

“2 months. 2 fucking months. You were lying to me?” Tom screamed, he was livid at you.

“I don’t want you dating her,” Tom growled with an unchanging expression.

“I’m sorry, sir. What?” Henry asked, dumbfounded by Tom’s response.

“Tom, what?” Haz faltered.

“Tom don’t do this, he is a good kid,” you begged.

“Break up with my daughter or there will be hell to pay,” Tom declared and with that he walked away.

“Tom, you can’t do that to them,” you yelled after Tom.

“Really Y/N watch me” Tom said, ignoring his family. His heart had been broken too many times tonight. First when he heard about the accident, another when he had learned of Rosie’s injuries and another when he found out that you had been lying to him. His mind needed to be on one person right now, Rosie.

Tom managed to cool off, but immediately changed the subject anytime you would start to apologize. He didn’t have the energy to focus or listen, all he cared about was Rosie. Parker had showed up 10 mins later, he was off doing god knows what.

“Where the fuck have you been?” Tom yelled, as he saw Parker come through the sliding doors.

“Sorry. I just got your message. Is she okay?” Parker explained.

“We don’t know she is still in surgery,” you whispered, trying to hold back tears.

“What I went out for a bit and shut my phone off. What’s the big deal?” Parker asked.

“The big deal is that I didn’t know where you were. I couldn’t get in touch you. Rosie was in a car accident and I couldn’t call you,” screamed Tom, still angry from the conversation that just perspired

“And Henry?” Parker question, ignoring Tom’s scolding.

“He’s ok. Haz is with him right now, they went to get some coffee,” you informed him.

“Are you okay, mom?” Parker asked, remembering the conversation they had the night before.

“I’ve been better. Just glad you are here,” you said, bringing him into a warm embrace. As they all stood together as a family, Rosie’s doctor came to update them.

“She is out of surgery and stable. Her heart did stop and we were able to resuscitate her, she’s in the ICU now…”

“Can we see her?” Tom asked, interrupting the doctor. A huge weight had just been lifted off his shoulders, his baby girl was going to be okay.

“Yes, but you need to know something. Her brain started to swell in surgery so we had to put her in a medically induced coma to bring down the swelling. We don’t know when she will wake up or if she will at all,” explained the doctor.

All the Hollands stood like statues, unable to process the news. You felt as though you had been punched in the stomach, you wouldn’t be able to handle losing your baby girl.

Minutes, hours and days had melded together. It had been 6 days since the accident and Rosie was still the same, laying unconscious in a hospital bed hooked up to various machines. All of you stayed at the hospital expect for Harrison and Henry. Harrison was running the mob for Tom, for the time being.

You refused to leave her side, spending every waking and sleeping hour right beside her. Seeing your daughter like this was killing you. You weren’t getting any sleep and your hair started thinning.

Rosie looked pale and lifeless, the only thing guaranteeing she was alive was the incessant heart monitor. Her bruises had started to heal, changing from a vibrant purple to an opaque yellow. Everyone prayed she would wake up.

Henry tried to visit everyday but Tom wouldn’t allow it. He was still furious his daughter was dating him and everyone else knew about it except him. Tom’s heart ached for Rosie to wake up and be his funny, sassy, brave girl once again. Tom, however couldn’t stand how the waiting was making you feel.

“Darling. Wake up!” Tom whispered, gently shaking you.

“What? Did something happen? Is Rosie ok?” You exasperated, jolting out of your sleep and trying to catch your breath.

“No, she’s fine. It has just been a while since you had gone home and cleaned up. It might do you some good, baby,” Tom pleaded.

“Tom, I can’t leave her,” you whispered.

“Y/N, it’s ok. Let me take you home and Parker will be here in case anything were to happen,” Tom explained.

You were hesitant at first but eventually agreed, it had been awhile since you had showered or had a decent meal. Living off of the same sweatshirt and hospital cafeteria snacks for the past couple days. All your energy had been put into watching Rosie.

While Tom took you home, Parker was tasked with watching his sister. As kids they were both active and had gotten hurt, only most ever being a broken bone, never a life or death situation. Not only was Rosie Parker’s sister, but she was his twin.

His built in best friend. There had never been a time where he didn’t know her, maybe the first 5 mins of his life, but Rosie soon followed. Sure they fought and argued like all siblings do, but they couldn’t imagine their life without each other. He needed her sarcastic comments and infectious laughter to brighten his day. He needed her warm, slightly awkward hugs and her bitchy attitude once in a while. Parker didn’t know what he’d do without her.

“Rosie, I don’t know if you can hear me but mom is a mess, dad has barely said to word and everyone just needs you to wake up. I need you to wake up…. We all do, especially Henry,” Parker whispered.

“God, he secretly loves you. He hasn’t had the balls to tell you yet, but if that it is what you need to wake up, then do it….Let that be it…. That he loves you, Rosie…. He loves you.”

“I know what it is like to lose someone you love. Charlotte didn’t have a choice, but you do. You can fight and come back to us…. Come back to Henry. He needs you. He calls me every night asking if you had woken up yet. Dad banned him from visiting the hospital. Really fucked that one up didn’t you Roo…. You should’ve told him about you and Henry, but that’s beside the point…. The point is let today or tomorrow or next week be the day I tell him you did…. Just promise me you will wake up ok. I know I don’t say it often but I love you.” Parker got everything he needed to say off his chest. Tears had managed to escape from his eyes as he held her hand. Henry was standing in the doorway, when Parker poured his heart out.

“Hey mate. Mind if I have a minute with my girl?” Henry spoke.

“Not at all. Perfect timing, my parents just left,” Parker said, getting up from his crouched position.

“Yeah, I know. I was parked in the parking lot, waiting for them to leave.”

“How much of that did you hear?”

“Oh, none. None what so ever.”

“So practically all of it?” Parker said in response.

“Yeah,” Henry just nodded along.

“I’ll leave you guys alone,” Parker said as left the room.

Now it was just Henry and Rosie.

Tom had forbidden Henry from seeing her, he hasn’t even gotten to hold her hand. Henry tried to hold back tears as he saw the girl he loved looking half-dead. Her skin had lost its color and her necklace, the one he had given her, was stained with blood sitting in a bag on her bedside.

“Hey Roo. I’ve missed you…. Life hasn’t been the same these past few days. I’ve missed all your good night and good morning texts and your smile.” Henry started.

“Everyone wants you to wake up. They need you to wake up. Can you just open your eyes and flash that smile for me? I need it and I need you…. Rosie,… here it goes,… I love you. I couldn’t stand the thought of you never knowing I love you. So there it is, I love you.”

“I love everything about you…. Your eyes, your laugh, even that weird snort you do. I love you and that has to be enough. It has to be enough for you to wake up and come back to me…. Don’t just do it for me, do it for Parker and your dad and your mom. They have all been losing their minds without you.”

“Rosie, please baby. I love you and that has to be enough,” Henry concluded as tears streaked his face. He moved to press a chaste kiss to her forehead when all of a sudden machines starting going off and beeping left and right.

“Rosie? Rosie stay with me!” Henry didn’t know what was happening. All he knew as that she was still alive and prayed to god he wouldn’t hear her flatlining.

Rosie’s body started to jerk and shake, involuntary. The room filled with nurses and doctors, rolling Rosie on to her side. Her muscles spasming everywhere.

“Sir, you need to leave,” said the nurse, prying Henry away from Rosie.

“No, please let me stay with her,” Henry cried, refusing to avert his eyes from Rosie.

“You need to leave. Let us help her.”

Henry stood crying, peering through the glass doors at the love his life slipping before his very eyes. Her seizure only lasted about 8 minutes but, minutes bleed to hours as tears refused to stop.

“Henry? What happened?” Parker said, running up to Henry crouched on the floor with his knees to his chest and head buried.

“I don’t know. They forced me to leave. Her body started shaking violently, I don’t know what happened,” Henry sniffled, titling his head up. His eyes were beet red and his face was riddled with tears. Parker just stood there dumbfounded. He only left for 10 minutes to get some water. How could so much go wrong in that time.

“Young man, are your parents here,” asked the doctor as everyone came out of Rosie’s room.

“No, they went home to grab some things. Why?… Is she dead?” Parker questioning, pulling at the roots of his hair.

“No, she’s alive, but we can’t share any further information till they get here,” explained the doctor. Parker just nodded in response and Henry was able to breath again, exhaling the breath he was unaware he was holding.

Parker was about to make the call he dreaded. This was the entire reason you refused to leave, in case anything were to happen.

“Parker, what’s up. Is Rosie okay?” Tom said as he answered the Parker’s call.

“Dad, no, you need to get to the hospital. Something happened with Rosie but, they won’t tell me anything,” Parker said, his voice wavering.

“Oh my god, I’ll be right there,” Tom said, hanging up the phone. He had been refusing the chance to break down, he felt as though he had to be strong for everyone else.

“Y/N! Y/N!!” Tom screamed through the house. The one time Tom tries to do something good everything gets screwed up.

“Tom, what?” You exclaimed, startled by his screams

“Something happened with Rosie,” Tom said, a fews tears dripped down his face.

“What? No. No, no, no. I wasn’t there. I’m her mom and I wasn’t there. Why the fuck did you make me leave?” You cried, feeling like a terrible mother. You never should’ve left.

“I’m sorry. Be mad at me later, let’s just go,” Tom said, grabbing his car keys.

Tom’s reckless driving was not the problem at the moment, you just need to be there for Rosie. At the hospital, Tom barely parked properly before they were running through the halls. He came upon Parker in the waiting room, looking disheveled as fuck. His eyes were puffy eyes and hair stood up, he could tell his son was tugging on it in frustration.

Tom needed something to take his mind off Rosie. He needed to punch something or beat someone up or even just take his angry out with words.

“Parker, what happened? Is she okay?” You said, scared for Rosie’s life.

“I don’t know. No one has come out of her room,” Parker explained and you just nodded in response, trying not to cry again.

“Parker, what the fuck is Henry doing in here?” Tom demanded.

“Umm,” Parker mumbled.

“I’m sorry sir, I needed to see her,” Henry said profusely, apologizing

“I don’t care what fuck you needed to do. You are the reason she is dying. You were the one driving,” Tom screamed.

“Tom it was an accident,” you said, trying to reassure yourself in the process.

“Y/N I don’t understand how you can take his side when he almost killed our baby girl.”

“Like, I said it was an accident!” you explained.

“Nurse! Nurse!” Tom yelled.

“Yes, sir. Do you need the doctor?” asked the nurse, worried someone was bleeding.

“No. I want to know who the fuck let this boy in here.” Tom thundered.

“I don’t know sir, I’m so sorry. This won’t happen again,” she explained.

“Tom he can stay. If he is telling the truth about loving Rosie this concerns him as much as it concern us,” you said. This must be killing Henry like it was to you.

“No, he fucking can’t. Now get out, before I have you escorted out of here in a body bag,” Tom threatened.

“Alright, I’ll go. Just please, tell me if she wakes up,” Henry pleaded, slowly walking away. He wasn’t going to go home, he couldn’t. He couldn’t leave, not when Rosie was still in that state.

They all saw the doctor come out of the room and quickly cornered him. A grim expression draped across his face created uneasiness in everyone.

“I’m Y/N Holland, I’m her mother. What happened? I just left for twenty minutes,” you asked, tears streaming down your face as you barged in the room.

“We put her on a ventilator, the seizure was caused by lack of oxygen to her brain,” the doctor said.

“I’m sorry, what? She had a seizure?” Tom said, trying to put the puzzle pieces together.

“Yes. Her brain function has remained unchanged for several days now. In my expert opinion, her outlook isn’t very good. I would prepare yourselves. We can keep her comfortable if you would like or we can arrange her to be moved to a facility where she will possibly heal in the future,” explained the doctor.

“What are you saying? She’s brain dead?” asked Parker chiming in.

“It’s too still early to give a definitive diagnosis, but most likely, yes. I’m sorry for your loss.” The doctor said, exiting the room. You wanted to die right in that moment. A piece of you died the second those words slipped out, you were inconsolable.

“Y/N. Baby, come here,” Tom whispered. Trying to reach out for you, his broken wife.

“Don’t fucking touch me. I should’ve never let you convince me to leave,” you cried.

The guilt was enormous for everything. You were the one who let Rosie and Henry date, without that they would have never been driving together. Never gotten in the accident, you couldn’t help but feel responsible.

It was always the same feeling, you felt walking into Rosie’s hospital room. The feeling of drowning or being burned alive. It’s indescribable. A feeling felt by those who lose their children. You put them on this earth and for them to leave it before you was wrong.

“Rosie, I’m so sorry I left baby. I’m here now and I’m never leaving,” you said, combing your hand through her brown locks.

“But its okay if you need to. It’s okay. I’ll be alright, we all will be…. You can let go…. I love you so much sweetheart, don’t every forget how much mommy loves you…. You can rest now,” you said, moving to Rosie’s side to take her hand in yours. Seeing Rosie like this was tearing you apart from the seems.

It wasn’t long before all tears had put you to sleep. Tom had covered you up with a blanket. You talked to Rosie as though she could hear you. Maybe she could, maybe not but, you definitely wished she could. Tom hadn’t had the chance to break down like you. You needed him to be the strong one, but he was human too.

“Rosie, it’s dad. Everyone besides me has gotten the chance to talk to you, so here it goes,” Tom started.

“I know your mother said that is was ok to leave, but it is not. You hear me. Don’t you dare leave…. Rosie, darling you need to fight. Fight whatever it is that will bring you back to us. You are so much stronger than you lead on baby.”

“I love you so much, please come back to us…. I don’t know if your mother can take losing you. Also that boy you secretly hid from me. Once you wake up you are grounded. I don’t know why you fell for that scruffy looking kid but he needs you, baby. We all do,” Tom concluded. There was no easy fix to this problem. He couldn’t go out and torture somebody or beat them til they broke. Not even money could fix this. He felt completely and utterly useless.Tom reached out to the only thing that could help his daughter, God.

“Hey, god above, I don’t really have a name for you. You are just the one who watches over people, you could be from any religion. I don’t know,” Tom said, clasping his hand together as he spoke to the heavens above.

“I know we don’t talk often and I’m sorry for that and I’m sorry for the despicable acts I’ve committed but I need you help…. My daughter needs your help. She was in a car accident and she hasn’t woken up yet. She’s so young, she has her entire life ahead of her and I want her to experience it all…. I’d really like to walk her down the aisle someday. Can you just bring her back to me? That’s all I ask, just bring her back.”

“Thank you. Shit, I’m believe I’m supposed to say amen and I’m sorry for cursing a second ago. Just remember what we talked about, do this for her not me. God knows I don’t deserve it,” Tom said, ending his plea to the god or gods above.

Tom couldn’t of imagined better timing, with his speech, Rosie’s fingers started to twitch in his hand.

“Y/N wake up?” Tom yelled.

“What, I’m up. Is she ok?” You asked, confused by his outburst.

“Better than ok, her hand moved,” Tom explained.

“Oh my god, really? Parker go get the doctor,” you said, moving towards Rosie.

“Rosie?” Tom said as she started to stir.

“Rosie, baby. I’m here” you said, holding her hand. Rosie eyes fluttered open as she choked on the intubation tube, which gave her oxygen.

“Shh, you’re ok. You were in a car accident with Henry. You’re ok,” you said, softly. The look on Rosie’s face broke your heart. She looked so confused and overwhelmed all you wanted to do was hold her and never let go. Yes, she was a teenager but she will always be your baby girl.

Parker quickly brought the doctor in and he conducted a neurological exam. He removed the tube down her throat, allowing her to breath normally.

“Rosie, you’re awake. Don’t try to talk, it will feel weird for a while. I can get you something for the pain. I’m going to have you do a few tests. Blink once for yes and twice for no, ok?” The doctor explained. Rosie followed his instructions and blinked once. You and Tom were holding each other, praying Rosie didn’t have any brain damage.

“Follow the light for me please. Good. Squeeze my hand. Good grip… These are all amazing signs. Everything looks good. No neurological deficits, but I still would like to get an MRI for her. In the meantime, just rest. It’s going to feel weird as your brain has basically been sleeping for a week,” the doctor concluded, leaving everyone alone to rejoice.

“Mom?” Rosie said, her voice extremely hoarse.

“Yeah, honey. Take it easy,” you said. Words couldn’t describe how you were feeling, you got your daughter back.

“Where’s Henry?” Rosie croaked out.

“He’s ok Rosie, I believe he is outside. Would you like to see him?” You asked, much to Tom’s dismay. Rosie just nodded in response, trying to make everything seem less hazy.

“Rosie,” Henry said with a biggest smile on his face. Nothing could bring this boy down from cloud 9, she was ok. The love of his life was ok.

“Hi,” she said with a half-smile. That’s all she could must her up with her energy.

“Thank god you’re okay. I don’t know what I’d do without you,” Henry said, kissing her forehead.

“We will give you two a minute,” you said, pulling Tom and Parker out of the room. Tom was giving you a bunch of harsh glares, he knew what you were doing. However, he too ecstatic that Rosie was awake to be mad at Henry.

“Are you okay? How do you feel?” Henry asked concerned.

“I’m okay. Henry, I have to tell you something,” Rosie responded.

“I love you…. Walking up in the hospital bed just made me realize who cares if it’s too soon or if you don’t feel the same way, I just had to tell you. I love you,” Rosie declared. This was his chance, break her heart and walk away, she didn’t deserve to be here in a hospital bed. Tom was right, Henry knew what he had to do.

“Rosie, I think we should break up,” Henry said, already feeling like he made the biggest mistake of his life.

“What, why? Did I do something wrong? I thought we were happy. Just yesterday you said you were falling in love me. What the fuck happened?” Rosie faltered, confused by everything.

“Rosie, it’s just not working,” Henry exclaimed with the lamest excuse.

“Fine. Leave,” she said, trying to not let tears fall.

“Roo, we can still be friends.”

“Don’t fucking say that to me. You don’t get to call me that anymore,” Rosie screamed.

“Rosie, I’m sorry,” Henry tried to say something else but was cut off.

“Just get the fuck out. I’m serious, FUCKING LEAVE!!” she thundered as he left. Henry felt like literal shit and an asshole and a fucking idiot all at once. He had just broken the heart of the girl he loves. It was never supposed to happen this way.

“Henry? What’s wrong?” You asked as you saw Henry storm through the halls.

“Are you happy Tom? I did it,” Henry barked.

“Glad she’s awake. Y/N you should go in there, she needs you,” Henry exclaimed, before leaving for good this time.

“Tom, we need to talk about Rosie and Henry,” you said, furious at Tom and his decision to break them up.

“He’s gonna fucking break her heart and I won’t allow it,” Tom yelled.

“You can’t keep them apart and you already did that,” you said sternly, you couldn’t believe the nerve on your husband.

“Y/N end of fucking discussion. I can’t believe you didn’t tell me. We don’t keep secrets from each other. For fucks sake, how fucking stupid are you? Letting our daughter whore around with that kid, just like you did,” he vociferated.

“Whore around like I did? Really? Why don’t you look in the fucking mirror?” You screamed, zero fucks were given.

“What the fuck is that supposed to mean?” Tom barked.

“I know about you and Jazz.”

“What?”

“You went to a hotel and met her there. Tell me I’m wrong,” you interjected. Tom was too furious to explain his actions, he let you believe he cheated on you.

“Your silence answers my question,” you remarked, wanting to break down inside.

“Tom, just so you know you're sleeping on the couch tonight,” you said. You had your answer now. How could Tom do that to you. I didn’t matter in that moment all that mattered was consoling your daughter who Tom broke.

“Real fucking mature Y/N,” Tom yelled, as you walked away.

“Rosie?” You asked, knocking on her door.

“Mom… he broke up with me,” Rosie said as tears fell.

“Oh, baby. I’m so sorry.”

“I don’t know what I did wrong…. I swear to god if he met some other chick while I was in a coma.”

“No, nothing like that,” you said, trying to comfort your daughter. There is nothing like a first heartbreak.

“There has to be a reason. One minute I was in love with a boy who loved me back and now, I’m not.”

“Shh, it's okay,” you said, rubbing you hand down Rosie’s back as you pulled her into your arms. How could Henry actually do that to her and flee the scene like a coward. Parker managed to chase him down in the parking lot.

“What the fuck Henry?” Parker called after him

“I did it because I love her,” Henry exclaimed, continuing to walk away.

“Bullshit,” Parker yelled as he punched Henry square in the jaw.

“Owww.”

“I said, I’d fucking hurt you if you broke her heart.”

“Yeah, I know. It was still a shitty threat, but I deserved that.”

“I don’t understand what happened Henry. One minute you tell me you love her the next you don’t…. I don’t know if I will ever understand but you can’t come by the house for awhile,” Parker pleaded, wanting to know the truth.

“Alright. Just tell her I’m sorry mate.” Henry concluded, feeling like literal shit and an asshole and a fucking idiot all at once. He had just broken the heart of the girl he loves. It was never supposed to happen this way.

Author note: I'm sorry for all those who love Rosie and Henry. Don't be afraid to call me a bitch for breaking your heart, my brother did when he read it. Also Tom is a literal asshole in this chapter.

I really can't wait for you guys to read the next ones, even if you don't ask for it. I will post hints for the next chapter with emojis because it's fun.

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The Arrangement Ch. 19

Story summary: Desperately in need of money, you answered the questionable ad. AKA-Arranged marriage AU featuring Y/N and Yoongi

Chapter Summary: After the photoshoot you and Yoongi decompress

Previous Chapter here AN: SO FLUFFY UGH

You slunk back to the elevator and just stood there for a second. What a weird day. You pulled out your phone to double check your work schedule and saw a message from Yoongi.

YG: I ordered pizza.

You smiled.

YN: Oh yeah? Did you order enough to share?

YG: *Eyeroll*

YN: :D Where is this food? Apartment? Studio?

YG: Apartment. Photoshoots wear me out.

You pushed the button for the 18th floor. Other people got on and off as you made your way there; it was the end of the work day for most of the hourly staff. You finally arrived at your stop and headed left.

You opened the door and took off your shoes, immediately noticing the delicious odor of bread and hot cheese filling the air. You had been running around all day and just now realized, other than a few carrots, you hadn't eaten today.

"Oh my God thank you so much." You declared as you walked into the kitchen. You eyed the box sitting on the counter and looked around for Yoongi. “Helllooooooo?”

“Good. I’m starving.” You saw him rise up like a reanimated corpse from the couch.

“You didn’t have to wait on me.” You reprimanded, even though you thought it was incredibly thoughtful. Yoongi just shrugged and walked into the kitchen.

You opened the box and handed him a plate.

“I have no idea if you ‘ll like this.” He said as he took some pieces.

“I like food. My favorite food is the food in front of me.” You took the plate over to the table, going back for some water.

Yoongi followed suit, quieter than normal.

“You ok?” You asked.

“Yeah, just tired. Photoshoots take so much more energy.” He collapsed down into the chair.

The air was filled for silence for several minutes as the two of you stuffed your faces. Finally, you worked up the nerve to ask, “Sooooooo…...did you know Bongcha was asking you out or are you oblivious?”

Yoongi looked up, shaking the bangs out of his face. “I knew. But what should I say to her? "No I don’t want to go out with you" and ruin her day? Upset her at work? It would make things awkward for both of us. Nah. Just request another stylist for a few months.”

You pursed your lips together in thought. “Why not just date her though? She’s cute. You guys get along. Why go through this whole elaborate contract scenario?” You gestured to yourself.

Yoongi sighed. Ugh he had been dreading you asking him about the contract. Things had been going so normal. He thought, stupidly, maybe he could just never think about it again. Of course with Namjoon and BPD up his ass he knew that was unlikely. He realized he had been quiet for too long. “Look, If I actually dated someone I worked with and then it didn't work out, imagine the fallout. The scandal. The wasted time. Plus then I'd have to go on dates and stuff. I'm busy.”

You rolled your eyes "We went to a diner the other night. And the grocery store."

Yoongi blinked his eyes and stuffed more food in his mouth. “Not dates.”

You scowled. "You spent all Sunday driving a van and putting up with my family'

Yoongi chewed, taking as much time as possible to think of a response. “Yeah but I did that because I wanted to."

You rolled your eyes, “You're a weirdo "

"Says the girl who signed a contract to marry a guy she didn't know. And who doesn’t eat their pizza crust. Are you 5 years old?"

"Crust is gross. Anyways. I'm a very good judge of character, I will have you know." You pouted at having been admonished over your crust preferences.

"That's true. You could tell Namjoon was an asshole within 30 seconds I bet." He jested.

"Haha yeah. I could tell he was rich and full of himself by his demeanor and then when he opened his mouth, he confirmed the asshole part. And, I knew Alice was awesome within like 2 seconds.”

Yoongi pushed his plate over a bit and interlaced his fingers. Resting his chin on them, he asked, “OK. So what was your first impression of me?”

You laughed as you recalled sprinting in your work clothes. “That you were busy. Very busy. And a little bit short on patience, but I thought that's because you were in a hurry.”

“Sounds about right.” He took a sip of his water.

“The second time I met you, you were putting on an act for Namjoon. Still not sure why... " You eyed him suspiciously. “You guys have a fucked up dynamic "

"You are right all-around there. Cheers." He lifted his glass in your direction."You did a great job today."

You scoffed, "I literally just pointed at things and handed you stuff.”

“Hey I've been to shoots before, you haven't. Today went much smoother than usual. “

“Really?” You rocked back in your seat.

“Yep.” He stood up and extended his hand." Do you want more? "

"Yes please. Thanks again for ordering. I didn't realize how hungry I was til I got home.”

“‘Same.” He took the plates to the kitchen and returned with more food. Sitting them down on the table. He pulled his laptop over and looked over some things as you guys sat in silence for a few minutes. You scrolled through your phone, returning some texts from Jimin and your brother.

"Do you want to go watch something?" he asked, taking you by surprise.

You raised your eyebrows, “You're not going to work?"

"I told you, photoshoots wear me out. I'm done for today."

"Yeah sure," you stood up and grabbed the plates. "I'll clean up the leftovers and get changed. Pick whatever."

You travelled up to the loft area about ten minutes later, much more comfortable in your leggings and oversized sweatshirt.

Yoongi was waiting on the couch, the remote in his hand as he scrolled through the menu. You plopped down on the other end, covering your mouth as you yawned.

“Grab a pillow. You know you’re going to fall asleep.” He said without looking over.

“No I won’t,” You protested through another yawn.

He shot you a look that told you he knew you were full of shit and got up. He returned a minute later, throwing a pillow at the back of your head.

“Hey.”

“You’re welcome.” He sat back down, adjusting himself into a comfortable position.

You grumbled a thank you as you balled the pillow into a couch-compatible shape and leaned up against it. You pulled back for a second. It smelled just like Yoongi. This was his pillow. You looked over, his eyes were still scanning the screen.

“Since you’re going to fall asleep in ten minutes I’m putting on my favorite documentary.” He said matter-of factly.

“I will last more than ten minutes.” You declared. You heard a small snort come out of his mouth as he dimmed the lights and pressed play. You started to watch the movie and tried to pay attention, but your heartbeat was racing. You kept replaying earlier conversations in your head and also smelling the pillow. You felt like a pervert. The man across the couch was completely oblivious. You stared at him for a few seconds and realized that yes, you did like him. Well Shit. You didn’t have too much time to ruminate on this as your eyelids began to grow heavy. Soon you were passed out, just as Yoongi predicted.

Ten minutes into the NBA show he looked over, a knowing smile crept onto his face. You were out.

He took a deep breath. What the fuck was he doing? He tried not to think about it too much. Every time he thought about you and the contract it left him feeling weird. The thought that you were getting paid to like him and to hang out with him, didn’t sit well at all. But he knew there was so much more to it than that. He picked up his notepad and wrote a few lyrics, the movie playing for background noise at this point.

After several minutes he looked at his writing. Satisfied, he stood up and slipped the notebook into a desk. He didn’t think you would snoop, but better safe than sorry. He looked back at the couch and smirked. He thought it was hilarious you thought you would stay awake when he knew better. He went over to the stuffed animal line and pulled out a Snorlax. Appropriate, he thought as he sat it down on top of your side. He snapped a picture. Sweet revenge. Stretching, he decided to head to bed himself; only slightly lamenting that he had given you his favorite pillow and now he would have to use the flatter one. NEXT CHAPTER

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adventuresinwonderlust · 4 years ago

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Title: Intermingle: part 2

Pairing: dom! yoongi x inexperienced reader ft. Taehyung

Warnings: co-workers to lovers, angst, smut, public sex, dry humping, thigh riding, oral (f) receiving, oral (m) receiving, cum swallowing, fingering, daddy kink, fluff, teasing, protected/ unprotected sex (stay safe always)

Rating: 18 and over

“Fuck daddy yes. Please, just like that!” You yank at Yoongi’s hair, shamelessly grinding against his erection while he tugs and sucks on your nipples. He growls against your soft flesh, the sounds of you reaching your climax seemingly driving him wild. “God, I need you inside of me daddy, please!” You beg. He releases your nipple from his lips, looking up at you with lust in his eyes. He licks his lips, opening his mouth to speak. “Meow! Meow! Meow!” You look at him in confusion. “What?”

*Meow! Meooorrrrwww! *

You stretch your entire body, rolling over to see you have 15 minutes left on your alarm, too bad your cat hadn’t picked up on that notion. “No Frenchie! Go back to bed!” You grumble. She leaps up onto your bed now, kneading into your belly. You whine from under the covers. “I’m gonna give you away you pest.” You threaten, jumping up from the bed causing her to leap to the ground. You stamp into the kitchen and prep her breakfast. She happily noms away allowing you to pet her as she does. You head back to your room to turn off your alarm and get ready for a shower when an idea pops into your head. You grab you phone from the side table and sit down on your bed, removing your pajama top. You pull your hair forward, making sure to cover your breasts so just a bit of nipple shows through, and you snap a couple of selfies. You review them, choosing your favorite and send it to Yoongi with the caption ‘I woke up so wet thinking of you daddy.’ You sit for a moment, biting your lip, waiting for a response and then wonder to yourself if he would even be awake this early, seeing as how he is always late for work. With no response you hop in the shower, emerging fresh and clean. You dress in black dress pants, a white button-down shirt, and black cardigan, keeping it open instead of buttoned up. After applying some makeup and straightening your hair you head out the door. Your phone finally buzzes, and excitement fills your belly only to be crushed by a text from Becca, informing you she will be out the rest of the week. You frown and shove your phone in your bag.

A loud honk startles you, “Excuse me miss, I heard someone was in need of a cleanup crew?” You turn to the voice and smile wide at Yoongi driving slowly beside you as you walk. “Get in beautiful.” You wait for him to stop and hop in. “You missed more than a few buttons today.” He teases. “Oh shush.” He laughs leaning towards you to plant a soft kiss on your lips. “You didn’t answer my text!” You shove him away. “Of course, I did. Surprise!” He waves his hands in the air. “So, you came all the way over here, because of my photo?” You give him a suspicious look. He nods. “Uh, yeah, I did. Do you think I wake this early cause I like to? When I saw the picture, I had to make sure you hadn’t lost you mind completely after last night. Can’t have you revolting you know. First, it’s the shoulders, a little bit of thigh, and then it’s free the nipple.” You laugh out loud at his comment. “I love you,” You giggle, covering your mouth quickly, “I mean, like your humor. Not that I actually love you. It's just an expression that I use. I’m sorry, I’m over explaining.” He gives you a sly smile but says nothing. Your heart races in your chest and you begin to shake your leg nervously. “Wanna grab some coffee before we get to the office?” He asks, resting his hand gently on your shaking leg and giving it a comforting squeeze. You look at him and he winks at you. “Calm down kitten. Daddy’s got you.” You immediately stop shaking your leg, swallowing slowly. “Yeah, sure, coffee sounds nice.” He nods and focuses back on the road. You arrive at the office garage and your nerves kick in. “Maybe we should go up separately, so people don’t think anything.” Yoongi looks over at you puzzled. “What would people think? That one coworker gave another a ride to work?” “You know what I mean Yoongi.” “No, I don’t. Do you not want to be seen with me because that’s the vibe I’m getting?” You scoff at his accusation. “That’s not true.” “Good, so let’s get up there. I think this will be the first time I’m on time in like a year.”

You both arrive upstairs to find the boss standing by your desk. “Ah, Y/N, Yoongi! Good morning. Y/N, I need you to come with me and meet the new guy. He is just a temp tester we will have here until Rebecca comes back; he will be working on the other games we have launching. I’ll need you to show him the ropes, lend him your expertise, show him some of the cool things we’ve been working on with the new game. I’m counting on you.” You nod, following behind the boss to the conference room, Yoongi not far behind. “Taehyung, this is Y/N, and this is Yoongi, he’s in graphics. They are actually on a team together working on the new game.” Your face drops as Taehyung greets you with a smile. “What the fuck?” Yoongi whispers under his breath. “Hello, it’s nice to meet you both. I’m excited to help out.” “Taehyung here is my soon to be son in law.” You and Yoongi both look at each other and then to Taehyung. “Now I trust you will take good care of him Y/N. Yoongi, you can get to work. Have a good day everyone.” Your boss walks out, leaving the three of you to stare at one another. “Hello Jagi.” “Don’t call her that.” Yoongi all but growls. “Min Yoongi, right? Nice to see you again. I thought I heard him say you could get to work, no?” Taehyung smirks at Yoongi. You turn to face Yoongi, who is staring daggers into Taehyung. “Please, just go. Its ok. I’m fine.” He shrugs and pulls you towards him. Your body tenses. “You know I don’t trust that guy.” He whispers. “I know but let’s not draw unneeded attention to ourselves. You can trust me. Come on Yoongi, don’t tell me your jealous?” You giggle, trying to lighten the mood but soon stop once you notice Yoongi’s stern face. “You have absolutely no reason to be jealous Yoongi.” He nods, shoving his hands in his pockets. “Well, I’ll see you at lunch yeah?” He looks you over. “Uh, I don’t know. I have to train him and show him what Becca has been working on.” You tell him. “Yeah, and you have to eat.” Yoongi snaps. The jealousy in Yoongi causes you alarm, he always seems so confident, you couldn’t imagine him being threatened by another man. You give him a smile, hoping it will help him feel more comfortable. “Don’t smile at me like that. This isn’t a game. I’ll see you at lunch.” Yoongi declares, giving Taehyung a dirty look before walking off.

You turn to face Taehyung, “Did I hear that right? Did he say soon to be SON in law?” Taehyung nods. “So, all this time the woman you were fucking behind my back was my boss’ daughter?” “I didn’t know that then Jagi. I only just realized,” You laugh at his words, “You have to believe me.” He urges, moving towards you. “I don’t have to do anything.” “Tell me Jagi, is that Min Yoongi your boyfriend now?” “And if he is?” You cross your arms. “Has he told you then?” “Told me what?” “That he slept with my fiancé?” You heart drops to the pit of your stomach. “He mentioned that he had a one-night stand with the boss’ daughter.” “Yeah, well, imagine my surprise when she threw it my face that she too had an affair. We had a terrible fight, and she says to me that I’m not the only one with prospects. Then she gives me a name, Min Yoongi, and at first, I’m trying to figure out where I know the name from. Well, when it hit me, I was shocked to say the least Jagi.” “Hurts doesn’t it? Getting cheated on?” You spew. “It does. What hurts more though is doubting whether the child your fiancé is carrying is yours. Tell me Jagi, how well do you really know him? I told you I had a bad feeling about him. You shouldn’t trust him.” Tears burn at the back of your eyes and you begin to stutter. “No, you're wrong. It’s your baby.” You say shakily. Taehyung says nothing, instead just shrugs, seemingly unbothered. “Excuse me. I have to go to the restroom.” You run out of the conference room and straight to the bathroom. Once locked in you begin to quietly sob. Surely Yoongi would’ve mentioned impregnating some girl, wouldn’t he? You keep your hand over your mouth to hold back your cries. You soon gather yourself, checking your makeup in the mirror. “I won’t let him do this to me. Not anymore.” You say to yourself in the mirror. You escape the restroom and head to your desk to find Taehyung already seated at Rebecca’s desk. “I didn't mean to upset you. Look, he doesn’t know about us, my father-in-law I mean. I’d like to keep it that way.” You nod. “Sure. I'll keep my mouth shut if you keep yours shut, about Yoongi and I.” He eyes you suspiciously. “So, he is your boyfriend?” “I never said that. Now, Let’s focus on your training.” You clear your throat and turn to your computer, an alert popping up on the screen.

Minyoon93: How’s it going? I figure we go out for lunch today. BBQ place? I'll grill you a nice steak.

You sniffle a bit reading Yoongi's message. Your heart pounding thinking of what Taehyung alleged. “I could definitely go for some BBQ.” Taehyung says, reading over your shoulder. You close the window off. “What are you doing? You are not coming to lunch with us. Go back to your station.” You suck your teeth at him. “Oh, Jagi but I am, you didn’t think I took this position because of you, did you? No, it’s because I intend to make Min Yoongi’s life a living hell. I’m going to make things so bad for him, he won’t make it to launch. So,” He leans in close, hate in his eyes, “write him back and tell him you’d love to join him for lunch. Let’s say around noon.” He smiles, moving back towards Rebecca’s desk. “And if I don’t?” He snorts at your attempt to boldness. “Then I tell your boss all about you and Yoongi and we both know how bad he’s been itching to fire his ass.” “Who are you Kim Taehyung? I feel like I never knew you at all.” Taehyung gives you a thin smile. “I’m sorry Jagi. I wish you weren’t involved but since you are all I can ask is that you stay out of my way.” You immediately feel sick to your stomach, had you truly not known Taehyung at all? You needed to warn Yoongi without potentially ruining his position here at work.

Noon rolls around and Yoongi arrives promptly to pick you up. “Lunch time already? Time flies when you have an amazing teacher training you all day.” Taehyung stretches, smiling brightly at Yoongi. “Sorry friend, you're not invited.” He informs Taehyung, reaching out his hand for you to grab. “Oh, Jagi invited me. Didn't want me to feel left out. This wasn't a date was it?” He chuckles. Yoongi shoots you an annoyed look and starts for the elevator without you. You roll your eyes at Taehyung who wiggles his brows at you, following you to the elevator. “BBQ, right?” Taehyung asks. No one responds but you watch as Yoongi white knuckles the grab bar in the elevator. You all exit, you and Yoongi walking ahead. “It's not what you think, he’s got this vendetta against you. We need to find time to talk alone.” You whisper to Yoongi. “You ruined any chance of that by inviting him.” Yoongi whispers back. “Secrets?” Taehyung asks, shoving between the two of you. “Just asking Yoongi if he's finished with my notes on the new levels.” You offer. Taehyung nods, opening the door to the restaurant. “So, how long have you two been dating?” Taehyung asks once you've been seated. Yoongi chuckles, clearly pissed off. “We aren't dating.” You cut in, getting a look of disdain from Yoongi. You realize your mistaken and go to reach for his hand, but he pulls it under the table. “How long are you temping for?” Yoongi asks Taehyung. “Through launch. Rebecca being out throws a wrench in things for my father-in-law, so I was asked to help out.” “I didn't know you gamed. You look like one of those stock guys.” Taehyung laughs at Yoongi’s assumption. “Yeah, I get that a lot. You, on the other hand, look like a gamer. Shaggy hair, rocker clothes, you look like you don't really put much effort into anything but sleeping and gaming. I, on the other hand, love gaming, gaming is how I met Y/N. I guess we have that in common.” “We do have that in common. Although don't let my look fool you. I put all my effort into everything I do. Right kitten?” You look up at Yoongi and can feel your face turn red. You clear your throat and begin to stutter. You tuck your hair behind your ear, happy to see the waitress arrive. Taehyung does the honor of ordering, while Yoongi starts the grill. “So, tell me friend, what's the real reason you took this position? I know it isn't because you wanted to be helpful to your father-in-law.” Yoongi leans back in his seat.

Taehyung gives Yoongi a wide smile. “You’re right. I could care less about this stupid launch. I'm here because of you.” Yoongi scoffs, “Because of me? And why exactly is that?” “Did you know?” Yoongi's brow furrows and he can't help but stifle a chuckle. “Know what exactly?” “Did you know she was pregnant when you fucked her?” Your eyes shoot open as Taehyung stares pure hatred at Yoongi. You look between both men, waiting nervously for an answer. Yoongi sighs, crossing his arms, looking over to you then back to Taehyung. “Yes.” He says plainly. You gag on your own saliva, covering your gasp with your hand. “You fucking asshole!” Taehyung jumps over the table to grab at Yoongi. You shout as he knocks over the beverages. Yoongi shoves Taehyung back into his seat. “She knew you were cheating,” Yoongi shouts, “She slept me with to get back at you.” “I should kill you.” Taehyung seethes. “Yoongi, how could you? She was pregnant with another man's child.” You whimper, tears forming. “She wasn't far along and anyway she told me after we were done. Look, I never said I was Saint ok. I didn't know Taehyung was her fiancé or your ex. I don't owe any of you anything.” You let a tear fall. “You're right. You don't owe me anything.” “I told you he was no good Jagi.” Taehyung comforts you by taking your hand. “That's rich coming from the cheating ex.” “You may not owe her anything Yoongi, but you owe me everything and everything I will have. It's going to bring me such pleasure watching you lose it all. Come Jagi, let’s get out of here.” You stand with Taehyung, Yoongi jumping up. “You’re not leaving with him, Y/N.” “Will you stop her? Please, I dare you to try.” Taehyung taunts. “I don't owe you anything Yoongi.” You spat, leaving the restaurant with Taehyung, not looking back when you hear a fist collide with a wall.

You hadn't bothered to talk to Taehyung since lunch and he didn't bother you, instead working quietly at Rebecca’s desk. You hadn't noticed either, if Yoongi walked in, too immersed in your levels to pay attention, your heart still breaking over his words at lunch. ‘I don't owe any of you anything.’ Sure, you guys weren't anything official, but his lack of empathy was what truly hurt you. How could he be so cold?

Minyoon93: We need to talk kitten. Please.

You look over your shoulder to find Taehyung focused on his computer screen, happy your headphones were on to keep the alert from sounding out loud in the small space you both shared.

Y/L/N/Birth year: I’m not interested honestly, besides what happened to not owing anyone anything?

Minyoon93: I felt cornered, I’m sorry, please, please let's talk.

Y/L/N/Birth year: I can't right now but I’ll stop by later with my notes.

Minyoon93: I'll be waiting.

“Jagi.” Taehyung's voice causes you to jump. “What?” You spin around after closing the chat window quickly. “I'm done with these levels you gave me if you want me to move on I can.” You simply nod, having gave Taehyung other games to work on. “Hey,” He rolls towards you, “I'm sorry about lunch. I know you liked that guy but it's better to find out early that he's a scum bag. Just between us, you didn't sleep with him, did you?” “That's none of your business. Just focus on your work.” You snap. Taehyung smirks at you causing your blood to boil, knowing he knows the answer to his question simply from your body language. After all these years he could still read you like a book. “I’m glad Jagi. He doesn’t deserve to know you intimately.” You snarl at him with anger in your eyes. “I never said we weren’t intimate. We just haven’t slept together. Did you think you’d be the only man in my life forever Kim Taehyung?” You stand grabbing your notes from your desk. “I’m going to drop these off. I’ll be back.” Taehyung stands with you. “I’ll come along.” He offers. “No! Thank you.” You throw your hand up causing him to take his seat. You release a proud huff and walk off towards Yoongi’s desk. You stand behind him for a moment and chuckle to yourself as you watch his leg shake frantically whilst he chews at his fingernails. “Nervous?” You whisper. He looks over towards you, dropping his hand from his mouth, and standing. He goes to reach for you but stops himself, looking around instead. “I’m sorry about lunch. I shouldn’t have said what I said. You deserve an explanation. I don’t want us to start things off on a bad foundation. I’m not a bad guy. If you just give me a chance to show you.” You lift your hand, pressing a finger to his lips to quiet him. “Now isn’t a good time for this. There’s too much going on and too many people around. Let’s talk later. You can drive me home.” He nods at you, pressing his lips into your finger. You hand him your notepad. “Levels 11 through 20 are done.” You say with a large grin. “You’re awesome. I’ll go over these now.” He takes the notepad and drops it on his desk. You turn to walk off but Yoongi grabs your hand, tugging you back. “No one's looking, kiss me, please. I want to feel your lips against mine.” You feel your face flush, darting your head around to see if indeed no one was looking. “I’m still mad at you.” You whisper, leaning towards him. “I know kitten, I know.” You gently press your lips to his, instantly swept up in his commanding mouth. You moan softly causing him to bite on your lip as you part. “I have to go. We’ll talk later.” You lick your lips, walking off.

At 5pm Yoongi arrives at your desk with notes in hand, “All done.” You look up at him with a small grin. “Wow. That was fast! I think one quick look at everything, and we may be ready to present to the boss for review week.” Yoongi nods, looking over at Taehyung who is clearly immersed in your conversation. “You guys make a great team!” Taehyung chimes in after a moment of silence. “Yeah well, it's time to go so, are you ready?” Yoongi asks you cautiously, side eyeing Taehyung. You nod, straightening out your desk before standing to leave. “Have a goodnight you two.” Taehyung smiles, waving you both off. You both get into the elevator and you can feel the tension building between you and Yoongi. “That was odd, no?” You ask. “It was. I don’t trust him. He’s up to something. I don’t think we should touch or talk much until we are out of the building.” Yoongi whispers. You nod, following behind him to his car. You both sit in silence for a while as he drives you home. “So, you wanted the chance to explain yourself.” You start. Yoongi sighs. “What I did with Taehyung’s fiancé, that was stupid. I truly had no clue who she was to him or you or any of this. She was beautiful and she flirted with me. I had already taken her to my place when she told me she had a boyfriend. I wanted to stop everything right then and there, but she was adamant about getting him back for cheating on her. She said she found things in his phone and she was really hurt. I guess I felt bad which is horrible to say and so I slept with her. It was after we, well you know, that she told me she was pregnant. She was only a few weeks then. She had just found out, she was emotional, embarrassed. I was so angry at her for not telling me before, not truly giving me an opportunity to say no in the matter. She said she knew I wouldn’t sleep with her if I knew. Look, I’m sorry. I get it if you don’t want to continue to see me or whatever. Just know my feelings for you haven’t changed.” You swallow hard, thinking about everything he just said. You wanted to be mad, hell you couldn’t help the fact that you were jealous, but in this moment, you could tell he was being honest, and you wanted nothing more than to forgive him. However, you had questions, so many questions. “You can ask me whatever you want kitten. I’m an open book for you.” He replies as if reading your mind. “Did you use protection?” He smirks at the question. “Of course, I did. I always use protection.” You nod. “Did you like it?” You immediately slap your forehead the minute the question leaves your mouth. He full on laughs now. “It's ok, don’t be embarrassed. Its normal to feel jealous. I’d be lying if I said Taehyung being around didn’t make me jealous.” You look over at him in confusion. “Really?” “Hell yeah really. He’s extremely handsome, and he’s literally the only man to have made love to you. Of course, I’m jealous.” You smile to yourself. “You don’t need to be jealous. I think your handsome, sexy even.” He smirks. “Thank you, kitten. To answer your question, full disclosure, yes, I enjoyed it but what man doesn’t really enjoy sleeping with a beautiful girl? Besides, it’s not how I enjoy being with you. It's different being with you. You make me feel like I can love again you know. Like there is more out there for me. Anyway, you don’t have to be jealous of anyone from my past. None of that matters for me. All I can think about is you, us.”

He pulls into your parking garage and parks, looking over at you. “Any other questions? Anything you want to just know?” “Do you want to come up? We can make up.” You lick your lips suggestively with a shrug. He chuckles, pressing his folded hands into his crotch. “I do but I won’t. Not yet kitten. It's not right just yet.” You reach your hand over, under his linked fingers, and palm his growing erection. He groans quietly and you feel your pussy moisten. “I want to make you feel good. What’s not right about that? I want to suck your cock daddy, please.” He sucks in a breath at your brazen comment. “Damn kitten, you shouldn’t tease me like that.” “I’m not teasing. God you don’t know how often I dream about you; how bad I want you? Do you wanna know what I dreamt about just last night?” You whisper, cupping Yoongi’s balls and giving them a good squeeze. You lean in and kiss his open pout softly, “Do you want me to show you daddy?” You moan into his mouth. He raises his hand into your hair and grips tightly, shoving his tongue into your mouth. You mewl at his desperation, reaching to undo his belt. He stops you, causing you to whimper. “Not yet baby but soon I promise. I want all of you, but it has to be right. When you’re ready to be mine completely.” You sit back in your seat and pout. “Don’t do that baby. You know how I find it irresistible.” He leans over and kisses you again, the same thought passing through your head; Be BRAVE.

You spring forward, sure not to break the kiss, climbing over the gear shift and into Yoongi’s lap. He moans as you dig your hands into his hair, tugging on his soft shaggy locks. He grips your waist tightly, dragging you along his erection. “This time we’re both gonna cum.” You tease, catching his bottom lip in your teeth and tugging. He groans at your sudden rough behavior, even you are surprised at yourself, but you needed him so badly. The thought of him leaving right now, jealously over another woman, and all the stress of having Taehyung around was slowly building up inside you and all you wanted was this man and the sweet release you knew he could bring you. You grind down shamelessly over and over in his lap, moaning out like a true kitten in heat. You feel yourself moisten under his heated gaze, his cheeks flushed, his hands only gripping tighter and tighter on your hips. “You need to know now; I’m not going to cum Kitten.” He pants. You smirk, unbuttoning your shirt to reveal your sheer bra. He looks over your breast, licking his lips at the sight of your hardened nipples pressing against their soft barrier. “You sure about that daddy?” You mewl, releasing one of your tits, tugging and twirling your bud in your hand. “Fuck.” He whispers, tossing his head back against the headrest. You feel his cock twitch beneath you and it only motivates you to grind harder against him. “You’re going to cum!” You almost threaten. He gives you a slick smile, leaning forward to plant kisses along your neck. Once he reaches your ear, he whispers softly to you, “Don’t test me kitten. You’re not in charge here.” You whimper at the feel of him bite down on your earlobe, slowly making his way back down your neck, collar bone, and to your exposed breast. He bites the bare flesh hard causing you to cry out. He soon suckles at the spot, creating a dark purple mark. “Yoongiiii, don’t.” You pout. “Mm, but you look so sexy with my mark on you. I’m going to have so much fun leaving marks all over you.” He teases, licking at your nipple through hooded eye lids. You groan at the sight, gasping at the feel of Yoongi shifting below you to press his thigh between your legs. “How about instead of stopping this all together, daddy lets you fuck yourself on his thigh? Let me see your gorgeous fucked out face.” He pants from between your cleavage, slowly rubbing his button nose between your mounds.

You lean back slightly, shoving your breast further into his face, feeling safe wrapped in his arms as you grind against his clenched thigh. Your clit burns with need as you press her firmly against him, grinding unabashedly once again. He soon begins panting with you, watching you closely as you bring yourself closer and closer to climax. Your core soon burns with your impending orgasm. You rock harder against him, feeling the car shake with your every motion. You notice the windows have fogged over, your belly tightening and your skin goosing. “That’s it baby, cum for daddy.” You throw your head back, hit with the hot waves of your climax. Your cunt trembles with every gasp and you can feel you’ve soaked through your dress pants. You slowly stop your movements and lower your head to meet Yoongi’s gaze. “You. Are. So. Fucking. Beautiful.” He declares, taking you by the mouth into a powerful kiss. “I want more. I want you.” You whisper into his mouth, tugging at his belt. He smirks. “Soon kitten. Very soon. I promise.” He kisses you on the cheek softly when a hard knock on the window causes you both to jump. You yank your shirt closed, leaping towards the passenger seat. “It’s ok kitten. Calm down.” You nod, frantically buttoning your shirt. Yoongi rolls down the window to find the parking attendant standing beside him. “Sir, do you live here?” “Uh, no, I was just dropping off my girlfriend who does live here.” “Alright well, there’s no loitering. So, I have to ask you to leave.” Yoongi nods, hitting the button to pull the window back up. “Girlfriend huh?” You smile. “Didn’t know what else to say. No pressure. I should get going though. I can pick you up in the morning. We can drive in to work together.” “I’d like that.” You nod, leaning over to kiss him again. “I’ll see you in the morning.” You go to leave but turn to Yoongi again. “We have to be careful at work. I’m afraid for you, for us. Taehyung isn’t going to let things go quietly. We should try to keep the peace.” He nods. “I know baby and I agree but let’s not worry about that. Let’s just get through this launch and soon he will be out of our hair. It's going to be ok. I promise.” You nod at Yoongi’s confidence, leaning in to kiss him goodbye once more. He rubs his fingers along your cheek gently and you exit the car and head up to your apartment.

The following morning, you’re beaming as you head downstairs to meet Yoongi. He’s parked out front, patiently waiting for you. “Morning.” You greet, hopping into the car. “Morning kitten!” He beams, leaning over to kiss you. He points to the cup holders between you and you smile wide at the sight of fresh coffee. “You’re too sweet but I think it was my turn to get the coffee this morning.” He shakes his head. “I'll never let you pay for anything again.” You blush a bit at his comment, hiding behind your coffee cup as you sip. “You look great by the way.” You take note of his dangling earrings, ripped blue jeans, black button down, and red and black bomber. He looks down at himself and shrugs. “You look better baby. God, I love those fucking cardigans.” You roll your eyes at him, yanking at the collar of your bright yellow buttoned up cardigan to reveal you’re not wearing a shirt underneath. He sucks in a breath before licking his lips. “Every day is a surprise with you Kitten. I gotta say I am enjoying discovering all your pretty layers. Never a dull moment.” You giggle now. “So, how was your evening? You know after you left me?” He smiles wide at your question, revealing his gums. “Didn't I tell you if you want to ask me something, you’re just going to have to come right out and ask it?” He gives you a sinful smile now. You feel your cheeks flush and you shrug. “Say what you need to say kitten.” You take a deep breath and release a slow sigh. “Did you make yourself cum thinking of me last night?” You whisper. “Did you want me to?” “You can't answer my question with a question.” You whine. He looks you over and you do your best to avoid eye contact. He grabs your chin now, forcing you to make eye contact with him. “I didn't,” He smirks, leaning to whisper in your ear, “I'm saving it all for your greedy cunt.” He straightens up, checking his mirrors before driving while you sit in shock, your pussy tightening with need. You begin to stutter but can't find the words. “Let's get going before we end up being late.” You swallow hard and just nod, collecting your thoughts. “We should maybe do something this weekend. I mean, outside the office, like normal people.” You clear your throat, nervously awaiting his response. “So, like a date?” He looks at you briefly, to wink and then back at the road. “Yeah, like a date. You can meet my cat.” “Oh, I’ve met your cat baby.” You suck your teeth, swatting at his arm, soliciting a cute chuckle from him. “I’m kidding baby, of course we can do something this weekend. Anything you want.” “Good, I’ll look into some things and let you know over lunch.” “You got it kitten.”

“Good morning you two.” Taehyung greets from Rebecca’s desk as you both approach. “I’ll see you at noon.” Yoongi whispers, tugging at your pinky before walking off to his desk. “Morning Tae. How was your evening?” You inquire, taking your seat. “Informative and yours?” You look at him now with suspicion in your eyes. “What’s going on Taehyung? You’ve been, I don’t know, too nice.” He purses his lips slightly and shrugs. “I don’t know what you mean Jagi. I’m sorry you feel that way.” “Don't bullshit me ok! You came in all guns blazing about how you were going to ruin Yoongi’s life and now suddenly, its great teamwork and good mornings? What's going on?” He chuckles and shakes his head. “You really need to calm down Jagi. You’re too wound up. I don’t ever recall you being this way when we were together.” He runs his fingers down your arm and you quickly swat his hand away. “Don't touch me.” He nods. “We should get to work. Lot’s to do today.” He turns to his computer, covering his ears with his headphones.

Y/L/N/Birth year: Taehyung is definitely up to something. In other news, I looked up and reserved a slot for us at the art museum. Not sure if you're into that stuff but I figure it would be fun. Saturday at noon, I know you're not an early bird. Let me know what you think.

Minyoon93: Hold onto your seat Kitten cause I have a huge surprise for you...I love art!! Ha-ha, I can't wait to spend the day with you. Sounds great to me! In other news (imagining your cute voice saying this), don’t stress the ex!! We can worry about him another time. He isn't significant. Lunch on me today. ;-*

Your heart beamed reading Yoongi’s message and you tried to remember the last time it was that you felt this enamored with someone. “Jagi,” Taehyung’s voice crawled up your spine like a snake, “I am all done with these levels also. What would you like me to start on next?” You turn to him and rummage through the items on Rebecca’s desk. “Peter is the graphics guy working with Rebecca on these levels, you can walk over your notes to him and then start on this next.” You hand him another thumb drive with a different game. He nods with a smile. “Is it ok to wait till the end of the day to drop it off? I want to give everything to him all at once.” “Sure. Whatever you��d like.” You smile and turn back to your desk, unable to shake the nagging feeling that something is wrong.

At just about 10am, you receive an email from the boss about a ‘Launch Team Lunch’ at noon. “There go my lunch plans.” You whisper to yourself. At just before noon, you make your way to the conference room, where there is a huge spread of sushi and salad for the team. “Hey there gorgeous.” Yoongi whispers in your ear. You turn to face him, and he winks at you. “Guess we will have to settle for seeing each other after work.” You whisper to him. He nods, grabbing some food and following you to the table to sit down. Your boss soon enters. “Welcome team! I am happy to announce that many of you have finished the levels that you have been working on and I am beyond proud of the work we have all come together to accomplish. With that being said, please take this lunch as just a token of my appreciation. Monday is final review, Wednesday is submission day, and Friday will be a fabulous launch party. Everyone is invited!” Everyone in the conference room erupts into applause at the news. “I am very excited to get this game out to the public and the higher ups are excited to close this deal! Y/N! Yoongi! Amazing teamwork, you two were the first two to get everything done so I am most proud of the two of you. I expected nothing less. Yoongi, please stay after work today for your annual review. That’s all people, enjoy lunch and let's get this game to launch!” Everyone claps again as the boss exits the room. “Should I be concerned about this review?” You lean over and ask Yoongi. He shakes his head, shoving a roll in his mouth. “Same thing every year. Work on your lateness, be more respectful of your workplace, keep up the good work. Its fine kitten. Don’t worry.” He swallows with a nod. You nod with him but again can't shake this feeling. “How will you get home?” He breaks through your thoughts, wiping his mouth. You chuckle, “Uh, public transportation, same way I did before you started driving me.” “Alright, well, I’ll call you later after I’m done here and pick you up tomorrow for our date.” “Sounds like a plan.” “Wanna sneak out? Go to my car? We have some time left and I can go for some dessert.” He licks his lips, looking up at you from under his bangs. “What are you thinking? The coffee shop.” You say brightly, sitting up. He smiles at you and shakes his head. “Come. Let’s go.” He gets up and walks out, you following behind him. You both move quickly out of the office and to the elevators, making your way through the garage to Yoongi’s car. You walk over to passenger side and furrow your brow at Yoongi who makes his way behind you. “What are you doing?” He raises his eyebrows, opening the back door and taking you by the hand to lead you to the back seat. You can’t help but laugh as he helps you take a seat, looking around before he climbs in beside you. “Yoongi, what are we doing? I thought you wanted to grab dessert.” He tilts his head at you as realization crosses your face. “Lie back baby.” He whispers. You slide back slightly and lie across the back seat. Yoongi looks over your body, turning to lean on his knees, grabbing your right leg and crossing it to the other side of his body. “Yoongi.” You swallow hard, feeling yourself clench around nothing. “Shh, I got you baby.” He says, gripping your thigh to pull your body down towards his. You squeal a bit as he covers your body with his, wrapping his lips around yours.

You moan wrapping your arms around his neck while shoving your tongue in his mouth. He slides his hand up and gently squeezes your breast before making his way back down your body, his hands playfully exploring your body, landing on the button of your dress pants. He unbuttons them with ease, tugging down the zipper, and pushing his hand into them to squeeze your thick mound. You groan, thrusting forward, desperate for friction. He soon lifts his hand up slightly to tuck his hand into your panties, gliding his middle finger along your slit. “Damn kitten. I haven’t even touched you yet and already you’re soaked.” He licks at your earlobe. “God, you don’t know how bad I want you.” You tremble under his touch. He chuckles against your ear, making his way to your neck, using his slender fingers to part your lips to coat his tips in your arousal. He pulls his fingers from your pants and shoves them in his mouth. “Delicious.” He pants, lifting off you to tug your pants and panties off. You gasp at the cold seat touching your ass. He continues to yank until the garments are off completely, sinking between your legs. “Oh, fuck, Yoongi! People will see us.” You try lifting your head until you feel Yoongi glide his tongue through your slit. “Oh fuck!” You cry out. Yoongi grips your thighs, latching on to your needy clit and slurping luridly on it. You cry out curses amazed at how quickly you can foresee this ending. He soon wiggles his head, using his nose to dig deeper into your cunt. You moan and groan as he bobs his head up and down your inner and outer folds, nibbling and suckling until he finds your entrance.

Your back arches as he growls, quickly entering you with his tongue, fucking you with rapid thrusts. You slowly begin to grind against his face, spreading your legs wide with the desperate need to have your clit massaged. Yoongi picks up on your cues and begins to suck your labia into his mouth, slowly making his way back up to your swollen bud. He looks up at you as he wraps his mouth around your clit again. You cry out under his gaze, the sweet feeling of figure eights activating all your nerve ending. He pants against your sex switching now between figure eights and suckling, sending your senses to over drive as you feel your walls clench and your belly tighten. “I’m gonna cum soon daddy. It feels so fucking good.” He smirks against your pussy, bringing a hand over to slowly dip his first two fingers in and out of your entrance while still servicing your clit. Your thighs begin to shake with the feeling of that coil deep inside you twisting tightly. “Daddy.” You pant over and over, your eyes rolling back when you feel him enter you fully with his fingers, curling them to meet your g-spot. Your coil soon shatters, a scream escaping your throat, your body trembling uncontrollably with the most intense orgasm coursing through you. Yoongi continues to rub and kiss your cunt until your body stops trembling, only lifting his head when you’ve seemed to calm. “How’s that for more?” He smiles, licking your arousal from his face. “That was amazing.” You lull, giggling with your hands over your face. He grabs your pants and assist you in putting them on in the tight space. You soon lean over to kiss him, tasting yourself on his lips.

“When do I get to repay the favor?” You ask, reaching down between his thighs. He catches your hand and brings it to his lips for a kiss. “Soon baby.” He says, looking to his watch. “Why won't you let me do anything to you?” He looks at you confused. “You do so much to me baby.” “I mean fuck you. Suck you off. Jerk you off anything.” He laughs wide, his face dropping when he realizes you’re not joking around. “Oh kitten, come on. I just want to enjoy you. Besides, why do we need to rush? You really do, do so much to me and for me that’s enough.” You scoff. Exiting the car. Yoongi soon follows behind you. “Kitten, please, don’t be upset.” “You don’t want me to touch you. Why?” You poke his chest now. “I do, believe me I do. I want all of you. Do you think I don’t want to be inside of you already? I just want it to be right.” “You’re hiding something, and I am sick to death of people hiding things from me.” You start to stomp off, stopping for a minute when you hear something clatter in the distance. “What was that?” You whisper. “What,” Yoongi asks, looking around, “I didn’t hear anything.” You roll your eyes and continue to the elevators. “Kitten, I promise, it’s not what you think. Please, trust me ok. I would never hurt you or hide anything from you on purpose.” You shrug and look him over. “Whatever.” He sighs, pinching his nose as the elevator doors open and you both enter. He swallows hard, looking up at the cameras, “I promise kitten. It's nothing bad. I really like you. Please, don’t be upset with me. Say you’re not mad or else I’m going to kiss you right here and now in this elevator and I don’t care who sees.” You look at him with narrowed eyes. He lifts his head to the cameras again then to you, raising his brows. You sigh. “That’s blackmail you know.” He shrugs. “Fine. I’m not mad. I do trust you. It's just…waiting sucks.” He nods and smiles just as the elevator opens on your floor. “The wait is almost over. I’ll call you tonight kitten.” You nod at him, heading to your desk.

You sigh to yourself, noticing Taehyung missing from his desk, wondering if he is in the conference room grabbing food for himself. You look over your cubicle to see if you catch a glimpse of him down the hall. “What are we looking for?” His voice creeps from behind you. You yelp at his unexpected pop up. “Where were you?” You question, holding your chest. “Grabbing lunch.” He smiles, holding up a delivery bag. He walks past you and plops down in Rebecca’s seat, unloading his lunch. You eye him suspiciously before taking your own seat and continuing your last minute projects.

Minyoon93: Get home safe Kitten.

Y/L/N/Birth year: You too. Can’t wait to have naughty phone sex later. LOL.

Minyoon93: O_O I’ll be sure to make this thing brief.

You log off soon after and head home. By 7:30pm you’ve showered, ate, fed Frenchie, and are on your bed waiting for Yoongi’s call.

*8:00pm*

*8:45pm*

*10:20pm*

“Alright, what the hell?” You mumble, picking up the phone and calling Yoongi instead. It rings and ring until, “You have reached the voice-mail box of Min Yoongi…” *BEEP* “Hey its me. Um, I guess your meeting ran late or something and I’m sure you’re exhausted. Anyway, I’ll see you tomorrow morning. I guess around 10ish. We can grab coffee. My treat! Um, have a goodnight and I’ll see you tomorrow. Oh, sorry, I said that already. Hope you’re OK. I’m sure you are. OK. Goodnight. Bye.” You sigh deeply, hanging up the phone, lying back in bed with a heavy feeling in your chest. Would he really not call if he said he was going to? Oh well, he would surely explain in the morning.

*BEEP BEEP BEEP *

You rise early to get in a shower and get pretty for your first date in forever. After checking your phone, you see no missed calls but either way its no big deal to you. By 10am, with no call or sign of Yoongi you decide to call again. “You have reached the voice-mail box of Min Yoongi….” *BEEP* “Hey sleepy head! I hope you set an alarm. I don’t want to miss our time slot so I think I’ll just head over to the museum and just meet you there. When you get this just go straight to the museum. See you soon. Bye.”

11:45am and still no sign of Yoongi, you clear your throat of the giant lump forming as you make one final attempt at reaching out. “You have reached the voice-mail box of Min Yoongi…” *BEEP* “You know if you didn’t want to come on the date you could’ve just told me instead of standing me up. Anyway, sorry to, I don’t know why I’m apologizing. Goodbye Yoongi.” You hang up and walk up to a couple making their way towards the entrance. “Excuse me! Did you guys get tickets yet?” “Not yet.” The young lady says. “Well, you’re in luck. I won’t make it in. Enjoy.” You hand over your tickets and smile wide as they thank you and walk off.

*Mreooowwwwww*

Frenchie greets you as you walk through your front door, tears streaming down your face. You plop down on your couch unable to stop the sobs that escape your throat. Frenchie hops up on the couch beside you, rubbing her body against your side to comfort you. Soon your phone buzzes and you shoot forward, yanking it out of your pocket. You suck your teeth as it lights up with the name Kim Taehyung. “What do you want?” You seethe into the phone. “Hello to you too! I just wanted to check in and see if you wanted to grab lunch.” You rub fresh tears from your eyes, silent on your end. “Jagi? You there?” “Where’s your wife?” You hear Taehyung chuckle. “Fiancé and she is at her parents' home. I told you we fought. She’s been taking time away. Anyway, it's just a lunch among friends. What do you say?” “I’m not in the mood but thank you.” *MREOOWWW* “Is that Frenchie? I’d love to see her. I could come by, bring mandu. What do you say?” You take a deep breath, mulling the idea over in your head. “I don’t know. I don’t think it’s a good idea.” “Oh, come on. What do you have other plans? I’ll be by in about an hour. See you soon Jagi!” He hangs up before you can continue to protest.

In exactly one hour, he arrives with food in hand. “Hi Jagi. You look nice. Did you go out?” He observes you in one glance as he enters. “I went for a walk this morning.” He drops the bag on the table and slides out of his coat, looking around the apartment, his eyes lighting up when he sees Frenchie hop up on the counter. “Hello my love.” He mews, walking over to her. Her eyes shrink as she hops on her hind legs, front paws in the air.... *HISSSSSSSSS*…. She drops down to the ground and scurries off to your bedroom. “What on earth was that?” He looks over at your bedroom in confusion. “You know she's temperamental. Besides, it's been a while since she last saw you. Just come eat.” You grumble, already helping yourself to a mouthful. Taehyung takes a seat across from you and reaches down to grab your foot from the ground. You flinch instinctively but he holds on tightly, slowly beginning to rub your foot. “Don't,” You whine, “It's inappropriate.” “Because of Yoongi?” He asks causing your heart to jump at the sound of Yoongi’s name. “Because of your soon to be wife!” You shout, yanking your foot from his grasp. “Its never stopped us before.” He smirks suggestively. You scoff, sitting up straighter in your seat. “What happened to wanting to do right by her?” He shakes his head. “You really know how to ruin a moment.” He says, focusing on his plate. You stand and head into the kitchen to grab water, taking a moment to calm your nerves, when you feel Taehyung press his chest against your back. He nuzzles into your hair, running his hand down your arm, slowly trailing kisses down your neck. You release a low sigh, exposing more of your neck for him, losing yourself in the moment. “Yoongi.” You whisper, feeling Taehyung’s body stiffen, his kisses stopping. He spins you to face him and you swallow hard reality hitting you. “He’s never going to touch you again Jagi. Not while I’m around. He doesn’t know you like I do. You��re caught under his spell, his ridiculous charm, but it’s all a façade. Let me show you that I can be all you want and need.” He kisses your lips softly, moving to your earlobe and placing a soft kiss there. “I can be your daddy.” You heart seizes in your chest. “What did you say?” You pull away from him. “What,” He replies puzzled, “Is something wrong?” You shove him away fully. “You need to leave Taehyung. I’m sorry but you have to go.” He shoves his hands in his pocket looking you over, giving a small nod. As he pulls on his jacket, he smiles at you, moving toward you to run his thumb along your bottom lip. “Your mine Jagi. Always and forever. I’ll see you Monday.” He turns and leaves not waiting for you to walk him out.

“Hello! Where have you been? I've been worried sick about you. Why didn't you call?” “I'm so sorry kitten…. I…. We…. just….” “What? I can't hear you. You're coming in and out. Yoongi? Hello?”

*BEEP BEEP BEEP *

You wake to your alarm with a gasp, snatching your phone from your side table to see no missed calls. You hop out of bed with a fire under your ass so great that you are showered and ready to go in 45 minutes. You opt for a skirt today with a low-cut tank top assisted by your best push up bra and a cardigan on top, open for dramatics. You arrive at work promptly at 9am and head straight to the conference room for your final submission to the boss. Your palms are sweaty as you anticipate Yoongi’s arrival. The door opens behind you and your boss walks in, assistant in tow. “Good morning Y/N, I see Yoongi is late but what's new?” You give a tight smile, your leg shaking frantically. At 9:15am, Yoongi strolls in and your cunt nearly bursts at the sight of him. He's wearing skintight black jeans and a white button down that's clinging to his damp chest, even his hair is damp, and you can't help noticing the bags under his eyes. He walks past you, sure to not make eye contact and takes a seat. “Yoongi, we just spoke about lateness.” Your boss scolds. “I apologize.” Yoongi grumbles. You suck your teeth and chuckle at his apology causing both Yoongi and your boss to look at you. “Something funny?” Yoongi snaps. “Just your blatant disregard for the people around you. Other than that, nope nothing.” You snarl. “You missed some buttons on that cardigan mother Teresa.” He clips, turning to face your boss. “Alright enough you two! Now, I’ve reviewed your work and it's amazing. All the kinks are out, and it's been approved by upper management. You guys have been greenlighted. So, you no longer have to work together. I am sure that makes you both happy. Great job to you both! I was very impressed by your dynamic so I may call on you two again to team up in the future. Now, get to work on the other projects you were working on and I will see you both at the launch party. Have a great day!” Your boss applauds you both as he walks out of the room, his assistant in tow. Yoongi sighs, standing to leave, as he walks toward the door you jump up and block his way. “Excuse me." He says dryly, eyeing your cleavage before looking away.

Your eyes shoot open at his disregard for your feelings. “You bastard!” You watch him swallow hard, but he says nothing. “I called you! I waited for you! I went to the museum like an idiot thinking you’d show! I was worried sick about you, and you come in today like what, like you don’t even know me? You owe me an explanation Min Yoongi!” You shout. His eye sink and cheeks flush. “I’m sorry but I shouldn’t have agreed to the date. Its better this way. Clean break.” Your breathing quickens and you begin to stutter. “I, clean break for who? I… I don’t understand. We, the car, and you, all those things you said. How could you do this to me? I let you touch me in ways no man has ever!” “Yeah well, there was a reason I never let you touch me ok and I just think it's better if we end things now before they get out of hand. Don’t make things harder than they need to be.” He snaps. You stutter, stumbling back a bit, reaching for a chair to steady yourself. His face softens and he moves toward you, taking you by the arm. “Hey, ok, wait. Take a deep breath, just relax ok.” You can’t help yourself; you lean towards him and fall into his arms. He tenses at first but slowly hugs you tightly, stroking your hair. “I don’t understand. Why are you doing this? I know you don’t mean this Yoongi. I know you care about me, about us.” You whisper into his chest.

“I’m sorry kitten but I don’t. I lied to you ok. I, I just wanted to fuck you.” You jump back, staring at what feels like a stranger. “Liar! If that was true, we would've fucked that first day, but we never did.” You cry, not bothering to stop the tears from falling. “Why do I need to lie? You practically threw yourself at me that day and I mean I’m a man. Why would I say no? Things were moving slow and I wanted to respect that, besides we had to make the most of working together but once I saw how caught up you got on me, well, honestly, I didn’t really want to get caught up in a relationship if you catch my drift. It was fun while it lasted kitten.” He scratches at the back of his neck, looking down at the ground to avoid eye contact. ‘Perfect,’ you think to yourself as you cock your hand back and slap him hard across the face. Shock spreads across his face quickly as your handprint forms on his fair complexion. His rubs his cheek, nodding, and looking up at you with tears burning in his eyes. “Feel better now?” “I’d feel better to kick you right in the balls you piece of shit! I should've never let you touch me! You’re a pig Min Yoongi. You took advantage of me when you knew all along you had no intention of moving things further. I opened myself up to you. You should be ashamed of yourself! You’re just the same as Kim Taehyung. Lying snakes, the both of you.” You shout. “One day you'll know that's not true.” He responds, walking past you now, leaving you to cry alone.

“Morning Jagi. You ok? You look, drab?” You stare daggers at Taehyung as you enter your cubicle. You sit down at your desk, putting on your headphones and drowning him out. You spend the rest of the day this way. At the end of the night, you hop into the elevator to go home, sighing with relief as the doors begin to close. A hand catches the door before it can close completely and Yoongi walks in. He nods at you briefly and focuses on his phone. The elevator goes to close once more as another hand catches it. Taehyung enters and the two men give each other hateful looks. This time the elevator makes its way down. “So, Jagi, maybe I can stop by again to see you and Frenchie. I had fun this weekend with you. I missed spending time with you.” You cringe at his remark as you catch Yoongi look over at you both from the corner of his eye. You swallow nervously not sure how to respond. “Maybe.” You reply weakly. Yoongi scoffs, scrolling through his phone again. Taehyung looks over at Yoongi and stares at him suspiciously. “Can I help you?” Yoongi asks, never looking up from his phone. “Why are you leaving so early? Hot date?” Taehyung inquires and you feel your heart thrash in your chest. “No why? You offering,” Yoongi looks up now at Taehyung and then over at you, “Or is this a thing again?” Your eyes pop open. “No way! Taehyung is married.” You reply in shock. Yoongi nods, not breaking his gaze. “This is us Jagi.” Taehyung interjects as the elevator reaches the lobby. You nod, still looking at Yoongi as you exit.

“You should really stay away from that guy. Besides I hear he’s fooling around with a woman in graphics.” Taehyung says while opening the lobby door. “Who told you that?” “My father in law. He says he saw them canoodling at his desk, all giggles and whispers. I told he’s no good Jagi.” “You know your father in law is a liar. I wouldn’t go believing all the things he says. I have to go. Have a goodnight.” You hurry off down the street, pulling your phone out and dialing Yoongi’s phone. It rings and your heart pounds. “You have reached the voicemail box of Min Yoongi.” *BEEP* “You know if you were fooling around with someone else you could’ve told me. What’s her name? Did she know about me? I wish I never did those things with you. I hate you Min Yoongi!” You hang up and release an anguished shout.

The following day Taehyung convinces you to go to lunch with him. As he goes on and on about work and the launch and how much he is going to miss working with you, you feel your mind wander. You sit silently trying to recall all your moments with Yoongi, wondering what you missed, had it all been a lie? “Jagi.” You turn to face Taehyung with a hum and he leans in and plants a kiss on your lips. Your eyes pop open and you shove him away. “What are you doing?” “Were you even listening? I said I miss you and I still love you.” You begin to stutter, feeling your face flush, looking around for a waitress to come save you from this moment. As you scan the room you lock eyes with Yoongi, who’s staring at you from the register, food in hand. He looks almost defeated as he turns and walks out of the restaurant. “I... I don’t feel the same Taehyung. How can you even say these things, you’re getting married!” “I know but that doesn’t mean we have to stop seeing each other does it?” You cover your mouth to keep from gagging. “Oh, Taehyung. You are so pathetic for thinking that I could ever be someone’s second choice. This is done, for good. We can keep things professional but that’s it.” He shakes his head hard. “That’s not how this works Jagi. You are mine! Forever!” Your brow furrows at his reaction. “I belong to no one! Goodbye Kim Taehyung. I will see you back at the office.” You get up to leave and Taehyung jumps up shouting, “Hey! I’ll give you time to cool off, but I’d steer clear of pissing me off Jagi. I promise you’ll regret it.” You look around at the patrons all staring at you and leave.

Thursday: POV: MIN YOONGI:

Yoongi shuffles in his seat, staring over the conference room table at Y/N. He groans under his breath staring at her soft mounds poke out the top of her tank top with every deep breath she pulls in. Every day this week she’s worn less and less. He rests his interlocked hands in his lap to hide his growing cock as it twitches in his jeans. She looks over at him through her peripheral vision and Yoongi can’t help but sit taller. She sits forward a bit and peels her cardigan off, exposing her lean arms. Yoongi sighs, unsure of how much more of this he can take. He knows she’s teasing him, wanting a reaction and boy if she only knew how he truly felt. How badly he just wanted to hop over this table and claim her mouth, just the thought of her gagging on his cock sent shivers down his spine, he was so tired of waiting. He had planned to make Saturday so special, it killed him to watch her cry on Monday as he lied about his feelings. Crushed him to know she was spending time with Taehyung. Taehyung, that bastard, the one who started all this trouble, the reason for all this grief. Yoongi’s eyes scanned the room, stopping on Taehyung who lingered in the back of the conference room. He growled to himself, wishing his looks could kill right now as he stared pure death at Taehyung. Taehyung immediately feels Yoongi’s hatred, looking over and locking eyes with him. He gives Yoongi a smug grin before turning away. The same grin he gave Yoongi that night that changed it all for Him and Y/N. If only he could tell her the truth. He was doing this all for her.

Last Friday: POV: MIN YOONGI:

“Yoongi as you know you are an integral part of the team and we are happy to have you working here at the company! I have no real complaints about your work. I just need you to work on your lateness. As a part of said team you need to show up on time, all the time. The people who are here on time don’t like watching you stroll in like you own the place, got it? So, if you do me any favors this year, let that be it. Other than that, I have been speaking with upper management and we want to offer you a new position here, head of graphics, an increase in pay of 25%. I know it's a lot to ask but I hope you’ll say yes.” Yoongi’s eyes shoot open and he leans forward, clearing his throat. “Wow, I am in shock sir. I honestly didn’t think you liked me.” The boss laughs loudly, slamming his hand on the table. “This isn't personal Yoongi. I like that you make me money and you're one of the best graphics guys around. You think I'd let you go off to some other company over petty nonsense or rumors? Look, take some time to mull it over. We can talk about it at launch. I have nothing else to cover. Do you have any questions for me?” “Uh no sir. Thank you.” Yoongi nods. “Alright then, have a great weekend!” The boss stands, tapping Yoongi on the shoulder on the way out. Yoongi sits for a moment alone, smiling wide at the offer he’s been given. He can't wait to call Y/N and tell her. He pulls his phone out of his pocket just as the conference room door opens.

“Good news?” Taehyung asks, walking in and taking a seat across from Yoongi. Yoongi sighs, shoving his phone back in his pocket. “As a matter of fact, it was.” Yoongi replies, standing now to leave. “Uh, before you go. I think we should talk.” Taehyung kicks his feet up on the conference room table. “And what would we ever need to talk about?” “Y/N.” Taehyung replies plainly. Yoongi scoffs, leaning on his hip and scratching his forehead. “When are you going to get it through your head? She doesn’t want to be with you. She’s moved on. Get over it, don’t you have someone to go home to?” Yoongi shakes his head in annoyance and turns to walk out again. “I hacked your computer. You wouldn’t believe what I found on there.” Yoongi freezes at Taehyung’s statement, turning to face him. “You're talking shit.” Yoongi drawls. “You sure about that.... daddy?” Yoongi’s face drops and he leans over the table. “Don't fuck with me Taehyung.” “On the contrary, don’t fuck with ME,” Taehyung drops his feet down off the table and sits upright, “Even better don’t fuck with my girl.” Yoongi laughs out loud. “Your girl? You're delusional and I'm done entertaining you.” Yoongi walks off, only stopping dead at the sound of Y/N’s soft moans, “I need your hands on me, right here, in my tight hole. I want to cum on your fingers. Please.... daddy.” Yoongi feels his blood boil. “I’ll kill you, you son of a bitch.” Yoongi warns, racing to reach Taehyung who scurries to the other side. “It's intriguing to me that you would remove these from the main interface but keep them on your personal hard drive. I mean, I understand why of course. Even I rubbed one out a few times watching her come undone.” He laughs, running away from Yoongi as he tries to reach for Taehyung again, “I know what you’re going to say, it was your personal computer and I had no right, but you had it right there on your desk for any ole body to just grab. I couldn’t resist. Tell me friend how does she taste? It's been a while. Is she still as sweet as I remember?”

Yoongi growls, running at full speed, catching Taehyung by the throat. “I dare you to talk about her like that again.” He says through clenched teeth. Taehyung laughs, straining to speak “I don’t think you understand your position in this situation friend. I’m the one with the power here not you. Now, if you don’t want me to release that video or anything else to everyone in this office, including my father-in-law, you best let me go.” Yoongi squeezes harder before releasing Taehyung, who drops to the ground coughing. “What do you want for them? Money?” Yoongi asks. “No, I don’t want your money. I want her. So, what I want from you Yoongi, is to stop seeing her.” “Not gonna happen.” “Then I release everything, including your hot and heavy backseat session this afternoon.” Yoongi cocks back to punch Taehyung, who ducks down, walking backwards while speaking once more, “Or, you can break her heart now, walk away, and never see her again. It’s your choice.” “How could you ever say you love her and be willing to do this to her?” Yoongi asks, dropping his fist. “I’m doing this because I love her and because you don’t deserve her. So, do we have a deal?” Taehyung ask, putting his hand out for Yoongi to shake. Yoongi could feel the sting of tears in the back of his eyes. He didn’t want to give her up, but he cared about her too much to allow her life to be ruined because of his carelessness. “Promise not to hurt her or release the videos and we have a deal.” He whispers, shaking Taehyungs hand, sealing his fate.

Thursday: POV: MIN YOONGI:

The meeting was over, and everyone was filing out one by one. Yoongi sprung up quickly to follow behind Y/N like a loyal puppy as she made her way over to the employee lounge. Yoongi popped a K-cup into the Keurig to make it seem as if he had reason to be in the lounge as well, watching her out the corner of his eye as she heated her morning coffee in the microwave. “What?” She snaps causing Yoongi to freeze in his spot. His brows shoot up towards the sky as he cautiously turns with a shrug. “What?” He throws back. “You keep staring at me. Why? What is it? If you have something to say just say it.” She spat at him. He had a million things to say, he just couldn’t say them. She shook her head at him as the microwave beeped. “Coward.” She says under her breath. “Tease.” He replies under his, unable to help himself. “Excuse me?” “You heard me. I know what you’re doing. Taehyung would be really upset to know you’re dressing like this to get a rise out of me.” She laughs out loud and it’s the sweetest thing Yoongi thinks he’s ever heard. “Fuck Taehyung and fuck you too.” She says with a sip of her coffee, heading for the exit. “Promise.” Yoongi grumbles. She scoffs, walking straight over to Yoongi, pressing her full breast into his chest. He bites down on his lip, gripping the counter behind him to keep himself from ravaging her right there. “You had your chance Min Yoongi and you ruined it. To think I was ready to lay it out for you raw in the back seat of your car. Silly me.” She whispers, pressing her body into his harder. Yoongi groans, leaning forward, so turned on by her, so desperately in need of her lips around his. She pouts at him, a sly smile creeping across her face before she licks his bottom lip. She soon digs her hands in his hair pulling him into a deep kiss, taking command of his mouth. She bites and sucks at his lips before suckling and swirling her tongue around his like a woman mad. When she breaks the kiss he leans forward, mouth open desperately trying to catch her tongue against his again, but she simply walks away with a giggle. “Enjoy your blue balls…. Daddy.” Yoongi can’t help but chuckle, feeling his pants tighten around his cock. She was going to be the end of him but if it meant he could have her then he was more than eager for his demise.

*LAUNCH DAY*

You stood before your mirror dressed in the skimpiest outfit you could find, a red mini dress with drape neck front. You unfortunately couldn’t wear a bra because the dress had your entire back exposed, but it didn’t bother you much. It was the exact look you were going for. You put on black strappy heels and to add just an extra bit of fuck you to your look you put on Yoongi’s diamond crusted choker. You look yourself over once more, nodding at the way the dress hugs your curves. “This is it.” You say to Frenchie, who is lapping at her nether regions with no shame. You add a bit of lip gloss and hail a cab.

You arrive at the event space, heading inside quickly to avoid the camera’s snapping photos outside. You grab a glass of champagne from one of the waiters walking about and move about the party in search of a familiar face. Your heart begins slamming against its cage at the sight of Yoongi leaning against the windows, drinking you in. How long had he been there, you wondered, watching you? He looked amazing in all black with gold and silver designs glittering from his bomber jacket. You moaned to yourself, wishing you could walk over and latch onto his pout. You release a sigh and turn so your back side is facing him, looking over your shoulder briefly to see his sly smile. You bite your lip to keep from laughing out loud and walk off. “Y/N,” Your boss shouts greeting you with a smile, “My goodness, you are quite the sight tonight! Come we are all gathering in the back for a quick huddle.” “Sure.” You walk towards the back and light up at the sight of Rebecca in full on mermaid dress. She squeals when she sees you. “Oh my god! You look fabulous! I said be brave not shameful!” She laughs hugging you. “How are the kids? Is everything ok?” “Yes, thank goodness! How are you? I need to know everything. I saw Taehyung hanging about. What the hell is that about?” You roll your eyes. “Girl it is a long story to say the least. We need a weekend to fill in the blanks. I am just happy you're back. I missed you so much!” She hugs you again tightly. “And what about Hades over there?” She giggles. You look over to see Yoongi staring at you again. “I don't know,” You shrug, “It was good until it wasn’t. I am terrible at dating and picking guys it seems.” “Oh shush. It's not you, its them! It's too bad it didn’t work out with him. He looks like he eats pussy well.” Your eyes pop open and you both burst out laughing. “Be quiet! I'm sure he can hear you!” “Who cares?”

“Alright! Gather around everyone! I just want to take a moment to say how happy and proud I am that we were all able to come together and make this launch happen on such short notice! It truly speaks to the type of team we are and how well we all work together. Of all the gaming companies in all the world, I’ve got the best one! So, enjoy tonight, get drunk, get laid, just don’t let me hear about on Monday! Hear, Hear!” Your boss finishes his speech with a raise of his glass, and everyone hoots and hollers in response taking sips from their cups. You excuse yourself and tell Rebecca you are heading to the restroom, feeling a grab on the back of your arm. You turn to face Yoongi. “You look amazing.” “Thanks. You look good too.” He smiles and gives a nod before looking around. “Looking for someone?” You chime in, bringing his focus back to you. “No, you, always you. Tell me, did you dress like this for me or Taehyung?” He lifts his hand up to run his fingertips along the choker around your neck. “For myself.” You say with attitude, slapping his hand away. He nods. “So, you're over me then huh? Are you and Taehyung back together?” Your heart drops watching the sadness spread across his face. “You are truly an enigma Min Yoongi. You dumped me remember? What even is this? Guilt? Ego? I honestly can't do this with you. If you’ll excuse me, I have to go to the restroom.” You turn and walk off. You push the door for the restroom and feel someone shove you in. “What the hell?” You spin and are met by Yoongi’s desperate lips. You melt into him, moaning into the kiss. He pulls away, looking you over, “What if I could fix everything? What if I had a solution to all our problems? All I need is to know that you still have feelings for me, that things haven't changed between us. Tell me kitten, do you still want me?” “Yoongi, you hurt me. All those things you said, they were awful....” “Do you? Yes or no?” He demands, cutting you off. You stutter a bit, feeling his arms tighten around you in the safest hug you’ve ever felt. “Yoongi. Of course, I still have feelings for you. I don’t think I ever stopped.” A small smile spreads across his face. “I’m gonna fix it baby. I’ll make it right. I promise. I’m so sorry I hurt you. I can make it better.” He kisses you again and you swear you feel all his emotion in this one kiss. He pulls away and hurries out of the bathroom. “Wait! What do you mean?” You yell but he is already gone.

You do your business and exit the restroom in search of Yoongi. “Have you seen Yoongi?” You ask passersby, making your way through the party. You finally catch up to Rebecca “Have you seen Yoongi?” You ask her. “Yeah, for a minute,” she looks around, “He grabbed the boss and walked off. Not sure where though. Is everything ok?” “Yeah, just something he said to me about fixing things. I just wanted to know what he meant.” She hums in contemplation. “Well don’t just stand here girl get your man.” You blink at her for a moment until she snaps her fingers in front of your face, urging you to go. You hurry along and bump right into the boss who looks lost in thought. “Oh, Y/N, sorry. I wasn’t paying attention.” “That’s alright. Have you seen Yoongi?” “Unfortunately, I have, he just quit.” “What?” You shout. “Yes, and I am very unhappy. If you’ll excuse me. I have to go find Taehyung.” He walks off like a man on a mission. “Taehyung?” You whisper to yourself, quietly following behind your boss. He spots Taehyung in the crowd, grabbing him by the back of the arm and leading him into the kitchen area. You sneak in behind a waiter, crouching down behind a counter, to snoop in on your boss and Taehyung. “Is it true? Are you blackmailing Yoongi?” The boss growls.

Taehyung’s brow furrows as he searches your bosses face for a bluff. “I’m not sure of what he told you sir, but he’s been breaking company policy by having interoffice relations with…” “I don’t give a fuck what he’s doing, and you shouldn’t either!” Your boss shouts, a gasp escaping your lips. “Do you have any idea what blackmail can do to a company like ours? You think people give a fuck about two consenting adults fucking after hours? Have you lost your mind? Your concern should be my daughter who has been staying with me and my wife for over a month while you worry yourself with Y/N and Min Yoongi! Is it true she is your ex?” He questions now, pacing a bit. Your heart slams heavily in your chest. “Is it? Answer me goddammit!” He shouts causing Taehyungs jaw to clench. “Yes.” Your boss growls into the space, his voice echoing back. “So, lets add conflict of interest to the list of shit you’ve dropped in my lap. You’re fired do you hear me. Your only concern from here on out is my daughter and the child she carries. If I ever hear about you or Y/N or Min Yoongi I swear to god, I’ll end you. Now delete any content you have pertaining to the two of them and put this thing to bed. Do you understand me?” “I don’t love her anymore, your daughter, or maybe I never did.” Taehyung responds lifting his head high. Your boss nods, running his hand through his hair before grabbing Taehyung by the collar tightly, pulling him close to his face. “I don’t give a shit if you love her or not. You will marry my daughter and be a good and loyal husband. My grandchild will not be a bastard nor my daughter a harlot. You were in love enough to do the deed, now seal the deal you coward. I expect my daughter home by Monday. Am I understood?” Taehyung nods and your boss releases him, marching off.

“Did you enjoy the show Jagi?” Taehyung says, fixing his suit, looking over in the direction of where you are hiding. You pop up quickly and just stare at him. “You left your wife? And what did he mean content? Were you keeping things on me?” You feel your face flush at the thought of what he could have. “I told you we had a fight and she left. I also told you I loved you still. I thought I was over you but seeing you with him, well, it drove me mad. How could you let him touch you like that? Keep videos of what you two do together. Let him taint you like some whore.” “How dare you,” You say, moving towards him, “You are a horrible excuse for a man. I would rather be his whore than your dirty little secret.” You turn to leave but he grabs your arm, yanking you back. “Let me go.” You shout. “I won’t let him have you. You’re mine or no ones.” He warns, gripping your arm tightly. “Hey asshole!” Rebecca shouts, causing you and Taehyung to look up. She clocks him dead in the nose, breaking it. The blood immediately begins to stream down his face. He pinches his bridge trying to stop it. “You fucking bitch.” He shouts. “Touch my friend again and I’ll have my ex arrest you for assault and stalking. You can expect a restraining order from her lawyer bitch!” She spits at him, wrapping her arm around you and leading you out of the kitchen area. “Thanks for that,” You sniffle, “but I don’t think he is ever going to leave me alone.” “Don’t worry about him. He has a family and reputation to think about. I’ll call my ex and have him file a restraining order. We’ll take care of Kim Taefuckface! For now, go home, take some time off, you need to rest! I'll call you a cab.” You nod and lean your head on her shoulder while she waits with you.

You sit in the cab and allow the emotions of the night to hit you, tears streaming down your face. “You alright?” The cab driver asks. “Yeah, I’m fine thanks. Stress.” You reply, wiping your tears. You enter your building, greeting the doorman quickly as you pass to hop in the elevator. You sigh deeply thinking of how your life got so twisted. “Maybe I will take the week off.” You whisper to yourself staring at the ascending numbers in the elevator. The doors open on your floor and you get off turning the corner on your floor to find Yoongi sitting on the floor outside your apartment. He looks so tiny sitting there, chewing his thumb, not noticing you until you clear your throat. He turns to face you thumb still on his lips. “How did you?” He springs to his feet, swallowing, wiping his hands on his thighs. “I quit.” “I heard, about everything. You kept the videos? Taehyung tried to blackmail you. How could you keep this from me?” He sighs. “It was the only way to keep Taehyung from hurting you. With me out of the way, out of the company, he didn’t have a leg to stand on. Little did I know that I’d be so fired up when I spoke with the boss that I would tell him everything. Turns out he was on my side, practically begged me to stay. I’m sorry I kept the videos, that was selfish of me. It was plain stupid.” “Videos aside Yoongi, why didn’t you just tell me what was going on? I could’ve helped you; we could’ve managed this together.” “Come on kitten, would you have really been able to handle it if Taehyung leaked our sex tapes to the office? It was better if you didn’t know. Maybe I didn’t handle it the right way, but I knew I would do anything to protect you.” “Even if it means not having a job anymore?” You snap. He shrugs. “I can get a job anywhere. You, you’re one of a kind. You make me feel rich kitten, not what lines my pocket.” Your face flushes and you stutter over your words. Yoongi chuckles, moving closer to you. “It's just you and me now baby,” He whispers in your ear, pulling you into his body, “Just say you’ll be mine.” “Are you asking me to be your girlfriend Min Yoongi? I thought you didn’t do girlfriends.” He smiles against your ear. “You make me better. I’d do anything for you.” He kisses your neck softly, rubbing his fingertips up and down your bare back. “Do you wanna come in?” You whisper. “Only if I can spend the night.” He whispers, kissing you hard. “Of course, my boyfriend can spend the night.” He growls, biting your shoulder before scooping you up by the ass and carrying you to your door. You giggle loudly, trying to cover your exposed ass with your hand. “Where are your keys kitten?” “In my purse.” You dangle your purse in front of him. He pouts, dropping you to your feet so you can unlock the door.

You both enter the apartment and Frenchie jumps onto the counter immediately. “Meow!” She wails. Yoongi smiles, walking towards her. “Careful, she’s testy.” You warn, dropping your bag and keys on the table. You turn to find Yoongi scratching Frenchie under her chin, soft purrs escaping from her chest. You chuckle at the sight. “She hates everyone. She never lets people touch her.” “Well, she has good taste, like her mother.” He tells you, leaning down now to plant tiny kisses on her nose. You full on laugh now, covering your mouth in shock. “If she bites your face off, I am not liable.” He laughs at your comment, whispering sweet nothings to Frenchie. “Do you want a drink? I have water, beer, or juice.” You offer. “I’m good.” You nod, grabbing a water for yourself and heading over to the couch to remove your heels. “Make yourself comfortable.” You say, unhooking the straps. He plants a heavy kiss on Frenchie’s head before turning to slide out of his jacket. He plops down next to you on the couch, tapping his lap for you to give him your foot. You oblige and he unhooks your shoes for you. “Thank you.” You smile at him, wiggling your toes. Frenchie jumps up on the couch beside him. “Looks like you got competition kitten.” He smiles towards you.

“Don’t worry she will tire of you eventually. Even I bore her at times, and I’m the one that feeds her.” He nods, rubbing your feet gently. “Maybe we should go to the other room.” He suggests. You laugh. “Why?” “I don’t want her to see all the naughty things I’m about to do to her mother.” His explains, standing up and reaching for your hand. “Oh, um.” You stutter. “Fuck it turns me on when you do that.” He almost growls, pulling you up from the couch. He plants a soft kiss on your lips, taking your ass in his large hands. He lifts you off your feet and begins walking you towards your bedroom, sure to never break your locked lips. You begin to wriggle free once in the bedroom, feeling him try to lower you onto the bed. “Something wrong kitten.” He whispers over your lips. “It's my turn to make you feel good.” He chuckles softly, lowering you to your feet. “Ok baby. What do you have in mind?” He gives you a sly grin, cocking his head to the side. You feel your face flush. Your belly tingling with your need, excitement overcoming you. He had usually denied you the chance to please him but now he stood before you, eyes lit up, waiting for you to make a move. You swallow hard, pushing him back towards the bed until he’s seated. You grab the thin straps of your dress and slowly bring them down, exposing your bare breast, your nipples standing at attention when the cold air hits them. Yoongi swallows hard watching your dress drop to the floor; You stand before him in nothing but your thong, tugging at your aching nipples. “You’re so sexy kitten, do you know that?” He praises, palming himself through his pants. You move toward him, capturing his lips with yours. He grips your ass tightly with one hand, kneading at the tender flesh of your breast with the other. He releases a deep moan at the feel of you dig your fingers into his hair and tug his head back. You trail kisses along his jaw and down his long neck, suckling on the smooth skin until small red marks form.

He sucks in a breath, bringing one of his large hands down onto your ass with a loud slap. You gasp at the sting that burns through your body, clenching around nothing. “Does my little kitten like that?” He asks breathlessly, rubbing the area softly. You nod quickly, licking your lips, watching desire spread across his face. “Tell me what you want baby. I want you so bad, my cock is so hard for you.” He pants, palming at his erection once again. You moan lustfully, dropping your hand to take over rubbing at his trapped member. He leans back on his arms, watching you tug at his belt, unzipping his pants. He smiles seductively, lifting his hips off the bed just enough for you to pull his pants and underwear down to free his cock. You gasp at the sight of his large member, taking a moment to drink it in. It’s the fattest, longest dick you’ve ever seen, curling up to rest above his belly button. The prominent veins bulging with every breath he takes, his fat swollen tip spilling pre-cum onto his belly. You bite your lip wondering if it’ll fit in your mouth let alone your cunt. “You don’t have to do anything baby. I know it can be intimidating and I don’t want to overwhelm you. We can just take care of you tonight.” He replies at the sight of your apprehension. “No, I want to. It’s just…. big.” He laughs at your comment, grabbing his cock tightly, pumping it up and down, in long languid strokes. Your mouth waters at the sight. You watch him carefully before moving your hands up to take his cock from him, taking over the painfully slow strokes. He moans softly, thrusting up into your closed fist, causing more and more of his lustful pre-cum to spill from his tip. He soon yanks off his button down with ease, pulling at your nipple to illicit a yelp from your lips.

You lower one of your hands, looking up at Yoongi for a sign that its ok. He nods, sucking in a breath as you cup his balls, kneading them in your palm. The sight of his swollen tip dripping down your hand has your pussy gushing. “Can I...” You lick your lips as you continue to caress his heavy sack. Yoongi watches you under hooded lids as you drop your head, capturing one of his balls in your mouth. “Oh, fuck!” He cries out. You feel your thong stick to your folds as you rub your thighs together, taking the other ball into your mouth and moaning around it. Yoongi pants desperately into the room, head back as you slurp and tongue at his scrotum. Completely turned on by Yoongi’s lustful display, you move up and begin to lap at the precum that has made its way down your fingers. Yoongi drops his head down to look at you, a small growl escaping as you take his entire head into your mouth, swirling your tongue around his engorged tip. He releases a relived sigh when you push up on your knees, taking more of him into your throat. “Fuck kitten. You don’t know how good this feels.” You hum around his cock, bobbing up and down, hollowing out your cheeks as you arrive back up to his tip. You slowly lower your head onto his thick length again, this time trying to swallow back more of him causing yourself to gag. “Yeah baby, just like that.” He encourages, gripping the sheets. You drop down lower almost reaching his pubic area, gagging freely on his cock, tears forming at your eyes. Yoongi’s eyes roll back, his pants filling the room. You soon come up for air, wiping at your swollen mouth quickly before swallowing him down again. You bob up and down again, not taking him as deep this time, instead using your hands to pump the area not in your mouth. You moan around him, feeling his hands grip your hair, curses quietly escaping his lips. “Fuck kitten, you should stop now or else I’m gonna cum down your tight little throat.” You lift your head off his cock, looking up at him, “Do it daddy, gag me with your cock, fuck my throat, cum for me please. Treat me like your sexy little slut.” You beg lustfully. “You don’t know what you're saying.” He pants. “I’m saying I want daddy to take control of me, all of me. I don’t want to be your little kitten tonight but your sexy. Little. Whore.” He curses under his breath, grabbing a fist full of your hair and guiding you back to his throbbing member.

You moan in approval, relaxing your jaw. He groans deeply, gripping your hair tighter as he works you up and down his length. He begins to hitch his hips upward, your uncontrollable drool aiding the tip of his cock past your uvula and into your throat with ease. You grip his thighs tightly gagging freely on his cock, drool dripping down his balls. “Such a good cock sleeve for daddy.” He praises, fucking into your mouth faster. He grips your hair super tight now, to keep your head from moving as he lunges his cock in and out of your mouth, fucking your face with ease. “Oh kitten, oh fuck, such a good girl for daddy. Uh, fuck baby, I’m cumming. I'm cumming.” Your eyes widen as his warm seed shoots down your throat, filling your mouth to the brim. You gag a bit, attempting to swallow back his load, feeling a bit of it seep past your lips. He growls quietly, thrusting through his high. He soon pulls you off his still rock-hard cock and into a sloppy kiss. “That was so fucking hot baby. Let me repay the favor.” “No, I’m so wet. I need you inside of me.” You stand now, peeling off your thong, reaching out for Yoongi’s body to mount him. He digs in his pocket and pulls out a condom. You whine watching him stick the wrapper in his mouth to tear it open, his reddened cock rubbing at your hovering folds. He rolls the condom down his member slowly and you know now he’s teasing you. “Please, hurry up.” You mewl. He smirks when he’s done and you grunt loudly, grabbing his cock tightly and spreading your legs wide, lowering yourself onto his cock. “Such a greedy cock whore.” Your mouths drop open as his tip pushes into your entrance.

You suck in a breath, feeling the sting of his shaft stretch your cunt. “Ah, fuck,” You whimper, biting your lip trying to push down further onto his thick length, “I can’t, it won’t fit. You’re too big.” He chuckles softly, kneading the flesh of your breast. He kisses the juncture between your neck and shoulder gently, moving up to your ear. “Lie back baby. Daddy’s got you.” You pout dismounting him, lying back on the bed as you’re told. He lowers himself between your thighs, gliding his tongue along your slit before twirling it around your sensitive bud. You cry out at the feeling. He rolls his tongue ever so slowly along your clit, building your climax. You feel your coil twisting and begin to grind against his face. He smirks into your cunt, lowering himself down further to enter you with his tongue. You gasp, gripping his hair, to guide him. He thrust in and out of your entrance with ease as your slick soon trails down to the bed. Seemingly satisfied, Yoongi brings his lips back up to your clit, rolling his tongue once again. You widen your legs, moaning loudly into the room, yanking on his dark messy locks. He brings up his hand and enters you with two fingers, spreading his fingers in a wide scissor motion to prep you for his cock. You gasp at the sensation, feeling your body tremble with your oncoming orgasm. “Daddy, please don't stop, please.” You cry out, focused on his meticulous scissor motion and slow roll of the tongue. “God, Yoongi, feels so fucking good.” Yoongi curls his fingers up, rubbing at the soft flesh deep inside you, your eyes roll back as your back arches, your orgasm washing over you in hot waves. Yoongi groans, still lapping at your core until your body plops down onto the bed, dropping down from your high. He raises his head, your slick glistening on his lips and nose. He crawls up your body, hovering above you, eyes blown with lust. “Clean your mess off my face whore.” He demands. “Yes daddy.” You reply meekly, picking your head up off the mattress to lick your cum from his lips. You moan lustfully with each lap, swallowing down your sweet nectar.

“That’s enough.” He growls, catching your lips in a hard kiss. You melt back into the mattress, spreading your legs wide enough for Yoongi to watch himself rub his tip through your folds, your body trembling uncontrollably. “Just relax baby. Deep breath.” You nod at his comforting tone. He takes you by the hips, lining up his cock with your entrance. You nod at him, feeling your pussy drench itself in anticipation of his large member. Your mouth falls open as his tip breaches your cunt, this time with ease. He continues to roll his hips forward, gliding in with the help of your slickness and stretching you to the brim. He hisses at the feel of your walls clamp around him, massaging and clenching with every thrust. “You’re so tight baby, so fucking amazing. You feel so good around my cock. Take me so well. You’re made for me.” He groans in your ear, the sound of both of your moans filling the room. You grip tightly on his ass, pulling him deeper inside of you, wondering why you were ever nervous in the first place. This was perfect, he was perfect. He smiles seductively, looking down at you, wrapping his large hands around yours, “And you thought I wasn’t gonna fit?” You giggle at his comment, leaning up to kiss him gently. “Fuck me,” You pant, “please, like those other girls. I want to be everything you want and more.” He shakes his head, “You’re more than I could ever want. I don’t deserve you, I’m just happy you chose me.” “Don’t go easy on me because you think I can’t handle it. I want you, all of you.” “Oh, I know kitten, I’m quite enjoying you fucking yourself on my cock.” You look down, realizing Yoongi had stopped moving, that you were the one keeping the pace. “Oh kitten, don’t stop, it feels good when you milk my cock.” You moan lustfully, rolling your hips again. Yoongi watches the show more intently this time, adjusting his hips so your clit is gliding along his shaft. “Fuck me daddy. Fuck me hard. Make me scream.” Yoongi moans from deep within his chest. “Oh baby, you really don’t know what you’re asking.” “Don’t treat me like some porcelain doll. I may, as you say, dress like one but I’m no nun. Now fuck me! Show me what this fat cock can do.” You shout, dropping your hand down between your bodies to tug on his full balls. “Shit kitten, you have no idea what you’re in for.” “All talk and no action.” You tease, licking up his face. He scoffs briefly, pulling out of you and flipping you over in one fell swoop, knocking the wind out of you. He uses his knees to part your legs, pulling your hips so your ass is high in the air. He drops his large open hand down on the thick flesh of your bottom, the sting burning through your body. You cry out as he comes down two more times. “Yoongi.” You pant. He grabs a handful of your hair, tugging your head back to whisper in your ear. “No no whore. Its daddy from here on out. Call me by my name again and I’ll paint this gorgeous ass red, understand?” You nod frantically, feeling your core heat, you juices flowing freely. “Good girl. No warning this time baby.” He whispers into your ear, taking both of your arms behind your back before slamming his cock into your soaked cunt. You scream out into your bedroom. Yoongi holds wrist together in one hand, gripping your hip in the other, fucking into your pussy like a madman. Your body shivers beneath him, your cunt clenching, juices leaking and coating his cock, aiding him further into you. “Oh, god! Yes. Fuck me daddy, fuck me so good.” Yoongi groans, slamming into you harder, his breathing becoming labored. He pulls out if you with a growl, pushing you down onto your left side. “Hold your leg up.” He pants, pushing your right leg up into your chest. Yoongi slaps your full ass before pushing the flesh of your right cheek up to expose your battered cunt to him. He effortlessly enters you, gripping and caressing at your plump glute while rotating his hips upwards, fucking into your pussy gently. He drops his head back, cursing quietly to himself. You watch him carefully, drinking in his lean body, how his hair sticks to his sweaty forehead. You moan at the sight of him bite his lip when you clench down on his cock. He’s never been hotter than in this moment.

“I want to ride you.” You whimper, breaking his focus, he tilts his head down to look at you. His dark eyes flooded with lust. “Beg me.” “What?” “Beg daddy to let you ride his cock.” You smile slightly, gripping your own ass cheek now to spread yourself further apart for him. “Please daddy, please, may I ride your cock?” He bites his lip, still fucking into you. “Please daddy, I want to make you cum. Cum in my pussy.” You mewl. He hums, leaning forward to take your mouth in a sloppy kiss before pulling out of you. You move over so he can lie back on the bed. You mount him, hovering over his erection. “Can we take this off?” Yoongi eyes you suspiciously, watching you tug at the base of the condom. “I want to feel all of you. I want you to have all of me, like no one ever has. Not even Taehyung. I want you to coat my walls full of your desire for me.” Yoongi pants hard, his cheeks flushed. He swallows hard, “I’ve never done that before. It isn’t something I do.” He replies. “I understand.” You grasp him at the root and begin to lower yourself onto him slowly. “Wait,” He stops you, “It’s me and you baby. I trust you.” He drops his hand between you both and removes the latex from his member. You descend again, dropping your head back at the newfound closeness. He digs his fingers into your hips, mouth agape as you descend to the root. You start with a slow steady pace, savoring every ridge of Yoongi’s glorious cock, that is, until Yoongi leans forward, wrapping his arm around your waist, thrusting upwards, fucking into you with a rapid pace. He whimpers a bit, biting his lip to hold back any further cries from falling from his lips. He rests his forehead against your collar bone, thrusting up harder and faster, his breath hitching in his throat. You moan out loud, a cry escaping, when his tip hits your cervix, jumping up a bit. Yoongi pulls you back down to meet his thrust, not wanting to separate from you in this moment. You feel your body ignite and your pussy clench hard around him. “Fuck baby, do that again, feels so fucking good. You feel so amazing. Fucking heaven. I can feel your fucking walls trembling. Cum on my cock baby.” “My god.” You wail, your eyes rolling as you feel a great warmth start at the top of your head and burn down to your toes. Your whole-body tingles and you lean forward, pushing Yoongi onto his back, resting your hands on his chest, lifting your hips ravenously to continue to chase this high. The sounds of your ass slapping against Yoongi's thighs fill your ears right before your animal like groan. “Fuck kitten, don’t stop, I’m cumming. God, I’m fucking cumming.” Your breath quickens and you grip Yoongi's chest harder, riding him faster. He cries out unabashedly, gripping your ass to aid your body up and down his length. Your climax slowly pours over your whole body at the feeling of Yoongi’s cock twitching inside you, his release warming your walls, filling you to the brim. Tears form in your eyes at the euphoric feeling that washes over you. Yoongi sits up slowly and plants kisses over the tears that fall. “I love you Yoongi,” You cry into the nape of his neck, “I know its too soon but I know what love feels like and this is it.” He wraps your legs around his waist, pulling you closer to him. “I love you too Y/N. Its never too soon or too late. What’s meant to be will be. I knew the moment I was ready to give up everything for you.” You pull away from him to look in his eyes. “Really?” He nods, kissing you softly. “What now? I got you fired.” You look away, wiping your tears. “I quit baby. I did NOT get fired. Now we move forward. You and me, everything else is just background noise. I've never been happier.” You wrap your arms around his neck, kissing him deeply.

The following morning, you wake to an empty room. You look around wondering if it was all a dream. Fortunately for you, the deep throb between your legs tells you it wasn't. Not to mention the smell of bacon in the air. You get up and wrap your robe around your body, walking out to the kitchen. You smile to see Yoongi on the phone cooking while Frenchie sits counter top watching him. “Yes sir. Thank you sir. Of course, I completely understand. Not a problem. OK. Take care, see you Monday.” Your brow furrows watching Yoongi toss his phone on the counter. “Good morning kitten.” “Good morning. Did I just hear you say, ‘See you Monday?’” He nods, putting a piece of bacon in his mouth. “The boss called, told me my offer still stands, apologized for all the nonsense. Head of graphics. Has a nice ring to it huh?” You squeal, running into his arms and kissing him firmly. “That's amazing. I thought I was going to have to support your ass.” He laughs out loud, kissing you again. “One condition, you and I cant work on projects together anymore.” You shrug at the news. “As long as I have you in my bed at night, I don't care about any office intermingling.” His brows shoot up and he turns the stove off, sliding his hands up your thighs. “Yoongi, I have to feed Frenchie.” He kisses into the crook of your neck. “Daddy took care of that already. Daddy is going to take care of everything from now on,” You giggle now as Yoongi lifts you off your feet, walking you to the bedroom, “that means we skip to the part where we get to intermingle.”

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kpopmultifan127 · 4 years ago

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The Jealous CEO

Pairings: Kun (boss who is the CEO) x female reader (appearance from Jaehyun and Renjun)

Genre: Angst, Fluff, Smut

Contains: Sex, jealousy, drinking

Word count: 5,492 *Sorry I didn’t proof read so if there’s a bunch of mistakes my bad haha*

General Plot: You were Kun’s assistant, he kept throwing mix signals to you like taking you to all his company parties and introducing you as his girlfriend, he takes you out to dinner and drinks with you. But in the office you’re just another employee, confusing your feelings. You end up forming strong feelings for him but always kept it to yourself as you didn’t want things to become awkward around the office. He then gets jealous when he sees you with one of the idols that is signed under his company. How will things turn out for you and Kun?

[7:00 AM] Your alarm went off to start your day. You got up to get ready for work. You put on your pencil skirt with your matching blazer and your white button down shirt. You felt cute but still looked sophisticated for work. You loved your job, you worked for a music company. Your coworker were super chill, you were all on the same page most of the time so there really was not too much drama there. Not to mention the pay was amazing! Also you had a boss anyone would dream of. He took care of his employees, always said family before work. He rarely ever got mad either. You had some time before you started work so you headed over to the coffee shop near the office.

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[8:00 am] 8 AM on the dot in comes walking in your boss Kun. He was NEVER late always on time not a minute before or a min after. As he passed your desk you stood up with your folder in your hand with the agenda for the day. Following him into his office.

Kun: do i have any meetings today?

y/n: yes you do sir. At 9:30 you have a meeting with the Dreamies’ manager to discuss final details about their concert in a few months. Then at 12:30 you have a zoom meeting with the reps from the China office on new rookies that just got signed. But other than that I just need you to sign a few of these papers and that’s it for us.

you walked over to his side of the desk standing next to him. You leaned over the desk placing the papers he needed to sign allowing him to get a whiff of your perfume. As he was signing the papers he spoke up.

Kun: you smell really nice today. Is that a new perfume, that doesn’t smell like the ones you usually wear.

Your heart couldn’t help but flutter at the compliment. He took notice that you’ve changed your perfume. You can feel your cheeks become a warm rosy color.

y/n: oh--ye-yeah. I got it yesterday.

Kun: it matches you well

y/n: thank you.

Kun: well off to my meetings, I shall see you later.

And off he went to his meetings. Working there always made your days go by so fast. As it was already 5 PM the normal time you would finish. But you decided to stay a little bit longer to finish up the final details of the Dreamies’ concert layout. You wanted to make sure it was perfect before giving it back to the manager to show the boys. You knew the office was empty, you sat at your desk with the only light coming from your computer. You realized it was already 7 PM.

y/n: oh my god...it’s 7 I better go.

You started to pack up your things turning off your computer. You were startled at the sound of someone calling your name.

Kun: y/n?

y/n: oh my god! you scared me!

Kun: oh my god I’m so sorry...

y/n: I thought the office was empty....it was my fault I let my guard down. What are you doing here so late sir?

Kun: i should be asking you the same question.

y/n: oh I wanted to make sure everything was perfect for the Dreamies’ concert so I stayed back.

Kun: ah I see. so um..

it got quiet and awkward. You were about to break the silence when he started talking first.

Kun: so did you eat yet?

y/n: oh no...I’m probably just going to pick up something from the convenience store.

Kun: am I not paying you good enough for you to eat a decent meal?

you stood there waving your hands while shaking your head “no”

y/n: oh my god oh no! you pay me well enough....too much I think. but I don’t really have time to cook at home, when I get home from work I clean and by the time I’m done I’m too lazy too cook.

Kun: let me take you out to dinner...

y/n: oh no sir please..I can’t

Kun: please let me..I think I’d sleep better if I knew you ate an actual warm meal.

you were still hesitant to accept the offer, but you knew if you didn’t accept it hell keep buggin you. But before you can answer a loud growling noise came from your stomach. He looked at your stomach letting out a little giggle.

Kun: ok great well you defiantly can’t say no! let’s go.

y/n: where we going?

Kun: one of my favorite bbq places.

you both left the office walking over to his car. He opened the door for you as you sat in his passenger seat. As he drove off the car ride wasn’t awkward at all, it was filled with laughter. You never seen this side of him, it made your heart flutter again.

y/n: where is this bbq place?

Kun: it’s near my apartment building.

As you guys got to the bbq restaurant he parked the car and walked over to your side of the door letting you out. You both walked through the doors of the restaurant as it was already filled with many people. The waiter escorts you both to the table near the back.

Waiter: ah hello again Kun, I see this time you aren’t alone..

Kun: oh--um yeah this is y/n.

As he sat down taking off his suit jacket to get more comfortable.

y/n: hello nice to meet you

Waiter: nice to meet you as well. Shall I bring your usual order but doubled?

Kun: yes please.

Waiter: ok I will be right back.

The waiter walks away leaving just the 2 of you at the table.

y/n: you come here often?

Kun: yeah...I always came here ever since I was a kid. My parents took me here all the time because I was always hungry.

you let out a little giggle at his words.

y/n: well you were just a kid, so you’re always hungry.

Your food came and he began cooking all the meat cutting it into little pieces and placing them on your plate.

Kun: eat a lot please

y/n: you should too.

As you both were eating you were conversing so much. You liked this side of him, it wasn’t about work or anything....just filled with laughs. He told you about some of his funny childhood memories as you did too. The waiter came to refill your waters and placing down a soju bottle.

Kun: oh I didn’t order this.

Waiter: boss said it’s on the house for his favorite customer.

Making eye contact with the manager and smiling as a thank you for the free drink.

Kun: would you like a drink?

y/n:...oh no...I’m really lightweight I don’t handle alcohol very well.

Kun: when was the last time you drank?

y/n: a few months ago when I found out my boyfriend cheated on me with my best friend...

Kun:...oh I’m sorry to hear.

y/n: it’s ok...things happen for a reason...I wouldn’t have found this job if that never happened, so I guess it’s a blessing in disguise.

Kun: Well I don’t want to pressure you into drinking, but maybe you should just have one drink

You thought about it, you were with company you enjoyed, and it was only one drink. Plus you didn’t work on weekends so it was fine for you to just relax.

Y/n: I guess one drink wouldn’t hurt.

Kun: don’t worry I can drive you home.

You took the shot as your face scrunched up tasting how strong the alcohol was. He couldn’t help but smile.

y/n:...what?

Kun: nothing....that was cute.

You both kept talking about random things as you took another drink...then another then another...feeling a very strong buzz. Letting out slurred words.

y/n: I like working for you sir...

kun: we aren’t at work y/n you can just call me Kun.

you let out a giggle...

y/n: haha--ku...kun...I like that name.

kun: are you ok y/n?

You both finished eating and was completely full. You stood up then stumbling with each step. Kun caught you..

Kun: woah..are ok y/n? Let’s get you out of here.

He had his arms around your waist throwing your hand over his shoulders. He puts you in his passenger seat. You had a real good buzz going. When he got into the driver seat he asked where you lived. But you were too drunk to even let out an address.

Kun: um...well I guess I can just take you back to my place.

He drove off going to his apartment. There was one thing you forgot to mention to him that when you drank you always were horny. When he was driving you kept glancing at him shifting your legs together. He looked so good with his sleeves rolled up, hair pushed back and driving with one hand. He looked over to you with a smile and let out a little giggle.

Kun: you weren’t kidding y/n...you really are lightweight. You only had like 4 shots.

y/n: mmhhmm...I told you.

You kept shifting your legs back and forth as you started to feel a pool pour between your legs. He took notice at how you kept shifting yourself.

Kun:...are you ok y/n? are you uncomfortable?

y/n: just a little.

You both finally arrived to his apartment building. He came over to your door helping you out of the car. He pulled you in holding you with his arm around your waist, allowing you to get a whiff of his cologned you loved. You felt yourself melt more down to your core.

Kun: ok we are almost there. little steps.

Only a few minutes passed but felt like forever. You are finally inside Kun’s apartment. He walks you over to the couch.

Kun: here stay here and I’ll get you some water.

Your buzz was still pretty strong but you were a little more coherent but still horny as hell. With him around you looking the way he is wasn’t helping. He hands you the water for you to drink. You sat there quietly as he sat next to you.

y/n: thanks...

Kun: you’re welcome.

You kept shifting your legs again and he took notice...

Kun: are you sure you’re ok?

y/n: can I use your bathroom.

Kun: oh--yeah it’s the 2nd door on the left. Did you need help getting there?

y/n: oh no I’ll be fine.

You were walking to the bathroom as you can feel the wetness on ur core. You arrived to the bathroom.

y/n: oh my god y/n what the fuck are you thinking? he’s your boss....you can’t think like that about him.

a few mins have gone by and you heard a knock on the door.

Kun: y/n are you ok?

y/n: oh-ye-yeah I’ll be right out.

you splashed some water on your face and opened the door with him standing there..before you knew it you jumped at him putting your lips on his. kissing him then realizing who you were kiss you pulled back.

y/n: oh-oh my god I’m so sor--

Before you finished apologizing his lips met yours again. This time the kissing was more passionate as he picked you up holding you up with your legs. He carried you to his room throwing you on his bed. He hovered over you kissing your neck, then your jaw and you felt his hang work his way up your skirt...In your mind you couldn’t believe this was happening. His touch felt so good, he took care of you. Took his time with you. You heard him whisper in your ear

Kun: if i knew you wanted me this bad I would’ve skipped dinner and went straight for dessert..

you let out a little moan as you felt his fingers rub your clit.

Kun: damn babe you’re so wet and I barely touched you...

y/n: i want you in me now..

Kun: mmm...and you’re so needy.

He pulls back pulling down your panties and he starts to undress himself..you felt yourself become more and more wet seeing him in front of you.

kun: like what you see hun?

you sat there biting your bottom lip staring at him.

Kun: with that look I take it as a yes.

He gets in between your legs again as he teases your clit by rubbing the tip of his cock on it. You moan at his touch..

y/n:...please Kun fuck me now.

He inserts his member into you as you both let out a loud moan of pleasure. It felt so good as he thrusted in and out.

Kun: damn y/n you’re so tight.

His thrusting got rougher and faster, feeling you clench around his cock made him quiver as he could feel his high approaching soon.

Kun: damn babe keep doing that and I’m gonna cum pretty soon...where do you want it?

y/n: i want you to cum inside me..

Kun: mmmhhmm oh yeah? are you gonna make a mess with our cum?

y/n: yes...I’m gonna cum soon...OH MY GOD---

before you knew it you reached your high the same time as his, as you felt his spurts hit your walls. Your back is arched and everything felt so good as you both finished your high. He rests himself on you as he gets soft with himself still in you letting some of your juices drip out. When he finally pulls out he heads over to the bathroom to grab a towel. Coming out with it wrapped around his waist. He sees you laying there still catching your breath from the sex. He lets out a smile bringing you a towel.

Kun: did you want to shower? I can give you some clothes.

You sat up on the bed using the sheets to cover yourself up as you started to turn red.

Kun: what’s wrong babe?

y/n: sorry that happened.

Kun: well I’m not..

you froze at his words....you honestly thought he’d be mad that you jumped at him. He was your boss. He walked over to you standing in between your legs as he pulls your chin up to look at him.

Kun: i’m not gonna lie sweetheart that was a surprised but I’d be lying if I told you I didn’t like it.

You slowly let out a smile show.

Kun: i just love your smile.

He places a kiss on your forehead and helps you up. handing you the towel.

Kun: Go shower babe and I’ll clean up here...you wanna spend the night?

You shyly shook your head yes as you left to go shower. When you came out wearing his hoodie and sweats he looked at you with a smile as his clothes were a little too big on you and you had sweater paws.

Kun: damn you’re so adorable.

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[8:00 am] You were woken up by the dim light of the sun rising. You flipped back over to see Kun still sound asleep with his arm wrapped around your waist. You kissed him on the forehead as he moved at the touch of you and waking up.

y/n: sorry I didn’t mean to wake you up....

As he mumbles making a clear view of you

Kun: wow..

y/n:...wh-what? I know I’m sorry I look scary in the morning!

He lets out a giggle

Kun: no you look so cute right now. Where are you going?

y/n: I have to head home and change.....

Kun: why you don’t work today...why don’t you just stay here with me?

and he pulls you back into bed with him kissing your neck. He got up into the kitchen and started gathering ingredients.

y/n: what are you doing?

Kun: I’m making us breakfast....

You sat there watching him cook, that was a whole new side of him you never saw. He looked so handsome cooking for you both, you ate and cleaned up the kitchen together. You got dressed and he took you back to your place.

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A few weeks gone by and you guys had so much lust between you two. You were always at his place, sex every time with him was amazing. He finishes and pulls out of you laying next to you both panting. Staring at the ceiling.

Kun: what are you doing tomorrow night?

y/n: nothing why?

Kun: I have this party to go to can you come with me?

y/n: like as in a date?

Kun: yeah why not? it’ll be fun.

Once you agreed to it you had no idea what to wear. You went shopping and found a black form fitting dress and some heels to go with it.

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[9:00 PM] It was the night of the party he came and picked you up. When you got in the car he sat there staring at you.

y/n: what? do I look funny?

Kun: no you look amazing....

You arrived at the party. Walking in with your arm linked around his. When you walked into the room it was filled with a lot of people. One of his colleges Jaehyun approached him reaching out for a handshake.

Jaehyun: hey man, long time no see...you never come to these things.

Kun: ah yeah I know.

Jaehyun: and who is this?

Kun: oh sorry! this is my girlfriend y/n.

You stood there frozen because did you hear him right? He said you were his girlfriend? You both fooled around a lot and went on dates but he never officially said you were a thing. To be honest you loved hearing it, as you smiled and reached for Jaehyun’s hand for a shake. You had fun at the party talking to his friends and he kept smiling at you seeing how much fun you had and his friends loved you.

After the party he took you home because you had to help out your sister with some stuff the next day. He kissed you on the cheek as he let you out of his car watching you walk into your apartment building to make sure you got there safely.

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[8:00 AM] Monday morning 8 AM on the dot, in comes Kun. As your daily routine is to follow him to his office. You closed the door behind him walking over to his desk as you leaned in for a kiss he interrupts you.

Kun: what’s my agenda for today?

you stood up backing away from his desk as you were embarrassed with the movement you just did.

y/n: oh um. yeah sorry you have a 10 AM with the Dreamies and their manager to finalize everything for their concert. And then a 12 PM you are having lunch with your dad. And a 2 PM meeting with the music engineer about the new music for Hyunjin’s comeback. Ryujin from Human Resources needs you to sign these papers as well and to email them back to her whenever you are done with them.

You leaned forward placing the papers on his desk. You backed up after placing them standing there awkwardly. He looks up at you..

Kun: is there something you needed?

y/n: oh um...no. I’ll see you later sir...

You turned your feet and headed towards the door. Your heart was racing, but not in the way it usually does when you were around him. It felt hurtful for some reason. Why was he being cold to you all of a sudden.

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[5:00 PM] it was time to clock out. you peaked inside Kun’s office to see him packing up his stuff. You quietly approached him.

y/n: hey....are you headed home?

Kun: no I’m meeting up with Jaehyun to have a few drinks...why?

y/n: oh...no nothing. well have fun..

He didn’t even say another word to you and just walked out of the office. You were extremely confused with his actions today. The passed few weeks you were all over each other, and on Friday at the party he even introduced you to his colleges as his girlfriend. So what happened? Did you do something wrong? Or was it just a fling and he wanted something new. It made you upset.

When you got home you laid on your bed wondering what you possibly could have done to make him be this cold to you. He told you how much his friends adored you, so it couldn’t have been something you’ve said to his friends. It bothered you the whole night not letting you get a good nights rest.

You never really got much sleep last night because you couldn’t stop thinking about Kun and his cold attitude towards you. You didn’t have time to get coffee so your tiredness really came in the clutch. Plus with the Dreamies’ concert coming up you had to help prepare so much stuff, so work piled up.

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[8:00 AM] Kun comes in as you quickly followed. You had your hair up in a messy ponytail as you didn’t have time to wash it, your blazer wasn’t on like it usually is and you had a really bad headache. When you got into Kun’s office he sat at his desk.

Kun: what meetings do--woah what’s wrong with you?

He looks at you up and down as he sees your messy hair and messy papers you were hugging.

y/n: sorry sir...I didn’t get much sleep last night.

You never gave him a reason why you had lack of sleep as you just began reading his agenda.

kun:...y/n go home....

y/n: excuse me sir?

kun: you don’t look like you’re in your right mind right now...go home and rest.

His words kind of hurt you as he never knew the real reason to why you had lack of sleep.

y/n: but sir i--

kun: GO!

you turned around and walked out of his office going to your desk. placing your head on your arms. whispering to yourself “what is going on?” but then came back to reality when you felt someone tap you on the shoulder making you jump up.

y/n: OH MY GOD! why is everyone scaring--oh Renjun HI!

Renjun was one of the Dreamie members but best friend’s with your little brother Yangyang.

Renjun: noona are you ok? you look like crap.

y/n: long story...what are you doing down here?

Renjun: oh yeah...manager hyung wanted to know if you finished the stage layout?

y/n: oh yeah its right here.

you scrambled your desk finding the folder with all the paper for the stage layout. You were talking and laughing with Renjun as you handed him the paper. You didn’t really get to see too much of Renjun as because he was preparing for their concert. So this lil moment felt good to talk to someone who wasn’t telling you what to do.

Renjun: Yangyang said he was gonna come over to our dorm to hangout later, you should come.

You looked behind you to see Kun in his office staring at his computer. You wanted to be with him, but the way he was acting it seemed like he didn’t want you around.

y/n: oh sure yeah I’ll come stop by for a little bit. because apparently I now have the rest of the day off...

Renjun smiled and gave. you a hug as he went back to practice. What you didn’t know was Kun was really watching you both at the same time making him mad. He made eye contact with you for a brief second as he stared back at his computer.

As you were packing up your things you hear Kun yell for you from his office. So you quickly walked over. Walking in slowly with your head slightly down.

y/n: ye--yes sir?

Kun: I need you to look over these lyrics to make sure they sound right.

y/n: but-sir you told me to go home.

kun: well now I’m telling you to do this.

You just couldn’t understand what his problem was but you knew you couldn’t yell at him as he was your boss. You held in your tongue and did what you were told. When you were at your desk your phone buzzed.

{7:30 PM From: My Lil’ Yangyang} - Noona where are you? Renjun said you was gonna come over their dorm and hang out. He said you had the rest of the day off?

{7:32 PM To: My Lil’ Yangyang} - yeah I did, but the boss need me to do something last min. I’m sorry I’ll try to make it over there as soon as possible.

You looked over the lyrics as you were told to. You slowly were dozing off as it was already 10 PM. Kun quietly walked over to you seeing you sleep so peacefully resting your head on your hand. Slowly rocking your head trying to stay balanced. He couldn’t help but smile and giggle. As you fell off your hand waking up, seeing Kun standing in front of your desk. You jump up.

y/n: oh my god I’m sorry sir...I just--

Kun: if you’re done with looking over the lyrics you can go now.

He smiled at you then giggled again.

y/n: why are you laughing?

He then pointed to your hair as you felt a post it note stuck to it. You pull it out and throw it in the trash. Your phone lit up from a phone call from Renjun. Kun’s smile went away instantly at the sight of the caller ID “My lil Renjunie”

Kun: you gonna answer that?

y/n: oh- um..yeah.

You pick up the phone.

y/n: hey Renjunnie...sorry I’m not able to make it right now to the dorms...

Renjun: are you coming over? your brother is drunk again.

y/n: oh my god not again.

You saw Kun walk back to his office without saying a word, but somehow his figure looked upset.

y/n: hey Renjun let me call you back. If anything happens just leave him there and I’ll come grab him after.

You hung up the phone and walked over to the office. It’s already 10:30 PM at night and you wanted to go home. But when you got to Kun’s office he had papers scattered all over his desk. You then slowly approach him.

y/n: sir...are you not going home?

kun:...no. I have a lot of work to do. Don’t you have somewhere to be?

y/n: no...

Kun: then who was that?

y/n: oh that was Renjun, one of the Dreamie members

Kun: well you seem pretty close with him then.

You could feel his coldness attitude come out as you stood there.

y/n: well yeah he’s my little brother’s best friend. He’s like my little brother too...I told you that before.

A small smile started to form on his face...but you couldn’t see because his head was facing the papers.

Kun: ah I see.

y/n:...well..um. I’m gonna head out sir...Have a goodnight.

As you slowly started to walk out he spoke.

Kun: did you want to get something to eat?

You were confused as his attitude changed AGAIN. Now he’s being nice to you again.

y/n: huh?

Kun: did you want to get something to eat?

You couldn’t help but scratch the back of your head as you were extremely confused. This week he’s been cold to you and now he wants to have dinner with you. You couldn’t take it anymore you had to say what you were feeling.

y/n: sir I don’t know what I did wrong to you, and what ever it was I’m sorry. Last week when we were at the party you introduced me as your girlfriend, I’m not gonna lie that felt great. And I had a lot of fun with you over these passed few weeks, they were great. But what I don’t understand is why were you suddenly cold towards me, did I do something wrong? And now you’re being nice to me again buying me dinner.

It got quiet after you spoke your words. Hoping he would tell you what’s going on. You weren’t sure if you wanted to just leave or stand there until he said something. After a few minutes he finally spoke up.

Kun: I like you a lot y/n. The passed few weeks were amazing for me too.

y/n: then what happened?

Kun: When I introduced you as my girlfriend it just came out. I know I didn’t ask you officially to be my girlfriend, but I had so much fun with you that it just naturally came out. I wasn’t even sure if you felt the same way, and you only agreed to it so you I wouldn’t be embarrassed. Then when I saw you with Renjun I thought you guys had a thing.

y/n: eww oh my god Renjun is like my little brother....

Kun: I know that now....

y/n: but why were you so cold to me after....

Kun: I didn’t want you to think you had to be my girlfriend all the time. I didn’t know if you felt the same way as I did...that’s why I was being so cold to you. But it really hurt me to do that to you, because I could see the sadness in your eyes...and I knew your lack of sleep was because of me. And I’m sorry for that, I’m sorry for not just telling you how I felt.

You walked over to him grabbing his hands as he stared at the floor. You tilted your head to look at him.

y/n: I thought you knew how I felt about you the first night you brought me to your place. I knew I was drunk but my feelings were real. You are an amazing person Kun, at work and even more outside of work. That day you introduced me to your friends as your girlfriend, my heart fluttered so much. I felt so much warmth. I started to have feelings for you when you noticed the small things I’ve done. To my new hair, how I had little accessories in my hair up to the knowing the new perfume I bought. My ex wouldn’t even bat and eye....You made me feel like I was someone.

He pulled you into his arms squeezing you tight as you stood between his legs. Kun reached up to give you a kiss, his soft lips you loved so much. Your heart fluttered again with him holding you in his arms. He could feel your heartbeat against his chest. He smiled and pulled you in for a kiss again. When you both pulled away you can see expression become dark and hungry for something. He whispers in your ear...

Kun: wanna do it in my office baby?

Before you could nod “yes” his hand was already working his way up your thigh, making you release a moan. As you lean into his ear...

y/n: I’m already wet for you babe.

He then forcibly picks you up placing you on his desk as he starts to unbuckle his pants then pulling it down to let his hard member release. Pulling your panties to the side as he enters you without any prep.

y/n: oh yes...Kun right there...oh my god.

Kun: oh you feel so damn good. I’m glad I can fuck this any time..

y/n: anytime any where baby. I’m all yours.

Thrusting himself in and out of you felt so good. Sweat dripping down from the both of you

Kun: baby I’m gonna make a mess in you like always...

Kissing your neck giving it little bit marks to show you belong to someone.

y/n: yes babe please...fill me up plea---OH MY GO BABY I’M GONNA CUM!

Kun: cum for me baby, I’m about to cum--oh my god!

you both reach our high for the first time in awhile since you officially became an item. He stays in you for a little bit before pulling out. Kun looks at you wiping away the sweat from your forehead and his. Placing a kiss right on your nose then forehead as he finally pulls out. Cleaning you both up with the tissues he had on his desk. You both got dressed. When you bent down to pick up your top you felt him wrap his arms around you. Turning you around to face him.

Kun: that was hot baby...

y/n: mmhmm...

He pulled you back in for a hug as you hugged him back, you can feel and hear his heart beat fast against your ear.

Kun: wanna get food?

y/n: bbq?

Kun: that sounds perfect...let’s go

y/n: um...Kun?

Kun: yes baby?

y/n: can I get dressed first?

you both let out a giggle as he hands you your top to put back on. Placing one last kiss on your forehead and then on your nose. You then both went to the bbq place near Kun’s house as it was now your favorite place to go with him.

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angesaurus · 4 years ago

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I have my meeting (phone call, not zoom thank god) with our teacher later today. I have been thinking HARD about all of this and while I’m not happy with how she handled some stuff, I can tell how hard she is trying and what a challenge the tech stuff is for her and I know she doesn’t choose the curriculum. But I am going to tell her my thoughts on screen time, his struggles, his lack of confidence now, and how bored he is and ask if she recommends we go to the counselor. The specials are saving him right now. He looooves them. And he loves math and he loved the science portion she did. I’m hoping that he just keeps finding things to enjoy and it gets easier.

Last night I went HARD at the consignment sale for the kids. Lots of pajamas and Cecilia needed long sleeve shirts. I think this weekend I’ll make sure to go through all the clothes and start taking out her summer stuff. Fun. I need to go shopping for me too. I have no clothes 😭 not like I go anywhere but it would be nice to have some cozy things for fall and winter and maybe new mom jeans.

My mom mentioned taking the kids tomorrow for the weekend until Monday (no school) and I hope she does. Could use some Dan & Angela time alone even if we just watch the office and go grocery shopping together. Saturday I have my hair cut appt and Sunday I have a baby shower. We’re supposed to paint the back room Saturday too. My car is also getting an oil change Monday. I had thought about clocking out early or taking a half day but then I was like well wouldn’t it be nice to save my leftover hours for actual half days on like a Friday? I THINK we are closed for Columbus Day (I know, problematic) so maybe I’d take that Friday before into a half day. I have 37 hours to play with (not counting the 40 hours I’m rolling over and the 32 hours I have planned around Christmas!!!)

I am .... NOT mentally stable about this baby shower. It’s for one of my closest friends (there is 4 of us from college) and while I am so happy to celebrate this for her especially since she has celebrated 3 weddings, 3 bridal showers, 4 baby showers (hi yes I’m the extra one that had 2 baby showers 💁🏻‍♀️).... it’s just ... COVID. I do have a black sparkly mask to match my outfit. Even Cecilia was invited but I declined her invite. Who brings a baby to a shower during pandemic??

Last night I drove past a Buffalo Wild Wings and it was packed and I thought people really just are ok with being served at a (not that good) chain restaurant by people in masks and face shields while 200,000 Americans are dead because of the negligence of our government. I can’t ever imagine eating at a restaurant again. But sure get your wings on while you watch a football game with an empty stadium!!!

I’ve walked everyday (averaging around 30 min) and I’m still meditating and doing low carb and i am down 3lbs this week. Now if only I could stop being anxious about the world.

Also if my husband could EVER just remember on his own to pay his car payment that would be GREAT. But nope when he’s out of the shower I will have to say “can you pay your car payment” and he will roll his eyes and I’ll say it’s due today so anytime thanks and he will roll his eyes harder. I’ve asked him 6 times to find out the remainder of the loan and he claims the info is not on available on the website. I don’t underhand why I have to do EVERYTHING FINANCIALLY AROUND HERE. I told him one month he would be in charge of paying all the bills and he was like yeah ok and I said watch I won’t pay ANY of them (that are not automatic) and he kind of had this look like she’s lying and maybe I am because anxiety but I am so annoyed that 2% of my life is paying bills and making sure the money is there and he just doesn’t think to pay anything in his name. It DRIVES ME CRAZY!!!!!!

Anyway. Happy Friday. We’re still in a pandemic. Wash your hands.

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wildflower-alex · 4 years ago

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The Job (CH) part 3

As a request, there’s the third part and I kinda feel like I should’ve started a mini series, still evaluating the option, though (thanks @dirty--heart xo)

Note: as many of us do the same, meaning writing about us with other person, you will slowly get to know my personality and behavior. It feels more personal and real if I expose true feelings and traits, knowing I’m not the only one who feels this way, plus it makes more sense to explore a mind-body relation and to actually write about it, rather than keeping a flumsy, incoherent attitude of the characters.

Still, I’m not the greatest writer because English isn’t my first language and after a pause of maybe 5 years of not writing it’s kinda hard now.

Part 1 and 2 here and here

She stood up and put the clothes back as a sudden feeling of guilt reached her brain. Her eyes sneaked a peak at his body while he was slowly pulling up his boxers. He truly was a heartthrob, his buff body making him look like a Norse God, way too hot. She felt confused as she realized they had to talk, but about what? Who should say what? What would she answer? And after all, what are they as of now? She unthinkingly sighed at the thought, making him look up at her.

“What?” he asked and she could sense his confusion.

As she realized the gesture, she jokingly said “Nothing” and actually meaning that, because nobody could clear up her min, only her by thinking everything through and analyzing every aspect, gesture, sound and look he threw her.

He too felt this pressure, of not knowing what to say next. Yet he used his hunger to make a conversation with her.

“Listen, I thought maybe I should... buy you some food?”

“You mean... paying for the services?” she said and instantly regretted it, punishing herself inside her mind for ever saying that.

“God, no! Please, stop being sarcastic... I really meant it... but if you don’t want to...” he replied with a slow sorrow in his tone.

“I’m sorry, I... that’s how I deal with... nevermind, sure, let’s grab something to eat” she said, trying to break the barrier between them. She had enormous anxiety problems and her defense system was sarcasm and expecting the worse, only for her brain to cope with the presumed failure. Continuous traumas reflected on her daily tasks and she was trying to let go of that killing feeling she constantly had and she hardly had a day without feeling so heavy. These thoughts would never leave her mind for the whole day.

“Ok, well... I know a restaurant that has great carbonara I know you’ll love” he replied.

“Oh, wow, I’d love to eat some, they’re my favorite” she smiled at him.

“I know, you’re always talking about it” he chuckled, showing off his puffy cheeks and that bright, warm smile of his.

The ride was short, taking only a few minutes to get to the restaurant. Even so, he tried to talk to her, but they both seemed awkward to actually say something relevant. Instead, he took her hand while driving and placed a kiss on it, making her blush at the new feeling. She took a look at his face, his face turning to look at her too and they both shyly smiled, just like two kids.

“I meant everything I said” his voice broke the silence. She never stopped looking at him, only to lean forward and kiss his hand, too.

Arriving at the restaurant, the scene was pretty poetic. The floors were imitating the Italian pavements, with tall black lamps at every table, green leaf plants covering the walls and giving the place an allure of forest. Only a few tables were taken, people being more engaged in conversations, rather than looking at them. She felt a relief knowing that they actually did not know who he was. Fame was pretty rough and she saw that reflecting on their lives.

After both ordered the food he rested his chin in the fists, making his cheeks to look even fuller than before.

“So... for how long?” he asked.

She looked confused, but understood his question after one second.

“Let’s say enough time” she replied. The shame she felt that moment could make people deaf if it had a voice. Realizing she could distract the attention from her, he continued.

“I thought you were talking to someone”

“Well” he started and remembered the girl she was talking about. “You know, they’re all the same. I felt she needed validation, maybe even a little fame and I let it dissipate”

“They all want that now. Hell, everyone wants that from time to time, let’s be real” she said, really meaning it.

“So you’d like to be famous?” he asked.

“Sometimes” she replied and took a sip from the soda the waiter just brought. “And sometimes I want to be invisible and know nothing about anything” she added, making him to raise his eyebrows. “Don’t look at me like that, my minds is complicated”

“I can tell that. So... now what?”

“Now... I don’t know, you name it” she tried to dissimulate, not knowing what to say or to make a fool of herself.

“I mean... we’re working together”

So that was the problem. She instantly took her defensive coat, repelling everything he said.

“I know, that could be a problem. I mean, we can play it cool and pretend”

“Pretend... Yeah, but for how long?”

“I don’t know, until either one of us gets tired of it and I resign” she said.

Her seriousness scared him, what was this all about? He felt attacked and frankly, misunderstood.

“Wait, are we talking about the same thing?” he asked, now his torso stuck to the chair.

“Yeah, it happened once and I’ll try not to make a fuss out of it”

“What the fuck are you talking about?” he almost screamed.

“For fuck’s sake, Calum, I know you’re regretting it, don’t continue to shove it in my face, for real”

“The fuck...”

“It’s shameful enough, for real, play it cool” she continued, not paying attention to his expression.

“Are you you serious? Like, dead serious?” he furiously asked, now his arms crossed on his chest.

The music started playing louder and she could hear Beyonce’s “Drunk in Love” play the chorus of it.

“This fucking song” she mumbled under her breath, only to herself, remembering the times she played the song while masturbating with his image in her mind.

“What?” he asked.

“Nothing” she replied and slowly made up her response in her mind. “I know you don’t want anything to do with me, other that doing my job and bursting your ego. I just wish that...” she paused, nodding her head from side to side, a regret showing in her eyes.

“Don’t you fucking dare to finish that” he fumbled. “Babe, what the fuck?” he said, now his voice softer than even and he leaned to take her hands in his.

“Don’t use such words, we’re not babes” she quietly continued.

“Let me get this clear, you don’t want to start... anything? With me, I mean...”

“I just...”

“Be real. Forget about your mind tricking you. Say it”

She paused, now tears streaming on her face, tears of frustration she couldn’t speak her truth, frustration she couldn’t put words into how she felt, frustration on her anxiety and punishing herself in her mind. She quickly wiped them away, realizing how pathetic she looked.

“Babygirl...” he said. He knew she couldn’t speak and as he looked at her he almost felt angry that such a beautiful soul, inside and out, could have such a defensive system. “Hey” he continued and took her chin between his fingers. “I would like to start something new with you”.

Unfortunately for him, her mind transformed that into a total rejection.

“Love...” he continued and saw she did not change her position, clenched in her chair. He got up and knelt by her side, turning around the chair, so that she could see him. “I promise I’ll be here everytime you’ll need me to speak for you. Please, look at me for a bit”

She finally looked at his eyes, now his tearing up, too.

“I’m sorry I don’t know how to behave around you, I promise I’ll do my best” he continued.

She shyly smiled, stroking his big palms and feeling the weight from her chest being lifted off. “I’m sorry” she finally said.

“Don’t you worry, it’s my fault, too. I know I’m not the greatest talker” he replied.

“I would like it, too” she added, making his form a big smile on his face. They both started giggling, his hands never leaving hers, slowly stroking her knuckles and looking into her eyes.

She was staring at him, seeing a new part of him, one she never encountered before.

“I know it’s already the third, but I also promise there will be less and less days like this. I mean... only the bad part, and more of the previous, you know” he chuckled as she started to laugh loud enough for the people around them to look at them.

“Can you believe we did it in the living room?” he finally chuckled and a burst of laugh left his chest.

She never stopped laughing, but this one made her laugh harder than before.

“I bet...” he started, but his laugh stopped him. “I bet Luke’s gonna be like <<oyy does it smell like dick in here?>> I swear!” he laughed so hard he had to wipe a tear from his eye.

He realized how good of a woman she was, even though she had a lot of work to do regarding her mental health, he understood her and liked her even more. Brains always were his favorite.

Part 1 and 2 here and here

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itsjustmyfantasyroom · 4 years ago

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The cabin part 1

This is the first series of all the little in between stories after Fresh Starts.

It’s just romance!!Hope you guys enjoy xx

Talks of a domestic violence case.

*Knock knock*

“Liv can I come in?"

"Of course Y/N, What's up?" You walked into Liv's office and went and sat on chair across the other side of her desk.

"Would it be OK with you if I take a personal day on Monday?"

"Ah....yeah sure I don't see why not, we should be fine. But if anything happens I'll just call you to come in."

"No problems at all Liv thanks so much"

“That’s OK Y/N, go home now we will see you tomorrow."

It was 4 pm on Thursday and you and Nick had just clocked off.

"Where do you want me to drop you?"

"Oh, its OK, thanks anyway Nick. I have to pick some stuff up on the way to Rafael's, I'll just walk its still early, thank you though"

"You message me as soon as you get home, if you need me you call me"

You walked out together, Nick got in his car and you walked away. While you were walking you called Carmen.

"Hey Carmen, it's Y/N, but don't say my name out loud, I don't want Rafael to hear you talking to me"

She giggled, “OK no problems, how can I help?"

"What do I have to do to get Rafael the day off on Monday?"

"Umm" she lowered her voice to almost a whisper "As long as it's just Monday, I can cover for him, but he would have to be back Tuesday morning."

"You’re the best Carmen, I owe you an iced latte. Just please don't let him know what’s going on"

"No problems at all. Thanks for calling the ADA's office, have a great afternoon"

You continued to walk towards Rafael's place. About 2 blocks before, there was a small boutique store that had some beautiful pieces, you always seen it when you drove past. You walked inside and were amazed by what was in front of you. Every colour of the rainbow, lace, satin, silk, leather, whatever your heart desired.

"Hello, can I help you?" Said a tall blonde lady with a small smile on her face

"Umm yes please"

About 40 mins later you walked out with a small bag with what you thought was just right. You had to ask her to put it in a small bag, how would you hide a box, it would give your plans away.

As you walked the last couple of blocks, you looked up cabins just outside New York. You didn't want to go too far away it would cost an arm for a car, but wanted to be out far enough that it didn't feel like you were in the city. You found the perfect place and booked on line for that weekend. You decided you wouldn't tell Rafael your plans until he got home tomorrow night.

The last week had been stressful. The squad had a domestic violence case come in that Fin stumbled on by accident while he was looking on the net. That caused a lot of tension with the squad and the DA's office.

For the first time during your time at SVU everyone was on different pages and it showed. Liv and Nick were all for putting him away, Fin and you were on the fence and Amanda said we should leave it alone. Rafael had no time for the fighting and bickering that went on when you were all in his office or if he was in the bullpen and would often lose his temper at you all often.

He wanted to put this guy away, this case was a trigger for him, and he didn't know how to deal with, and he hated how he reacted to you because of it. You guys hadn't been fighting, but you were bickering and he was snappy. It was getting to him. It went to trail and the man was found "guilty".

Rafael was over the moon as was Liv, you and Fin just kept mid ground, while Nick and Amanda got into a huge fight at a bar one night at after work drinks, which you had to step between them to stop it before Amanda pushed Nick over the edge. You wanted to surprise Rafael, do something special for him. So why not a weekend away, just the two of you to reconnect.

Your Friday was quite, nothing new came in, and you guys pretty much finished paper work all day. Finally 5 came around. Rafael messaged and said he was going to be home around 7 and he would pick up dinner on his way back and for you to meet him at his place because he actually had the weekend off.

Amanda knew about your weekend plans, she was the one that suggest the boutique in the first place,

"This case has wound him up tight, you need to get on top of that" she laughed at you one lunch time.

So she offered to drop you at yours to pick up your stuff and drive you to Rafael’s. Having some girl time was just what you both needed. She wanted to see what you brought.

"OH WOW. That's so beautiful Y/N, Barba is going to love it. Just a shame stuff likes this ends up on floor so quickly" you both burst out laughing

Amanda had just dropped you off, you had about half an hour before Rafael would be back. You walked into his bedroom to his walk in and went straight to his work shirts. You knew what you were looking for, you grabbed what you wanted, ran to your weekend bag and put it in under your cloths to hide it.

Just then you heard the front door close,

"Hermosa?"

"Coming"

You walked towards the kitchen, his jacket was laying on the back of the couch, he was standing in the kitchen taking containers out of a paper bag, tie lose around his neck, vest undone, the first two buttons of his dress shirt undone showing off his under shirt, his sleeved rolled up and a red pair of suspenders.

"Hey mi Hermosa, I've missed you" he said with a beaming smile "I got you your favourite pasta from that place you like" he walked over to you, put his hands on either side of your face and kissed you

"Thanks Rafi"

"Hermosa, I’ am sorry for how I acted this week. This case brought out a horrible side of me, I'm so sorry. I love you"

"I love you too. I know Rafi, it was hard on you. But I have a surprise for you"

He raised his eye brows with a smirk, "oh yeah"

"Well...after dinner you need to pack a weekend bag. I have ordered a car for 9 am tomorrow to pick us up. We are going away till Monday. I spoke to Carmen yesterday and she said she would cover for you, but you have to be back Tuesday. Liv said I could have Monday off, but I'm on call."

"You planned this just for me, mi Hermosa?" He rubbed your cheek with his thumb, looking in your eyes with a side smile.

"I know this case brought up things for you. You need some down time Rafi. And trust me, there will be plenty" you winked at him.

Rafael was so excited for the weekend, after dinner you both showered and went into the bed room for him to pack. He started to go through his cloths and pulled what he thought he needed. You told him to pack one dinner outfit and the rest was just causal, but you didn't tell him that you didn't really plan on wearing cloths most of the weekend. He started to look through his shirts to pick one of his more casual one for dinner, you were sitting on the bed watching some show when he yelled from his walk in,

"I have a shirt missing"

You lifted your hand to your mouth so he didn't hear you giggling.

"Rafi, you have so many shirts, how would you know ones missing?"

"Mi Hermosa, I have been single for a long time, the only happiness I had for a while was buying new work cloths. It’s the pink on with the white stripes, you know the one? The one you can't keep your hands off me when I wear it"

You giggled behind your hands again "Maybe you forgot it at the dry cleaners last week"

"Hmmmmm.....maybe, I'll check on Monday when we get home"

****

The car drove down a long dirt road, you could see small cabins spread out around a meadow, all of them facing a large lake. Rafael got your bags out of the boot and you both walked to the office which was in front of a beautiful looking restaurant.

Rafael held the door open for you and walked in with a small man with glasses sitting behind the desk,

“Ah, you must be Mr and Mrs Barba"

Your cheeks went red and you went to open your mouth to correct him, when Rafael jumped in,

"Yes, we are Mr and Mrs Barba, we are looking forward to our stay here" Rafael looked at you and winked and you giggled with a bright red face. You never knew how nice it felt to be called Mrs Barba, it had a nice ring to it.

"Nice to meet you both. Lucky for you, you’re the only booking this weekend. Mrs Barba, I know you booked for dinner for 7 tomorrow, but I moved it to 6.30 if that's fine with you?"

"Yes of course no problems at all"

"Here’s your room key. You’re in cabin 6. We will see you at 6.30 tomorrow for dinner, enjoy your day"

"Thank you" you both said together, you grabbed the key and walked out of the office.

"I'm sorry about the confusion with the last names Rafi, I don't know what happened, I did put mine in"

He laughed out loud, "Why are you sorry Hermosa? Mrs Barba sounds good on you, I like it"

You walked along the path to cabin 6. Painted white, it had a little porch with just enough room for a wicker day bed to fit on it, behind the couch was a roof to floor window with sheer drapes that you couldn't see through from the outside. It had a light blue door with a stained glass window on it.

You unlocked the door and walked in, to your right was a medium size bathroom with a shower, basin and toilet,

"Damn no bath" you joked, Rafael laughed.

There was a small two seater couch inside with a two seater table that was an open plan lay out, there was another door which lead to the bed room, wasn't huge, but it had a king size bed with enough room to walk around and waist high cabinet which was for bags to be placed on, and a TV and mirror on the wall.

"Mi Hermosa, this place is beautiful. You picked well"

"Thanks Rafi, glad you like it. Now it's time to relax. How about you go and sit on the day bed, I'll make coffee"

TBC

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bechloe-trash · 4 years ago

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I don’t really write but here we go.....

@unlikelysublimenightmare

‘Tis the damn season’

Beca isn’t sure if it’s all the pressure of the record label or if it’s the feeling of missing someone special.

Beca sits back in her office chair finally taking a break from the Christmas album, that Dj Kalid and Theo wanted produced by December 24th (which is finally completed). She pulls out her phone and opens Instagram, the first thing she sees is a post that Chloe just posted an hour ago. She sighs, and wonder if she’s dating the guy in the photos or if it’s a close friend. She knows she shouldn’t care or worry, but truth be told she does. She wants to be the one in that picture with her hand around Chloe’s waist.

If Beca was honest she low key hates her life right now. Having to be “dating” the most popular male artist, gets old real quick. Every magazine, paparazzi, and fan wants pictures of the “hottest celeb couple.” She hates that she can’t just be left alone in the dating scene. Like why does she “have to” have a boyfriend. Her heart belongs to one person. And that one person Is back in their home town; LA.

She says her goodbyes to everyone at the record label, on her way out. Beca looks at her phone, it’s 4:45. She starts to head to her house, but stops by the local coffee shop, to grab a cup. She makes it in the door, starting to put away her coat. She pulls her phone out to triple check her plane ticket. She texts her mom, asking if there is anything she needs to bring for the Christmas party. Then sets an alarm for 5:30am, before making dinner and settling in for the night

She can’t sleep. Maybe it’s the idea she’s excited to be able to see her family for the first time in 2 years. Or maybe it’s the anxiety, she hopes the Christmas album is a hit. Either way she can’t sleep. Tossing and turning. Right when she was finally able to get lick of sleep.... *beep* * beep* * beep* “ugh” was all she mumbled before she started to drag herself out of bed. It’s too early, but she knows it’ll be worth it.

“ All right passengers we’ve made it to L.A please grab all belongings and exit neatly .” the flight attendant announced. Beca grabbed her suit case from the over head and got off the plane. She got an uber, and told the Uber driver to drive her to the address that she gave him. *knock* knock* Beca knocked on the door before entering her mother’s house. “I’m home” Beca said as she started to head towards the stairs that leads to her childhood bedroom. “ when you get settled, come with me to the coffee shop” Danelle called to her daughter.

They walked to the coffee shop, that was only a few streets away. Luckily L.A. is still fairly warm in the winter, compared to New York. Beca and her mother walked up to the counter to order. “ I’ll have a iced vanilla latte” Danelle said to the barista. “I’ll have a -“. “She’ll have black coffee with 2 spoons of sugar” said she person behind her. Beca turned her head around to be meet with a beautiful pair of blue eyes. “Chloe!!” Beca yelled as she ran up to hug Chloe. This is the first time she’s seen Chloe in person since the USO tour. Yea, they’ve keep up with each other, they have Skyped, text,etc. But to see Chloe in person is a whole different feeling. “ why are here?” Chloe asked as she pulled back from the hug. “I’m here to visit mom, actually got the next 3 days off” “Hi, mom” Chloe said while waving to Danelle. “ Hi, Chloe nice to see you again sweetie.” Danelle said. They sat around and talked for a bit before Beca asked; “Chloe would you like to come to our Christmas party?” “I’d love to come to you’re Christmas party”

Later that night Beca and Chloe where catching up, while drinking spiked eggnog. “ so who’s that guy that’s been a couple of your Instagram post lately?” Beca casually asks “ he’s my cousin, but the real question is how you and your boyfriend?” Chloe asked with her eyebrow cocked. “ he’s actually not my boyfriend, Theo said it’ll make it “better” for my fam.” “Oh” was all that Chloe had managed to say. “Sooo... do you have a boyfriend?” Beca asked nonchalant. “Ha, does it look like I have a boyfriend, each day that passes the more gay I realize I am” Chloe said. Chloe’s eyes got big, she didn’t mean to blabber out loud, damn the spicked egg nog. “Oh ok, so I guess my second question would be do you have a girlfriend¿?” Asked puzzled as hell. She can’t tell if it’s to the egg nog or the food coma she’s in, but she feels some type of way. “No” was all Chloe said. Trying to move on from the subject; “ I have a Christmas album coming out on Christmas, and one song is definitely something else..”

“Hey it’s getting late, you don’t need to be out at this time, come crash in my bed with me, like we used to do back in our old apartment.” Beca suggested as she reached her hand out to help Chloe up off the floor. “ ooo sleep over !!” Chloe squealed “shhhhh everyone is asleep” Beca said in a strained whisper. They made their way to Beca’s bed room, once entered Beca feel face first into the bed. “ Can I borrow some pajamas?” “Mm hmm” was all Beca mumbled out. Chloe changed then told Beca to scoot over. Beca was on the bridge of falling alsleep, when Chloe asked a question. “ why don’t date someone, I mean someone real, and not a fake relationship?” “ I’ve been waiting for someone, I’ve liked this person for a good while now, but I don’t think it’ll work out so..” Beca said trying not to sound disappointed. Chloe’s heart sank, but proceeded to ask Beca why doesn’t she shoot her shot. Chloe knows it wrong to have a crush on Beca, so she just keeps to herself. “ I don’t want to ruin what I already have, and the worst that could happen would crush me” Beca said with a sigh. “ I’d say just go for it, i mean you’d never know till you try” Chloe suggests.

It’s Christmas Day,and a couple of days have pasted, and Beca can’t stop thinking about what Chloe had said about shooting her shot. She texted Chloe to come over , because she has a present for her. Beca opens the door for Chloe and just stops. This is it, now or never Mitchell. Beca looked up and Chloe’s eyes caught the sight of the mistletoe. Before Chloe could make a joke, Beca’s lips where on hers. Beca brought her hands to cup Chloe’s face. Chloe’s lips where the softest thing in the world, Beca thought to her self. They released their kiss slowly. Looked Chloe in the eyes with tears in her eyes. “Merry Christmas Chloe, I have a second present for you.” Beca quickly went under to tree to retrieve the gift. Chloe opened the gift to find a Cd. Not just any Cd, Beca’s Christmas album. “Wow” Chloe said still surprised by the kiss. “ go to song number 4 ‘Tis the damn season’ and listen and come back to me once you listen to it, and know how I felt that night of the USO tour..” Beca said as she disappeared into the other room. 4 mins later Chloe came into a the room grabbing Beca and holding her tight. “ I’m so sorry I made you feel like that. I don’t want to call you babe for the weekend, I want to call you babe till the end of time.” Chloe said before pulling Beca into a deep passionate kiss. “Merry Christmas babe” Beca said before capturing chloes lips once again.

The end !!!

#beca mitchell #chloe beale #pitch prefect 2 #bechloe #pitch perfect 3 #taylor swift #bechloe fanfiction #bechloe oneshot #soft

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ggukcangetit · 4 years ago

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Tomorrow: Jungkook x Reader

Pairing: Jungkook x reader

Genre: Fluff. Grad student au!; grad student! jungkook; grad student! reader; grad student! bts

Word count: 4.6k

Warnings: Suggestive language, mild kissing. Not much else really.

Summary: At the beginning of your third year of your PhD program, you didn’t expect many changes. Until the new PhD cohort started classes, and Jeon Jungkook became part of your group of friends.

A/N: i just wrote this randomly with zero plot in mind. idk what this ended up becoming but read it and lemme know if you like it?

“Choi is a madwoman. I swear she makes me do so many lit reviews just to see me suffer.” Park Jimin, 2nd year PhD student, works part time at HopeWorld dance studio, and is currently regretting many of his life choices.

“I told you not to say yes to every single project that came your way.” Min Yoongi, 4th year PhD student, weekend DJ at Club Moonlight, recipient of the university’s most prestigious research grant, currently lives in a posh apartment four streets away from the main research lab.

“We’re older. Which means we have more experience. Which means we tend to be right more often.” Kim Seokjin, another 4th year PhD student, enrolled into the PhD program after realising that the completion of his MBA meant he would have to join the family business, amateur chef with professional sass, and sole reason behind Min Yoongi being able to afford living in a posh apartment four streets away from the main research lab.

“Not when you bet Tae he couldn’t finish grading Kang’s first year Intro class papers in 24 hours.” Jung Hoseok, 3rd year PhD student, simultaneously working on a second Master’s degree, also happens to run HopeWorld dance studio during his oodles of free time.

“Speaking of, weren’t you supposed to treat us if you lost the bet, Seokjin?” Kim Namjoon, 3rd year PhD student, plant dad, head of the graduate student council, and all-around overachiever.

“Tae was supposed to choose the place. Did you decide on which exorbitantly expensive restaurant Seokjin is going to take us to, Tae?” Y/L/N Y/N, 3rd year PhD student, roommates with Namjoon and Hoseok, addicted to bubble tea.

“I have a better plan. The incoming first year PhDs are supposed to have their orientation tomorrow. I think Seokjin should organise a mixer to welcome them.” Kim Taehyung, aforementioned ‘Tae’, 2nd year PhD student, works part time at the local art gallery, roommates with Park Jimin, deceptively fast at grading papers.

“I do not remember agreeing to that,” said Seokjin, with a frown, shutting his laptop with a definitive snap.

“Come on, it’s not like you can’t afford it,” Yoongi remarked, not having looked up from the large stack of papers in front of him. “If you can insist on paying 3/4ths of the ridiculously high rent of our apartment even though we could have moved into the perfectly reasonable priced place 20 minutes away from the lab, you can damn well afford to host a mixer for the incoming cohort.”

“20 minutes by car. It takes 45 minutes to walk there, Yoongi. Or do I need to remind you of the fact that only Y/N and Sooyoung own cars in our department?” scoffed Seokjin.

“Do I hear trouble in paradise? Have Yoongi and Seokjin finally had their first fight after years of marital bliss?” Lim Sooyoung, 4th year PhD student, part-time yoga instructor, full-time reluctant designated driver due to being the only other PhD student in the department with a car.

“Hilarious,” grumbled Seokjin. “That joke is about as old as the milk carton at the bottom of Namjoon’s fridge.”

“That’s still there?” asked Hoseok, scandalised. “You told me you threw that out 4 months ago!”

“It’s a limited edition Blue Bean milk carton! I couldn’t throw it out, Hobi,” replied Namjoon, sheepishly. The use of Hoseok’s nickname meant that he had run out of logical arguments against throwing out the milk carton that had been purchased three months into their first year of doctoral studies.

“Have you ever considered emptying out the contents and keeping just the carton?” you asked. This suggestion was met with the raising of an eyebrow and the throwing of an airpod by Namjoon. Unfortunately, this also meant that the airpod didn’t reach its intended target.

“Ow!” exclaimed Hoseok, rubbing the side of his face where the airpod had made contact. “This is why you’ve been through 33 pairs of airpods in the last year, Namjoon! You have dormant violent tendencies and terrible hand-eye coordination.”

“Now back to that mixer,” said Taehyung, turning towards Seokjin. “I’m thinking around 5 pm at the Underground should be good. What do you think?”

“Fine,” sighed Seokjin, reluctantly. “I’ll send a message on Slack. Who’s got the first years’ contact info?”

xxx

The next day, you found yourself struggling to find parking outside the Underground, despite it being 4.30 pm on a Tuesday. Namjoon and Hoseok were sitting at the back and discussing ways in which they could watch as many of the student films that were being shown over the weekend, while Taehyung sat shotgun and muttered to himself as he tried to destroy some kind of adversary on that godforsaken game that he always seemed to play. You whipped out your phone and started texting Sooyoung about whether she had found any parking.

SY: just parked… sending you the location… its behind the club

SY: is seokjin with you

Y/N: thanks!

Y/N: no i’ve got tae joon n hobi

SY: ok… wonder how he’s getting here… yoongi’s with me… said seokjin left a while back

Y/N: idk… sure he found something… uber or lyft or whatever… don't worry he won't ditch lol

Y/N: i found a spot damnnnnn. cya in a bit

SY: lol tae wouldn’t let him live if he ditched

SY: nice :D yoongi and i are in the purple section

The purple section was undoubtedly the best spot in the Underground, as you had discovered almost 2 years ago. Being new to the city, you had basically followed Joon and Hobi wherever they went to socialize or get food. It was around the end of your second month in the program that Seokjin planned a mid-semester gathering, refusing to eat at, in his words, “another cheap taco truck masquerading as kitschy Instagram bait”. That was your first encounter with the Underground as well as your first experience in the purple section. Simply put, it had the best sofas and chairs, an abundance of vintage arcade games, easy access to the bar and food counter, and a separate music setup. It also cost a lot more to sit at the purple section, but Seokjin had never been the type to scrimp when it came to anything. It had become a kind of tradition after that; every time someone had a birthday, Seokjin would reserve the purple section for the evening. Not having grown up surrounded by luxury and riches, it was sometimes difficult for you to understand how Seokjin never thought twice before spending money on things. Then again, you doubted you would’ve been this thoughtful even if you had this kind of money at your disposal. Seokjin might’ve been hard to read at times, but his heart was in the right place.

Speaking of, you spotted Seokjin standing next to a couple of people you didn’t recognise. Deciding that this was probably the best time to get introduced to the first years, you walked over to them with a smile.

“Just deposited Joon, Hobi, and Tae near the bar. I feel sorry for your tab today, Seokjin.”

Seokjin lifted one of his thick arched eyebrows at you and then burst into his signature windshield wiper laugh. “I’ll give them a free pass today. Afterall, it’s the beginning of a new academic year!”

“You’re planning on dumping all of Kang’s data analysis on them, aren’t you?” you asked, trying to suppress a grin.

“Ah, Y/N, you know me so well,” he grinned, his features lighting up mischievously. “By the way, here’s two thirds of the new cohort. Song Yeri and Jeon Jungkook.”

You glanced at the two unfamiliar people and smiled in greeting. Yeri was a petite girl with long black hair who quickly fell into conversation with you. Jungkook, on the other hand, gave you a soft nod and walked over to where Jimin was opening a couple of beers.

“So is Professor Kang someone we should be worried about?” asked Yeri, not giving you much time to pay much attention to Jungkook. “I wouldn’t want to be unprepared.”

Seokjin laughed at her worried tone. “Straight off the bat, huh?”

Yeri flushed slightly, tucking her hair behind her ear self-consciously. “Oh no- I mean, it just seemed like that from your conversation!”

“Don’t worry, Yeri,” you assured her. “Seokjin’s a fourth year - not much phases him. He’s doing his PhD under Kang so he has to do tons of data analysis for her projects. Which he sometimes dumps on people who have been bothering him.”

Yeri looked suitably concerned at this new piece of information. She glanced at Seokjin’s handsome profile and smiled uncertainly. You couldn’t help but giggle at her reaction. It really was difficult to get a grasp on everyone’s personalities just by their looks. Each and every guy in the department was strikingly handsome, and Sooyoung, the only other female besides you, looked like she had walked out of a fashion show. It would’ve been extremely intimidating if you hadn’t personally been a witness to how clumsy Namjoon was, how lame Seokjin’s puns were, how scared Yoongi and Hoseok were of anything remotely resembling an insect, how Tae hadn’t managed to cook a single meal without setting off the fire alarm or giving Jimin food poisoning, how Jimin often collided into objects because he was laughing too much, or how Sooyoung had gotten lost multiple times on her way to campus in spite of driving along the same road for more than 3 years. You were sure Yeri, and the other two first years, would definitely get over the initial nerves and intimidation surrounding their colleagues. In fact, if Jungkook’s animated conversation with Jimin was anything to go by, it seemed like he had gotten over that already.

“Come on, I’ll introduce you to the others.” You steered Yeri in Sooyoung and Yoongi’s direction.

xxx

“Thanksgiving next week! I cannot wait to get away from this blasted Ethics class!”

You were currently in Seokjin and Yoongi’s shared posh apartment, trying to proof-read a paper before the conference deadline. On the couch next to you sat Seokjin and Namjoon, eyes blinking rapidly in tiredness, while Jimin sat across from you, his silver hair tied into a messy ponytail.

The door to the apartment swung open at that moment as Jungkook walked in, armed with takeout from at least 4 different places.

“I come bearing sustenance,” he announced, as Jimin jumped up with surprising alacrity and rushed towards him.

“Your Busan blood runs strong, my friend,” said Jimin, appreciatively, eyeing all the different containers on the table. “I knew I could count on you.”

“That makes zero sense, Jimin,” scoffed Sooyoung. She was buried deep inside Yoongi’s favorite bean bag, having taken it over since the owner was currently not at home. “But li’l Jeon has proven to be a valuable addition to our department.”

“Ugh! Don’t call him that! Li’l Jeon sounds like something else,” you said, scrunching your nose in distaste.

“I agree,” replied Jungkook, rolling up his sleeves as he began opening the containers carefully. “But i can assure you of one thing - there is nothing li’l about this Jeon. In any sense of the word.”

“I’ve lost my appetite,” you declared, throwing a particularly soft pillow over your face.

Three months into the semester and Jungkook had become an integral part of your group of friends. It had turned out that Jungkook and Jimin knew each other very well, having gone to school together in Busan. It’s not as if you hadn’t become well acquainted with the other two first years - Yeri still consulted you whenever she needed advice on how to deal with grading or professors or classes in general; and Lauren, an international student from France, was very friendly and turned up at all the department hangouts. But Jungkook seemed like he had been part of your group forever - not someone who had met almost everyone for the first time about 3 months ago. As was customary with first year PhD students, they were required to complete a few mandatory courses before being allowed to customize their coursework around their individual research interests. So even though Jungkook had all the same classes with Yeri and Lauren, almost every moment outside of classes was spent with one of you.

“I can’t believe it’s already time for Thanksgiving,” said Jimin, popping an entire dumpling into his mouth. “-ime eeli plyz.”

“Chew your food, you barbarian,” scolded Seokjin, blowing on a particularly large piece of fried chicken before putting the entirety into his mouth. A couple of chews and a large swallow later, Seokjin was ready for a second piece.

“Speak for yourself,” remarked Sooyoung, holding onto her food protectively.

“I remember Yoongi telling us during our orientation,” Namjoon piped up, a can of beer in his hand. “‘In a PhD program, days are slow, but semesters are fast’. I thought he was high at that time, but I realise now that he’s a true genius.”

“I still don’t get why you’re such a Yoongi fanboy,” grumbled Seokjin, settling comfortably into the couch once again. “I’m just as wise, and definitely a lot funnier.”

“Don’t forget about being a drama queen,” said Sooyoung, nudging Seokjin’s knee with her toes. “You’ve got that one over Yoongi as well.”

“Four years and you're still as ungrateful,” sighed Seokjin, looking uncharacteristically cheerful at the teasing.

“At least I’m consistent,” shrugged Sooyoung. “Gimme some of your kimchi.”

“Consistency is only useful across data samples,” remarked Seokjin, picking up a small amount of kimchi with his chopsticks and feeding Sooyoung. “Not sure how desirable it is in human relationships. Life would be unbearably dull in that case.”

“They’ve been dancing around each other for as long as I’ve known them. Why can’t they just get together and stop their incessant flirting in front of the rest of us,” you muttered darkly, vigorously pouring chili oil over your ramen. You, Namjoon, and Jungkook were still getting your food from the kitchen, while Jimin had gone ahead and joined the incessantly flirting pair in the living room.

“Y/N is always so bitter about anything to do with romance,” chuckled Namjoon. “Jungkook, do you know how annoyed she was when Hobi started dating last year?”

“No, I don’t think I’ve had the pleasure of hearing that story.” Jungkook glanced at you cheekily, while popping open a can of beer.

“She didn’t speak to him for an entire week. Which was particularly inconvenient because the three of us had just started living in the same apartment, and we were all assigned to assist Choi on her year-end department survey. Poor Hobi thought he might have to find a new place to live.”

“I’m sorry? Were you the one who came back home after extended office hours to find your friend butt-naked and balls-deep inside the barista who works across the street from our lab? I couldn’t get coffee from there for a month because I couldn’t look Sujin in the eye without immediately imagining Hobi in his natural drawers.”

Jungkook, who had chosen this exact moment to take a sip of beer, spat out the amber liquid on an unsuspecting Namjoon.

“That’s what you get for deriving pleasure from other people’s misfortunes,” you remarked, smugly.

xxx

It was around 11.30 in the morning, when you heard a loud knocking on your apartment door. Classes had broken for Thanksgiving yesterday, which meant that today was your day to catch up on all the sleep you had missed over the last three months. But instead, you had been woken up much ahead of your intended 16 hours of sleep schedule.

“You look awful.”

Jungkook walked into the apartment, looking far too fresh and sprightly for your liking. He was wearing that godforsaken plaid shirt that hung loosely off his body, but would highlight his rather well-defined muscles every time he happened to move in a particular way. You absolutely hated what a tease his shirt was. Fortunately for you, he wasn’t wearing the skin tight black jeans which always looked like they were about to burst at the seams, thanks to Jungkook’s equally well-defined thighs.

“It’s not even noon. Why can’t you call before showing up? Where are your manners, Jeon?” you grumbled, checking to see if your pajamas had any glaring holes in them.

“I need help with the data analysis,” he mumbled sheepishly. “Professor Lee gave me a really tough dataset because I breezed through the first two assignments.”

“Still don’t see why you came over without any notice at this ungodly hour,” you continued, tapping your foot impatiently.

“I also got jjajangmyeon, kimbap, and bubble tea from Kimchi Palace.”

“What kind of bubble tea?” you asked, pushing yourself off the doorframe.

“Strawberry milk tea, half sugar, light ice, with extra strawberry jelly, and no boba.”

“I suppose it isn’t that early.”

A few minutes later, you were explaining principal component analysis to Jungkook, while eating jjajangmyeon and sipping bubble tea. The kimbap was put into the fridge for later, in case Namjoon or Hoseok wanted to have some when they got home at night.

Jungkook was very intelligent; he picked up new concepts quite easily and was one hundred percent committed to whatever he worked on. He also had a refreshing sense of humor, where he didn’t always crack jokes or stay in the limelight, but his occasional quips were enough to send everyone into fits of laughter. He got along extremely well with each of them. He and Taehyung often walked around the city taking obscure, artsy photographs. Seokjin had basically adopted Jungkook as a younger brother due to his video gaming abilities. Namjoon was glad to finally have someone who enjoyed going on nature hikes with him, while Hoseok had been hugely impressed at Jungkook’s dancing and promptly asked him to help out at his studio. Jimin already knew Jungkook quite well, and Yoongi was more than happy to teach someone else the intricacies of cooking different kinds of meat. Even Sooyoung, who usually remained closed off from new people, had allowed Jungkook to use her car whenever someone needed to be picked up but she was too exhausted to drive.

“I’m sorry I came by so early. I know you’ve been looking forward to catching up on sleep over the break,” he said softly, looking up from his laptop. That was the other thing that had struck you about Jungkook, he was very perceptive and sensitive to people around him. A rare quality which you appreciated far more than you let on.

“It’s fine. You saved me from having to cook lunch. That itself deserves many prizes from my end. You know how I hate cooking,” you shrugged.

“Speaking of, I’m making dinner for me and Tae tonight. Jimin’s visiting his brother, so it's just the two of us. And since I’d rather not get food poisoning, I’m putting Yoongi’s lamb chop recipe to good use,” he grinned boyishly. “You should come over if you don’t have anything else planned. It’ll save you from cooking another meal.”

“I might take you up on that offer. Let me check if either Joon or Hobi are having dinner at home, otherwise I’ll definitely be there.”

xxx

Taehyung and Jimin (and now Jungkook) lived about 10 minutes away from your place. It was a much larger apartment, so three people were more than comfortable there. Jungkook was staying there until he found another place to stay, but judging by how happy Jimin and Taehyung were with him around, he would probably end up staying with them permanently.

“I found parking at your building for the first time today,” you remarked, dropping your bag on the nearest couch.

“Half the people are visiting family over the weekend. You won’t be so lucky next time.” Taehyung walked over lazily, his thick black hair falling messily over his eyes. He was dressed in his favorite Celine t-shirt and a pair of the loosest pants you had seen till date.

“The perm’s still looking good, Tae,” you grinned at him, taking the soda from his hand.

“I’m planning on getting it done again once it wears off,” he said happily, settling into the couch. “Catch up on your sleep? Or did Gguk ruin your Thanksgiving plans as well?”

“‘As well’?” you asked, trying to suppress a grin.

“Taking advantage of the nearly empty laundry room and washing all the sheets does not count as ‘ruining’ anyone’s Thanksgiving plans!” yelled Jungkook from inside the kitchen.

“He woke me up at 7 am and stripped the sheets off my bed, emptied all our laundry bags, and locked me out of my room so that I wouldn’t dirty the bare mattress with my grubby clothes.” Taehyung’s grumbling was always extremely funny because he would end up pouting by the end of his rant and no one would take him seriously after that.

“Okay, the bread is in the oven and should be ready in about 15. Lamb chops are almost done as well. We’ll be dining in no time,” said Jungkook, flopping onto the couch beside you.

“That gives me enough time to answer the emails Choi sent me this morning. Jimin was right, she’s a madwoman. Doesn’t understand what ‘a break’ is , apparently,” sighed Taehyung, getting up and walking towards his room. “Lemme know when the food is ready.”

3 years ago, if anyone had told you that you would be more than halfway through your PhD having become close friends with seven of the most handsome guys on campus (or even in the country), you would’ve laughed at them and then silently questioned their sanity. But now, you couldn’t imagine life without them. Even Jungkook, you realised, glancing at the boy next to you. He had also become an extremely important part of your life. He didn’t say much, but his actions made things abundantly clear. He was extremely caring and thoughtful, even if he didn’t always have the right words to express himself.

“What’re you thinking?” he asked, looking at you sleepily.

“That this soda is almost lukewarm.”

“Don’t lie.”

“I’m not.”

Suddenly, you felt a rough set of fingers poking your ribcage. Slowly, but surely, you were squirming in place as you struggled to not spill your soda while Jungkook continued tickling you mercilessly.

“I know your weakness, remember?” he managed to say between giggles, his voice turning high-pitched as it usually did when he laughed too hard.

“Gguk stop! The soda! It’ll spill on the carpet!” you gasped, trying to keep your hand steady.

“Oh shit! Sorry. Yeah, Jimin would freak out if he saw a stain on this carpet.” Jungkook let you go so that you could place the soda can on the nearest table. But as soon as you had freed your hands, you jumped on him and pinned him on the couch.

“I also know your weakness, Gguk,” you grinned, deviously, before tickling him with all your might.

Needless to say, a scenario with two people in their mid-twenties behaving like 4 year olds, was bound to have certain consequences. In this case, it ended with both you and Jungkook falling off the couch, your faces mere inches away from each other.

This wasn’t the first time you had been struck by how handsome Jungkook was. In fact, you had noticed the exact number of moles on his face and neck, having stopped yourself from reaching out and touching the one under his lower lip on more than one occasion. His large doe eyes also held a certain innocence and wonder in them, even though he was an extremely bright and capable PhD student with a lot of varied knowledge bases. Not just that, his impressive physique had caught you off guard many times. Particularly because it contrasted so heavily with his boyish face.

None of that mattered at this moment, as you could feel his breath on your face. He was so close… If you reached up a little bit, you would be-

“The oven timer’s been beeping for the last 10 minutes. But you both are too busy eye-fucking each other to notice.”

Taehyung’s deep voice caused you both to spring apart from each other, mortification heating up your face and neck. Jungkook’s ears, you noticed, had turned a very beautiful shade of red as well.

Dinner wasn’t as awkward as you expected because Yoongi dropped by a few minutes after your ‘eye-fucking’ session, extremely hungry and annoyed at Seokjin - who had decided to use this night to slow cook some pork.

“Gguk, this is really good,” said Yoongi, once all of you had finished eating. “Didn’t think you’d be able to get it right on the first go! Y/N, what’d you think? You’ve been awfully quiet the whole time.”

You nodded your head in response, keenly aware of Taehyung’s intense gaze that followed your every move. “It was really good, Gguk. Thanks for a lovely meal.”

“Do you need a ride home, Yoongi?” you asked, once all the dishes had been cleared away. “I’ve got my car.”

“Life-saver. I need to pick up a tin of coffee from the convenience store. I’ll meet you at the parking lot in 10?” said Yoongi slipping on his jacket.

“Wait, I’ll go with you. I need to buy some soda,” said Taehyung, springing up suddenly. Not bothering to change out of his slippers, he rushed out after Yoongi, but not before glancing quickly between you and Jungkook and sending you a rather outrageous wink.

“That was… weird,” you remarked, relieved to see that Jungkook had missed your exchange with Taehyung. “Anyway, thanks again for a great meal. You’re a really good cook, Gguk.”

“Thanks,” he said, not really looking up from his phone. He had also been rather silent throughout the meal.

“I’m heading out then. See you later, Gguk.” You picked up your bag and proceeded to open the door.

“Y/N?”

“Yeah?” You turned around to find Jungkook standing rather close to you. You could see the mole below his lower lip quite clearly from here.

“You never told me what you were thinking about.” His voice was a lot more husky than usual, and you gulped as you realised you had no clue what to say to him.

“I-”

Before you could finish your half-formed sentence, Jungkook’s lips were on yours, kissing you slowly. After being frozen for a second or two, your hands made their way into his soft brown curls, relishing in the feeling of having him so close to you. You realised that you had been wanting to do this for a while now. Maybe even since the first day of classes, when he had offered you his cup of coffee after the machine in the department had stopped working.

“Never mind,” he said, breaking the kiss with a soft ‘chu’. “You can tell me another time. Yoongi’s probably waiting at the parking lot.”

“And Tae might come back any minute now,” you said, your voice barely above a whisper.

“I’ll see you tomorrow,” he said, a soft smile on his face.

“Tomorrow?” It seemed like your brain had short circuited.

“Yeah.” He dipped down and placed another chaste kiss on your mouth, before displaying his adorable bunny smile. “But even that seems too far away right now.”

You were really grateful that you managed to get both yourself and Yoongi home without crashing the car that night. Once you got home, you checked your phone and found two messages - a text from Jungkook checking if you had reached home safe, and another one from Taehyung.

T: the couch is off limits. don’t even think about it...

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