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[le-velo-pour-dru]

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[bytemee]

chapter seven. | WHERE DO YOU SLEEP? — yu jimin.

𝘀𝗵𝗼𝗿𝘁𝗲𝗻𝗲𝗱 𝘀𝘆𝗻𝗼𝗽𝘀𝗶𝘀 — y/n, a rising music producer, has built her dream career while keeping her personal life under wraps. karina, aespa’s leader, is preparing for a huge comeback with a mini album produced and written by the one and only y/n.

karina knows this is the opportunity of a lifetime, and she has to nail it. the only problem is, she may be a bit distracted by her producer.

something about their connection feels different—like maybe it's worth the risk of prying eyes. but how much will they give up to chase after what they want?

𝘄𝗮𝗿𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴𝘀 — just really fluffy, they take a little risk, kissing, let me know if there's more!

𝘄𝗼𝗿𝗱𝘀 — 4.1k

𝗮𝘂𝘁𝗵𝗼𝗿𝘀 𝗻𝗼𝘁𝗲— they're so cute i love them

taglist (open) — @sunshinez4 @gtfoiydlyj @yuyuy90 @liaponderstings @rinapomu @bimkayd

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again, the universe seems to be on jimin's side, as it's currently raining in la, meaning the shoot for the music video is delayed until the late evening. it's a small blessing, one that's welcomed by all, but most especially by the two of you. it means she and the entire group will have the day off, and the two of you can spend it together.

your first thought is to take her out somewhere nice, and you almost suggest the beach or the pier before realizing how stupid that would be. it's raining. instead, the two of you decide to cook breakfast together before deciding that later you're going to spend the rest of the day doing what you love most—binging netflix.

there's a sense of domesticity, cooking together, as if the two of you have been doing this for years. you move around the kitchen with ease, like two well-oiled machines. every so often, her arm brushes against yours, and she offers you a small, apologetic smile, but neither of you is really sorry. you don't mind the physical contact, the casual touches, the way her presence puts you at ease.

she wonders if you've ever thought of moving to korea. if you'd consider it.

it's crossed jimin's mind before. that you moving to korea would mean being closer to her and your grandma. that you could go from being an international artist to a soloist in korea without any dent to your career. she knows that there are a million different factors that go into that decision, but she can't help but hope that you'll at least consider it.

to imagine more moments like this, just the two of you. moments that aren't limited to a few days, weeks, or months. moments that could become routine, part of everyday life. she wants that so badly, more than anything, but it's a pipe dream, a fantasy. she can't ask that of you. she can't expect you to move to korea, especially since your entire career has taken place in the us. she's being selfish, and she knows it.

and maybe it's too early to bring up such a serious topic.

you're chopping some veggies, and she's scrambling eggs when she clears her throat, breaking the comfortable silence. "y/n."

"hmm?"

she doesn't answer right away, and for a moment, you're worried, but then she sighs, a hint of a smile playing at her lips. "can i ask you something?"

you glance up, a curious expression on your face. "mhm."

"do you wanna go out tonight?"

you blink, caught off guard by the question. "go out?"

"yeah," she says, setting the spatula down and leaning against the counter. she takes in the sight of you, a faint blush coloring her cheeks, and bites her lip, considering her next words carefully. "like… dinner. somewhere nice. just us."

for a moment, you're quiet, processing her words. it's not that the idea of going out with her feels odd—it doesn't. the two of you have shared countless meals together at cozy cafes, diners, and restaurants, and those moments have always been a lot of fun. but those outings could easily pass as casual, as something platonic to anyone watching. besides, you've always gone out in disguises, hiding behind caps, masks, and oversized hoodies.

you've worked so hard to keep your personal life yours. after everything—your career, your family, your past relationships—you've learned how important it is to keep certain pieces of yourself guarded.

but then there's jimin, standing across from you, looking at you like she's waiting for the ground to swallow her up because you still haven't said anything.

and suddenly, all those reasons to stay quiet feel like excuses.

"won't that… i don't know, get us caught?" you finally say, the words leaving your mouth slowly, cautiously.

her expression falters for just a second before she shrugs, a small, almost defiant smile tugging at her lips. "maybe. but maybe not. maybe, if we're lucky, no one will even notice. or maybe they will, but who cares?"

"jimin…"

she shakes her head before you can finish, pushing off the counter and moving closer, close enough that she has to tilt her head up slightly to meet your eyes. "i'm serious, y/n. i know we've been careful so far, and it's been great. but… don't you want to stop hiding? just for one night? don't you want to just be able to sit across from me and hold my hand and talk without worrying about anyone catching us? doesn't that sound nice?"

the thought of it—of sitting across from her in a restaurant, a normal, unbothered, romantic restaurant, the two of you dressed up, your eyes only on each other, not caring who sees, not worrying about the consequences—it makes your heart swell. to hold her hand in public, to laugh too loud at a joke she tells over dinner without worrying who might be watching.

you want it. you do. so badly.

but why risk something so perfect and pure for a fleeting moment of freedom? what if it all goes wrong?

"i don't know, jimin. are you sure? we could just go somewhere else, somewhere—"

"somewhere with masks and hats and sweatshirts, yeah," she says, an edge to her tone.

you frown, feeling your own frustration building.

"we always do that. i don't want to. for once, i want it to just be the two of us."

"but—"

"please, y/n. don't you want to see me dressed up?" she asks, a hint of teasing in her voice.

you stare at her, words caught in your throat. of course you do. who wouldn't? but the risk…

"if it makes you uncomfortable, we don't have to. but i think it'll be worth it."

"okay," you murmur, barely audible.

her brows lift, her lips parting slightly. "okay?"

you take a deep breath and try again, this time louder, steadier. "okay. let's do it."

the smile that spreads across her face is so bright it almost makes you forget why you were hesitating in the first place. almost.

her excitement is contagious, though, and when she steps forward to loop her arms around your neck, a giddy feeling blooms in your chest. she leans up on her tiptoes and presses a quick kiss to your lips before pulling back, her hands slipping down to your shoulders.

"okay," she echoes, her eyes glittering.

"i just hope i won't embarrass you," you joke, earning an eye roll from her.

"trust me, there's nothing embarrassing about you." she says, a playful glint in her eyes.

"that's debatable." you grin, kissing her forehead, the tip of her nose, and then her lips.

her giggle is muffled by your lips, but her grip on your shirt tightens, keeping you in place.

your doorbell rings, and you raise an eyebrow, confused. you're not expecting anyone. you let go of her, stepping aside, and cautiously make your way to the door, wondering who could be interrupting this early.

jimin turns her focus back to the stove. it smells amazing.

"you've got to be kidding me!" you yell from the entryway.

her head snaps up, her eyes widening in surprise; for a moment, panic surges—who's at the door? what happened? but before she can move, she hears footsteps and sees you returning to the kitchen, practically dragging a man in a headlock.

"ah! y/n…s..top! i can't breathe!" he exclaims, and it's not until you hear his voice that she recognizes him. it's jamie, your manager, who's currently being held hostage by you. he hits your arm, trying to break free, but you only tighten your grip, an annoyed expression on your face.

"what the hell are you doing here?" you demand, and he groans, struggling against your hold.

"i need you to sign some papers," he says, his words muffled as you tighten your hold on his neck.

"no. now go away."

he manages to break free, and he staggers back, gasping for air, his hands on his knees. "jesus, y/n. can't you give me a break?"

"i'm on vacation, remember?" you remind him.

he sighs, standing up straight and straightening his shirt. "i know, and i'm sorry. it's just—" then he glances around, and the moment his eyes land on jimin, he freezes. "k-karina?"

she waves, giving him a shy smile. he's completely frozen in shock, his mouth hanging open. jamie's gaze darts between the two of you—the sight of your clothes on her body, the breakfast, the casualness of the entire situation.

"hi," she greets him with a small wave, her cheeks tinted pink.

"hi," he repeats, his voice strained.

he presses his lips together, humming a familiar tune under his breath as if trying to block out whatever he's thinking. you and jimin exchange a look, both fighting the urge to laugh. jamie, however, seems determined to play it cool, though his attempts are anything but subtle. he takes a deep breath, pulling out a folder from his bag and holding it out to you.

"here," he says, "these need your signature. i would've emailed, but—"

"you know i don't check emails," you cut him off, and he lets out a long-suffering sigh.

"exactly. and your phone's been going straight to voicemail."

"oh…" you frown, glancing at the stairs. "it's probably dead. be right back."

you dart off, sliding across the wood floor in your socks as you head to your room. jamie watches you disappear, then turns to jimin, who's trying her best to focus on plating the eggs but is clearly dying of embarrassment.

"so," he starts, his voice low but not unfriendly. "how long has this been a thing?"

jimin stiffens, her hands stilling for a moment before she sets the spatula down and turns to him. "um… for a bit," she admits, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear.

jamie hums, nodding. he takes a few steps closer, leaning against the counter and folding his arms over his chest. jamie hums, nodding. he takes a few steps closer, leaning against the counter and folding his arms over his chest.

"look," he says, his tone softening. "y/n's like a little sister to me. and she's…"

he pauses, choosing his words carefully. "she's an emotional kid. not in a bad way," he adds quickly, seeing jimin's expression shift. "she's just…she can be a lot to handle sometimes. it's just her nature. she feels everything so deeply. and that's great for her music, but in her personal life? it can be a lot."

jimin nods slowly, unsure of where he's going with this.

"she's been through so much," jamie continues. "she never really got to be a kid, y'know? always working, always under pressure. she's finally allowing herself to have some fun. and i'm glad. she deserves it."

jimin swallows thickly, her heart pounding in her chest. "so…what are you saying?" she says quietly. it feels like she's being lectured by a parent. a parent whose daughter is dating a bad influence.

"look, i'm not saying this to scare you off," jamie says, his voice gentle. "i just…i need to know you're serious. because the last thing she needs right now, in the middle of working on her album, is something she can't handle."

"i am serious," she says softly. "i care about her. a lot."

jamie studies her for a moment, then nods, seemingly satisfied. "alright," he says, pushing off the counter. "i'll take your word for it. for now."

before jimin can respond, you come barreling back into the kitchen, your phone in hand. "it was dead," you announce, waving it in the air. "happy now?"

jamie smirks, holding out the folder again. "ecstatic. now, sign these so i can leave you two lovebirds alone."

you groan, snatching the folder from him and shooting him a glare. "you're the worst." you sit at the kitchen island flipping through the papers, skimming over them. most of it is just legal stuff, terms and conditions for upcoming projects. you skim over the pages, signing and dating where needed.

"and yet, you'd be lost without me," he shoots back, a smug grin on his face.

jimin laughs quietly, the tension in her chest easing as she watches the two of you bicker. despite his earlier words, it's clear jamie cares deeply for you, and she can't help but feel grateful for that.

as she watches you argue, her mind wanders, and her smile fades. does everyone think that about you? that you're some fragile little girl who can't handle a relationship?

you glance at her, noticing her pensive expression, and immediately, your irritation dissipates. your brow furrows, and you shoot her a concerned look, which only makes her look away, embarrassed.

"alright," jamie sighs, taking the folder from you and flipping it closed. "i should get going. i'm sure you two have… plans. he wiggles his eyebrows, earning a glare from you.

"get out," you huff, but there's no bite to your words.

"see you soon, y/n," he says, giving you a wave. "it was nice seeing you again, karina."

she gives him a small smile. "you too."

with that, he turns and heads for the front door, his footsteps echoing as he makes his way through the house. once he's gone, the two of you turn to each other, an awkward silence settling between you.

"i'm sorry about him," you say, breaking the silence first. "he can be a bit much."

she shakes her head, laughing softly. "it's okay. i know he's just looking out for you."

"yeah, but still," you mutter, frowning. "i just hate that people feel the need to meddle," you continue, running a hand through your hair, frustrated. "i'm fine. i can handle myself."

jimin watches you carefully, her eyes softening. "i know you can," she says, her voice gentle. "but i also know how much pressure you put on yourself. and i just… i want to make sure you're okay, y/n."

your heart clenches, and you swallow hard, the lump in your throat refusing to budge. the fact that she's worried about you, the fact that she's putting your well-being above everything else, it's… it's more than you could've asked for.

"i am," you finally say, clearing your throat. "really. i'm fine."

she smiles, the corners of her eyes crinkling as she reaches for you. her hand finds yours, her fingers intertwining with yours.

after breakfast, jimin decided it'd be best for her to check on her members before your plans later that evening. you watched her gather her things, her delicate fingers brushing through her hair as she hummed softly. before she left, she leaned down to press a gentle kiss to your forehead, a small smile playing at her lips.

"i'll see you tonight."

you waved goodbye to her, and before the door even closed, a warmth spread through you. it was a feeling you had grown accustomed to, a feeling that only grew the more you got to know her. a feeling that was becoming more and more familiar the more time you spent together. a feeling that, in spite of everything, seemed to be getting stronger.

and then, when the time finally came, the two of you made your way down the streets of los angeles, the evening sun setting over the city. it was a short drive from your home to the restaurant, the two of you sitting comfortably in the backseat while your driver navigated the evening traffic. occasionally, your eyes would meet, and the shy smiles that followed betrayed just how nervous yet exhilarated you both were.

the restaurant itself was tucked away, the entrance hidden among a row of shops and restaurants. as your car pulled up, a valet opened the door, and you and jimin exited the vehicle. as you stood there, her hand wrapped around your elbow, the two of you looked at each other, both smiling at how perfect the night was.

you led her inside, her arm still hooked in yours, and you were immediately greeted by a host, who promptly guided you to a secluded table in the back of the restaurant. it was a private space, one that afforded you both the luxury of not having to hide.

"you're ordering for the both of us," you said with a sly grin, not looking up from the menu.

her eyes widened. "me? why me?"

"because," you shrugged, "you're the guest, which means you get the honor of ordering. plus, your english is good. don't act like it's not."

she narrowed her eyes, clutching the menu as if it might shield her from your teasing. "i hate you," she muttered under her breath, her voice barely audible but still eliciting a laugh from you. she raised her fist in a half-hearted threat but quickly put it down when the waiter appeared, a friendly smile on his face.

jimin glanced over the menu, her brows furrowed in concentration as she took her time deciding. she ordered two dishes—one a pasta dish and the other a seafood soup—both of which sounded amazing. she kept glancing at you between sentences, like she was checking if she was doing okay, and every time, you gave her a little smile to let her know she was.

she handled it perfectly—not that you expected anything less—and when the waiter left, you couldn't hide the proud grin on your face.

"you nailed it," you said casually, and she just gave a small shrug, but you could tell she was pleased with herself.

from there, the night flowed so easily it almost felt unreal. the appetizers came out, and before you knew it, you were both sharing stories, laughing over little things, and swapping bites of food like it was the most natural thing in the world. you didn't have to worry about who was listening or what anyone thought—it was just the two of you, and that was all you needed.

"oh my god," she exclaimed, her mouth full of food, her cheeks puffed up like a chipmunk.

you couldn't help but laugh, feeling that flutter in your chest that always seemed to happen when she was around. you had been in the middle of telling a funny story, but as you watched her, the punchline completely slipped your mind.

her laugh filled the quiet space of the restaurant, the sound light and infectious. it made her throw her head back just a little, her eyes crinkling in that adorable way you loved. the smile on her face was so contagious you couldn't stop yourself from grinning too.

and then there was the way she looked at you—like you were the only person in the world, like whatever you were saying was the most important thing she'd ever heard, even if it wasn't.

you tried to keep going, taking a sip of water to clear your head, but your words started to blur together. she was still staring at you, her lips curling into that lopsided grin of hers.

as the night went on and the restaurant quieted down, the two of you found yourselves at the bar, nursing cocktails neither of you had ordered but happily accepted because they looked pretty. it was a cozy little bar, dimly lit with soft music playing in the background. jimin stood beside you, her fingers brushing absentmindedly against the edge of the counter.

neither of you were drunk—just a little tipsy, a warm buzz spreading through you. the atmosphere was calm, relaxed. the bartender kept an eye on you two but didn't interrupt, letting you enjoy your space.

it was nice. soothing, even.

you sat there, watching her with a smile tugging at your lips. you loved seeing her like this, relaxed and being herself, not performing or trying to impress anyone. she wasn't trying to be anything she wasn't. you loved the way her hair fell over her shoulder and how she kept running her fingers through it, the little things that made her, well, her.

she looked like she was about to say something, but instead, she took a step closer to you, wrapping her arms around your shoulders, pulling you in. slowly, almost hesitantly, she leaned down and kissed you softly on the lips. the sweet taste of the cocktail lingered on her tongue, and when her lips parted against yours, it felt like everything around you faded away.

the only thing that mattered was her, the taste of her, and the warmth of her breath on your skin.

she pulled away first, her eyes meeting yours, and she smiled. the way her eyes sparkled made it clear she knew exactly how you felt—because you were thinking the same thing.

the night went on, and the city outside continued to hum, but the two of you stayed wrapped in your own little bubble, where nothing else seemed to matter but the magic of the moment.

eventually, the night came to an end, and the two of you walked back to the car, hand in hand. the soft glow of the streetlights reflected off the wet pavement, the rain now just a drizzle. the streets were nearly empty, the nightlife long gone.

it was a rare quiet moment—just the two of you, no cameras, no crowds, no distractions. the rain had slowed to a light mist, and the clouds had parted enough for the moon to peek out, casting a faint silver light on the sidewalk.

you were lost in your thoughts, replaying the night in your head. your heart felt lighter, the weight of the day gone, replaced with a calmness you hadn't expected.

jimin squeezed your hand, snapping you out of it.

you turned to look at her, the light casting shadows across her face, and she was glowing. her eyes sparkled, and there was this soft, content smile on her lips. she was radiant, and in that moment, you couldn't help but think how lucky you were to be with her.

she was so beautiful, almost ethereal, like you were walking beside a goddess.

"penny for your thoughts?" she asked, her voice soft, almost a whisper.

you smiled, your heart skipping a beat. "just thinking about you."

"is that so?" she asked, raising an eyebrow, amused.

you nodded, not even trying to hide the grin on your face. "mhm."

she waited for you to say more, and though you wanted to stay quiet and savor the simplicity of the night, you couldn't resist.

"i was just thinking about how lucky i am. to be here with you, walking like this."

she blushed, looking away for a second.

"and," you added, taking a deep breath, "how lucky i am that you came into my life. i didn't think i could feel this happy again."

her cheeks turned even redder, and she reached for your hand, lacing her fingers with yours.

"i'm the lucky one," she said quietly, her voice barely audible, the faintest smile pulling at her lips.

"we'll have to agree to disagree," you replied, squeezing her hand, the two of you falling into a comfortable silence.

the car pulled up, and the driver jumped out, opening the door for both of you.

on the ride back to the hotel, you were both laughing, and the whole time, you were acutely aware of how close jimin was to you. her head rested on your shoulder, her arm around yours, her fingers tracing gentle circles on your forearm.

when the car pulled up to the hotel, the two of you didn't move, and the driver cleared his throat, a hint of amusement in his voice. "we're here."

reluctantly, she pulled away from you a pout on her lips, and you chuckled, placing a soft kiss on her forehead. her eyes fluttered closed, and her nose scrunched up as if she were trying not to laugh. you couldn't help but think about how cute she was.

slowly, she opened her eyes, a small, shy smile on her lips.

"thanks," she murmured, her cheeks flushed.

"always," you replied, the word slipping out before you could stop it.

her smile widened, and she pressed a kiss to your lips, her hands resting gently on either side of your face. it was quick, soft, and tender, and it left your lips tingling. and when she pulled away, she pressed her lips to your again, and again, and again.

you giggled, breaking the kiss. "alright, alright. you need to get some sleep."

she sighed, but there was a playfulness in her eyes, the corners of her mouth curling upwards.

"you're right," she said, reaching for the door handle, the door swinging open. you continued watching her as she stepped out of the car, the cool night air making her hair flutter slightly. she turned back, giving you one last smile before she started walking toward the hotel entrance.

your chest tightened a little, not wanting the moment to end just yet. before you could fully process the thought, you rolled down the window on the other side of the car.

"jimin," you called softly.

she stopped immediately and turned around and without hesitation, she jogged back to the car. her hands found your face again, and she leaned in, pressing another kiss to your lips. this one was longer as if she were trying to capture the feeling of the night and keep it forever.

"i'll call you later, okay?"

you nodded, leaning into her touch, a small sigh escaping your lips.

"okay," she said softly, her eyes lingering on yours.

"bye."

you smiled, and her hand fell from your face as she turned to walk back toward the hotel.

"goodnight, y/n," she called over her shoulder.

"night, love."

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[blessedbyahuntress]

Blessed by a Trickster

Chapter Thirteen: Crap. Why Can't He Just Stay Outside Like a Good Boy?

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Warnings: I don't... believe so?

Word Count: 1.132k

Listen to: Done For

You glanced at the doors of the palace as you turned to Odysseus. You were not going to let your thoughts linger on Hermes for any longer.

“Okay, here’s the plan,” you said before your captain could even open his mouth. You placed a fist in the center of your other palm and gave Odysseus a toothy grin. “You, stay out here.”

“What?” He demanded.

“You heard me.” Your voice was calm as you stood in the line of your captain’s misguided rage. “She may listen to a woman, and if you show yourself, you risk our chance to get our men back.” Your gaze softened a fraction as you saw the distressed look on Odysseus’s face. “I know it’s hard, but you have to let me do this.”

“Fine.” He turned head away from you, eyes studying a patch of grass to the left of his feet as if the vegetation was the most interesting thing he’d seen all day. “Just… don’t get hurt, alright? Eurylochus and Polites won’t ever forgive me if anything happens.”

He didn’t give you a second glance as he made his way back into the forest, and for once you were glad, for he didn’t see the rosy blush tinted across your cheeks from his statement. 

You took a deep breath and forced open the doors. Best idea? No, but you weren’t in the right state of mind to worry about that as you walked into the palace. 

It was just as luxurious on the inside as it was on the outside, walls adorned with gold and silver jewels that gleamed in the sunlight. Nymphs eyed you from doorways but didn’t stop you or ask for your name; your air of confidence perfected with delicate poise stopped them from even moving a centimeter.

You raised your head and walked straight into what must’ve been a throne room, despite the grand dining table in the centre. 

You saw Circe cleaning up the dishes, her back facing you. You narrowed your eyes, but decided to follow your own advice and start with the more respectable approach. 

“Lady of the palace, sorry that I ask this, but I hope that I’ve been misinformed,” You took a few steps forward, keeping your chin high. 

Circe whirled around at the sound of your voice. She tensed as she guessed why you were in her palace. 

“I sent out some scouts to take a look around through here.” You gestured vaguely around you as you continued. “And they wound up at your doors.” 

You picked up a glass and examined it, though your mind was racing. “Through the years, we seldom get a warm welcome, so I must ask just to be sure.” You raised your eyes to Circe’s. “Did you do something to them?”

Circe smiled. “Who, me?” She questioned, pointing a finger to herself. “All I did was reveal their true forms.”

You scowled. “You turned them into pigs.”

She looked at you as if you might be more of a pest than she had thought. “Huh.”

You only realized Circe held a wand when she pointed at you menacingly. “I don’t know who you are, nor why you’re here.” One deliberate step toward you. “But let me make this one thing clear. I’ve got people to protect. Nymphs I can’t neglect.” She pointed at a few nymphs who had apparently followed you in. 

Circe drifted closer, and you saw that she was hovering in midair, just like Hermes did. “So I’m not taking chances, dear.”

“If you make one wrong move, then you’re done for.” Circe held up a singular finger, a miniature tornado swirling around the tip. “Anything I don’t approve, then you’re done for. I could put a spell on you and you’re done for.” She sent a gust of wind in your direction, but you sidestepped easily; you knew she could do better. The witch only wanted to frighten you away rather than actually put a spell on you.

“Oh, you better run or soon you will be done for,” Circe said.

You smirked. “I don’t mean to tip your scale, but you will fail at placing any spells on me,” you assert. “I just ate a flower, one that claims your power.” You drew your sword in a flash of silver movement and pointed it at her. “So you better cower now and flee.”

Circe blinked in confusion. “You must be a liar. Mortals can’t acquire moly without dire consequence.”

You smiled with what you hoped was breezy confidence. “Then I must be god like you,” you reasoned. “‘Cause I got this root from the ground with my bare hands.”

The witch gave you an unamused look. “Hermes gave it to you, didn’t he?” She demanded. 

You crossed your arms and huffed. “Okay, fine, yes, but regardless,” you muttered, taking another step so that your sword was almost touching her. 

“You and I are now evenly matched,” you stated. “Our fates are intertwined, they’re attached.”

Circe looked down at her wand and then her nymphs. “I’ve got people to protect!”

You shook your head. “Friends I can’t neglect.”

You and Circe spoke in harmony. “So now there is no turning back.”

A form of a lion flickered to light behind the witch, and you narrowed your eyes, summoning your own creature- a massive hawk, you found. How ironic, the sacred animal of Hermes.

“You’ve made your one wrong move, now you’re done for.” You advance on Circe as your hawk engages in battle with the lion.

“I will be the one to prove that you’re done for,” the witch snarled as she threw spell after spell at you.

You parried each and every one, your blade seeming to absorb the magic. “Not even a spell saves you, ‘cause you’re done for. Oh, you better run, or soon you will be done for.”

You cut Circe’s wand in half as she tried to put it between your sword and her neck. 

“You’ve lost,” you announced, blade to the witch’s neck.

Circe curled her fingers around your sword, which you thought was a very bold move, considering the position she was currently in. 

“My nymphs are like my daughters, I protect them, at all costs.” You looked away, knowing that Circe was trying to extract sympathy from you. “The last time we let strangers live, we faced a heavy loss,” she continued. “You’ve given me no reason to bestow you with my trust.” 

Circe paused for a second, looking over your shoulder and smiling wickedly. “But everyone’s true colors are revealed in acts of lust.”

You turned to see what she was staring at. Your nostrils flared. Hadn’t you told the idiot to stay outside? Yes, you remember saying so.

But no, Odysseus stood in the doorway.

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Friendly Match: Part 2 of 2

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Summary: You and JK have been friends for a few months. You first ran into each other at your boxing gym and had become fast friends. At least you are trying to keep those boundaries, as you’ve dubbed Jungkook as off limits because of his idol status. But does Jungkook know he’s off limits?

Idol!Jungkook X BlackFemReader(plus sized reader)

Warnings: FILTH. SMUT. Unprotected sex(wrap it up). JK is obsessed with Reader including her body. JK is a munch(cunnalingus). Sparring.(Manhandling, wrestling, Judo). Dryhumpping. Choking(HAHAHA). Rough Sex. Squirting. Dirty Talk. Spit kink. Reader has a potty mouth, but so does JK. JK is a little shit. Gym Sex. Semi-Public Sex. Dom JK. Sub reader (Likes to put up a fight though). . Biting. Bratty Reader. Reader gives off independent black woman vibes.Slight Noona Kink(if you squint). Slight Angst. Language barrier is there but vibes.

*Glossary for Korean can be found at end of chapter.*

AN: I meant it when I said filth….enjoy!

While you were preparing Jungkook proceeded to complete a round of small stretches, warming up his body. Though it would be low impacting, he wasn’t about to put himself at risk by pulling a muscle.

“Have you worked on falling properly yet?” Sliding into the ring you stood up and lightly jumped in place a bit, shaking out your limbs. Though his question might have sounded odd it was something your coach had stressed about at the beginning of your training. Always protect your head.

Nodding you twisted your back a bit until it popped and did the same to the other side. “Yeah, we did a bit of that the other day.”

Jungkook rolled his shoulders back a few times before he slowly started approaching you. “Cool, let's sweep a few times and see how your form is. We won’t count this.”

Over the next few moments, you and Jungkook worked on your falling. He would wrap his hands around your ankles and pull your feet from underneath you. The goal here was to make sure you always landed on your back properly. Your head lifted up above your shoulders and your back proan against the mat. You did this a couple of times until Jungkook felt you were ready to start.

You two spread out in the ring, fighting stances mirroring one another. Yet you refused to make the first move. Judo was all about using your opponent's strength against them, so being the first one to move wasn’t always the best strategy. But neither was waiting around—As Jungkook quickly proved to you.

The man had dashed forward and grappled your upper body. Using his momentum he then twisted and knocked his hip into your side and his heel into the back of your knee. Using his grip on your forearm and the back of your neck, Jungkook maneuvered your body over then down to the mat and pinned you immediately to the floor.

You lay panting slightly below him blinking up at the ceiling. You didn’t expect that to happen so quickly. You sometimes forget how nimble Jungkook was, the man was so quick you could barely even counter his attack.

Jungkook smirks as he loosened his hold on your arm, his hand planted on the floor next to your head— upper body hovering over your own. “…그거 하나입니다.”

Your eyes shift from the ceiling to the smug look on Jungkook’s face at his words and anger slowly starts to simmer underneath your skin—your pride now officially bruised. Losing sucked, especially to Jungkook. Not only was he a sore loser, but worst of all he was a sore winner. Whenever you two played 1vs1 in Overwatch, whether he was victorious or not he would become insufferable, but it was always worse when he was the winner. However if anyone was to ask your close friends, they would say the exact same thing about you.

“여섯 개가 더 남았습니다.”

Glaring you use your hands and press them against his chest, pushing him away. And Jungkook let you, thinking you were just trying to get up and reset. What he didn’t account for was your legs coming up from beneath him and wrap his torso in a scorpion hold. He felt your ankles lock behind his back and your knee squeezing against his rib cage.

It was a good move, and he hadn’t expected it from someone of your level. Honestly he was thinking you both would just do some throws, he didn’t think you had advanced to floorwork yet. He grunted feeling your knees put pressure on his rib cage, the pain acute and instant. It was designed to disarm your opponent enough for them to tap out. It would definitely work in a fight against someone at a similar level as you.

Your fists dig into his shirt, stretching the fabric out considerably. Focusing hard on keeping your hold and knees firm. You’ve done this before on your coach and the man let you know you had actually bruised him. So you knew it would at least do some damage to Jungkook, enough for you to figure out your next move.

Feeling Jungkook moving had your thighs flexing even tighter. Again the move would have worked on someone on the same level as you, but as you had pointed out earlier he was a black belt.

Planting his feet on the floor Jungkook slowly rose up and pushed one of his palms down flat on your stomach while the other gripped at the waistband of your leggings. His fingers work their way under the fabric and glides along your smooth skin. With his hunched over position, it had made it so your knees had slipped down his torso and to his hips.

You ground your teeth as you tried to keep your hold on the man, but the hand against your stomach, plus gravity were against you. With your body slightly suspended in the air, Jungkook used the hand that had worked its way into the waistband of your leggings and pulled hard on the fabric. Forcing your body to twist over and downward towards the floor.

Your ankles unlock from around his back as trying to force the hold had caused your knees to twing in pain. With your body low key at his mercy now, you found yourself facedown on the mat and his body pressed down hard against your back holding you firmly to the floor.

One of his knees had made its place between your thighs, his lower body flush against your side. While one of his forearms presses across your shoulder blades.

You’re fully panting now from excursion, your cheek resting against the cool material of the floor. So you totally lost that round as well, but you did manage to surprise him. In fact the way you heard him panting behind you, and how his weight was pressing you to the floor made a laugh bubble out of your chest.

Jungkook’s head ticked to the side in confusion when he heard you start laughing. Leaning down he tilts his body a bit so he can look at your face better. “웃고 있나요? 왜요?”

His question only made you laugh harder. The move Jungkook pulled on you was clearly a more advanced technique. It was crazy smooth and he made it look effortless. But the fact that the man had even used it against you was inflating your ego immensely. “Such a try-hard 정국아.”

You saw the way the man’s jawline ticked. His tongue pressing against the inside of his cheek. He was clearly pissed off. You’ve seen him get this way many times before, especially playing video games with him like you did. And each time you had to remind yourself not to cross that imaginary line. No matter how fucking hot he looked.

Jungkook heard the term ‘Try Hard’ being thrown around a few times amongst your friends. You had explained to him once before on how it was used more as an insult than a compliment.

The arm he had against your back shifted to rest along the floor by your head and you became keenly aware of Jungkook's weight. The way his stomach brushed along your lower back from each deep breath he took, not to mention how you could feel him thick and heavy against the side of your hip. —Fuck he felt huge. Of course it is….Mr. BDE.

“That’s 2 now 누나.”

Though his comment was meant as a jab and you were honestly a little distracted by how his body pressed against yours and it only amplified the giddy feeling you had. You strained your neck slightly when you turned your head towards him, but gave him one of your biggest smiles despite the pain as you threw him a teasing remark. “…전 하나만 필요해요.”

Jungkook's mind was high key short circuiting. Shit was flying off in sparks inside his head. Misfiring and misdirecting to places it shouldn’t. There was something about you that always had him acting up. You were pinned beneath him, his body molding to your own in one of the best ways possible. Well no, not exactly the best. If he was entirely honest with himself it would be you screaming out his name while he impaled you with his cock.— Fuck! You always made him question his sanity. Was it possible for someone to go crazy from lust?

You were unaware of the spiral you had just sent Jungkook’s mind into, but you could feel the way his breath had hitched at your words. God he made you competitive. You don’t know what it was about the man, but he just just made you want to fight him. Not necessarily physically, present situation excluded. But just mentally. You were told before you had a smart mouth, but so did Jeon Jungkook. You couldn’t help it that your way of flirting was—oh no, no no, no flirting allowed. Scratch that, you needed to get from underneath this man before you fucked up.

Putting your hands on the floor, you reach for the arm that’s placed by your head then tug it tightly under your body and hold it across your chest. With it secured you felt the man above you let out a surprised hiss as his upper body fell to your back. Using his moment of distraction you throw your weight from your you hip up and roll back. The move had Jungkook rolling underneath you, and your plan from here was to now use this time to break away from his hold.

But you had forgotten about the grip Jungkook still had on your lululemon leggings. In your attempt to roll away Jungkook just wrapped his hand tightly into the stretchy fabric causing the leggings to dig uncomfortably into your waist. With the arm you had originally trapped against your chest, he moves it upward and around your neck. The icing on the cake was him using his legs to dead-lock your own, his ankles locking together over your upper thighs. You might be on top of him, but Jungkook has you pinned once again and in a fucking chokehold of all things.

Jungkook was in utopia. You were on top of him, fully on top of him and your ass was pressing down against his cock so well, he didn’t even care if you felt him chub up. He knew he would. You felt so perfect against him and his hand was practically inside your leggings, your skin was so soft and supple. At this point he was ready to just throw in the towel and risk it all.

His tattooed bicep was squishing your cheeks and the hold his legs had on your thighs was forcing your body to stretch across his own, it was uncomfortable and you should tap out. But deep down you knew you wouldn’t, couldn’t do it.

You've seen those memes of girls posing with their significant others playfully choking them with their muscular arms and you had laughed at it, saying you get it, but it could never be you, it just wasn’t your thing. But you were wrong, you were so wrong. You wanted him to squeeze tighter. Just the thought of Jungkook actually trying to choke you had you clenching your thighs together as a form of relief, to ease the sudden throbbing of your core.

What was relief for you was the exact opposite for him. The way your ass grinded down onto Jungkook’s growing cock forced out a surprised groan, the sound carrying directly into your ears. Jungkook’s mind was trying to reason with himself that your shift probably wasn’t even on purpose, you were most likely adjusting against the literal chokehold he had you in. He could feel his cock pulsing now at his own realization. Something was seriously wrong with him. Here he was bricking up during a normal suppression hold—he should let go.

You tried to keep boundaries because you didn’t want to ruin what friendship you had with Jungkook, you genuinely enjoyed the man’s company, but that invisible line you drew to protect your friendship was rapidly disappearing the more you felt his cock swelling up beneath your ass not to mention his moan. Actually you don’t even remember what a line even looks like anymore.

You felt Jungkook’s arm loosen and you are absolutely not having that. Before your mind could even process a filter, words were tumbling past your lips. “If you're going to choke me then do it properly.”

Your playlist still blared through the speakers around the gym, but you heard none of it. Your heartbeat was the only thing you could hear roaring in your ears. The organ having kicked into overdrive from your sudden dip in oxygen levels.

Jungkook's bicep flexed firmly against neck, the inked skin cutting off your airways just like you asked—He knew it, you were absolutely perfect and so fucking filthy. “이게 더 낫나요?”

Jungkook’s only answer was a literal choked out moan from you, and it brought a smug smile to his face. However his smile grew that much wider when one of his intrusive thoughts got the best of him. He heard so much about the sturdiness of lululemon leggings and how they could handle a ‘good’ stretch. The hand in your leggings adjusted, his grip now on the front of them. In this new position, he pulls the fabric upward—hard. Making the middle seam of your leggings dig into your covered core.

You never even knew something like this was possible, getting off to what was essentially a frontal wedgie. But you are allowing Jungkook to tug on the fabric repeatedly, pulling it roughly against your clit. The material had flossed its way between your folds causing your sopping panties to stimulate your clit in a delightfully twisted way. Each tug pulling a pleasure filled cry from your mouth.

The noises you were making were driving Jungkook absolutely mad. He was pressed as close to the side of your face as possible, his lips brushing against your sweat covered brow with every filthy word he muttered. “오랫동안 기다렸어요. 당신을 망칠 거예요...”

You ass continue to grind back onto his cock, each tug he makes on your leggings stimulating you further. The arm on your neck is getting tighter, it is harder to breathe now— loving every minute of it. And Jungkook knew you did, your hips faltering being a dead give away. “Can I get you to cum like this 누나?”

The hand gripping your leggings was pulling the fabric so hard now you both could hear the seams popping in protest. You should be pissed that he was fucking up your clothes like this, but you just wanted to focus on how amazing it felt, the rough material of your panties and the leggings rubbing across your clit. It should hurt with all the force Jungkook was using, but that didn’t stop you from grinding down into him harder.

Jungkook felt your hips pick up the pace after his words. Clearly you wanted to see if you could. And he was more than happy to get you there. He only wished he could see your face when you did it. For now however he can just be satisfied with how you sounded. Your actual cries echoing throughout the gym beat anything he could have possibly imagined. He could probably get off untouched with just your voice alone easily. “Let me see then baby, let me see you cum.”

The wail that escaped from your mouth as you came had Jungkook’s cock twitching violently in his sweatpants, no doubt leaking precum into his Calvin’s. Your body convulsed on top of his own, as he continued to lock your form against his body.

You had never came so hard before. Your heart pounded behind your sternum as if it was trying to break free. You feel Jungkook shifting behind you, your body released from his hold as he eases you down to the floor mat, but he remains close. You can feel his lips kissing along the side of your face peppering kisses from your jaw and up to your baby hairs.

As you calm down you can’t help but whine slightly as the post nut clarity starts kicking in. Your hands come up to your face covering it in shame at how quickly you let things get out of hand. You weren’t a hormonal driven individual, you didn’t just jump into things like this. Especially with someone like Jungkook. As soon as the man put you onto that chokehold all logic went out the window. You even asked him to do it harder, “I can’t believe I said that…”

You feel firm hands taking hold of your wrists and pull your hands away from your face. “정말 섹시했습니다 누나.” Your eyes open in disbelief at Jungkook’s statement.

“What..?”

“You’re probably super wet huh? Fuck I want to see...” You watched as his gaze drops down to your thighs and he crawls haphazardly towards your legs and grapples his way between them. “내게 보여줄 수 있나요?”

“You want to see?” You asked, genuinely puzzled by his request.

“Probably so juicy and wet….”

It was embarrassing how you could literally feel your juices slipping out of your cunt from his words. You observed how his hands smooth over your outer thighs, skimming up and down your hips, then finally over your ass, caressing it like he could feel your skin beneath it. You look away from how wide and innocent his eyes are looking at you, the desperation in them crystal clear but you still hesitated. You didn’t even wear cute panties today, of course today would be the day Jungkook saw you naked. “Maybe..next ti—.”

You jumped suddenly at the sharp pain coming from your knee. You look back and witness Jungkook pulling his mouth away from your knee and gap at him. “Did you just bite me?!”

“Let me eat you out 누나.”

Him ignoring your question didn’t go unnoticed, but your focus was more on the way his eyes seemed to remain fixed on how the fabric of your leggings was still gathered between your thighs. He was really looking at you like you were his next meal. Jungkook being a pussy eater didn’t exactly surprise you, there was just something about the man that screamed ‘good head game’. Maybe if you could pull your panties down with your legging he would even notice them.

“Fine…let m—”

Your brain was moving entirely too slow for you right now or Jungkook was moving entirely too fast. You found yourself folded up, your knees to your chest, and the man shimmying your ruined leggings down your legs. He was in such a hurry he didn’t even try to remove them completely from your frame. Instead the stretched out waistband hung limply around your thighs, your panties also tangled in the fabric.

By the time your brain caught up, it had checked out again. The moment you could feel the cool air hit your wet cunt, Jungkook’s mouth latched on in a hot open mouth kiss. Pleasure floods your body so quickly that your juices leaked like a faucet from your core and straight into his waiting mouth.

His throat flex’s as he swallows your essence graciously. Your flavor lighting his taste buds ablaze that he instantly becomes addicted. From this moment on you would have to either beat him with a stick or someone would have to physically drag him away kicking and screaming, he never wants to go a day with out your taste. His tongue stretches flat and wide dragging from your fluttering opening up to your clit. Jungkook’s lip closes around the small nub and suckles softly at the flesh as the tip of his tongue flicks rapidly over it.

Your legs began shaking with each pass of his tongue. Having came already you are terribly sensitive, but you wouldn’t dare have him stop. You feel how he is practically smothering his face into your cunt, you can’t exactly see what he is doing but you can hear it. Every groan, suck, kiss, swipe of his tongue—all so wet.

Jungkook couldn’t get enough, he wanted to be smothered in your pussy. Maybe he should have you sit on his face instead, drown in your juices. But that would mean separating from you, and Jungkook couldn’t have that. He was just going to have to settle for something else.

You were suddenly moving, his strong arms around your waist as he pulled your body up further from the floor, your weight now having been shifted to your shoulders. The man had your curl into yourself, your knees hovering above your face, your ass in the air and your cunt now at the mercy of his mouth.

In this new position Jungkook’s hand was free to do what it pleased. With his middle and ring finger he lightly applied pressure to your entrance, while his lips and tongue continued its assault on your clit.

Your eyes are closing as they roll to the back of your head. You feel his fingers easing slowly into your cunt, the glide smooth but so incredibly snug. The pad of his fingers rubbing against your spongy walls with each thrust. “Shi-shit.”

He released your clit with a wet pop and licked his lips, not wanting to miss out on even a speck of your taste. His fingers continue to drive in and out of your pussy watching as his digits are almost tugged back in with each outward pull. He could see a nice creamy ring forming around them already and he instantly wished it was his cock.

Though his lips had left you, his fingers continued to drive into you with a purpose, your walls fluttering around them as more juices spilled from your entrance. That familiar feeling growing in the pit of your stomach, but still so far out of reach.

Jungkook could tell you were getting close but there was something he wanted to try. Adjusting his hold on your waist and applying pressure to your belly, letting you rest a bit of your body weight against his chest. With this new angle he had more room to twist his hand around and put his newfound curiosity to the test.

Your eyes squeeze close tighter when you feel his figures hook upward in a come hither motion, his digits pressing hard into what could only be known to you as your g-spot. Your pussy squeezing around his fingers in a vice grip in response.

“찾았어요…”

You could hear the smugness in his voice, but he didn’t give you time to say a damn thing. Jungkook was on your cunt like it was open season. His mouth found its way back to your clit and his fingers continued to pound hard to its newly discovered spot.

You body was caving in on itself, like you were trying to escape the pleasure your nerve endings were suddenly overcome with. Your hands reaching for something to hold on to and only able to grab onto the useless fabric that was once known as your lululemon leggings. The cries that broke past your lips only encouraged him to give you more.

And more he did, Jungkook dropped his jaw open and with a flat tongue he shook his head quickly rubbing it rabidly over your clit. A cry of what sounded a lot like his name reached his ears and it was the only warning he got before your body seized up so hard Jungkook fingers could barely move. He could tell you were right there at the edge and needed just one little push.

One of your hands untangle from your leggings to grip at Jungkook's forearm when you feel his finger begin to repeatedly stimulate that spongy spot in your pussy. The pads of his fingers now grinding hard into it with each hard fuck he delivers with them. You're going to cum again you know you are, but this felt so very different.

“W-wait ah!!”

Jungkook’s tattooed hand doubled its efforts when he heard your confused plea. He pulls his mouth away with a groan, his lips smacking together savoring your juices further as he adjusted the arm around your belly, squeezing harder. “Just let go baby…”

Something else was happening, you could feel it just below the surface with each thrust of his fingers and the pressure on your belly, something else was going to give. “But I’m—”

The man currently between your legs let out a frustrated groan. His fingers grinding so hard into your pussy now your legs twitch in time, as if he was a damn puppet master. He softly mumbled to himself “Such a stubborn fucking pussy…”

Jungkook’s eyes made contact with your face for the first time since his mouth became a straight up menace to your cunt. He could see how your face had twisted so hard in pleasure, your lips parted open. You were almost there, just a little more and he’ll have exactly what he wanted. Your cum spraying his face.

Leaning down, Jungkook reattached his mouth to your clit and suckled hard on the nub, his tongue accompanying by rolling around the flesh in tight circles. Though he was back where he felt he always belonged he made sure to never take his eyes off your face, needing to see you fall apart.

Your eyes shoot open wide but not really seeing your surroundings at the sudden feeling of his mouth back on you and the hand on his forearm had your manicure digging into the skin, it was too much and the beginnings of an orgasm started hitting your body without your permission.

Your walls clung even tighter to his fingers making the move almost impossible, but now with the added wetness of the cum that was spraying forth from your pussy and into his waiting mouth made the glide smooth and easy.

Your voice was stuck in your throat in a silent scream. Your teeth and jaw clenching down just as hard as your cunt does to his fingers. Screw your earlier statement, you’ve never cum this hard before. You could feel it in your bones, even your muscles were humming.

His chin—a mess, but nothing was compared to his shirt. How fucked up would it be for him to mount his shirt on the wall. You soaked his collar and the front of the fabric. It was sticking to his chest in the best of ways. He eased his hand from your cunt, and watched as your walls gapped slightly from the rough fucking his fingers gave. What would it look like after his cock he wondered.

Part of you should have been in disbelief over the fact that Jeon Jungkook just made you squirt, but it just made sense. You weakly put your foot on his shoulder and applied pressure signaling for the man to back up. You were seriously going to start cramping soon if he didn’t let you down.

Jungkook shuffled back on his knees, but he refused to completely separate from you. He just opened his legs wider and let you settle between his thighs.

Though your legs were still folded awkwardly above you, still trapped in your lululemon’s you did sigh happily in relief. Your back fully resting on the mat though your bunched up sweater did make it slightly annoying. You still felt that you were able to breathe properly now. You laugh a bit to yourself at the thought of how this man had you bent up like a damn pretzel.

Jungkook heard you giggling suddenly but he let you be, after cumming as hard as you did he felt it was only natural for a few wires to be crossed. Instead he busied himself with cleaning his face. Using the bottom of his shirt to wipe his face dry. While wiping his face down he heard the giggles diminishing and your body shifting, looking down Jungkook watched as your eyes ranked over his now exposed torso even going as far as sitting up on your forearms to do so.

“Enjoying the view 누나?”

You roll your eyes but don't exactly deny his claim, you do however twist your legs to the side, resting them on his thigh so you can get a better look.

Now with the roles being reversed Jungkook grins as the clear look of hunger in your eyes. Taking his shirt he just pulls the fabric over his head and tosses it away, it landing somewhere away from them. With his hands now free he rubs your thighs softly digging his fingers into your flesh. “Better?”

God he was getting cocky but it’s not like he didn’t deserve it. All that muscle stacked on that itty bitty waist. But speaking off cocky, he gave you two orgasms, hell the man even made you squirt, yet he hasn’t asked for a thing in return. “We can keep going…”

You watch as he curls forward, his lips lightly kissing your thighs before he sits back up his head shaking slightly. “I don’t have a condom with me…”

You bite your lower lip to suppress a moan, his lips on your skin stroking the flames that still lay simmering under the surface. His words did make sense, being safe was super important, but the man was worth the risk. “I’m clean…if that’s what this is about.”

Jungkook chuckled and leaned towards you more. Your legs now tucked even further to the side as he presses his throbbing cock firmly into your naked core. His sweatpants stimulating your clit even further than it already was. “As am I…”

You exhale slowly at the feeling. Your eyes jump down to his swollen lips, and with everything that has happened up until this point you quickly realize you haven’t even shared your first kiss yet. “T-then why not?”

Jungkook rests his forehead against yours and nuzzles his nose into your own, his lips brushing yours as he whispers his next few words to you. His eyelids cast low while he holds your gaze.

“You want me that badly 누나?”

It was like you two were in your own little bubble, the air around you two getting thicker with tension. You lift your hips pressing back into his cloth covered cock, “Don’t you want to Kookie…?”

Jungkook closes his eyes with a sigh and grinds his cock against your wet pussy, your juices slowly sinking into the fabric of his pants—no doubtedly leaving a wet spot. “More than anything baby.”

His cock was nestled so perfectly between your folds, you could feel exactly how girthy he was and you needed more. “Then just pull out.”

Your words had his hips stuttering, you made it sound so simple. Just pull out? Jungkook has imagined this moment in so many ways that even if he were to take all 8 of BTS’s billion views and combine them, it wouldn’t even come close. But the true issue here was that during every single one of those times, Jungkook never imagined himself pulling out. Not even once.

“No.”

“No?” You lean back slightly, your head tilted. You watch the man shake his head and glance down where you two are pressed together, watching the way your hips move in tandem.

“The moment you let me in there 누나 I’m not leaving…”

You gasp as he picks up the pace, it’s as if he is imagining that he IS buried inside you. His own words egged himself on. “So unless you want my cum deep inside this juicy pussy…the answer is no. Understand?”

One of your hands quickly finds its way into his hair and you pull the surprised man in for a kiss. Your plump lips meet him in a rough smash as you both breath through your nose, your taste heavy on his tongue. The kiss is full of pent up frustration from the both of you, Jungkook more so than you. The man was practically devouring you and you were more than happy to let him. Teeth met your lower lip in a teasing bite before he brakes away, both of you panting hard.

“당신 때문에 미치겠어요!” He nearly shouts in your face as he thrust his cloth covered cock up into your core. His hips surge forward as Jungkook attempts another kiss but your words have him freezing.

“Then do it…”

“…”

Jungkook’s body was strung up so tight you could see it in his shoulder, his abs, even his thighs. But you meant what you said, you’d be a liar if you said you never once thought about what it would be like for someone to cum inside you. You’ve watched porn before, a lot of it, which you could blame an old boyfriend for. Even your ex noticed how interested you had been in witnessing those moments the male seemed to have erupted inside the woman. Your ex even tried to explore that option with you, but you refused immediately having been put off by it. But that was then…and this was now.

You kiss along his jaw, your fingers twisting further into his hair at the nape of his neck, anything to coax the man into moving again. It was like he checked out on you.

Jungkook did in fact check out. Here he is trying to be a decent guy, asking to wait for a condom, but no. You don’t want him to be good, you want him raw. Not only raw but you’re gonna let him cum inside—it was like the last sane part of his brain shut down.

You aren’t sure what happened but you could feel Jungkook’s body relax as if he was letting go of something. But you continued to cover his face in kisses. At least you tried to. You were suddenly fully back on the mat from the man roughly yanking your leggings and panties off your legs. You watched as he violently balls the material up and throws it off to the side just as he did his shirt.

“Jungk—“

“닥쳐.”

Your mouth clamps shut. He reaches for you again and starts to pull your sweater up, you quickly throw your arms up to assist him, your sweater meeting the same fate.

You feel his hands next on your sports bra, the thick material compressing your chest in such a way you can honestly say you might want it off more than he does. You sit up and guide his hands to the back clasp, and he has it popping open in no time. So fast actually you can’t help but tilt your head at him, your brow arches as if to say ‘really’.

Jungkook tried to hide his smile by biting the corner of his mouth but he was clearly unsuccessful. Especially when your sports bra was suddenly thrown at his face.

He chuckles and drops the ‘weapon’ over to what he assumes is where a pile of your clothes had formed. But he does frown when he sees you were attempting to cover yourself from him.

One of your arms cradled your chest, while the other attempted to hide your stomach. You were a little self conscious now that you were completely bare before him.

Jungkook’s eyes soften as he grabs the arm over your stomach and pulls it away as he leans down. Making sure to keep eye contact with you, the man places kisses alternating between soft and firm upon the swelling flesh of your midriff. When he reaches the pudgy flesh around your belly button you watch as he flashes you his teeth before he bites down, not hard enough to break the skin but enough for you to get his silent point.

You hisses at the bite he gives you but it does its job in calming your overthinking mind down. Not once had Jungkook made a remark about your body, in fact the man had physically reprimanded you earlier for your own self deprecating words. The arm that was hiding your chest eased to your side and you almost snorted at how quickly Jungkook’s eyes had abandoned your own to look.

The swell of your breast was even more intense from this angle, the way your plump mounds fell away and bounced now they were no longer confined had the blood rushing so quickly to Jungkook’s cock that it made him lightheaded. He continues upward, his kisses now accompanied with soft marks from his teeth. Though you didn’t bruise that easily it just meant he had to suck a little harder with each kiss to leave behind a mark. He wanted you both to remember this night.

You couldn’t take your eyes off of him, each mark he left on skin had you panting more and more. Your nipples pebbling up into hard nubs from your arousal. Jungkook was literally worshipping your body and he was making your heart flutter harder than a monarch butterfly's wings did during their fall migration.

Jungkook looked between one breast to the other and decided to go for the left one, he nips the underside lightly as a warning then latches on to your nipple sucking the nub into a hard pull before letting it go. Your breast bounced from the motion and he pokes out his tongue, swiping little kitten licks over the hard nub. You arch away from the mat pressing your breast further into his mouth and Jungkook feels your hand working its way back into his hair, brushing his bangs away from his face before gripping down at his nape.

The little twist of your fingers in his locks has Jungkook groaning into your flesh and his hips grinding into your core. It's a sharp reminder of how he needs to get rid of those stupid sweatpants. Using your free hand and your foot, you start pushing the waistband down, one of his own hands jumping in to assist.

His pants and briefs slide down his hips and you can literally feel it when his cock is finally free. It drops and smacks against your mound with a soft slap. You abandon his sweatpants leaving the rest for him to worry about and eagerly wrap your hand around his cock. His girth is so wide that only the tips of your stiletto nails touch.

Jungkook switches to the right breast, his mouth attaching to your nipple in a rushed fever. Your hand around his cock had him throbbing and it took everything in him not to fuck into your hand like he wanted to, but he did at least want to witness what you looked like around him. Jungkook leaves your nipple with a teasing bite from his teeth before pulling back, settling down between your parted thigh on his knees.

When Jungkook moves away from you and you take this opportunity to have a look. Your mouth dropped open when you finally see it. He is massive, but so fucking pretty. The bulbous tip was a soft pink and it shines from precum that was oozing in a slow stream. A glob of it dropping off and to the floor. The hand you have wrapped around him gives a firm squeeze and you are delighted when you hear him grunt.

Your hand starts to pump his cock but Jungkook’s hand on your wrist ceases your moments. Bringing it up to his lips he kisses your knuckles with a chuckle. “A handjob is nice an all but that wasn’t exactly what I had in mind.”

You laugh and pull your hand from his, resting back on your forearms. “Then please carry on…” teasingly you make a show of opening your legs wider and tilt your hips towards Jungkook like an invitation.

You were seriously driving him crazy, it was like you wanted him to bust his load before he even made it inside of you. Gripping the base of his cock Jungkook shuffles forward on his knees until your thick thighs are resting comfortably on top of his.

You bite your bottom lip in anticipation. With how your day had started you never would have known this is where you’d end up, two orgasm in with the promise of another one by your good friend and gym buddy Jungkook.

Lifting his cock Jungkook brings it to your glistening folds and runs the tip of it between them gathering up your juices. Using it like a lubricant he slowly glides the head up to your clit and circles it before moving down and then back up repeating the same motion, over and over. Gather more and more of your juices as they continue to flow from your cunt.

Sighs of pleasure leave your lips, his cock rubbing against your clit had your hips responding in kind. From this angle your view was limited but being able to watch the way Jungkook’s brow knit together in concentration, his entire focus on what was happening between your legs.

He was torturing himself. But your comfort was the most important thing. He only used two fingers and it was snug, Jungkook was well aware of how gifted he was, his size well above average, the fit will be tight. But the wetter you were the easier it would be for you.

His cock fucking between your folds felt incredible, but the pleasure wasn’t enough, each teasing pass he made has your hips jump up to meet his own hoping to stimulate your clit more, but failing miserably. Whining you drop your head back over your shoulders in frustration, “Put it in already!”

A bark of laughter comes from his lips, your frustration amusing him. Moving the head of his cock down he nudges the tip against your entrance “Like this?”

You bring your head back up and narrow your eyes at the man, amazed at how he could even be annoying in a situation like this. But if he wanted to play games then fine, two can play it that way. Raising your leg you place your foot firmly on his chest and add a bit of pressure—as if you planned to push him away. “If you’re going to be like this Jungkook then get the fuck off me.”

He knew you weren’t serious, he could clearly see the want in your gaze. But he also wasn’t willing to call your bluff. Not when he could literally feel your walls twitching against the tip of his cock. Grabbing your ankle, he brings it up by his face, leans forward and lightly presses a kiss to your calf as a form of apology. “미안해요 여보”

Him calling you honey made you want to kick your feet, but you kept it together for the sake of your pride. “If you’re sorry then show me.”

He rolls his eyes at your attitude but leaves it be, dropping your leg back down, Jungkook focuses back on what’s right in front of him. Your juicy pussy weeping for his cock.

Pulling his cock away he tips his head down, sucking on his tongue he pools the saliva in his mouth and opens it, letting a glob of spit drop right onto your fluttering entrance. Returning his cock, he uses the tip of it to smear his spit between your folds. Making sure you’re truly nice and wet for him.

With all his focus on your cunt Jungkook missed the heated look you gave him. Watching him spit into your pussy like that made the fire simmering beneath your flesh crackle and pop. His hair was blocking out his beautiful face but you had still been able to see his jaw working to collect the spit. You need his cock your pussy this instance or you might actually combust.

It was as if Jungkook could read your mind because suddenly you can feel his cock pushing in, his bulbous tip splitting you open. Your head drops back over your shoulders as eyes roll behind your closing lids in pleasure.

Out of his peripheral Jungkook can see your head falling back but he can’t take his eyes off the sight in front of him. Your pussy opening up to his cock, your tight walls parting and stretching wide with every centimeter he gives you. He places his hands down on the floor by your waist when he finally bottoms out, his pelvis flush against your own, does he finally allow his eyes to close. He’s so deep he can feel your heartbeat, if his own wasn't also raging against his chest it would have been concerning.

You hiss at the stretch, it’s been a while since you’ve last been with anyone, almost, if not more than a year. And Jungkook wasn’t exactly small either. But fuck did it feel good. You didn’t think it was possible to almost cum from just him entering you, but the way your walls quiver around his cock are proving you wrong.

You fluttering around his cock was breaking his restraint into pieces. You felt too good around him, he has imagined it so many times, but nothing prepared him for this. Your pussy was so tight, warm, hot really, a burn he would gladly take. He just wanted to get lost in this feeling, in you, but that can come later, right now he needed to take his time, ease you into it. Inhaling deeply through his nose Jungkook slowly eases out of your cunt a few centimeters, then rolls his hips forward, right back in, building up a slow rhythm.

The way Jungkook was fucking his cock into you had you wanting to praise him but also scream at him. He was being so careful, so gentle with you. He must have heard your hiss of pain earlier when he entered, the man aware of you even without having to look at your face. Yeah super sweet of him, definitely living up to those ‘Baby Star Candy’ allegations. But that wasn’t what you wanted, for fucks sake the reason he was currently balls deep was because he put you in a choke hold. Slow and steady is not winning the damn race. Balancing your weight on one forearm you reach up with your now free hand and fist the bangs hanging in his face, pulling his head slightly to the side until you’re able to see his wide shocked brown orbs staring right back at you, his hips stilling.

“Hey.”

“Y-yeah?”

“This is a piss poor apology JK.” You let go of his hair, leaning back on your forearms once more. Giving off an air of boredom.

“뭐!?”

“What happened to the man that said he was going to ruin me? I’d like to meet him again, he was on to something.” You tell him with a sigh, looking off to the side. You were obviously teasing him, wanting him to drop the good boy act he was clinging to.

Jungkook’s upper lip pulls back in a sneer. He places his hands firmly on your hips, digging his fingers into your flesh to hold them to the floor as he snaps his hips forward so hard the smack echoes throughout the gym.

“쉽게 해드리려고 노력했습니다…”

Your elbows buckled as your body rocked with pleasure. His thrust almost put your back on the floor. But maybe if you pushed him a little more he might actually put you through the floor instead. “I didn’t as—“

He pulls out and quickly slams back in, cutting off whatever retort you were about to say. If you were okay enough to be a brat then he didn’t have to hold back anymore. Spreading his thighs wider, Jungkook begins drilling into your wet cunt ruthlessly, his cock penetrating repeatedly at a vicious pace.

Your words were caught in your throat and there they stayed, each brutal thrust of his hips had your arms slowly sliding from beneath your body, until you were once again flat on the floor mats. Even with his bruising grip on your waist you can feel your body shifting upward, Jungkook was literally fucking you across the floor.

Everything about you was mesmerizing, the way your body jiggled with every thrust he made had him wanting the image to forever stay burned into his retinas. Every time he closed his eyes or even blinked he wished he it was always this exact moment, your cunt being fucked open by his cock. Claiming you from the inside like his hickeys did on the outside. The red and purple marks decorating your body like his own personal galaxy. There is no fucking way he is letting you walk away after this.

Each of his thrust felt like a punch that was directly aimed at your g-spot. And he never missed, every time he hit it, a high pitched moan fell from your lips picking up in volume more and more. Almost to the point of screaming.

His cock swelled up even more from your screams, the noise you were making had him ready to bust and fill you to the brim. He could feel his balls tighten up just from the thought, but he refused to go before he at least got two more from you. Got to make it to 7 somehow.

Leaning down Jungkook, rest one of his forearms by your head, his other hand coming up and cupping the back of your head, tilting your face towards his own as he crashes his lips towards your in a passionate kiss.

His lips connecting to yours sends your mind to another plain. Wrapping your arms around his shoulders, you cling onto Jungkook like a lifeline. You were barely keeping it together before, but now it was like your brain was turning to mush. You desperately tried to keep up with his kiss but you were getting lost, every smack of your lips together was just him silencing your pitched screams. You squeeze your eyes closed tighter as you feel yourself tipping closer and closer to the edge.

Your walls clench down on Jungkook’s cock so hard you both could audibly hear the squelch of every pass he makes. Ripping his lips from yours he trails sloppy wet kisses down the slope of your face and to your neck, his teeth meeting your flesh once again in a teasing bite before he speaks,

“Going to cum for me again 누나?”

Your head lulls as your cunt flutters around his cock, your orgasm building up. If you were in your right mind you’d probably be annoyed at the way your body was obeying him so easily. You’ve already given him two, and yet here you are on your way right into another one.

Jungkook groans as he feels your walls squeeze around him, attempting to milk his cock for his cum, but he refuses to pull over that edge with you. Pulling his upper body away, he places his hands on the back of your thighs and pushes your knees back up to your chest, once again folding your body in half. He knows you were probably tired of him manhandling you like this but the sight of his thick cock covered in your creamy essence was well worth it. Each drag of his cock inside you caused more juices to gush, a soppy ring forming around him.

You can’t focus on anything other than the pleasure rocking through your body. When you felt him moving away you had thought he was at least going to give you a break, but you were wrong. Instead his hands hold your legs open as he continues to brutalize your cunt with his cock. The very cunt that’s gripping his cock desperately as if it gets ready to release again.

“Another one….내게 하나 더….” He pants above you, his eyes never losing sight of the way your cunt clenched around his cock with every exit. The deep pink of your cunt looking so beautiful wrapped around him.

You barely could process his words, but when you finally did you cry out to him. “ㄴ..너무 많아요~! Your hands blindly reached out, one grabbing his forearm and the other up above your head. Your knuckles grazed against the ropes of the ring and you gripped the thing like a lifeline.

Jungkook’s balls grew tight with your plea as did your cunt. He slides his hands from the back of your thighs to the top of them and begins pulling her body back hard against his own. The slap of skin on skin echoed loudly around the private gym. “Yes you can baby, give me another.”

“Ah..ahhh!” You were so close, Jungkook could feel it, but he could tell you just needed a little push. Sliding one hand between your legs he rubbed his thumb in quick hard circles around your clit. And he didn’t stop. Even when your body grew still and your cunt began to spray both of you.

You were cumming again, Jungkook made you cum again and he was following right behind you, finally busting his load. Your cunt clenched his cock so hard you heard the man let out of the deepest groan of your name you’ve ever heard him produced.

“다 가져가, 자기야...” Though his thrust wasn't as brutal, the man still continued to deeply stroke his twitching cock in and out of your cunt. The motion makes you whimper softly from the overstimulation, but the man just pressed his cock deeper into you. Making sure his cum shot to the deepest parts of your cunt. He really meant what he said about not pulling out.

You bite your lip and drop your head back with a whine and to your surprise it falls over the edge of the ring. “H-holy shit..”

The man above you chuckles deeply as he drops his body heavily on top of your own. His head resting on your heaving chest. Jungkook, presses lazy slow kisses against your sweaty skin before delivering a soft bite to the underside of your breast making you jump.

“Stop biting me…”

Jungkook chuckles and nips the other side, but does finally still his hips. The hand that had gripped the rope earlier reaches down and slaps the sweaty skin of his shoulder. “준국아!”

He giggles as wraps his arms tightly around your waist and snuggled his face further into your breasts. Using his new hold on you, he drags both your bodies away from the edge of the ring, so that you are both more comfortable. Yet he still refuses to pull out of you, his hard cock still plugged into your cunt.

“How are you still hard?”

“Stamina and I only came once…”

You hum in understanding and wrap your arms around Jungkook, the air conditioning now cooling your skin making you shiver so you snuggle closer to the man currently smothering his body with your own. Not that you mind. “Well I’m tapping out…I’m done for the night.”

He snorts but the man understands. He did get a bit carried away there. Speaking of….”괜찮아요, 챔피?”

Your eyes open with a frown. Lifting your head you looked down at the man trying to use your plump breasts as a pillow. “Did you just call me champ?”

Lifting his own head Jungkook provided you with one of his cheeky smiles as he looked over the chest, though his eyes only focused on your face briefly before getting distracted by your nipples. His boba eyes bouncing back and forth between them as if he suddenly was encountered with a life altering decision.

You would have thought it was cute if you didn’t feel his cock twitch violently inside your cunt. “You can’t be serious…”

The man’s only answer was to latch onto your right nipple and lavish your nub with his tongue. You tried to suppress a moan, but Jungkook also rolled his hips against you, grinding his hard cock inside you.

Though you swore earlier that you were exhausted that familiar burn of arousal still settles into the pit of your lower belly once again. Your juices leaking around Jungkook’s hard cock desperate for another round. He pulls off your nipple with an audible pop and switches over to the next one. His hips continue their slow grind, literally stirring up your guts.

Your hands make their way to the back of his head and you grip his hair tightly and pull. Your silent demand is enough for Jungkook to take the hint and move from your nipples and to your lips. The kiss is nothing like it was earlier, though the passion is the same it’s not as rushed. Your lips slant together in a slow deep kiss, the tip of his tongue brushing between his lips softly to meet your own.

Though the kiss was slow and measured it had ignited another fire between you both. So the moment your lips broke from his, the man placed his arms around your head—encasing you, and pulled his hips back, pulling his cock out and slamming roughly back inside.

He was bottoming out inside your cunt so hard it had both of you grunting from the force. You would think he would go easy on your poor pussy, but the man was only doubling his efforts. “Why should I go easy? I know you can take it champ…”

You hadn’t even realized your eyes had closed let alone spoken out loud. Opening them you gasped as you saw his brown hooded eyes staring directly into yours. His nose brushes against yours as does his lips when he speaks next. “Let me cum deep inside this pussy again then I’ll let you rest…”

His pace picked up, clearly showing he was close, but he could tell that you were to, from the way your cunt was clenching his cock in that all telling way. “Yes…cum with me baby. Milk my cock with your pussy again…”

Your arms wrap further around Jungkook’s shoulders, pulling the man closer to your body. His head disappears into the crook of your neck as broken moans of his name babble out of your mouth. It isn’t long after that you feel the band finally snap and your cunt flutters around his cock as you cum.

“That it…fuck baby that it!” He thrust a few more times before exploding for the final time inside of you. His heavy cock twitching as spurt after spurt creams your cum soaked walls once more. So much cum inside your cunt now that even he begins to feel some of it squeezing out from around his cock and down your ass.

Your body twitches as it finally falls limp, your legs dropping open from around his waist and your arms collapsing to the floor mat. You are officially exhausted now, you literally have nothing left.

Jungkook raises his head when finally recovers from his own high. His eyes take in your exhausted appearance and come to two conclusions.

First you still owed him two more.

And secondly. “Does this mean you’ll stay with me?”

Your hands come up to cover your face as you groan. “Oh my god!”

—-End—-

Glossary:

그거 하나입니다: That’s one.

여섯 개가 더 남았습니다: 6 more left.

웃고 있나요? 왜요?: Are you laughing? Why?

정국아: Jungkook-ah

누나: Older sister(male calls older woman)

전 하나만 필요해요: I only need one.

이게 더 낫나요?: Is this better?

오랫동안 기다렸어요. 당신을 망칠 거예요: I’ve been waiting a long time. I’m going to ruin you.

정말 섹시했습니다 누나: It was really sexy

내게 보여줄 수 있나요?: Can you show me?

찾았어요: I found it.

당신 때문에 미치겠어요: You drive me crazy

닥쳐: Shut up

미안해요 여보: I’m sorry honey

뭐!?: What?!

쉽게 해드리려고 노력했습니다: I tried to make it easier for you.

내게 하나 더: One more for me

너무 많아요: It’s too much.

다 가져가, 자기야.: Take it all baby.

괜찮아요, 챔피?: You okay champ?

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twenty two - the first date

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jay stood outside your apartment, checking his watch for the fifth time. 

he’s a man with good time management, showing up to meetings at least ten minutes in advance. but for you, he couldnt help himself. thirty minutes early, and still he couldnt stop pacing. 

after all, with what happened the last time, he felt that he had to put in extra work and effort to win the heart of his pretty girl. getting you to give him another chance was no small thing, and the last thing he wanted was to screw this up again. 

the door swung open, and there you were. 

you were dressed casually, hair falling just right, and for a spilt second, he forgot to breathe. 

“hi” you said, tilting your head at sight of seeing him. “i thought i would be the one making you wait today.”

jay offered a small, awkward smile. “yeah, uh, i just thought i would come early to make up for that time.” he said, trying to keep it light. but the truth was that - he was still figuring out how to make things right between you two. 

you gave him a small nod and a soft smile. “okay, shall we go then?” 

jay then led you to his car, and as the gentleman he is, opened the door for you. he could tell you werent fully sold on the idea of this date. you were still being cautious with him, still keeping your distance. but to him, it was okay. the last thing he wanted was to rush things with you since he was determined to earn your trust, your heart, your everything, one at a time. 

once you were both inside, the silence lingered in the air. jay cranked the engine and pulled out onto the road, the sound of the tires on the pavement filling the air. you stared out the window, gaze fixed on the city lights outside. 

after a few minutes, jay broke the silence, asking on how college has been for you, how work has been, how were your friends. but slowly, he ran out on things to ask that wouldnt make him sound like an idiot. so, he just let the silence hang there, awkward and uncomfortable.

then suddenly, a bold idea popped in his head. 

with his free hand, he reached over to yours, fingers brushing lightly against yours. 

you stiffened for a second, but didnt pull away. you knew what he was going to do, but you were still second guessing yourself. were you really living in the moment? 

jay hesitated, his fingers lingering there for a moment before he spoke. “may i?”

your heart skipped a beat at the question. the directness of it threw you off, but there was something about the way he asked, so gently, so respectfully, that made you pause. 

then you nodded, just a little, your hand shifting closer to his. 

he took that as permission and gently threaded his fingers through yours. the tension between you two started to ease, slowly, as jay’s thumb brushed over your knuckles. 

“is it always this quiet with you?” you asked, a playful edge to your voice as you looked over at him, trying to lighten the mood. 

jay chuckled, his eyes meeting yours for a brief moment. “not really. but i dont mind the quiet. its…peaceful.” 

“i’ll take your words for it then.” you said, fingers curling a little tighter around his. the moment felt almost too intimate, but in a good way. it was like the world outside the car had melted away, leaving just the two of you in this bubble of unspoken understanding. 

when jay turned into the parking lot, you blinked, confused for a second by the sharp turn he made. you looked up ahead and saw the boutique, a charming little shop with delicate lights hanging from the windows, casting a soft glow onto the sidewalk. 

“here we are.” jay said with a small smile. “ready to be spoiled?”

you blinked, looking out at the store. it wasnt what you had expected. the soft glow of the lights seemed almost too perfect. you fumbled for words. “uh…what is this place?” 

jay laughed softly, noticing the hesitation in your voice. “ a boutique. i promise its not too fancy for you okay? dont worry.” 

you werent convinced. the thought of being in a fancy boutique, surrounded by expensive looking things, made your stomach do a little flip. still, you followed him out of the car, his hand reaching for yours again, as if sensing your uncertainty. 

the moment your feet hit the sidewalk, you felt out of place. the boutique felt different - elegant and almost intimidating in its pristine decor. you were used to simple places, like the nearby mall you often shopped at, where things felt easy and familiar. here? you were out of your element. 

jay didnt seem to notice. he was already ahead, holding the door open for you with a gentle smile. “come on, pretty. you’ll like it.” he said, his voice reassuring. 

you gave a small, nervous laugh and stepped inside, the soft scent of fresh flowers and polished wood filling the air. 

the shop was filled with intricate jewelry and vintage handbags. nothing like the worn, cozy atmosphere of your usual hangouts. it felt like you were in a different world, one that doesnt belong to you. 

jay, finally sensing your discomfort, turned to you with a teasing smile. “you dont have to look so overwhelmed baby. just take a look and glance around okay?”

the endearing petname he gave you days ago made you blush. but still, it couldnt hide the unwavering uncomfortness you had. “im not…used to this kind of place.” you admitted. “i dont know what to do.” 

“just relax, love. pick something you like, and i’ll take care of the rest.” 

you looked at him, unsure whether to laugh or feel even more out of place. “this is…definitely not my usual kind of shopping.” 

jay chuckled softly. “then lets change for today. just trust me okay, pretty girl? he then took your hand and gently pulled you towards the jewelry section. “lets just try on a few pieces and we’ll see if you like it.” 

you couldnt help but feel a little more at ease as his hand found yours again, the warmth of his touch grounding you. despite feeling out of your comfort zone, there was something about the way he looked at you that made you think - maybe you could get used to this after all.

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Contains/TW: damn okay… where do i begin because this is a WRECK. on a serious note though this chapter contains graphic depictions of self harm and suicide attempts so please please PLEASE be careful whenever you read this. i tried to keep it as vague and non-gory as possible to make it more accessible but it may still be triggering for some people so read at your own risk! this happens in a flashback specifically and is clearly marked with spaces and labeled with the month it took place (april) so you can skip past this part if you’d like! this also isn’t meant to be disrespectful or to romanticize these topics in any way! all things in which i am writing from personal experience as well. if you or someone you know is struggling please don’t be afraid to reach out for help. you are loved 🖤 (also serious stuff aside- definitely a lot suggestive at the end teehee we’re getting there.)

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part VI

this is me trying

The ice rink almost felt eerie so empty at night, especially had it not been for the motion sensored lights flicking on every time we entered a new room. Vi didn’t hesitate to hop the counter the moment we made it to the rental booth, already missing the feeling of her arm around my shoulders as I anxiously rocked back and forth on the balls of my feet. “So, what’s your size?”

“That’s a very bold question to ask a lady, sir.” I teased, attempting to put myself at ease as I leaned against the counter. “Six… and don’t make fun of me either.”

“Damn, okay, I’ll see if we have any kid’s sizes.” She laughed immediately causing me to raise both of my middle fingers with a glare.

“I said not to make fun of me.”

“I gotta give you a little bit of shit, who would I be if I didn’t?” She said with a wink that made my heart flip in my chest as she hopped back over the counter. “Here… with extra ankle support… for your sensitive-”

“These could be a pretty sick weapon, don’t you think?” I let an almost maniacal grin stretch on my face as I lifted one of the skates from her hands.

“Wow, first date and you’re already threatening me? That’s hot. Where have you been all my life?” Vi snickered as I felt one of her hands sliding around my back as she pulled me into her side. Her subtle displays of dominance and exertion of control. I wasn’t the one in charge here. She would make me think I was occasionally, but it was never true.

“Geez, how the hell do you guys walk on these things?” I questioned the moment I had laced up the rental skates once we made it into the rink.

“Well… 10 years playing hockey certainly does help.” She chuckled a bit before holding her hands out for me to take. “C’mon, I’ve got you. I won’t let you fall.”

“You better not.” I tried to tease, though my legs still tightened and shook the moment I rose up onto the tough blades. I encircled my hand around her bicep, cursing the moment she pulled me onto the ice. It nearly caused my arm to fly around her back until it was gripping her shoulder, nails sinking into the leather of her jacket. “Vi-”

“Hey, I said I’ve got you. Just breathe.” She looked amused, yet her smile remained soft all the same. Her hands drifted from my elbows to cautiously slide around my waist, a small shiver spreading over me the moment she pulled me in, the top of my head just barely grazing underneath my chin. “Just act like we’re ballroom dancing or something… I’ll hold you up.”

I let her pull me deeper onto the ice, my hands curling around her shoulders while I seemed to feel every muscle in her toned back while I kept my face tucked into her chest. “Were you this freaked the first time you went ice skating or-”

“No, it’s not like Ellie would’ve let me fall either.” I scoffed though instantly regretting the choice of words as I momentarily cringed. You have to stop talking about Ellie while you’re on a date, Amelia. “I just mean I was, you know, a-a little bit cocky the first time we went skating. Reckless, I guess you could say.”

“Wow, you actually taking a risk? I’m kind of surprised.” She lightly teased, just in time to reach for my hand to send me twirling like we really were at a ballroom dance.

“Vi!” I exclaimed, wobbling a bit on the blades before stumbling back into her arms.

“You didn’t fall.” She said with a cheeky smile, almost drawing a tiny laugh from my own lips before I let my shaking hands curl around her shoulders again. “So, what were you saying? You were reckless? Let me guess actually… you didn’t want any help so you wouldn’t let her hold you up. Because that I can believe.”

“Maybe you’re at least a little bit right.” My cheeks flushed before I briefly let my eyes roll. “I don’t know, I guess I just spent so much of my life needing to be held up I just- I wanted to be able to do at least something on my own. Even if it was just ice skating. But I got ahead of myself, I was tense and couldn’t balance to save my life so- I fell. Curled my ankle while I did it and I didn’t end up trying it again. I’d occasionally catch Ellie on the ice though because she stayed at our place before the school year started after we both got out of the hospital so… s-sorry I’m probably over explaining things.” I apologized with even deeper heated cheeks.

Vi’s gentle smile never departed as she simply shook her head. “Don’t apologize… I think it’s cute. I wanna learn more about you anyways so- tell me everything.” Her arms seemed to pull me in closer if that was even possible, muscular but soft at the same time. My chin brushing against her chest as I peered upwards at her. “It’s not like Caitlyn’ll tell me anything anyways so-”

“You’re asking my sister for information about me? Are you sure you’re not a creep?” I couldn’t help but laugh.

“Oh I’m definitely a creep.” She spoke shamelessly causing me to let out another giggle before resting my head against her toned chest, our bodies absentmindedly trailing around the rink in whatever direction she wanted to pull us. She could’ve pulled me straight into the ground if she wanted to… and I would’ve let her.

“I don’t know, there’s not a lot of positive stuff to talk about, I guess.” My cheeks heated hidden in her jacket as if in mild shame.

“You know, I did say I wanted to see all of the dark parts too.” She muttered, just in time to feel her hand threading through my hair as she held my head to her chest. “I’m not afraid, Mills, of any of it.”

I let out a soft sigh as I let my eyes flutter shut for a moment, I didn’t even know if there was a method to whatever direction we were going in. A pattern of some sort. All I knew was how easily her touch was managing to loosen me up, hands slipping low to slip around my hips though she still held me so close… and so innocently at the same time too. “Caitlyn… she- she means well. She’s just- I-I’ve put her through a lot.” I spoke after a moment of hesitation, catching my bottom lip in between my teeth.

“She made it her goal to learn everything she could about autism and adhd and whatever other diagnoses I had run into. For a second I almost thought she was gonna major in psychology instead.” I added with a weak smile, gluing my eyes to the ice below. “In doing all of that though I guess she started to think that everything else was a threat… and maybe she wasn’t entirely wrong, I-I don’t know. It certainly seemed that way after a while so… over the course of winter and spring things escalated. I-I was in a really bad place. I was drowning in rejection letters and my parents don’t really do rejection so there was that. More or less I felt like I was just, a ticking time bomb. Caitlyn took the brunt of all of my bullshit though, like she usually did or- does. And then in April I tried to- to-” the words halted in my throat, shaking, too scared to actually continue on for fear of what someone like Vi would actually think. How could you say something like that anyways? Something so drastic and so permanent without even a second thought.

“It’s okay… you don’t have to say it if it’s too difficult.” Vi only whispered as she let a gentle hand slip around the side of my face. Another thing that just felt like she was holding me to her, and possibly the only thing that made it possible for me to stand on my two feet.

“Looking back on it now… I know I didn’t want to die. I just didn’t feel like this planet was meant for me so it would be better if I just… didn’t stay.”

~

April

“Millie! Millie, it’s me- please please answer the door!” I swore it was one of the first times I had ever heard Caitlyn cry as she slammed against the locked bathroom door causing me to flinch as I drew myself towards the opposite wall. She had gotten there in a flash, but not fast enough to completely prevent any damage.

“Caitlyn don’t- don’t come in here- I don’t want you to see this.” I whimpered as I held a hand to my mouth. Deep down I was terrified. Horrified as I starred down at the mistake that I couldn’t undo. Selfishly, I wanted her here. I wanted her in here to hold me until it all went away. If she was she would try to stop me though, up until the bitter end she’d fight for my life even if I didn’t want it anymore.

“Fuck that.” I heard her curse from the other side through a sob as she slammed her shoulder against the door once more. “You’re not leaving, you aren’t fucking leaving me!”

“Y-You’re better off… you’ll realize it eventually, I promise!” It was getting harder to argue, to even keep my eyes open as I slumped against the bathroom cabinets. “Caitlyn please…”

I was in no condition to fight her off, to get her to push back. The door even started to buckle as she sent another strong kick towards it causing me to flinch once more. I should’ve known with all of her training if anyone could’ve gotten the door to break it would’ve been her. “You’re not leaving me, you’re not- fuck that.”

The door splintered at the last kick, my resolve starting to fade as the world was beginning to sound like it was underwater. Fuck, I really didn’t want to die. I really wanted to stay… selfishly and hopelessly. I wanted to get published. I wanted to meet new people. I wanted to have new experiences I was always too afraid to beforehand. Fuck, I wanted to live. I wanted to live so selfishly.

“I’m scared.” I choked the words out, trying not to look at the mess. The disaster that I had created. The embarrassment. The shame. Fuck, what have I done? What did I do? Could I even take any of it back once it was all said and done? Or was this all there was?

The door busted open with a loud crack as she tore inside, my eyelids briefly fluttering open as the first thing she went for was the first aid kit buried underneath the sink. “I know, I know, lovey… but we called the ambulance and they’re on their way you just- y-you just have to hold on a little longer for me, okay?”

“I’m sorry.” I choked out through a sob as she took my shaking body into her arms once she pulled out the first aid kit, nearly taking the entire sink out with her. “Please don’t leave, please… Caity, I’m scared.”

“I’m right here. I’m right here, darling. I’m not going anywhere. This might hurt, just take some deep breaths, okay?” She was the only thing propping me up, the back of my head lolling against her chest while she pressed the gauze to the wound. It didn’t even hurt as much as I thought it would… I just felt tired. All I wanted was to sleep.

My parents were angry in the aftermath, so Caitlyn took on the concerned parent role. The first person I saw whenever I opened my eyes in the hospital next as she brushed the excess hair out of my face. Her eyes were red and bloodshot, like she hadn’t stopped crying for a long while. And I committed that face to memory. My sister was the strongest person I knew, and yet I had managed to break her.

~

“Now since this is a long term care facility, we do come fully equipped with a courtyard, several hiking trails as well since we do believe sunshine and activity to be the best medicine.” The nurse drawled on as she lead the two of us through the long hallways. I clutched a cardboard box to my chest with all of my approved ‘personal belongings’ besides clothes and so on. Mainly just stacks of various books and diaries and such that I hoped they wouldn’t go as far to read through.

The bed closest to the door was already occupied, the green eyes of the girl widening before she sat up and quickly shoved the comic she was in the middle of underneath her pillow. “Oh, and this is Ellie! She’s one of our newer patients as well… she’s been hoping for a roommate actually.”

“Yeah, it gets pretty lonely in here without one.” She said with a tiny smile before pushing herself up to her feet and extending an eager hand to shake before awkwardly flushing at my occupied arms. “Ummm… I-I can help you carry your stuff in if you’d like!”

“I’ve got it, but thanks.” I spoke softly before shuffling over towards what I assumed was my side of the room.

Caitlyn thankfully responded quickly with an enthusiastic handshake of her own before Ellie could retract her own. “Hi! I’m Caitlyn, Amelia’s sister. It’s nice to meet you. I’ll probably be visiting a lot so you might see a lot of me too.”

“That’s great actually, we uhhh, we don’t always get a ton of visitors here.” Ellie added as she nervously wrapped her arms around herself before she noticed Caitlyn’s general confused expression and her eyes went wide once more, “Woah, Ellie, that was some serious projection there. Sorry about that… umm, I-I’ll give you guys some privacy to settle in and- yeah. I-It was good to meet you, Caitlyn.”

“Take care of yourself, Ellie.” Caitlyn added, watching her nervous figure slip from the room. “Well, she seems nice. I think you guys’ll get along.”

“Maybe.” I whispered, eyes still glued to the floor as if I was waiting for it to swallow me up. And I wouldn’t have minded if it did.

“Listen, I know this is gonna be new and- probably difficult but… I really do think this might be the best place for you right now. A long reset before college isn’t a bad idea and you might even meet some new friends also starting at Oxford too. I- I really think this could help you. I do.” She slipped her hands into mine, almost seeming like she was trying to convince herself more than anything.

“I hate it though… not being around you. I mean, I know that it was my own fault and I traumatized you and-” The tears were finally starting to come now that we were alone. Big fat shame-filled ones that she quickly caught before shaking her head and pulling me in.

“Hey, hey… this isn’t a punishment, okay? You’re not being punished. I promise, this is just some extra help and- an added precaution to keep you safe.” A shuddering sob spilled from my lips the moment I buried my face into her chest, keeping it hidden tucked away in her shirt for fear the second they saw me it only solidified the fact that I belonged here. “I know, I know it’s scary, love. Just hold on just a little bit longer for me, okay? You might even write the next greatest tragedy while you’re in here.”

I let out a weak tearful chuckle against her arm before shrugging, “Maybe, it’d definitely be fitting.” I sniffled, letting the tears soak into the fabric of her shirt. But she didn’t dare let go of me. “Caity, I- I really am sorry, for what happened. I- I really wanted to keep you from ever seeing it get that bad.”

Her quiet shush only felt like it was bringing out another wave of sobs. Meanwhile she just simply continued to rub soothing circles on my back and rock us back and forth on her feet just like she would whenever I was having meltdowns whenever we were kids. “Listen, I’m your big sister, okay? It’s my job to protect you. Not the other way around.”

“I thought we were supposed to protect each other.” I spoke, every last sob made me hate myself more and more by the second though. Every sob solidifying just how incapable I truthfully was.

“You can’t do that if you aren’t here.” Caitlyn sighed, finally prying the two of us apart before taking my face in her hands. “Can you?”

It was the first thing anyone had said about the situation that had made sense. For a while I was certain she was the only reason I hung on until I finally got close to Ellie. Even though it was sometimes hard to see where the improvement lie in the aftermath. And as much as Caitlyn would never say it, I knew it relieved a lot of weight off of her shoulders… me being in that hospital over the summer.

“I’ll be back Wednesday with all of the summer gossip, I promise. Also if you finish any of those books let me know and I can bring you more.” Caitlyn reassured me for the millionth time as she let me trail behind her towards the exit, a soft hand holding mine the whole time while I clutched onto her arm for dear life.

“Do you think you could bring me something like, dark academia maybe? That way I can get prepared for Oxford?” I wondered, gnawing on my bottom lip as each step seemed to make my heart ache more and more by the moment.

“I’ll see what I can do.” Caitlyn said with a tiny chuckle before placing a soft kiss to my forehead. “Call me the second you can tomorrow, okay? So I can hear about your first day?”

“Sure, promise.” I answered with a little nod of my own. It was almost embarrassing, being so reminiscent of a parent dropping their kid off at school for the first time. Caitlyn had taken on almost every role that my parents should have throughout the past few years. Yet another thing that only made me feel guilty.

“Okay, I love you, pipsqueak. More than anything.”

“I love you too, Caity.”

I tried not to hug her again before she left, an action that I could tell stung but in reality I just wasn’t sure if I would be able to pry myself off of her again. My face was red and blotchy by the time I made it back towards the room, eyes bloodshot, glassy, and tears that showed no plans of stopping just yet.

Ellie was already back on her bed once I made it back, knees hugged to her chest with a look on her face that I could only describe as puppy dog eyes. “Hey- are… are you okay?” She stammered, swiveling towards me as she dropped her legs to swing off the side of the bed before letting a soft sigh with a shake of her head. “Never mind, don’t answer that- I- I know you aren’t okay.”

“I’ll be fine.” My voice sounded hoarse from all of the crying as I took a seat on the edge of my own bed. Surprisingly not feeling like a lump of concrete as I wrapped my arms around myself, preemptively curling myself into a ball as if to prepare myself for where I’d probably spend the first week.

“For what it’s worth, which I know isn’t much because we just met but still…” Ellie began with a clear of her throat as she seemed to anxiously wring her hands in her lap. “If you ever wanna talk or- or anything really… I’m here.”

At the time I had no intentions of accepting her offer, nevertheless though I let myself nod before closing my eyes. “Thanks.”

~

Figures it would’ve been a nightmare that brought us together, I just never expected the codependency to kick in as quickly as it did.

I was still sleeping a lot during the day, not sure if it was a symptom of the depression, the infinite amounts of pills I was on or what. Every day we met with therapists, social workers, doctors, case workers, you name it. Not to mention there was also the group therapy sessions that weren’t mandatory. None of which I had managed to go to which probably wasn’t helping my case any. Ellie had seemed to be here long enough to make a decent amount of friends though. She was anxious, but infinitely more social. So if I needed to be social to spend more time with her I would.

So that afternoon I tried to rouse myself from my bed and shuffled towards one of the large community rooms they usually held group art therapy in. Every inch of me felt like it was shaking as I stepped into the filled room right in the middle of the several different conversations it felt like. Way too many eyes swept over towards my probably supremely tense figure than I was comfortable with. Ellie’s stuck out the most though, sat at a long table with a bunch of other rowdy girls where she was bent over a sketchbook.

“Millie! Hey! You finally came!” She exclaimed with a bright smile on her face as she quickly darted upwards to pull over an extra chair. “We were actually just working on our DnD characters because we all wanted to start a campaign this summer. You should join actually!” She added enthusiastically causing a girl with cropped ginger hair to wrinkle her nose.

“I thought you said we were full.” She sneered in a scottish accent already causing an anxious lump to form in my throat.

“Yeah, just like your file of public disturbances, Maddie.” Ellie shot back immediately causing a few of the girls to erupt in laughter as Maddie’s face went red with embarrassment.

“Jesus Ellie, just because it’s true doesn’t mean you need to say it.” A girl with shoulder length hair spoke up across from Ellie, and if it wasn’t for Ellie’s typical little half bun on the back of her head they could’ve almost been twins.

“Oh no, Max, I think she definitely needed to say it.” Another girl with also short but strikingly blue hair snickered from next to Max as she sat forward as if tuning into a dramatic tv show.

“Have you even played DnD before?” Maddie added, eyes scanning me up and down in a way that had me bristling.

“Uhhh no but-” I was interrupted by her scoff, already picking at the walls of my fragile emotional state.

“Oh get fucked, Nolan, it’s not like she’s playing DM.” Ellie rolled her eyes before I felt the weight of a protective arm slipping around my shoulders.

“Steph, you’re DM… you decide.” Blue directed towards a bored looking girl sat at the end of the table, a red beanie shoved onto her head and the outline of a hummingbird tattoo inked onto the side of her chest.

“I mean, one extra player is hardly going to derail my storyline so… I say the more the merrier.” She spoke with a shrug causing a weak smile to stretch onto my lips.

“Good, glad to hear it.” Ellie spoke before shooting what seemed to be a cocky smile towards Maddie’s rolling eyes.

~

Present

I seemed to disassociate in the process of telling the story. At some point Vi caught onto my shivering though and didn’t hesitate to pull me off of the ice. The two of us now sat in the empty yet fancy lounge for the hockey team complete with plush blue couches and the famous coffee bar Ellie had raved about earlier. I had apologized profusely, constantly wondering if I should stop, if I was going in too deep, Vi only encouraged me though. Even slipping a steaming cup of hot chocolate into my cold hands and draping her leather jacket over my shoulders. More of a gentleman than some men.

“Do you still keep in contact with any of those girls? Besides Ellie, obviously.” I heard her ask from behind me where she lounged against the back of the plush chair, calloused fingers tucked underneath the jacket as she ran her hands up and down my spine.

“Yeah actually… or I, I try to at least. Ellie’s more social than I am but a lot of the patients at that hospital are students. Or about to be either one. We even talked about starting a DnD club ourselves since nobody else has bothered to. And it’d probably be overrun by incels.” I chuckled a bit to myself before lifting the cup of hot chocolate to take a sip just as a small chill rushed through me. “You should join whenever we do.”

“I don’t know if it’s really my thing but Jinx and Ekko might be into it. You should ask her. Actually… definitely ask her if Maddie’s involved because I’d pay real money to see them duke it out.” Vi snickered with the soft smile remaining on her lips as she sat forward, “C’mere, let me warm you up.” I almost flinched again whenever I felt her big arms slipping around me from behind, a little gasp lodging in my throat as I placed a shivering hand over top of her forearm causing her eyes to soften a bit. “You okay? Sorry… I-I should’ve asked first, it’s a habit.”

“No, it’s- it’s okay… I’m trying to get more used to it- with you.” I said with a little nod as I tried to sink back into her warm embrace. Slowly letting the muscles in my body loosen one at a time as I let the back of my head rest against her chest, lolling against her thick bicep. She was surprisingly soft, every inch of the cold feeling like it was melting right off of me. From behind me I felt her chest rising and falling with each soft breath, enough to pull me to sleep right then and there almost.

“Baby?” I heard her whisper from above me, gulping another lump down my throat as I felt her calloused fingers brushing underneath my chin and along the curve of my jaw. I tensed again for a moment, my hand wrapping around her forearm with my nails nearly sinking into her flesh in mild anxiety. Let her. Just let her touch you. It’s okay. Let her. “Shhh, I’m not gonna hurt you.” She spoke, probably feeling the shuddering breath I let out against where her arm stayed wrapped around my front. “Can I kiss you?” She whispered, a little flush spreading on my cheeks at the way she still asked.

My eyes widened almost eagerly as I nodded, body consumed with heat just as I felt her lips brushing against mine. Soft at first, arms almost feeling like they were consuming me entirely as they tightened around my body. My hand shook as I lifted it to rest against her head, tangling through her surprisingly soft hair as if I was pressing her further into me. I almost whined whenever her lips disconnected from mine, instead only drifting over to trail along my jaw as if in a pattern.

With every kiss my breathing grew more and more shallow, a small gasp catching on my lips as I felt her lips wrapping around the pulse point of my neck. I almost wanted to slap a hand over my mouth in embarrassment at the way a moan prodded at my lips, fingers curling into her hair as that same ache flared up in between my legs. “Vi-“ Her name seemed to fall from my lips with a whimper as her teeth lightly prodded at my skin.

“Does that feel good?” She whispered, and I seemed to feel my head shifting to give her more access as I nervously and probably awkwardly nodded. Another soft moan spilled from my lips the moment I felt the pinch of her canines against my neck.

Her hand curled into the excess fabric of my sweater, tugging at it as if she wanted to pull it right off. Slipping underneath, her callouses drug along my stomach, my sides, towards my hips, brushing over the bones like she wanted to trace them all the way down. “Vi… please.” The words came out through the airy moans as she continued to let her hand explore my body and her lips decorate my neck in repeated kisses. My head arching against her chest in need, almost leaving me tugging at her hair.

“You know I can’t fuck you in here, right, baby?” She whispered into my neck, giving my hip a subtle squeeze that also left me gasping.

“Then take me to where you can fuck me.” I almost didn’t recognize myself with the words that came out of my mouth as I shifted around to face her. Her hands still staying firmly on my waist meanwhile she only seemed to have a smug expression on her face as she settled back against the arm rest of the couch.

“You want me that bad, princess?” She spoke with a quirked up brow, a delicate finger tracing along the curve of my waist. My hands curled around her shoulders in frustration, certain she could almost feel my thighs tightening around her waist. I was probably a whiny mess as I nodded, the warmth of her hand nearly covering the width of my back.

“Please… Violet.” I knew saying her full name would tug at her. It was usually aggressive whenever other people said it, angry, a sign she had fucked up or pissed somebody off. Whenever I said it though it was needy, a plea almost. I slid my hand from her shoulder to press against her chest, almost like I was trying to grab at her heart. Sink my fingers through her ribs until I could feel it beating in my hands, and I swear I almost felt it quickening the moment I did.

“Fuck it.” I heard her whisper underneath her breath just before I could feel her pressing her forehead to mine. “Wanna go back to my place?”

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“what?” minjeong giggled, staring at aeri through facetime.

aeri was placed in her room, building legos on her desk. she had her phone leaned up on something to give minjeong, jimin, and ning a view of her lego building.

“has aeri always had this obsession with legos?” yizhuo asked, as aeri took out the packets of legos and the instructions out of the box. “yes.” aeri answered before grabbing the first packet and flipping through the instructions. “what are you building, anyway?” jimin questioned, “lotus flowers, i didnt know what to build so i just got this,” aeri showed the packaging to her phone camera.

“ooh.. lotus flowers? theyre pretty,” yizhuo smiled, aeri just nodding and opening the first packet, dumping it onto her desk. the pieces scattered, few dropping as she went down to pick them up. “ah, you guys, ive heard jake is trying to get with yn.” jimin stated, almost sounding disappointed. aeri stayed silent, all though, the look on her face changed distinctively. “im not surprised,” minjeong clicked her tongue. “jake.. any eye contact he makes with a girl, he thinks the girl wants him.”

aeri started to build the flowers, looking around her desk for the pieces that she needed. “you think yn will fall for jake?” jimin asked. “whaat? yn? no, ive known her for long enough to know that she wouldnt.” ning assured. aeri didnt say a word, focusing on her legos as she snapped the pieces together. the thought of ‘ln yn’ made her wanna jump off a cliff, and it was obvious.

she flipped to the next page of the instructions as the other three talked. they went on about unnecessary things, such as.. aliens, the new world, virtual stuff, etc. aeri only let out a few mumbles as responses, not looking up at her phone until that is,

yn gets mentioned again.

her head perks up at the name ‘yn’. the others continued to talk, but they clearly noticed aeri directing her attention to them when yn was mentioned. they shrug it off, and soon, aeri hops back into the conversation, but still, of course, building her legos.

a few minutes pass, and aeri finishes the first flower. “i’m done!” she announces happily before holding up a pink, lotus flower. yizhuos face lit up in awe, admiring it until aeri set it down gently on her desk, setting it aside. “theyre pretty.” jimin praises, “for real! are you building the white one next?” yizhuo asked, curious. aeri got the second packet out, and she nodded her head to confirm.

as time goes on, the other three still talking, the topics getting even dumber, “zorp vorp binted zinky zoogle forp meep?” minjeong blabbered. aeri raised her eyebrow, looking up from her legos. “youre going insane jeong..” jimin sighed, minjeong shaking her head. “anyway.. you done yet, aeri? its been around 20 to 30 minutes or so..” ning stated, as right in that moment, aeri put the last piece on to the last flower. “yup, just finished.” aeri says, holding up all three—there was two pink ones, and one white. (PINK + WHITE REF WBK) she slumped in her chair for about thirty seconds before getting up and stretching.

“dont forget, you guys! café tomorrow,” jimin reminded. “and dont worry, aeri, you wont be seeing yn,” minjeong added, giggling. aeri gave minjeong a look before ning spoke up, “okay but, where are we meeting? like we’ll all head to the cafe and meet there or..” ning trailed off, waiting for a response. “im fine with either, you guys make the decision and text me when you have.” aeri responded.

“oka!—”

ning got cut off when aeri left the facetime, as she sighed, grabbing the trash on her desk and heading to throw it away.

“you wont see yn,”

the words pounded in her head.

she hoped she didnt. yn fucking made her blood boil.

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Snippets Thursday: Hostile Hostage Negotiation 3

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Jak actually did remember being carried down a flight of stairs to someplace cooler -- primarily because the pockmarked medic from before came running up, shouting frantically before realizing he was too late to stop the battle trial.

"He's not one of them, sire," the medic cried, "He's one of their victims!"

"Yes, I am aware."

That Damas guy was near his head, but Jak couldn't be bothered to open his eyes.

"The situation was handled."

"He's still suffering heat exhaustion, sir, he shouldn't have been outside at all! We had an emergency in Ward 1 and I couldn't get back to the holding cells to get him- I'm sorry kid, this is on me."

"It isn't." Damas still sounded calm. "I failed to notice the boy among them during the initial capture. I bear responsibility."

"Quit yappin!" Daxter interrupted them both, "Just get Jak some eco already!"

Jak remembered being put down on a cot of some kind, and unbearably cold things being layered over him -- under his arms, over his neck and chest, around his legs and abdomen -- but beyond that, he was just too exhausted to stay focused.

It was bright when he opened his eyes again. Something metal was touching the back of his head and he heard-

Snipping.

Why did he hear snipping sounds?

He tried to ask, but his voice was gone. There was a cracked, rasping whimper of a sound that might've been his question, but he couldn't be sure.

"I'm sorry," Daxter said from beside his head. His voice wobbled. "I'm sorry, pal, really. I know you're gonna hate this, but I gotta do it."

Do what? What was he doing? Jak tried to move his head but he was so tired.

"Hey-! Easy!" A paw steadied his head, and the sound of the shears continued.

"Your um. Your body's not releasing heat fast enough, Jak. The mats are trappin' it all."

Daxter made a shaky attempt at a laugh. "Re- remember how I always said I'd give you a fade in your sleep if you kept stealin' my coffee? It's...not exactly a fade, but I'm givin' it my best."

Jak pushed his throat to cooperate, straining vocal cords until he could make something come out. It was only a questioning groan, but it was something.

In response, furniture creaked and he heard the rustle of someone standing up.

"Ah. He's back among the living, is he?"

It took a few seconds for Jak to place the voice. It was the man the Marauders called Damas. The one they mistook for his relative. Jak could barely see him from the corner of his eye, just....watching them. What did he want?

An unbearably warm hand touched his forehead, and Jak made a rasping whine of indignation. This did not make the hand move.

"Well, little man. You've had quite a day, haven't you?" Damas sounded dryly amused. What was so funny about all this?!

"My wife will have my head when she finds out I accidentally put you in that ring unarmed. It won't be long. Mel always finds out."

Well good. Jak hoped it was at least entertaining. He would have glared at the man if he'd had the energy for it.

It was a relief when Damas took his too-warm hand away and moved to look at something off to the right of whatever he was laying on.

"Overall temperature is better. I still think they should've kept him partially submerged. Would have been more efficient."

Submerged in what? They were in a desert!

When Damas’s face appeared over Jak's again, that stupid grin was back. The man tried to hide it behind a fist, but his eyes gave him away.

"Oh no." His cheeks twitched with badly suppressed mirth. "Oh the haircut isn't going to help us at all, is it? That's still quite a resemblance"

This time, Jak did manage a glare. But all that did was make Damas chuckle outright.

"Oh don't look at me like that. It's not my fault your genes came out that way. One of my great-grandparents or their siblings, perhaps, but I didn't make you look like that."

The laugh pitched into something more self-deprecating.

"Now! Let's see if I can convince Mel of that before she murders me in the middle of the clinic!"

Jak fought as hard as he could to make a sound even slightly recognizable as words. It took him seven seconds to push out a barely audible,

"....th' rot?"

Damas reached down, and Jak felt some of the unbearably cold things on him being replaced with colder things. As he worked -- to make Jak miserable, apparently -- he kept up a casual, one-sided conversation.

"I don't know how you got into my desert, but the ill-fitting clothes on the Marauders certainly suggest where you came from. I regret to inform you," he said, without the faintest hint of regret, "that you aren't likely to see Haven again for several years. When the hell-city drops foundlings on our doorstep, we tend to be fairly...reluctant, you could say, to give them back."

Daxter's paw patted Jak’s forehead.

"He said that li'l piece of metal he gave ya means we get to stay here, long as we ain't freeloadin'," he murmured, "If we get three of 'em, we'll actually be citizens."

Jak was pretty sure he'd never been a citizen in his life. He made another protesting sound when he was abruptly lifted partially upright. A wedge-shaped block of some kind of soft material was shoved under his shoulders, and for the first time Jak got a look at the room he was in.

It would have been a pretty basic clinic if there weren't six beds in one examination room. Clean counters with a vaguely antiseptic smell that turned his stomach, white walls and sheets, beeping boxes that monitored pulses-

And a bag of fluid draining into his arm.

It was in his arm! Jak knew what that meant.

NEEDLE.

The box beside the bed began beeping very rapidly as he struggled to breathe.

Needle. There was a needle. Daxter saw the needle, why didn't Daxter stop them why was there a needle what did they put in him what was in the bag what eco was it why was there a need-

Daxter scurried up onto his chest, weighing him down. He grabbed Jak's cheeks and yanked them back to face him.

"Hey hey hey hey! Cool it, Bigfoot, it's just saline! It's electrolytes, Jak, you know what electorlytes are. You were dehydrated, pal! I didn't let em put anything weird in you, I promise!"

Now the weird king's humor was completely gone. He approached the bed with a small wooden cup and held it out.

"It's alright, you're safe here," he said, "Here. Try to drink some water. Might help you get your voice back."

Daxter had to hold the cup to Jak's lips. Jak's ears burned with shame and frustration. If these people meant to hurt him, they definitely knew by now that he was helpless. Jak had sworn almost a year ago that he'd never let himself be in that position again. Yet here he was, at the other end of a needle again.

"I know."

It was Damas again. He'd sat down beside the bed and was just watching again.

"I saw the scars. We tried to be as minimally invasive as we could."

They saw!

"That's-" The man trailed off like he was having a hard time gathering his words. Then he shook off a piece of armor around his forearm to pull down cloth wraps. The skin beneath them was shiny. Uneven.

Burns.

In the shape of shackles.

"We know, kid," the man said with a terrible solemnity. "We all know what it's like. Every person who wasn't born in this city came here looking for freedom."

"They...find it?" Jak's voice was strained, but he still managed skepticism.

"They do now," answered Damas. "The previous king had...other ideas, but that's why he's dead."

Jak's pulse slowed from breakneck speed to merely rapid. He tried to breathe slowly, but his lungs were more in-tune with his heart, positive they needed air now.

He stared at the room, at Daxter, at the king man, seeking a distraction desperately. And he found one when Damas turned his head. He hadn't cleaned off the stripe of blood across the side of his head where Æthelstan had managed to graze him with the sword.

"You fought."

Jak let Daxter give him more water and hoped he'd sound less like Torn when he spoke again.

"Why?"

"Because a man challenged me with a blade held to a kid's throat," Damas answered. Something dark hid just beneath the surface of his words. "More specifically, because the only reason you had a knife at your throat was because that Marauder thought you were my kid."

That sat cold on Jak’s chest, heavy as a night-hag.

He was no one's child. Praxis and Kor had seen to that.

Samos had seen to that, too. He'd known Jak longest and adamantly refused to tell him anything -- even something as small as his parents' names.

"...'m not."

Damas caught the pain hiding in the statement, and that pitying look was back.

"No, you're not," he agreed, "But it was still my fault you were in that situation. If I'd seen you in that group of Marauders last night, you wouldn't have even been in that Arena."

If. Wouldn't have. Nothing good ever came of "might have been". Jak bit back sharp words lest he scrape his already raw voice to pieces.

"It was the resemblance, I suppose. Not sure why Gunnar immediately assumed you were my son and not some...cousin or something. He'd have seen you around if you were a Wastelander." Damas gave the boys a sidelong glance, and a hint of mischief still hung there.

"Trust me. If I'd had a son who could battle-shift as fast as you did out there, *everyone* would know because I'd never shut up about it."

Jak didn't answer that.

Battle-shift? Did he mean turning into the eco freak?

"How long d'I have to be here?" he asked slowly. "Are there...more of those guys out there?"

"Those...guys?" Damas looked to Daxter questioningly.

"Marauders. Or people mistaking Jak for your mini-me. And/or." Daxter eased off of Jak's chest and returned to cutting his hair. "I *also* would like to know if there are shirtless murder hobos waiting out there."

The king broke into a wheezing laugh, turning away in a futile effort to hide it.

"Mur- murder hobos? You certainly have a way with words, small one."

[bts-0t-7]

So What? | MYG | Chapter 2

Pair: Hybrid Cat Yoongi x F Reader 

Summary: Running from a past that foreshadows him, Yoongi is adamant about ever turning back to his human counterpart form, in hopes that nobody would recognise him and take him away. You worked at a cafe with your best friend. As a more-than-normal day seemed to go by, you discovered something amidst your housing block. Perhaps - just perhaps, the nighttime is where the angels arrive. 

Genre: Angst, Fluff, Hybrid, non-idol au

Warnings: Contains explicit language, abuse

WC: 2.1K

Taglist: @bearr02 @svnbangtansworld @vintageoldfashion @rkivemaar

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Three days passed with the same and the schedule between the both of you remains the same. The black cat - you should really start to come out with a name for it - will only come out from the sofa when you feed it, never allowing you to pet it and only starting to eat when you turn away. But you started to get worried. Its fur was matted in blood and you were afraid that it had sustained severe injuries. You wanted to give it a bath to see how bad the injuries were but it was extremely on edge. 

You sighed. Your work shift starts in over an hour and you still need to travel down. You left your room and prepared a big bowl of food and water, placing it at the edge of the sofa. 

“I’m going to go work now, kitty. Don’t eat everything for lunch. Keep some for dinner. I’ll be back before midnight.” You waited to see or hear any response from it but, nothing. You didn’t know what to expect - honestly. 

Your keys clanged against each other as you opened the gate and wore your shoes. “Bye, kitty!” You called out one last time as you hastily locked the gates. 

08 33.

You were going to be so, so late. “Damn it.” You looked at your watch. “Never mind.”

You were going to be late, might as well be late. Right? You ran down the block and unlocked your car. Normally your car sits in the parking lot as you prefer the public transport. However, you can’t afford to be late today. There were important events held today and you need to supply them with the necessities before and during the events. 

You drove as fast as the speed limit allows and managed to reach the shop just in time - spare a minute. 

“Y/N! Good, you’re here.” Your boss exclaimed. “You put everything down first and help pack the cart.”

“With the boxes?” You pointed to the cardboard boxes that were strewn across the floor. He nodded. “Which ones?” You started opening every box to peek inside. “And this cart is for which event?”

Your boss helped you carry the correct boxes to wrap, saying, “This one is for the company event. I think it’s called Furman or something.”

You nodded. “I have no idea what that is.” The both of you burst out laughing. “Normal, eh?” 

The both of you worked together in sync and the things were wrapped, packed, and ready to go. 

“What time does the driver come?” You asked as you sat down on the nearest chair. It was only 10 00 and you were already tired. 

Your boss looked up from his phone and said, “In five minutes. Peng just texted and said he will be reaching soon.” You nodded, getting up from the seats. 

The whole day went by as usual - aching arms, spilling coffee and milk, carrying boxes, serving nasty customers, the list goes on. But today, you were more than happy to go home for a whole new reason. You packed up faster than usual and cleaned up like a speeding train, all to go home earlier to see your cat. 

Well, he wasn’t exactly your cat to say.

What the hell do I call him?

Bringing your bag out of the storage room, you turned to ask your boss, “What is a nice name for a male cat but not generic?” 

“That’s a rather random question?” He looked up from behind the cashier. 

“Come on, please? I wanna go home already.” You whined. “I just need some ideas.”

He scratched his chin. “Did you get a cat?”

“Yes.”

“Hmm… Maybe Cookies? Or you can try… What is its fur colour?”

“Erm, black?” Your reply was as if it was a question.

“Blackie? Stormy? Burnt?” He shrugged.

“Hmm, alright thanks.” You scurried out of the shop. “Gotta go, bye!”

You ran for the car park at the back of the building where the store was located and quickly got in. Turning on the engine, you thanked the gods that the roads were fairly empty today, allowing you to reach home earlier than usual. You parked in the multi-story car park where it is sheltered and decided to head over to the nearest supermarket to get some food. 

You headed over to the cat food section, picking out a bag of new kibbles and can food. Then, you gravitated over to the vegetables and meat, chicken, and beef. Maybe some seasoning and a tad bit too many crackers. 

You paid for the groceries and headed up to your block, struggling to grab your keys as you reached your level. You opened your door and ran to the kitchen, putting everything down before rushing back to close the gates. You turned on the lights and started to pack everything into their respective places on the shelves. 

Heading over to the bowls that you have left out for kitty, you spotted that there were only a few kibbles he didn’t finish. You tossed those out and gave them a good wash, placing them on the rack to dry overnight. 

You turned off the lights and cautiously headed to your room, hoping that all the noise you made had not yet woken the sleeping cat under your sofa. But when you stepped into your room, oh, you were so wrong. 

Kitty was indeed asleep but not under the sofa. It hissed at the sudden attack of light that you switched on, scurrying to your pillow’s snout first. 

“Sorry! Sorry! I didn’t know you were there. I thought you were sleeping under the sofa.” You dimmed the lights and headed to the closet, walking over to your bathroom from the connection point there. 

Yoongi could hear the water running down the shower room from where he was laying on your bed. He was just about to fall back asleep when you picked him up, making him hiss at the sudden contact. Trying to pry your hands away by lightly scratching you didn’t seem to phase you at all. 

Where are you taking me? PUT ME DOWN! I SAID, PUT ME D - 

“If you want to sleep in my bed, you are going to take a bath first.” You announced, bringing him to the bathtub which you have already filled up with water. 

NO, NO, NO. I DON’T WANT TO BATHE! I WANT TO SLEEP!

You slowly placed him down into the water and he hissed, not wanting to be washed. He sloshed around in the water, attempting to get out but your grip on him was too tight. 

“Come on, kitty. I’ll leave you alone later if you are willing to let me bathe you now.”

Fine. 

So Yoongi floated there, let you wash him up, blow dry his fur, coo over how soft his fur now is, and check his injuries. When he had gotten enough attention, he jumped off the countertop of the basin and trotted back to the pillows with a meow. Letting you close enough was already pushing his instincts, he wanted to rest now and that was exactly what he was going to do. 

Yoongi heard you sigh from the washroom and started to clean things up. He didn’t last too long with the warm pillows and your scent, lulling him into the darkness. 

A few more weeks went by and the schedule essentially stayed the same. Nothing really changed. 

Nothing really changed. 

Food schedules may not have changed but your cat sure did. Kitty, you decided to call it, started to be more comfortable with you after that day you bathed him. His injuries didn’t seem too bad, just a few scratches here and there but have mostly healed over the past few days. You realised that it was indeed a he and that his fur - oh, it was the softest thing you have ever touched. It was even nicer than the fluffy rugs you have lying on the floor of your house. 

Sometimes, you even wake up with him snuggled in between your arms. 

What a character this cat has.

Everything seemed to be going smoothly until a few days ago when you realised that your cat wasn’t eating as much as he used to. He ran fevers, occasionally spasming, and always whined for your attention every time you were near. Hell, you think that he probably vomited while you weren’t around too! You decided to take a leave today to see exactly what was wrong with your cat. 

So the moment that you woke up, you prepared to leave for the veterinarian. Your cat, however, did not seem at all fond of the idea. It mewled and clung onto your sofa when you tried to bring it out of the house. 

“Come on!” You struggled. “Come on, kitty, seriously! You have been sick for god knows how long and I’m not going to let you keep going like that!” You huffed. “Come…On! Let’s go already. The faster you finish, the faster we can come home.”

When you finally managed to get him out of the door, he meowed the whole way to the vet, almost ripping apart the towel that you had wrapped him in. You heaved a sigh of relief when you reached and got him into the clinic, heading right to the registration counter. 

“Hello, what are you here for?” 

“Erm, my cat has been having fevers and spasming recently. I would like to have him checked out.” You said, eyes darting around the place, seeing many different animals and feeling real… Out of place. You only fed the stray cats downstairs your blocks but never really had a pet by yourself. 

“Have you seen any doctors or come before?”

You shook your head. “No, we haven’t.”

The receptionist nodded. “How long has this been going on?”

You tried to think back to the earlier times when you started to suspect that your cat was sick. “Erm, about a few - maybe around four - days ago?”

“Alright.” The receptionist typed something into her computer and took out a ticket. “You can head over to the seat and wait for your queue number. It will show up on the screen when it is being called.”

You thanked her and went to take a seat. 

A3009, You read on the ticket. 

“That’s still a long way from ours, kitty. It’s only A286 right now. Hang in there.” You told him as he started to gag after a while. You ran your hands down his back in an attempt to calm him down. 

He started to shift around in your hold and you started to panic. “Erm,” You looked up, trying to ask for help just as he puked, vomit splattering off the floor and onto your shoes. People jumped back and pets got startled. The receptionists and nurses came out, trying to diffuse the commotion and clean the mess. 

You stood there trying to calm your cat down to no avail. “Gods, I’m so sorry -”

“It’s fine.” A nurse said. “I think this is more serious than you may have thought. Go to room five and knock. The doctor there will let you in. The receptionist has already informed her that you would be going first.”

You nodded and rushed to the room on as steady feet as possible, hoping that your quick movements would not trigger him again. 

ROOM 5: DR. PARK JI-HYUN

You knocked and went in, hastily greeting the doctor before explaining what was going on. “I really have no idea and I didn’t know how bad it was. I thought it would have gone away after a while.”

Dr Park conducted some tests and checked his lungs. As the results came back, the frown on his doctor’s brows was not making him feel any better. All the sources online stated that stray cats have a much stronger immune system to counter diseases than domestic cats do, so you decided to try for a few days. 

“I think it isn’t quite the problem of what your cat has eaten or what disease it has contracted.” Dr Park said. She scribbled something on the papers and moved to the screens, calling somebody to arrange for some sort of transportation. 

When she came back, she looked you dead in the eyes and frowned. Sighing, she said, “Goodness, how do I phrase this?” She pinched the bridge of her nose. “Your cat isn’t a cat. It is a hybrid.” 

[wooahaeruby]

Chapter 13: Better Beside You

Chapter Word Count: 4,569

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Traveling to Jakarta wasn’t hard, the only big problem was getting through the airport and having a thousand and one flashes blinding you but Jihoon was there every step of the way. It was late when you flew since it was a relatively long flight, seven hours give or take, and it was easier to fly at night to get some decent rest tomorrow. 

He was a steady shield, having you pass through security first, taking your bag from you even when you insisted you could carry it yourself, and even tossing his sweatshirt over you when you were cold in the gate seats. When tucked into your seat, he made sure you were alright and comfortable next to the window, letting you keep his sweatshirt. You asked if he was going to be cold but he waved you off, something about getting a blanket from the stewardess when in the air. 

Recently he had been acting like that. 

Since the kiss, Jihoon has really been into doing things for you. 

It started with good morning text messages on days he wouldn’t see you directly in the morning. He added emojis to each text and always asked how much work you needed to get done before you could come to their practice or the studio. When you would let him know you would be on your way to Hybe, he’d always have either a tea or coffee ready for your arrival even if he was in the middle of practice or composing. He’d always have an extra sweatshirt laying around because he knew you got cold. 

Sometimes…Sometimes you used it to your advantage, like you did when you couldn’t properly zip your suitcase closed and called him to come and help you. He had shown up in five minutes since he was at the dorms and helped with all the last minute things you needed to slip into another bag. 

A few days before flying to the next tour spot, the couch you ended up ordering from IKEA arrived and was installed by two very kind older gentlemen that told you some of their favorite places to visit as they put the pieces together. It was a simple, very comfy L-shaped couch, black fabric perfect to hide any messes that were to happen. You even indulge yourself with a handful of throw pillows within your budget. 

You didn’t tell Jihoon right away since it was your day off and the group was at the company going over any last minute things before they would rest for a day and fly out. He didn’t tell you that they got out until he was knocking on the door with a bag of takeout and his laptop, wanting to spend some time with you even if he had some work needing to be done. He had tucked himself into the corner of the couch and the longer he focused on his work, the more you slowly…. very slowly placed the pillows against his leg and rested against them, blanket thrown over you and your computer on your lap. You both had fallen asleep, a little uncomfortably but together nonetheless. 

That was another new development; falling asleep in close proximity more. Each night after your couch arrived, he came over and you both fell asleep near one another. On the days prior to that, he’d finish work in the studio but you guys were too lazy to move and leave so he relaxed with you on the couch and fell asleep. 

The hotel in Jakarta was nice, cushy even, but enough for two nights then back to Korea then non-stop traveling before another short break. You had jumped into the shower after all your things were accounted for, wanting to get the gross feeling of airplane off of you. 

You went to pull your laptop out when a knock resonated from your door and you shuffled over to answer. Hyeji stood all bundled up in a SVT staff hoodie and jeans, holding a canvas bag in her hands in front of her. 

“ Are you busy?” She questioned. 

“ No- No, come on in, what’s up?”

She stepped in when you moved aside and handed you the bag, smiling. “ It’s a staff sweatshirt and a badge you will need. Since you’ll probably be backstage with all of us, it’s better you have everything than not.” 

Taking the bag, you took a peek inside and began pulling out the contents, smiling at the sweatshirt and placing it on the bed then took the badge out and placed it with your backpack you planned on taking along. “ Ah, thank you, I was going to ask about all this but since I heard about the meeting, I wasn’t going to bother right away.” 

“It isn’t a problem. I actually wanted to speak to you regarding your social media.” Hyeji pulled out her phone. “ Since we are back on the road once more, have you given it any thought of posting or letting us post any behind the scene pictures or videos you take?”

Ah, yeah you never thought about that once properly since the first meeting. 

You gave her a blank stare before she started to laugh which you joined in on. 

“ It completely slipped my mind.” You whined, going towards the wall and lightly banging your forehead against it. “ I don’t see why not, I just don’t want them to look bad.” 

Hyeji continued to chuckle, shaking her head. “ Any picture is a good picture, shows that they are human. Maybe you can post some funny shots too.” 

You grabbed your phone from the bed and opened it, remembering the one picture you took of Jihoon in New York and all the other pictures you had taken. Scrolling through, they weren’t too bad, maybe a little shaky since you were most likely laughing, but they were good. 

“ I have a few if you’d like to see them, maybe we can start with that?” 

Hyeji came to your side and peered over your shoulder, seeing the assortment of pictures you had already gathered. They were fun and carefree, silly faces and shots mid-conversation or mid-action that didn’t come off too odd. She stopped you when it came to the picture of Jihoon outside the ice cream shop and wiggled her eyebrows. 

“ This one is good. Maybe you could have fun with it and make a cheesy caption to go along with it.” Hyeji shook her head side to side. 

“ I think I’d rather just put no captions and let the pictures do the talking.” 

“You sound like Seokmin-ah. Maybe have him teach you how to take pictures.” 

You rolled your eyes and laughed once more with her until you froze. “ Oh- I forgot to tell you-” Groaning, you opened your instagram, still set to private with hundreds of thousands of requests to follow. “ That…” 

Hyeji stared at the screen, opening her mouth then closing it. “ At least you set it to private.” 

Instead of doing any work regarding your job since you only had documents to review by the end of the week, Hyeji and you sat together in your hotel room, figuring out a new social media handle and how you’d discuss posting pictures and videos. When everything was settled and you were both satisfied with the username you’d go with, your first name with a period and  Ruby at the end, you went to put your first picture, the one of Jihoon. 

You tagged his personal account and the group’s official account after following both and sent Jihoon with a link to the post to check once he could before you simply tossed your phone aside. 

“ And time to ignore it!” 

Boredom was setting in. This meeting could have been an email, just going over the timeline for tomorrow when he knew the managers would be up at the crack of dawn to make sure everything would run as smoothly as humanly possible. 

Jihoon sat between Jeonghan and Chan, bouncing his leg impatiently and his fingers drummed against the tabletop. The concert would start at seven-thirty, hair and make up needed to be done by six at least, blah blah. They’d have a run through of the show tonight after dinner for any last minute checks of equipment. The words started to blend together and he was zoning out. 

As his fingers continued to drum, his watch came to life, screen showing a message from Ruby. His face contorted in confusion at the message; Why were they sending him a link? He saw instagram in the URL and that only further confused him. Didn’t Ruby private their instagram? 

“ Does anyone have any questions before you are free to leave?” 

A chorus of nos fluttered through the room and their lead manager dismissed them.

“ Be ready to head out at six-thirty, no delays please.” He called back before the room was soon vacated. 

Quickly he stood from his seat and left the room, making his way to the elevators like the rest of them. Jihoon pulled his phone from his pocket, standing beside Soonyoung who blatantly was looking over his shoulder. Not bothering to stop him, he opened the link and was surprised to be met with a picture of himself. He glanced at the username and tapped it, scoffing at the caption he was met with. 

Y/N, #1 Carat. A rice bowl and diamond emoji were at the end. 

“ Really?” He said out loud, shaking his head as a tiny smile spread on his lips. Jihoon clicked back and looked at the photo. 

He looked at peace, standing outside the ice cream shop. Thinking back, he’d have to admit that it was one of the best days of his life despite everything. His soul had been completed, Ruby was beside both him and the group of guys he called a family. It was a rough start but he was happy either way. 

“It’s a good picture.” Soonyoung said, breaking Jihoon from his thoughts. “ Maybe I should have Ruby-ah take my pictures.” He teased, nudging him once the elevator doors opened. 

“ Shut it-” Stepping into the elevator, he tapped like on the photo before sharing it to his own story. “ I wonder if they have more pictures…” 

Soonyoung was smiling as they took the elevator up to their floor and nudged him once more. “ Maybe get some candid shots of Ruby-ah so they can post.” 

It wasn’t a bad idea…but Ruby would have more opportunity than he would to get pictures with their upcoming schedule…He’d figure it out. Jihoon wanted them to have pictures to post too. Maybe he would recruit some of the guys to help with that… 

“ I’ll see you later.” Soonyoung waved him off once they stepped into the hallway. “ Get some rest before run through!”

Jihoon gave a hum in response, making his way down the hall towards his room first, grabbing his laptop and speaker before heading to Ruby’s room. 

“ All I’m saying is that the dance to Don Quixote is pure perfection.” Hyeji snorted, sitting on the bed across from you as you scrolled through some documents on your computer. 

“ And I’m not disagreeing with you.” You stated, rolling your eyes, “ I’m just saying that Shadow is just as perfect-” 

As you sat against the headboard, legs tucks comfortably under the blankets, your hands paused on the touchpad and a familiar shiver ran down your spine, the feeling evident on your face. Hyeji’s eyes lit up and she smirked. 

“ Ohh, so the rumor is true!” She laughed, hopping off the bed. “ I’ll see myself out since Jihoon is almost here.” 

With a grimace showing on your face, but a knock came to the door which made it even worse. Hyeji practically skipped towards the door and threw it open. “ Hello. They are all yours~” You couldn’t see what she did but Jihoon’s cheeks flushed. She easily slipped out and pushed him inside before the door was firmly shut. 

“ Before you ask. I have no idea.” You called out, going back to your work. Better to get it down now then wait until getting back to South Korea. 

Jihoon shuffled into the room, but more importantly beside you on the bed, letting himself get comfortable against the pillows. The routine was relatively the same even if you weren't back at home. Music, anime, or some kdrama he heard Seungkwan talking about playing in the background for you while you finished work. Most times, Jihoon would fall asleep before long and you’d have to make a note of where the shows left off to go back to later. 

Today he decided on a drama, settling himself under your bed’s blanket without too much effort. 

“ What time do you need to be awake if you fall asleep?” You ask with a tease in your tone, knowing he will fall asleep whether he wants to admit it or not. 

“ Six-thirty.” He quietly muttered, yanking his watch off and tossing it further down the mattress with his phone. Yep, he was getting comfy. 

“ I’ll make sure you eat.” With a roll of your eyes, the room was quiet aside from the dialogue from the show.

Jihoon continued to get comfortable, shimmying down until his head hit the pillow and he could lay on his side. You barely moved, letting yourself get consumed with your work. There still wasn’t much to do but perfection was something that came easy when you relatively enjoyed what you did for work. The first time Jihoon saw you working he did call it a little boring, but he also had a job that continuously kept him on his feet. Nothing slowed down for them. 

It wasn’t long before he was asleep, a quick check at the time showed it was still early from the late night flight and early morning transitions. Since falling into each other’s lives in September, there was a part of you that felt bad that he didn’t have enough time to care for himself. In interviews you’ve seen prior to meeting your match, Jihoon has spoken about how the job can be hard, that it can be difficult to have the weight of the group on his shoulders, but you also knew he loved what he does. 

He either never slept or slept too much and he was always doing something if he wasn’t taking a moment to breathe. You’ve seen him already experience some writer’s block and he took the time to step back and either sat with you in the studio or your apartment to ride through the time. He always felt frustrated and annoyed but kept it at bay. He didn’t like to talk about it, liking to figure out the next course of action himself, but he always listened to you or one of the other members if needed. 

Work only took another hour to finish. Somewhere along the line, your head reached over and gently carded your fingers through his hair. It was a guilty pleasure you came to find out last week when you subconsciously were watching an anime he insisted on showing you and he fell asleep . For your anxiety’s sake, you set an alarm two hours before Jihoon needed to be ready so he could wake up and eat before jumping into rehearsals.

You didn’t bother to pause the show, letting yourself watch to pass the time, fingers still carding through his hair. It was soft, it had been a little while since they dyed it, they had freshened up his undercut recently as well. There was a comment a few days ago where Jihoon said something about growing his hair because he was –  and you quoted – ‘ Too lazy and busy to sit at the salon to get it done ’. 

You don’t know when you fell asleep, your eyes were starting to flutter shut and as you tried to fight the drowsiness, it took over quickly. 

“My little ruby,” Mimi called for you, sitting in the living room of your childhood home. “You know that Mimi and Papa love you, correct?” 

You remember sitting beside her, just thirteen years old, helping her properly wrap up the yarn she used to knit and crochet so many of your favorite sweaters and scarves that kept you warm all winter long. She had always been firm on how she wanted the yarn done. 

“Of course I know, Mimi. You and Papa love me like mommy loved me before she became a star in the sky.” You answered with such confidence and she smiled, tugging you close to her side and peppering kissing all over your cheeks and forehead. 

“One day, sweetheart, you will have someone, a soulmate,  at your side that should love you for the rest of your life. You must be strong for them as they will be strong for you.” 

“I know, Mimi. Papa always tells me that I should talk to my soulmate, that I can be mad but to never stay angry. He said that was how you both have loved each other for so long.” 

It was only a handful of years later when she sat you down once more after your eighteenth birthday, holding your face in her hands as you cried. Mimi had always been forward with your parents, that they didn’t like each other, that their hatred had brought their downfall. You had asked recently if you could learn the full story, wanting to know just how bad it had been. 

“How could they-” You sobbed, “How could he do this? Why did he hate mom- hate me so much to just let her die?” 

“I don’t know, I never understood it.” Mimi wiped your tears and placed a gentle kiss on your forehead, trying to calm you down. “I always told you they didn’t like each other but your…father,” She said the words but it was clear she was trying to hide the animosity in her voice. “He wasn’t ready for responsibility. He held a lot of hatred in his heart against your mother, but she didn’t make it easy either.” 

You curled up in her arms, letting her hum a small lullaby as she ran a hand through your hair. “I don’t want to be like that, Mimi.” Your voice was barely a whisper and throat raw from crying. 

“They weren’t perfect, Y/N, no one is. I’m not perfect, love. They were young, they had to stop living because one thing led to another and your mom had you.” She soothed, rubbing your back. “It’s why Papa and I have wanted you to know communication, to speak about when you are sad or angry. We want you to love someone and understand that a soulmate is your perfect match, but still a person just like you. They are human too.” 

When stepping into the venue for the concert, intimidating wasn’t the word you’d use to describe it. Being in the concert hall already being filled with people in New York was different from being in a completely empty venue, standing on the stage looking out towards all the seats. Mingyu and Seokmin had pulled you from Jihoon once arriving and insisted on having you stand center stage. Your legs felt a little weak and the fast beating of your heart was making you a little dizzy. 

How the hell can they stand up here night after night and perform? 

You let out a shaky breath, closing your agape mouth. 

“ I think it’s going to be near max concert capacity tomorrow.” Seokmin said. 

“ And you can watch it all from backstage!” 

“ I feel so small.” You took a step back, holding onto the cuffs of the sweatshirt Hyeji brought you earlier in the day. 

“ You are.” Mingyu smirked but you hit him in the stomach, not enough to hurt but enough to startle him. He pouted and shrinked away, hiding behind Seokmin who just laughed. 

Offstage, the crew called out to set up their in-ear monitors and mics, each shuffling about with orders being called left and right. You tried to stay out of the way, you knew you were out of the way, but as everyone rushed around to get things done, you felt in the way. 

Hyeji was your savior, grabbing you and heading out onto the stage, walking down towards the stairs beside the extended stage. “ Stay. ” She ordered as if you were a dog but you didn’t fight it, taking a seat on the steps to get out of the way. 

Before long, the stage came to life, the familiar opening visuals lighting the screens and stage. It brought you back to the rush of the concert, sitting front row with Jamie and Kazuki, screaming your heart out. 

They guys started to file out and you took the opportunity to take some – hopefully – good photos of them standing around, waiting for everything to get going. Each wore casual and comfortable clothes, the general consensus a baggy pants and oversized shirts. You even took a video of Mingyu poking at Chan who pouted and tried to stand away from the giant. 

You watched as rehearsals flowed smoothly, or what you hoped was smoothly by the comments and concerns members had. A staff member came from the main stage and stood at the end of the extended stage with a microphone in her hand. They skipped over mentions but played through VCRs for what you assumed was a quality check. While they weren’t putting too much effort into the practice of placements and choreography, each of them were still in sync. 

Mingyu had fun messing with you when Game Boi went through, still meeting his marks but teasing nonetheless. He still reminded you of an over energetic puppy and an older brother. It was cute. 

What you dreaded was the easy run through of Aju Nice at the end. Seungkwan was talking with staff and security about his typical walking off stage and finding a candidate to kick off never ending Aju Nice and the practice for it had him staring you down. You shrunk down and were ready to dart backstage when that shine in his eyes met with Seokmin and Soonyoung once the rehearsal stopped for a small break after the first Aju Nice performance. 

“ Ruby-ah~” Soonyoung said your nickname with the most playful inflection.

“ Kwon Sooyoung, Lee Seokmin, Boo Seungkwan, if either of you dare to bring me on stage for Aju Nice tomorrow, I will kill you.” The seriousness in your tone was evident but that only made the glint in their eyes brighten. 

“ So if someone else does…You’d do it?” Seungkwan knelt down where you sat on the stairs and you quickly shook your head. 

“ If any one of you try, I now know where all of you sleep.” 

That had Seungkwan doubling over in a fit of laughter, slapping the floor with one hand. “ Wah! You look ready to actually kill me!” 

Your cheeks were bright red, you could feel the heat of them radiating off of you. Looking over to Jihoon, he just stood back and watched, arms crossed as he rolled his wrist, red mic spinning as he did. 

“ You either!” Pointing towards your soulmate, you glared. “ You hear me?!”  

Jihoon tilted his head, feigning innocence. 

Note to self, kill Jihoon later.

Jihoon was exhausted. You could feel it on the second day towards the end of the concert, but he never faltered in his dancing or singing, keeping that same hyped up energy. They all had smiles plastered on their faces, but just based off of the slumped bodies that barely made it to the vans yesterday, they’d been in bed directly after eating and a shower for tomorrow’s flight. 

The previous night, you had sat with a small group of the guys after the concert, savoring the food that was staff provided. Soonyoung, though tired, still had energy to burn with terrified you. How could one man just keep going? 

Getting Jihoon back to his room was a feat in itself. He was tired and definitely a little sore just based on the gentle hand you rubbed on his back while hanging out. He reminded you of a toddler that didn’t get his nap in yet; cranky and whiny. You had left him in his room with a small kiss to the cheek as a goodnight before returning to your room to bundle up under the covers. What you didn’t expect was for Jihoon to be knocking on your door an hour later , not even asking to come in when you answered the door because you knew he was there before he even knocked. He just paraded himself inside and face planted onto the mattress and was out in a matter of minutes. You tried to ask him a question but he was dead to the world and you managed to get him under the covers with a decent amount of struggle. 

Today was really no different. A small part of you knew he was going to crawl into bed with you so after walking him to his hotel room. You used the latch on the door to prop it open, taking the time to make sure everything was ready to go tomorrow morning. Mindlessly, you scrolled through your phone in the dark, holding back your snort when the light from the hallway shined in and Jihoon’s silhouette could be seen, closing and locking the door. 

“ Is this going to be a regular thing?” The question was more curious than serious, watching as he pulled the covers back and slid in beside you. 

“ Is that going to be a problem?” His voice broke a bit but still level.

Locking your phone, you placed it on the pillow beside your head, eyes already adjusted to the darkness. “ Don’t answer my question with a question.” 

Jihoon shifted to get comfortable, pulling the comforter up to his chin, laying on his side to face you. He didn’t answer for a moment, taking slow even breaths that signified he was ready to knock out soon. Slowly you reached out and brushed some damp locks from his forehead, shaking your shoulders in a silent snicker. 

“ I sleep better when I’m beside you.” He finally broke the silence. 

Butterflies wreaked havoc on your stomach. Your cheeks flushed and for once you were glad the lights were off so he couldn’t see them, but he could definitely feel you swooning. God, that was one of the cheesiest things he’s said to you. Contentment was evident from his side of the bond, it was felt each time he had you blushing or embarrassed from something he said. 

You brushed his hair back, letting your nails message gently against his scalp. His eyes fluttered shut, leaning into the feeling. Faintly you made out the tired, content smile that was threatening to spread on his lips. He was slowly falling asleep, trying to keep his eyes open but each time they stayed closed longer and longer. Slowly, you leaned forward and placed a short peck to his forehead when he was fully asleep, too flustered to do so when he was awake.

“You’re lucky you’re cute, Jihoon-ie.”

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Sunlight filters through the leaves as Applejack sits up from her place under the apple tree. Winona, who had her fluffy head resting on AJ’s chest, gives a thoughtful sniff as she gazes up at her owner, pushing up to sit on her hind legs.

AJ meets Winona’s curious gaze with a worried look of her own.

“What am I gonna do, girl?” she sighs, “Got myself wrapped up in all sorts’a trouble now.”

Winona turns her head to survey the expanse of apple trees surrounding them before giving AJ a side-eyed glance and a withered sneeze, as if that should solve every problem she’s got.

AJ smiles wearily and scratches behind the dog’s ears, patting her soft head before tugging again on a fluffy ear, lost in thought.

Asking family is out of the question at this point. Everybody’s got chores, and talking to them would only mean more work for her or Big Mac. Lord knows what kinda fuss they’d make about it if she tells them too soon. After her chores, she needs to do as much as she can to make tomorrow easier, and finish gathering her thoughts on the date, as well as getting anything she needs for it. Tomorrow she’ll have to finish up whatever work she started, get ready for the date, and leave. She’ll tell family later, but right now she can’t deal with that extra stress.

One of her friends would be better for today. Maybe she’ll ask for help and won’t even need to say Rarity’s name…she can only hope. The absolute riot that would result would be too much to handle. And besides, she wants to keep it quiet in case things don’t work out.

There are two questions lingering in her mind.

She’s lost on what to wear. With all the time she’s spent around Rarity, one would think she’d know exactly what to wear to impress her. But honestly, she thinks about the complexities of fashion about as much as she thinks about men—which is to say, hardly at all. If she didn’t have Rarity’s voice in the back of her mind gasping about formalwear and Manehattan social status, she’d wear the nicest pieces in her closet and call it a day. Ultimately, she knows Rarity will appreciate any effort she makes for their date, but AJ wants to impress her.

Then there’s the gift. The Element of Generosity deserves something meaningful and special, and AJ knows she’ll appreciate it.

That should be all…but maybe she could ask her friends for general advice as well. After all, AJ’s never felt more serious about a date in her life.

Each of her friends have their strengths and weaknesses, and all have the ability to offer advice. But which one should she ask?

Naturally, Rainbow Dash is the first to come to mind. They’ve always had each other’s backs, always pushed one another to be better at everything, striving to be the best. Bickering and teasing is their love language, no matter how relentless. But. With all that spunk and chaos in such a tiny figure, AJ’s pretty sure Rainbow would explode if she had to keep AJ’s date a secret. She also wouldn’t dare miss an opportunity to tease AJ about finally getting over herself to make a move with Rarity. But underneath her mischievous demeanor, she cares for AJ a whole heap; she’d help out however she can. AJ just isn’t sure what Rainbow’s advice for a romantic date would look like. It could easily be an hour of intermittent hysterical laughter, followed by the most unhelpful string of words she’s ever heard. “Just like, be yourself, dude. Roll with the punches. Seriously.” Or it could be wildly profound, incredibly insightful information—Rainbow’s personality is harlequin, unpredictable at times.

Fluttershy, however, is the complete opposite. Timid and quiet, sure, but she’s got the natural elegance and poise that could be helpful in this situation. As a friend, she’s a good listener and would take AJ’s worries to heart. Even if she found out AJ’s date is with Rarity, she would definitely keep the secret (maybe a few animals would hear the news, but that wouldn’t bother AJ). If AJ remembers right, Fluttershy has a bit of fashion experience…that could help a lot. However, she worries that the visit might take longer than it should—Fluttershy isn’t known to be decisive, and AJ definitely needs some cold hard advice.

Then there’s Twilight. AJ has never actually heard Twi talk about anything romantic, so she’s clueless if she has experience. But—Twi has an analytical predisposition to any situation, and could give AJ exactly the kind of information she needs. She would without a doubt take AJ’s questions seriously. With all that knowledge swarming her head, she’d likely go so far as to calculate all the pros and cons about every possible scenario and decision, and recommend what would fit best, accounting for factors like windchill and commute time while she’s at it. Spreadsheet, chalkboard, slide presentation, the whole shebang. And, like herself, Twilight appreciates tradition and routine, and probably knows what AJ would like as well. The only thing AJ worries about is Twilight focusing too much on little details and ending up not helping her at all, leaving her back at square one after taking the long way…

Finally, AJ considers Pinkie. Admittedly, she’s…not AJ’s first choice. “Silly” is her middle name, along with “goofy” and “rambunctious.” It’s not always easy to drag Pinkie down from the cotton candy castle she mentally resides in. Her whimsy is endearing and can always pull AJ out of a sour mood, but is that something she has time for right now? Surprise confetti from the Party Cannon is not the vibe she wants to bring to this date. But maybe AJ isn’t giving Pinks enough credit. From what she knows of her and her sister Maud, they prioritize each other to the fullest extent, and there’s nothing ridiculous about a friendship between sisters. Pinkie has an entire basement full of data on what each of her friends and family and neighbors likes, just so she can make them smile on their special day. Maybe a lighter mood won’t hurt, since she’s been such a worrywart lately about everything. But besides brightening her day, could Pinkie give sound advice about what to wear and how to impress Rarity.

AJ can’t decide, but she’ll have to.

Maybe she should start walking to town and talk to whoever she runs into first.

Maybe she needs to listen to her gut. It hasn’t failed her yet.

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@sunnfish okay Take Two!!! hello sunny sunnfish you wonderful sea creature! I was your secret santa for the @ssmygiftexchange! so sorry for the delay on this, my scheduled post was taken by the tumblr void and I wasn't home with my laptop to remake this post haha.

Your prompt was shirashiro college roommates au and prev pres, hanzawa, and tashiro hang out!! hope i was able to do this justice, this is officially the longest oneshot ive posted :)

Now with an Ao3 version, i would recommend reading there because Tumblr messed up some of my formatting and I can't fix it right now ^_^

Summary:

Tashiro and Shirahama are college roommates. It's a relatively peaceful life.

A non-linear story written for the sasamiya & hirakagi winter gift exchange!

As it turns out, moving in with a guy that you’ve known for almost half your life is pretty unremarkable.

Maybe it has something to do with being too familiar with each other. There have been too many sleepovers for the sound of snores to phase him, too many gym classes for the sight of skin to fluster him, too much time for anything to feel awkward between them. And yet…

And yet.

Packing your whole life into boxes is pretty hard, as it turns out. Looking around his room now it seems hard to imagine how it’ll feel to see the whole place emptied out. Cleared of every reminder of himself.

Tashiro tries not to think about it so hard as he turns back towards the closet. He’s never felt the need to go through everything he had stuffed in there until now, remnants of the past mixing with comforts of the present.

He reaches out to grab one of the hangers, pulling it free. His ping-pong jacket, he thinks despairingly, is slowly becoming small on him. His name spelled across the back in white lettering brings him back to when he first noticed. The growth spurts he’s been having refuse to slow even for a moment, and though he likes that some days, it mainly makes him face annoying things like this.

If he leaves the jacket, it will probably be packed up and put away somewhere to be forgotten. He can picture it now, sitting in a box stuffed away as it slowly fades from his memory. It makes him feel sort of heavy. But, if he takes it with him, he’s not sure it would be much better in the long run. Just holding it in his hands reminds him of how much time has passed. Of how fast it will keep passing.

He stands there, gears turning haphazardly in his mind, as he tries to breathe it all in.

Then, a knock.

His eyes dart to his doorway in surprise– knowing none of his family was home right now– only to remember that he’d invited the others to help him out.

Shirahama stands in front of him, knuckles resting against the already ajar door. His slightly bored face and tellingly awkward posture show that he hadn’t expected to be the first to arrive.

“Is your doorbell broken?” He asks as his socked feet pad their way into the room. “I tried using it, for once, but from that look I guess you didn’t hear.”

Tashiro finds himself a little amused by this, as he knows for a fact Shirahama has his own key. Perks of coming over to play games most weekends out of the year. He remembers them making jokes about going into each other's fridges while no one was home when they traded keys.

“Nah, guess I was just distracted,” He says with a casual shrug, placing the jacket back in the closet.

Shirahama gives him a questioning look. “I thought you were moving out, not back in.” His friend jokes as he passes Tashiro, grabbing a couple of shirts from the closet alongside the jacket.

He feels his eyebrow twitch in a way that reminds him a little of Hanzawa; and what a scary thought that is.

“I’m feeling indecisive.” He says, his mouth twisting to match how the word makes him feel. All twisted up and confused.

Shirahama turns to the side to face him, having stacked more clothes into his arms that look to be on the verge of falling to the floor. “About what? If you should take your whole house with you?”

That jacket. If I should re-dye my hair. Growing up. You. The future.

“What if we paint all the walls yellow?” He says instead of the hundreds of things his racing mind pushes forward.

“Yeah, that’s not happening.” Shirahama responds resolutely, his eyes showing no room for argument. Not that Tashiro will let that stop him.

“Or maybe green? Something bright.” He continues on, stepping away from his thoughts to grab the jacket out of the teetering pile and place it to the side. “Actually, scratch that, blue would be great too.”

Shirahama gives him a withering look that has no effect on his enthusiasm. Now that he’s thinking about it, the fact that he isn’t going to make these kinds of decisions on his own anymore is pretty fun. He’ll have a roommate, a friend to work through his troubles with. The thought makes him feel lighter.

“Hey, d’you still want this?” Shirahama asks some time later, long after Kuresawa and Miyano have come and gone. Tashiro looks up from the stack of boxes he’d just finished labeling.

“Oh, yeah I almost forgot!” He says as he takes his jacket, tying it around his waist for safekeeping. He really hopes he didn’t overestimate how much closet space he has.

It’s only a few hours after the final box has been unloaded and the moving van is hauled off when Tashiro makes a chilling discovery.

“Dude, we have no food.” He says, eyes staring at the bleak emptiness of their new fridge.

“Yup,” Shirahama responds as he walks up beside him, handing Tashiro a scrunchie in a sort of placating manner.

Tashiro’s shoulders droop with the weight of his exhaustion. Moving was one of the most tiring things he’s ever done, and coming from him that’s saying something.

Turning away from the depressing artificial fridge lighting, Tashiro turns toward the kitchen counter behind him and grabs his keys. As wrecked as he might feel, the growls of his stomach refuse to be ignored. “I’ll go buy something quick,” He says.

“Ah- wait, I have an idea,” Shirahama says suddenly. Back straightening, he moves away from the fridge of doom over to a bag of housewarming gifts the others had left. It was mostly a small array of gag gifts, little plant pots shaped like ping pong balls and a lampshade shaped like a pudding cup, but in a small container alongside the rest was something else. A saving grace for the hungry:

A tub of butter.

Tashiro looks at it in confusion, asking if his friend was really that hungry.

Shirahama smirks, “With food, no container is ever as it seems.”

He opens the tub’s lid, revealing its contents. Inside is not butter, but a large frozen serving of chicken soup. Tashiro feels his jaw drop as he gasps in disbelief.

Quickly shaking himself of his shock, Tashiro grins brightly. He takes the soup and stuffs it into the microwave, but Shirahama stops him from starting the timer.

“Y’know it would taste better if you put it in a pot instead.” Shirahama says, his hand gently clasped around Tashiro’s wrist in a way that he chooses not to internalize. His fingers are a little cold.

“But it’s already cooked.”

“So? You can still warm it up in the pot. Plus it’ll make it taste closer to how it’s supposed to.” Shirahama retorts, opening the microwave and placing the tub on the counter as he goes to try and find a pot in the sea of boxes.

Tashiro stays behind as he thinks. He hadn’t ever had a reason to go so far out of his way to warm up food before. He feels himself smile a bit, the first change he’ll have to get used to in this new life.

As it turns out, keeping a relatively small apartment clean is a little difficult when you’re living on your own as two messy 18 year olds.

They tried the whole chore chart thing at first, Shirahama said he used to have one at his parent’s house and it worked fine. But, well, it’s a little different when it’s just them.

The dishes are stood in a precarious stack, plates and glasses towering in ways gravity should never allow. Tashiro faces his task with a body radiating reluctance.

He’s been busy the entire week. Classes and work keep him out of the house, and even when he is home he prefers to spend time relaxing or hanging out with Shirahama. He had forgotten about his chore, and now it’s become a problem.

Carefully reaching towards the tower, he grabs the cups first and goes for the sponge right as Shirahama walks out from his room.

He has his hair held back by a headband, because my bangs are a nightmare right now, he’d explained the other day.

He walks towards the kitchen and looks at Tashiro, who has begun to work through the dishes.

“…Need any help?” He asks as he reaches toward the kitchen cabinet, pulling out the chips he’d come for.

“Oh, no I’m good,” Tashiro responds, though the overwhelmed look in his eyes doesn’t match his words.

Hm. Shirahama puts his chips down on the counter, turning towards the sink and stepping up beside his friend. “I’ll dry and you wash, okay?” He says with a smile.

Tashiro blinks at him for a moment, lips parted in an ‘o’, before he nods and sends back a smile of his own.

They make it through everything eventually, though not without some effort and accidental water sprays. They decide afterwards to just do the dishes together, just to save them time.

There's this strange sensation that comes for him one day. The apartment is dark, the steady hum of the aircon welcoming him home, and immediately something feels amiss.

Tashiro kicks off his shoes, only to turn back around and place them carefully on the shoe rack. He always forgets that it’s something he should worry about now. Keeping his home in order was never really a big deal before, it was usually only him spending time there anyways.

Passing through the short hallway, his eyes catch on a small black and red container. He looks around suspiciously, but finds no sign of Shirahama. Crossing the creaky floorboards, he inspects the tupperware and finds a green sticky note pressed onto the lid.

Went to a mixer.

Put this in a pot and try eating real food for once

Tashiro blinks away his shock. His eyes trace over the words on the note. Again, then again.

Thump

Thump

Thump

His hands warm the plastic as he goes to hold it, and a smile breaks out across his face. He’ll have to say thanks later.

Placing his food back onto the counter, he turns to go change. He feels anticipation swirl around inside of him, and even without tasting the soup, Tashiro feels warm.

Tashiro finds out in the second month of living with his best friend that they’re maybe not the best at making their place livable.

“How have you guys been living like this?” Miyano asks, part judging and part concerned. They’re standing in the living room, which consists of a couch, a tv, and a shelf balanced on two boxes that they use as a coffee table. The tv sits on the floor with a console, video game cases stacked beside it.

It’s not like they haven’t talked about decorating. They joked about it before moving, and made plans about what they wanted to do. The plans just… didn’t end up happening.

At some point between the exhausting move-in and the rush of classes starting up, decorating didn’t feel like that urgent of a thing.

But now classes have been in session for a while, and they still haven’t bothered with it.

The click of Kuresawa’s camera bounces off the empty walls. “A total bachelor pad,” he says, sounding just to the left of impressed. “My girlfriend was wondering what it looks like when two college guys live together.”

Tashiro groans at that, knowing that another classing girlfriend ramble is on its way.

“We live just fine,” Shirahama says, and as if on cue the boxes fold into themselves, sending the shelf clattering to the floor. Right.

They decide to go furniture shopping, just to make sure that they don’t have to deal with any more Looks from Miyano or paparazzi from Kuresawa.

Tashiro suppresses a laugh, pointing towards a table with odd looking fish for legs, “We need that.” Shirahama laughs along with him, but shakes his head.

“We have a budget, we’re only getting what we absolutely need.” He reminds Tashiro. His eyes turn towards a yellow and white coffee table that is practically calling for him. He turns away.

Tashiro salutes him, and doesn’t retaliate when Shirahama gives him a playful shove in response. He turns around and walks towards a different part of the store, twisting strands of his hair between his fingers as he goes. He really needs to touch up his roots.

Spotting something on a shelf, he picks it up. It’s a decorative statue, a silver painted hare taking a nap. He smirks and turns around, walking back to Shirahama. “Hey, look, I found you…” he starts to say before trailing off, eyes focusing on Shirahama’s side profile.

His eyes look focused in the way they always do when he’s overthinking something simple. His brows are pinched and his thumb is pressed flat on the side of his lip. Tashiro breathes in the expression, and decides he can show him later.

Laughter reverberates through the restaurant, one table in particular shining with rays of excitement and teasing.

“No, but seriously, how many more piercings can you get?” Tashiro questions dramatically, standing from his seat to stretch across the table and investigate. Hanzawa only laughs behind his hands and turns his head, showing off another new hole in his ear.

“If you ask that every time you’ll keep giving yourself a headache,” says the eldest one at the table, the previous ping pong president in all his red haired glory smirks mischievously and pats Tashiro’s back.

Crossing his arms and dropping back into his seat, Tashiro tries to keep up an air of frustration. It lasts about a second before he breaks out into a smile of his own.

These little meet-ups are a lot of fun for him. It’s not every day that all three of them are in one place. Especially not with their current schedules. It’s a nice break from the busy life he’s been settling into.

He feels his heart warm as he sits with his friends, ready to bring up his latest win in his college ping pong club, when his phone vibrates. Flipping it over, he sees that Shirahama texted him.

Divorce Soon: hey r you home

I left my jacket and this place is freezing

He pauses to consider. He’s not very far from the apartment, he could run there, grab it, and drop it off pretty quickly. But… he glances up from his phone to the two in front of him. He doesn’t want to leave yet. But… looking back at his phone he sees the spam of crying emoji’s Shirahama has begun sending. 

“Hey guys, sorry but my roommate needs me to get him something,” he says with an awkward expression. The conversation pauses as the two process what he said. “Oh sure, you need a ride?” His absolutely genius red haired friend offers, pulling his keys out as he says it.

“Yes!” Tashiro replies as his expression lights up. He tells Shirahama he’s on the way, and they head out towards the parking lot.

Sitting on the edge of the bathtub, Tashiro fiddles with the edge of his shirt. He tries not to move too much, looking back and forth from his hands to Shirahama. His friend has that same look in his eyes that he did back in middle school art class. Focused, determined, trying and failing to keep paint off of his face. Only this time the paint is a bright yellow dye.

They’ve been like this for a while. He hums along to the music playing from his phone. His butt feels a little numb and he has counted and recounted the tiny floor tiles at least a million times, all 173- no, 175 of them. He tries to focus his attention on anything but the gloved hands in his hair.

He carefully reaches over for his phone, switching the playlist to a random one he saw in his recommendations.

It’s not as if he couldn’t survive in silence for a little while. He usually doesn’t have anyone else to do this for him, so silence is kind of a given.

But as he taps the beat into his leg and opens his mouth, no words come out. He lets the silence linger even as Shirahama begins humming the words to a song he remembers coming out in their first year. He thinks about laying on the floor of his bedroom, phone conversations bouncing off his poster-lined walls and music blasting.

He remembers the telltale clicks and clacks from the other end of the call, the curses against ridiculous route mechanics spilling into his ears.

Tashiro feels like this is sort of like those moments, just a little bit more. His legs are longer, his hair can go into a ponytail now, and his world feels so much bigger. His eyes turn towards the boy-technically-man in front of him. His eyes look sharper and his face is more angular.

But, in a lot of ways he feels the same as he always has. The same Shirahama who cried during their graduation, and sat next to him on their first day of middle school. The same Shirahama who bullies him for counting on his fingers, but forgets what comes after 3 when he’s drunk enough. 

The same yet different Shirahama. They match in that way, at least. Both the same, but not fully.

“I… think I’m done?” Shirahama says, breaking their steady silence. Tashiro stands to go look in the mirror. He giggles at the sight of his foil-wrapped hair sticking out at odd angles.

Shirahama laughs along with him, and it really isn’t that funny, but they still stand there giggling like idiots. Tashiro pulls at the corner of his shirt again, turning around and raising it up to Shirahama’s face and wiping away some of the dye.

He drops his shirt and turns back to the mirror, looking at the two of them in the reflection. He watches the way Shirahama’s face stays frozen, and how his whole face flushes like it always has. It’s nice to see some things will never change.

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05; Words. | The Patient

THE PATIENT | Book | Ch05;Words.

JungkookxReader (smut/fluff/angst)

— Falling in love with a patient in an asylum might not be everyone's tea but you had a thing to fix something you never broke at first place.

Words: 1.7k

TROPES:: One sided hate, Therapist Au.

SYNOPSIS:: —"Don't trust me, Believe in me"

WARNINGS:: Talk about abuse, Violence ahead, explicit language, Anger issues

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"She lied?" Hoseok asks, munching on his fat-ass burger.

It's been two days since the incident with Jungkook happened, and after checking the cameras, it turns out he was right—Ji A did kiss him, or at least tried to. Jungkook stepped back with his usual angry frown, scoffing, before walking away from her.

Unfortunately, you couldn’t meet up with Hoseok for the past two days due to your busy schedules. Hoseok was busy showing the new interns around the office, and whenever you guys would text, it would be after office hours, with him always replying to your messages with things like, "I ain’t talking 'bout work now," or simply dodging any work-related questions.

You had a talk with Ji A yesterday, and this is turning out to be a lot more confusing than it was intended to be. Ji A basically blamed you for accusing her of something so ridiculous. To begin with, this topic wasn’t even that serious.

She even went as far as to say that Jungkook wasn’t even attractive enough for her to kiss. But the cameras said otherwise. She can have her opinions about anyone's looks, but that doesn’t mean she’ll straight-up lie to your face about it.

You showed her the footage, and she was too guilty to speak up then. Not only did she try to lie, but she also tried to gaslight you by saying random things. It’s difficult when patients are sensitive, and it’s obvious that it's their defense mechanism.

"Yeah, then she tried to gaslight me too," you deadpan, eating your own burger. It’s after work hours, and you both are in a nearby fast food place, literally diving into your food.

After telling him the whole story from both sides, you sip your water and speak up. "Seok, I wanna ask a favor."

He hums and continues eating. "What is it?" he asks, meeting your gaze with raised eyebrows. You don’t ask favors often, so this must be something interesting. When you do ask, they’re either infuriating or cool.

"Is there any room available on my floor for a patient?"

"Y/N, seriously?"

You go silent and nod. He got the meaning of what you want: a room for either Ji A or Jungkook on your floor. "Which person?" he asks.

"Jungkook. He asked me a favor—"

He cuts you off firmly. "Y/N, he gets outbursts outta nowhere, and that’s why he’s away from all the patients." He replies, "Your floor is literally near the reception. I don’t think it’s good for the hospital’s reputation either."

Okay, what the fuck.

You pout in resignation and continue sipping your coke. "He asked me twice—literally begged me, Seok. The incident did affect him a lot," you speak. "What’s the reason for you acting so harsh?"

"Y/N, he gets sudden outbursts." His eyebrows draw together in confusion. "Why are we having this conversation right now?"

"So?"

"So… that means he’ll attract unwanted attention," he replies. You go silent. He’s correct, and you hate how correct he is. "See? You know that too."

"Okay, okay, what if I make sure he doesn’t have any outbursts?" you blurt out.

He laughs. Fucking laughs at how ironic you're being right now. "C’mon, Seok, give him a chance. If he outbursts more than three times the whole time, you have my word he’ll be shifted back to his room. How’s that?"

He looks at you as if you’re being serious. He puts his burger down and sips his coke. Okay, you’re serious.

Dead serious, with that determined expression on your face, he sighs. "Fine, fine. I’ll look for something. But if he bursts outta nowhere the fourth time, he’ll go back. Okay?"

"Okay!" You note his words correctly and give him a thumbs up, to which he just rolls his eyes with a smile.

Has Hoseok ever lied to you? Never. And holy shit, he actually found a way to get a room for Jungkook near your office. A week later, Jungkook’s stuff was shifted downstairs.

"How’s the room?" you ask Jungkook with the biggest smile on your face, like you’ve won the lottery or something.

"Um, isn’t it a little childish?" he asks, not answering your question. Your smile drops, and so do your eyes toward the room.

Well, yeah, it was a little childish. The walls were pastel-colored—pink, blue, and lilac. The cute drawings made by children who stayed here before also made it look childlike.

"A little, yeah," you admit, a blush of embarrassment creeping up your cheeks. "I’m sorry, but this was the only available room for the time being."

He shrugs and a 'whatever' escapes his lips before he lies down on the bed. The important thing for him was that your office was close to him, and you were close to him. That made him feel safe for the time being.

"So, Jungkook, do you remember why we got shifted here?" you ask, just to be sure Jungkook remembers your earlier words and the talks you’ve had in therapy sessions for the past week.

"Yeah," he closes his eyes and continues to lie down on the bed. "I remember, doc," he mimics your tone.

"Okay, good," you smile and drag a chair toward his bedside. "Tell me."

"Hm?" He opens his eyes and tilts his head to the side to look at you. You sit on the chair and give him a nod of reassurance to talk about the rules you discussed earlier. "Do we have to?" he whines.

You’ve never heard him whine. It’s both funny and cute at the same time.

"Yes, Jungkook, I’m waiting."

"Ugh, fine," a groan leaves his mouth. Jungkook sits up with his back pressed against the headboard of the bed. His legs cross as he stares at you. "I will take my meds, talk to you about anything, and I won’t leave the room without permission."

"Good, one more left," you praise.

"I won’t yell outta nowhere," he says in a robotic, mimicking voice. "But that’s not fair, y’know. It’s not in my hands if I wanna yell or not."

That’s true. You nod in agreement. "I mean, yeah, you’re right, but that’s where the medication rules come in. I don’t mind if you yell, but I want to see if you’re taking your pills because that’s one of the ways you calm down, right?"

"Right."

You smile back and nod with pride. "That’s good." With a murmur, you take a seat on the chair beside his bed. Doctors aren’t allowed to sit on the same bed as the patient, as it might make them uncomfortable, and the last thing you want is for Jungkook to be uncomfortable.

"Jungkook," you start, "I know it’s been a little while since I’ve known you, but can we try to be more socially friendly with everyone else?"

He frowns, a deep crease forming between his eyebrows. "Is this about that patient?"

"Well, no? It’s just…" you sigh. "It’s the fact that I wanna reduce your intake of pills. But if I reduce them, the triggers will still stimulate your brain with anger whenever you get annoyed or frustrated." You pause as he stares at you, a bit confused.

Your leg continues to shake—up and down, up and down—as you bite your lower lip, thinking. "Um, if I reduce the pills and you’re not socializing, then it will be of no good."

"Oh."

"Yeah."

"So, like, why are we reducing my pills, though? No other doctor did that. Matter of fact, mine just got increased last week. The dose shit you were talking about?" he questions as you nod.

He’s right, but taking pills long-term is harmful for anyone, and he’s already damaged his body long enough.

"Yeah, I’m aware, but taking pills isn’t exactly healthy, y’know? It’s like a drug. You know drugs?"

He nods, finally understanding a bit. "Did some back in high school," he shrugs and runs his hand through his long hair.

The silence grows as a soft sigh escapes your lips. "God, not that type of drugs. You know what type of drugs I’m talking about." Of course, he knows exactly what you’re talking about, but he loves to mess with you. His smirk says it all. He shrugs, and Lord, you wish you could roll your eyes at him. "Anyways, I’ll think of something, okay? Don’t worry too much about this stuff." 

He nods absently, fingers toying with the elastic band on his wrist, stretching it, releasing it, stretching it again. The rhythm is almost hypnotic.

“You’re coming to therapy today?” you ask, though you already know the answer. It’s routine at this point—Jungkook’s reluctance, his passive resistance, the inevitable ‘Yeah’ he throws out like it costs him something. 

This time, he shifts his gaze from the window to you, a slow, deliberate movement. His lips curl into a smirk, but it doesn’t quite reach his eyes.

“Guess it’s either getting strangled by meds or sitting through your little life lessons,” he muses, flicking the elastic against his wrist. “I gotta pick the easier option, right?”

The words hit sharper than they should, but this is Jungkook. He knows where to aim. Knows exactly how to twist the knife just enough to make you feel it.

Your feet bounces under the bed, nerves you refuse to show. You felt like gripping on the floor with your toes through hospital slippers you wore but you won’t play into his games.

“Well,” you manage, voice steadier than you feel, “that means I’ll see you at therapy, then.” You force a small laugh, awkward, a weak attempt at normalcy. For a fraction of a second, his smirk falters. Just a little. But he recovers quickly, raising an eyebrow like he’s won.

“I believe so too,” he says, gaze flickering away, jaw tightening almost imperceptibly.

You don’t let yourself linger. You stand, smooth out your shirt, and leave the room quietly, shutting the door behind you. The moment you’re in the hallway, a breath shudders out of you, heavy and strained.

Holy fuck.

It shouldn’t get to you. You’ve heard worse, dealt with patients who lashed out, spit venom, tried to hurt before they let themselves be helped. But somehow, Jungkook’s words slice through your defenses in a way no one else’s have and it wasn't the part that he was force smiling but it was more likely the part that you've tried to help him and god knows how long you can keep up with this,

You steel yourself, lifting your chin. You won’t let him—or anyone—shake you like this. Not today. Not ever. So you fix your hair, square your shoulders, and do a little pep whisper talk before walking away.

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Here's an update after soooo long. Anyways, love you and have an amazing day ! this chapter is small but i'll be posting another update on friday and it will be a longer chapter hopefully. i'll be updating magoa too ugh too much work atp but i feel so bad. did you guys watch when life gives you tangerines? ugh i cried ugly on that for freaking 6 hours every friday. Recommended if you didn't watch it loll! anyways, love yall.

happy april from jelly.

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22. until the end of time (final)

Yn waits at the meeting place, a nice spot in the park under falling petals of sakuras. Perhaps the dreamy, romantic atmosphere can somehow enchant Sunghoon into giving Yn a chance.

He put an effort and thought into his look to sway the odds in his favour. While he's almost sure his favourite reading spot will turn to a place of heartbreak, a reminder of a failed first love, he decided to not give up right away, so he foolishly granted himself a sliver of hope to cling to.

He sits anxiously on the bench, fidgeting with the small gift in his hands and going over his admitedly sappy speech. Perhaps he should've written it down. Or maybe even ask some kind of AI to write it for him. He's not here yet, maybe Yn can cancel last minute and ask to reschedule so he can prepa-

"Yn!"

Nevermind.

Sunghoon strides towards a petrified Yn, turned to stone by how needlessly handsome Sunghoon looks as if he just looked into the eyes of a medusa.

"Did you wait long?" He asks, sitting down too close for Yn's sanity's comfort.

"No. You're right on time."

"So, what are we doing? You were pretty cryptic about it." He states. he isn't wrong. Yn did ask him to meet at the most random time seemingly for no reason at all. Yn is sure Sunghoon is smart enough to know a surprise is coming.

Well, surprise is one way to put it. Yn would describe it more like a slap that came out of nowhere. Or maybe even an guerilla style ambush, depending on how appaled Sunghoon will be in a minute or two.

"There's something I need to tell you." He says, getting up and picks a place in front of Sunghoon to stand on. He hands him the gift he prepared - small red box. Sunghoon opens it with warm yet slightly confused smile. There's a simple silver pendant inside, in the shape of the sickle moon.

"Yn, what is this?"

"I bought it because I noticed the Moon was always at this stage when some important things happened between us. The night I had a nightmare and you came to me, the night you kissed me, when I became your blood servant and..." He trails off and takes a deep breath to take the final leap.

"And?"

"And when I realized I have feelings for you."

"Y-you what?" Sunghoon asks and stands up so abruptly Yn takes a step back in surprise.

"I like you." He repeats, looking down on his feet. "I'm sorry."

Yn can't lie, he's a little mad that he wasted all the time coming up with a perfect confession for nothing, but at least the truth is out.

It hangs in the air between them, a big question mark burning right below it. Will Sunghoon accept his clumsy confession, or will he let him down?

Turns out neither option came true, because instead of talking Sunghoon invades Yn's space with one long stride. With his finger curled under Yn's chin, he makes him meet his eyes and connects their lips moments after.

It's very different from their first kiss but not quite. It's all feelings and no passion, no lust or need but Yn feels butterflies in his stomach all the same.

Either way, it's the best answer Yn could hope for.

Much to Sunghoon's dismay, Yn pulls away the moment he hears someone approaching.

"I'm gonna go ahead and assume you like me too."

"God, you have no idea how much." He says, still sounding as if he can't believe the situation.

"I guess now we belong to each other completely."

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Love At First Sight - Part 5 (FINAL)

Pairing: Idol!Han x Fem!Reader

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Warnings: mention of anxiety, pregnancy, alcohol, let me know if I missed something.

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It had been almost a year since he had spotted her amongst the crowd and she had turned his entire life upside down. These many months they’d had together had been bliss with how she would help him with lyrics, dance moves and most of all, she never judged or got mad when he received flirtatious words and looks from the fans. She understood that he only flirts back for the image that he has to uphold. She respected when he was busy with either practice, recording or performances. Shortly put, she was nothing short of perfect. When thinking of her, Han could easily imagine the rest of his life, having her by his side. Hell he had imagined that many times and that is why he now found himself in a jewellery store, looking for the perfect ring. He debates between two for a good while, wanting to make sure that he picked the perfect ring to bejewel your hand forever. After careful deliberation he finally decides on a beautiful rose gold ring with a big oval moss agate in the middle, with small vines around it on which smaller matching stones rested. He paid and soon left the store with the ring box safely tucked away in his pocket. Now he “just” needed to plan the perfect evening for this big event, but he also wanted something intimate, and kinda private. Han walked back to the dorms where he hid the ring in his nightstand before joining the guys for their weekly meeting about how things are going and what’s to happen during the week to come.

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Another couple of months pass, in which Han works hard on planning the perfect way to go about asking you the big question. He had asked all the boys for help and they had happily done everything they could to make this as memorable as possible and tonight was the big night. Han had invited you out for dinner at your favourite restaurant, where he had asked the staff to make sure there were candles and live music playing softly in the background.

On the big evening, he picked you up at your place, where he was blown back by the beautiful knee length soft green dress you were wearing. It was strapless and around your neck hung a beautiful, yet simple, necklace with a moss agate glittering. He had never seen that necklace before, so it must be faith that it matched the ring so perfectly. You had on your favourite black pumps that he once had complimented, as they perfectly prolonged your legs and really showed off your stunning legs. He had kissed you softly before complimenting your dress, to which you repaid the favour by complimenting his simple white dress shirt that he had on under a dark green blazer and to finish it off, of nice fitting black jeans. Once in the car, he drove to the restaurant that he had handpicked for the occasion, with help from the ever so romantic Hyunjin. Apparently Hyunjin had had many amazing meals (and dates) at this particular place. Hyunjin had however warned him about the steep prices, but Han couldn’t care less, not when it came to this - not when it came to you. He would spend every last cent he ever made, if it meant you’d be happy. Hell he would lasso the moon to give it to you, if you asked.

Once at the restaurant, he led you inside and the hostess quickly greeted you and showed you to the only table in the entire place, which was placed dead centre of the room. After a bit of pushing, Han finally admitted that he had paid a hefty price to have the places to himself for the evening. Admitting this earned him a slap to his arm from you, only causing him to chuckle as he sat down. You both quickly ordered and soon fell into your usual smalltalk.

“This is so sweet of you, babe” You smiled at him from across the table as you both ate your meals. 

“I’m glad you like it, love” Han smiled at you, trying to manage his anxiety that kept pulling at him. You ate whilst making smalltalk and afterwards you decided on getting desserts, which easily was both of your favourite part of the meal. He loved listening to you talk about… well anything really. When it comes to you, even a three hour long monologue on something stupid like snails or grass would probably be amazing, just because it would be you talking. After finishing desserts, He navigated you outside and to his car, which he helped you get in before joining you and driving off. He drives down town to this gorgeous small park, which he has made sure was empty and lit with torches along the path leading to the centre of the park, where the boys had been decorating and setting up hidden cameras whilst you’d been eating. Once he had received a message from Chan that everything was good to go, he had escorted you out of the restaurant. Once he has parked at the park, he gets out of the car and quickly walks around to your side, to open the door for you and to help you out. He takes you on a bit of a stroll around the park to enjoy the flowers that’s growing everywhere on both sides of the tiled path.

“This park is so pretty.” You smile and take his hand, still walking.

“Not as pretty as you, love.” Han smiled back at you and intertwined his fingers with yours. You giggle and blush at his compliment, feeling butterflies appear in your stomach. Han makes a turn and you follow him, staying by his side.

“Where did all these torches come from?” You ask and look at them as they lead the path ahead. At the end of the path you think you see something, but you can’t quite make it out yet.

“I had the guys set them up.” Han smiles as he keeps walking with you. You giggle and as you get closer to the end of the path you realise that the thing you noticed before was a big sakura decorated archway, which was lit up but fairy lights hanging amongst the sakuras. You smile widely as Han stops walking not far from the archway.

“You like it?” He asked and turned to face you.

“I love it, Sungie, it’s beautiful!” You smile, still not facing him, causing you to not notice it when he pulls the ring box from his chest pocket before dropping to one knee. He took a deep breath before speaking.

“L/N Y/N,” He says, making you turn to him with a gasp, “I’ve loved you for over a year and I can’t imagine my life without you. You’re the last thing I think of when I fall asleep and you’re the first thing I think of as I wake up everyday. My life without you was so incredibly dull and I never even knew it, until I met you. Meeting you turned on the light of the world and I hope you’ll do me the delightful honour of marrying me and thereby making me the happiest man alive.” Han speaks every word with precision, just as he has practised and at the end he opens the ring box, holding out in front of him, to offer it to you.

“Jisung….” You whisper, tears forming in the corners of your eyes, you’ve never felt this loved, surprised and lucky all at the same time. You couldn’t find the words to accept his proposal, without the tears falling as you continued through the tears: “I’d be honoured to call you my husband.” You say, your voice breaking a bit. Han stands back up and pulls the ring from the box, to place it on your right ring finger, before kissing the back of your hand softly. You can’t help yourself as you pull him closer and kiss him softly on the lips. You pull away as you hear loud explosions in the sky, making the both of you look up at the beautiful fireworks that’s cascading across the night sky.

“You did this?” You asked him, smiling at the sight.

“N-no…” Han said confused but still with a smile on his face.

“No, that is our surprise,” Chan says from behind the two of you. The guys were all standing in a row behind you, smiling and Felix was even crying as Minho had an arm around him.

“I hope you like it” Chan added and smiled at you.

“I love it, thank you” You say and hug him, before moving on to hug each of the guys, Han doing the same. The guys all say their congratulations and you thank them all. Hyunjin steps away from the group and pulls out his camera, starting to take pictures of you showing off the ring, making all the guys group hug you and Han.

“I better get a copy of those pictures, Hyunnie” You smile at him as he lives his best photographer life, making the guys laugh.

“Oh I promise to send them to you, along with the video footage.” Hyunnie, assures you.

“V-video footage?” You ask and look at Han, a confused look on your face.

“Yeah, I had the guys hide cameras in the bushes, to capture the moment forever.” Han explains and you kiss him lovingly.

“I, however, went a step further.” Chan smiles and goes on; “When you guys walked up the path, I flew a drone over your head and it captured the whole thing from above.” Chan smiles and you giggle, as Han chuckles next to you.

“Only you would think of that, Hyung.” Han laughed and hugged Channie again, saying his thanks.

“So you guys were all a part of this magical evening?” You ask and blush, looking at the guys, with a loving smile.

“Yup, we’ve all been planning for weeks.” I.N. explains and smiles widely. You all start talking in smaller groups until you notice Seungmin running off. He soon returns with a basket in his hand, which he places on the ground next to him, before he begins to pull out glasses. He hands everyone a glass before revealing a bottle of champagne, which he starts to pour, but when he gets to you, you cover your glass.

“Not for me, I can’t” You blush and all the guys look confused at you.

“Why not?” Han asked confusedly and looked at you.

“No way!” Changbin gasps, clearly realising what is going on, “You’re pregnant?!” he adds loudly and you nod, a huge smile on your lips. 

“I sure am - I got the confirmation from my doctor yesterday” You explain and turn to face Han, who was sporting the biggest smile you’d ever seen. 

“Surprise!” You smile and he hugs you tight and places a kiss on your forehead, which quickly makes Hyunnie take more pictures.

“I’m going to be a dad?” Han asked, tears forming in his eyes as you nod softly.

“Please say those are happy tears.” You giggle and now it’s his turn to nod.

“Well then,” Chan says, living up to his role as the leader, “Congrats to the happy couple on not only getting engaged but also on welcoming their first little baby” He says, proudly and raises his glass, causing the boys to follow, and you even raise your empty glass, just to join in.

“Thank you Channie.” You smile and kiss his cheek, “This truly means the world to me.” You smile at your chosen family. You knew that the men standing around you would be the perfect family to your coming baby, and you had never felt any luckier, nor more loved than you did in this very moment. Your life was perfect, and nothing could ever ruin it - you simply wouldn’t let it get ruined.

THE END

[namjoonscoffeeshop]

Deep | 02

✧ Pairing:Min Yoongi x reader

✧ genre: angst,fluff,smut,fake dating au,contract

✧ warning(s): explicit language, suggestive content, mature content

✧ synopsis; you're in love with your childhood friend but he does not see you more than just a friend. One day you ask him to be more than just friends, he agrees.

✧ word count: 8.4k+

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Yoongi followed behind you as he pushed the cart down the aisle. you guys tend to eat together, so you don't waste a lot of money on groceries.

as you pass the aisle with his favorite's snacks you see him toss about three bags of them, he gives you a sheepish smile as he pushes the cart ahead of you before you could say anything to him.

"do you really wanna cook? we could order food. i'll pay my treat" he smiles

"well what do you wanna get" you ask as you grab a carton of milk and put it into the cart. he watches you as you look like a busy bee walking around getting everything you needed.

so wifey material

he chuckles at his thoughts, "lets get a box of chicken wings. it's good here" he points at the little side stand of chicken, you nod and head over to add a order.

once you arrive home, he's helping bring in the grocery as you fix it in the refrigerator. "what movie are we watching" he yells from the living room as he shuts the door.

"i don't know, you pick" he groans, he hated when you did that. made him choose everything.

"fine but don't complain later" you giggle

after putting everything away you bring the food you guys got to eat right now to the living room. yoongi was already sitting on the floor going through netflix waiting for you

"what do you want to drink?" you ask as you place the box of chicken down "beer" he says giving you his gummy smile

rolling your eyes playfully you go back to the kitchen to get what he wanted.

"you don't like beer, but you're drinking it a lot lately" you tell him as you take a seat next to him on the floor. he just shrugs, as he opens the can "i just feel like drinking it these days"

"what are we watching?" you ask

"inception"

you groan "againnnn" you whine

"hey you told me to pick, i told you not to complain. it's either inception or matrix" he whines back at you

"same difference, i'd rather watch inception. you start questioning me about what fucking pill i'd drink"

"well you never answer!"

you shush him before he could start with his questions "just press play" you wave your hand as if calling defeat and he just shakes his head as he laughs.

you had brought some blankets on the sofa, so after you were done eating you climbed onto the sofa and covered yourself. yoongi was into the movie as always, completely oblivious to his surroundings.

you lay on your tummy, yoongi's head is leaned against the sofa as he watches the movie. you take this chance to play with his hair. he didn't really like when people touched his hair, but when he's really into something he could care less about what's going on.

your fingers curl up on the long strands of hair that fall on his neck, taking it as a chance to snake your hands around him. letting them hang over his chest

you were screaming inside, waiting to see how he was going to react.

tilting his head back he looks at you "what's with you" he chuckles, he didn't mind you touching him, but you never did before at least not like this.

"i'm bored" you tell him as you hug him burying your face in his nape. "well this is uncomfortable" he gets up.

his words leave you shocked. did he hate you touching him that bad, did you cross a line you shouldn't have? you blanked out as all these questions passed through your head you didn't notice when he laid on the longer side of the sofa "well come here" he laughs at your blank expression

"but you said it was.....uncomfortable" you mutter the last part

"yeah it was gonna be uncomfortable if i just sat on the floor, now come here" getting up, he opens his arms as you basically lay over him. he covers the both of you with a blanket and he holds you. he overlaps your legs so you don't fall off the sofa, "go to sleep, you're the one that wanted to hang out and now you say it's boring" he shakes his head

you hug his waist, as he watches tv. you felt like it wasn't getting anywhere, this was how you both always act. there was no spark. looking up at him, you watch him as he stares at the screen

it took him a while before he looks at you, faces inches away from each other. "what" he says

"nothing" you make sure to not be a coward and keep eye contact just as he does.

"why do i feel like you got something to say"

"maybe i do"

"yeah? what is it then" you look at his lips as they move, he notices how your body language is different than usual.

"inception sucks" he scoffs playfully, threatening to push you off the sofa.

chicken

maybe you shouldn't have eaten chicken...then you could've kissed him right now...

yeah lets blame the chicken.

you ended up falling asleep in his arms, he watched inception till the end and the turned off the tv. seeing how you were deep asleep he just laid there looking at the ceiling as he heard your little snores.

a small ring from his phone made him look at his phone, there were a shit load of messages from her.

tossing his phone to the side he pulls the blanket to cover you a bit more before shutting his eyes and dozing off himself.

*･ﾟ:*✧*:･ﾟ*

you woke up on the same position as before, but you could only hear yoongi's small snores as you laid on his chest. you lean on the couch trying to get up, only to have his grip around your waist tighten "don't you see i'm sleeping" he groans

"but i wanna get up" you feel your face heat up as he stares at you half awake "why? Just sleep" he gives you a small squeeze before opening his eyes completely "did you watch the whole movie?"

"you mean the movie we were suppose to watch together but you fell asleep instead, yeah I did" he chuckles. chin against his chest as you look up at him, he covers you with the blanket "what's on your mind" he says

gathering all your courage, "what type of girl is your ideal type" you stare into his eyes, with determination to find out

"uh, that's random" he chuckles "why do you want to know?"

"just because..."

"right..." he raises a brow as he grins

"come on, just tell me"

he looked into your eyes for a while as if searching for the reason behind these questions, giving up he sighs. "let me think" he stares at you as he hums "i don't really have an ideal type, just someone who is similar to me" he shrugs

i'm nothing like him..

"black long hair" he says suddenly as he grabs a strand of your hair "right now i'm really into long black hair" he twirls his finger around your strand of hair.

you were about to smile until the girl from the party came to mind, she has long hair too. the thought made you frown as you sat up "what?" he sits up as well.

"nothing" you smile "it's late, we should clean up and go to sleep"

"don't worry about it, let's just go to sleep" standing up from the couch he reaches out his hand to you, you knew what he wanted. more like what he was gonna say, he was gonna tell you to stay with him since it was late.

but what he didn't know was that you were pissed for his response, why couldn't the bitch change her hair color just like she cakes her face.

but you weren't gonna miss the chance of staying with yoongi. taking his hand you both walk to his bedroom, where you both lay on each side and fall asleep.

*･ﾟ:*✧*:･ﾟ*

"how did the date go?"

"it went good" your friend grins, causing all the other girls to squeal like high school girls. your sitting in the cafeteria in your campus with your group of friends, they are all dating unlike you. you always seem to be the one left out when it comes to these conversations.

"y/n, my boyfriend actually told me his friend was having a mixer and I told him about you. do you want to go?"

"i don't know" you laugh awkwardly

"don't tell me you're planning to stay virgin till marriage" they all stare at you with intense looks, as if they could eat you up.

"i just don't want to loose it to a random person..." you mutter, causing them to all nod "there's nothing wrong with that" abby ruffles your hair "but you never go out, how are you planning to ever find someone"

"don't rush her" jihye says as she pulls you into a hug "leave my innocent y/n alone, if she doesn't wanna meet anyone then it's fine. her time will come"

"what about junho, you both were hanging out"

"oh we're just friends...i'm not attracted to him at all" you make sure to clear the air about junho and you since you knew what everyone was saying.

"as long as you don't go running after yoongi all the time i'm sure you'll find someone" she says sarcastically

you play with the spoon as they continue to talk about their boyfriends and their sex life as if they didn't care you were there.

either way, you didn't want them to not include you in their little group talks, it would be awkward if they didn't even acknowledge you. they respected that you were a virgin but they were really pushy at times.

just as you were listening to them, you see yoongi walking into the cafeteria with his group of friends. abby follows your sight of vision and grins "namjoon is hot, i hear his dick is so fucking good" she shakes her head in approval

"nah, jungkook" the girls all nod as they hum in sync. you stare at them and look back at the guys. "you guys are a bunch of hoes" you say, causing them to laugh. "for namjoon, yes"

"but you have a boyfriend" you tell her, point the spoon her direction with disapproving eyes "shh child" she puts your arm down "let me dream"

*･ﾟ:*✧*:･ﾟ*

waiting in the library once more for yoongi, you sit there watching a show as you wait. he texted you saying he was on his way but you had already watched two episodes. taking out your phone you give him a call, only to be sent to voicemail.

the grip on your phone tightens as you frown knowing damn well what he was up to. he always answers, except when he was with her. feeling annoyed you take out a post it note. you leave the note on the table, knowing he'll find it cause you always sit in the same table. grabbing your bag you decide to head home feeling defeated.

MEANWHILE....

she rubbed her hand on his thigh as she kissed his jawline "you kept ditching me this week" yoongi was in fact trapped with his play thing at the moment. he could see you sent him messages and such, but he had needs that needed to be fulfilled.

"i know, i've just been busy" he kisses her back as she locks her lips with his. undoing his belt, she gets on her knees in front of him. "get rid of it"

"what?" he says as he lifts his hips helping her pull down his pants and boxers "your little distraction" he chuckles at her bold words, taking hold of his harden cock she gives him a long lick from the base to the head "why don't you stop talking and use your mouth for something else" kissing his tip she opens her mouth taking him in whole.

"yea, just like that" holding onto her head, he thrusts into her mouth hitting the back of her throat causing her to moan and gag as he holds his dick on the back of her throat for a moment. his eyes were shut close, head laid back as he tried to ignore the buzzing phone.

wiping her mouth she looks up at yoongi "your leaving?" he ignores her as he throws his jacket on "yeah, i have to go meet someone"

"that's not fair, what about me?" she pouts

"you'll be fine" I already took too fucking long, I was suppose to meet her an hour ago. she must still be waiting.

grabbing his bag he walks to the door "my distraction might keep me busy, don't text me like we have some sort of relationship" he winks at her before walking out the door leaving her annoyed, kneeled on the floor.

walking into the library he rushes to the spot you always sit but sees you aren't there. walking to the table he thought you might've gone to the bathroom or something but instead of your bag or notebook there as you'd always leave for him he found a note

I'm heading home, make sure to eat once you get home.

- Y/N

folding the note he sticks it in his pocket he lets out a puff of air, annoyed did she get mad. Once he got to the building he rings your doorbell. but there was no answer. not wanting to barge in, he calls your phone but no answer. sighing he gives up after ringing your bell a few more times before entering his apartment.

"i'll make it up to her later" he says walking to his room to get a change of clothes.

you lay on your bed as you hear the last doorbell sound. "took him a long ass time to come back home, dumb whore" you were angry, you wanted him to just pay attention to you but he was still going to her.

what bothered you the most is that this girl was different from the rest, she has been with him longer than the rest. jihye said it's probably cause she isn't clingy. the moment they become clingy he leaves the relationship.

*･ﾟ:*✧*:･ﾟ*

"I'm busy today" yoongi tells the person on the other end of the call. after ignoring his calls he decided to just sit outside on the bench that's in front of the building for a smoke.

"i'll call you" he says shutting his phone off and leaving it on the side "bitches mad annoying these days" putting a cigarette between his lips he presses on his lighter. just as he was about to reach the other end of the stick, the lighter is yanked out of his hand "really yoongi, you know this shit ain't good for you" there stood the girl who had him waiting outside.

chuckling he takes the cigarette out from between his lips "come on babe, what am I suppose to do then" taking it from his hand she takes the cigar box and shoves it inside only to put it in her back pocket "I got jolly ranchers"

yoongi was about to answer but she took his hand and was pulling him up the stairs. he stares at her frame as he walks behind her "i'd rather have something else that's sweeter" he licks his lips. rolling your eyes you opens the door and walk inside.

"are you mad at me" he says as she opens the side tables drawer

"why would I be mad?"

"you didn't answer my calls nor opened the door"

"you have keys you could've entered" closing it shut, you turn around grabbing yoongi's hand "green, the ones you like" in his palm there were four green jolly ranchers.

"i guess" they walk to the living room as he unwraps one and sticks it in his mouth. "but i'm still taking these back" reaching for your back pocket from your jeans he takes the box of cigarettes.

"yoongi i'm serious"

"so am i, i'm eating the jolly rancher. don't be mad" he gives you his gummy smile

"what ever" letting her body fall on the couch he stares at her from where he stands "why were you ignoring me"

"I wasn't, I was asleep"

"right" he answers sarcastically

"why were you late"

"the guys were being mad annoying" he rolls his eyes playfully, sitting across from her. the way he could just lie to her made her feel annoyed "next time just tell me where you're at and i'll go" you unwrap a jolly rancher you had gotten for yourself.

"you wanna hang out with my friends?" he was surprised since you never wanted to go even when he invited you. "better than being alone for hours"

"i guess, sure next time i'll tell you"

*･ﾟ:*✧*:･ﾟ*

"Stay still, you moving around like that isn't helping" you slap his hand as you try to help him take out the eye contact that he couldn't take out himself.

You were about to go to sleep after hanging out and eating dinner when he calls you telling you that he either can't get the contact out or it fell but to get your ass over and help him. He was sitting on the couch in front of a small mirror when you entered.

This is the situation.

"Well you poked my fucking eye" he hisses, of course he was exaggerating. Hovering over him as you try to get a better look at his eye he keeps closing it on purpose. "That's it" In a swift move you straddle him pushing him back against the couch as you tilt his head back. "Now stay still" dumbfounded he stares at you speechless.

"I think you dropped it...." Distancing yourself from him you sit back on his lap. As he stares at you. "So you planning to get off or what"

"So much for saying thank you" rolling your eyes, you place your hands on his shoulder as you were about to stand up. Wait a damn minute, this is my chance to mess with him, you thought.

Letting yourself fall back on his lap you stare into his eyes. Which one was red which you in fact did poke. Wrapping your hands around him you decide to just sit there and hug him. "Y/n, that's enough" he laughs, hands on your waist as he tries to make you stand. leaning into his ear you whisper his name, your fingertips slightly brushing against the back on his neck

"what" he says unaffected.

Thinking about what one of the characters in the books you read would do, you decide to move your hips against him. making him mutter your name as his grip on your waist tightens.

"What" you look him in the eye before moving your hips again, sharper than before. "Alright that's enough" gripping your thighs he abruptly stands, dropping you on the sofa as he turns "thanks for the help, I'm gonna go finish what I was doing. See yourself out" without giving you a glance he walks away. You hear him enter the rest room.

"That was a fucking fail" you sigh, screaming into a couch pillow. Closing his contacts container you leave his apartment

"Fuckk" yoongi strokes his cock with his hand, rubbing his thumb on the tip. "Mmm y/n" calling your name he thrusts into his fist. "Shit" bitting his bottom lip he continued to pump himself in a fast pace. Your name escaped his lips as he releases all over his hand.

Head leaning against the shower wall, he lets the water help him calm down after his release "this girl...stop thinking about her before you get hard again" sighing he turns off the water.

*･ﾟ:*✧*:･ﾟ*

"Here have some lemonade before we go" he hands you a bottle of lemonade as he grabs your suitcase. your parents called asking you guys to visit this weekend. yoongi for once didn't reject the offer.

"thanks" you enter the car as he shuts the door once your in, making his way to the trunk to put the luggage away. you were expecting something to happen after you basically rubbed yourself on him but he was nonchalant as always.

opening the bottle as he enters the car you take a sip before passing it to him, staring at you confused you laugh "drink some"

"are you gonna wanna get something to eat during the drive" he says as he drinks from the bottle. pursing your lips as you ponder of what you should get he hands you the bottle back.

"sandwiches? honestly, I should've done food before we left"

"nah, it's fine. lets go get some then"

in the end you got two sandwiches while he got a corn dog saying he wasn't as hungry. you both make your way to the car while he's just devouring his corn dog.

"you sure you're not gonna want something else" you ask him as you both get in the car, he only shakes his head.

the car ride was quiet until you took over the radio playing your favorite music, he didn't like your taste in music but he didn't care. he loved hearing you sing your heart out to every song.

opening your sandwich you were about to take a bite but you felt him staring at you. sighing you turn to him "what? you want it?"

he only grins as he looks back at the road "here" grabbing his hand you place the sandwich on his hand, rolling your eyes since you knew he wasn't gonna be filled with just the corn dog. your should've gotten him his own extra share.

but you were hungry...one wasn't enough. pouting you opened your other sandwich taking a bite out of it. Did he forget that i'm the one that said we should get sandwiches.

he laughs as he sees you eat with a angry look on your face "want it back?"

"no"

"will one be enough for you"

"no, that's why i got two" you take another bite as you glare at him

"then take it"

"i don't eat left overs"

he gasps sarcastically " how are they leftovers"

"because you bit it and you probably didn't even want it but just messed with me"

glancing your way once more he grins "i was just teasing you a little"

looking his way, he had that same gummy smile that makes your insides melt. "so what, are you giving it back" you toss the wrapper into the bag

"nope"

he continued to eat my fucking sandwich.

*･ﾟ:*✧*:･ﾟ*

arriving at the house of your parents you both get down. "i'll get the suit cases, head inside first" he says as he opens the trunk. you nod before walking up the stone path as you head up the house, you can hear music playing.

you could hear how it was coming from the back, walking around the house you enter the backyard through the side gate "we're homeeee" you yell out as you enter the gate to find both your families sitting together.

"look at my little girl" your mom gets up and rushes to you. pulling you into a tight hug "you guys need to visit more often" she showers you with kisses "mommm, i just saw you a couple weeks ago" you whine.

"where's yoongi" his dad puts down a plate he had brought from inside

"bringing the luggage" you turn to look at the gate, wondering why he's taken long "hold on, lemme go get him" you smile, getting any excuse to get away from all the smooches.

walking back to the front of the house you find yoongi leaning against his car smoking your luggages also put up against the car. you sigh before making your way towards him

"really? they're waiting for us and you're out here doing this" stopping in front of him you cross your arms raising a brow in disapproval. he smirks before blowing towards you causing you to wave the smoke away

"really?"

"you know the moment i get in there, my dad starts telling me i should change career" he's about to put the cigarette between his lips but you take it out of his hand tossing it on the floor only to step on it.

"you should really quit, it's bad for you"

looking up you see his hand extended out towards you

"what?"

"give me a jolly rancher"

"what? i don't have any with me"

rolling his eyes he takes out the pack of cigarettes

"yoongi they're waiting for us" you whine, taking it from his hands

"then give me something sweet" he taps his lips

"later" wrapping your arm around his, you grab your suit case with your other hand . he stood there staring at you "get yours genius" he groans in frustration as he grabs it and pulls you towards the house

entering the lions den as yoongi sees it you both leave the suit cases at the back entrance before joining the rest at the table

"hey" the little boy sitting next to you greets you.

"hello" you smile

"my name is hajun" his eyes sparked as he looked at you

"ah..my name is y/n"

"that's a pretty name" his cheeks turn into a pinkish blush

"who's the flirt" yoongi says as he sits opposite from you after greeting his parents, you shrug.

"he's my friends kid, she had something to do this weekend so he'll be here" your mom smiles

looking at the kid, you see him staring at you

"do you think my daughter is pretty" your mom tells the boy in a teasing way only for him to nod and everyone laughs but yoongi

"is he your boyfriend"

"no"

"yes"

yoongi and you both look at each other, you look confuse as you mouth, what the fuck

he shrugs before drinking from the glass of water

"wait is he?" the boy pouts

"no, he's just messing around"

"really yoongi? he's only six" his mom shakes her head as she chuckles

"what, gotta let the kid know he has no chance. letting a kid be delusional is bad for them" he shrugs

you all laugh as both boys stare at each other, yoongi had a smug look while hajun was glaring at him

"you're too young kid" he laughs

your hand meets your face as you couldn't believe yoongi was fighting with a kid. "are you guys hungry?" your mom speaks up, only for you to glare at yoongi who was already giving you a gummy smile knowing you were gonna tell that he ate your food and he wasn't wrong you did tell.

"yes, yoongi ate my food" crossing your arms.

"i told her she could have it back but then went and called them left overs" he starts to complain but his mom pulls his ear while lecturing him in a playful way about stealing your food. of course all he did was laugh, but his eyes never left you.

after eating you guys sat there and caught up with your parents, while you tried to keep up with the conversation you also tried to give hajun attention as he kept talking to you.

"y/n"

"what"

"come over here" yoongi says as he gets up and walks towards the glass door to enter the house

excusing yourself you walk behind him, he picks up both your suitcases as he opens the door.

"what happened?"

"give me what you said"

"what?" extending his hand he raises a brow

rolling your eyes you walk to the counter and open the jar that has always been there ever since you were a kid and just like then, it was filled with lollipops. your dad has a sweet tooth.

pulling the wrapper off you walk up to him, pressing it against his lips "there, suck" he grabs onto the lolipop, one brow raised at you as chai you wink before walking off leaving him dumbfounded.

*･ﾟ:*✧*:･ﾟ*

"How's she doing in school" yoongi was sitting on the chair swing with your dad, you had gone inside to help clean up after everyone ate.

"she's doing fine, she'll be graduating on time" he takes a sip of the beer

"that's good, thanks for watching out for her" he chuckles, putting his hand on yoongi's shoulder he gives it a small squeeze before looking at his wife

"i just don't want her to mess up and end up struggling like we did, young and with a kid...life just doesn't treat you the same" before you guys went off to college, your dad did not agree with you going away. only after yoongi promised to watch over you did he allow you to go somewhere far.

"don't worry i keep an eye on her" he chuckles, your dad nods giving yoongi a little nudge with his elbow "don't be too protective" making both of them laugh. getting off the swing he walks to yoongi's dad who was stacking up the chairs.

yoongi looks at you as you walk to hajun giving him a lollipop time to go torment the kid, getting up from the swing he walk over to both of you. the kid unwraps the lollipop only for yoongi to steal it.

"yoongi, really? it's his" you hit his arm.

"what, did you also tell him to suck on it too?" he laughs before putting it in his mouth. rolling your eyes you reach into your pocket and hand him another lollipop

"don't listen to him, he's just a bully"

"nah, she's the real evil one. don't trust her, women are all the same" yoongi acts hurt as he wipes his fake tears

"did noona reject you" he frowns, feeling sorry for yoongi.

you couldn't hold your laugh as yoongi looks at him with a really bitch look.

"my mom says you shouldn't force love. it'll come naturally"

"how old are you again kid" yoongi asked annoyed

"alright alright, your right hajun" you pat his head giving him a sweet smile.

*･ﾟ:*✧*:･ﾟ*

you were getting a change of clothes from your suitcase before getting a call from yoongi

"are you sleeping" he says

"no, why?"

"i'm not tired"

"ok? i am"

"then why aren't you sleeping"

"cause i haven't changed my clothes..i was talking to my mom" shutting your suitcase you place some shorts and a large t-shirt on the bed "come on lets go out, i'm not tired"

"no, yoongi go to sleep"

"but i hate that room"

you let out a sigh, knowing damn well what he wants, every time you guys come to visit he always wants to sneak into your room without your parent's noticing

"you just wanna avoid your dad tomorrow morning"

"and if that's the reason, is my best friend not gonna help me?"

you couldn't help but laugh at his childish behavior "fine, hurry up. the window is open"

"alright"

it didn't take long before you see a cat like person crawling through your window

"babe, at least open the window more" he rubs his head at the same spot he just hit while sneaking in.

"shhh, they'll hear you" yoongi waves you off as emphasizes how extra you could be. you end up going to the bathroom to change into your outfit. "okay, take this as a opportunity" you tell yourself in the mirror. your hands tight in fist as you try to boost your confidence . getting a bottle of water for him you go back to your room.

"here"

"thanks"

getting into the bed you lay by the wall, having him lay on the other side. the bed wasn't as big as the one back in your apartment. your knees touched in this bed. your goal, to cuddle.

"i'm gonna turn off the light"

"ok"

you both lay in silence, it wasn't an awkward silence. not until yoongi groans, sitting up pulling his shirt over his head. "what are you doing" you exclaim as he tosses his shirt at the end of the bed "what, i can't sleep with this shirt. i forgot to change" he whines as he get under the covers again.

trying to calm your fastened heart beat you lay on your side facing him. "are you sleepy now"

"nope, but it's better than being alone" he stares at the ceiling. you were both raised here together. your parents are friends. well both your moms were. they both got pregnant around the same time and this is how you guys ended up being inseparable.

unlike you he didn't have the happiest moments. his parents always fighting and there was always as chance of them getting a divorce. it wasn't like this before he was born, his dad would tell him repeatedly.

but yoongi found peace at your house, making it his home. the fighting at some point got so bad yoongi himself yelled he'll fill up the divorce papers himself so they can just sign and go their own way. he was tired. yoongi went to live with you that summer.

i heard his parents fought less with him around. yoongi was never the same after that when ever he was around them.

his eyes were shut, as you stared as his perfect face. lifting your hand you move the hair strand that covered his eyes "what is it" he was getting sleepy, you could tell by his voice.

"yoongi" he hums in response

scooting closer to him you decide to just take action first and hug him first.

"what are you doing" he says looking down at you

"the bed is small, and since you're taking over the rest of my blanket I can't hug it to sleep" he chuckles, knowing you need to hug something to sleep. Something he always found cute about you. "you're such a child" he teases, hugging you back.

"want me to scratch your head" he chuckles, knowing you love it when your mom especially passes her hand through your head

"yeah" you smile

in the books i read this position, it's the sweetheart cradle.

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"i thought you guys weren't boyfriend and girlfriend" hajun speaks up as he enters the room, he gasps so loudly you both woke up

"we aren't" you sit up quickly, not being able to enjoy waking up next to yoongi's side due to this snotty nosey brat

the kid pouts but glares at yoongi who also sat up but leaned against the headboard smirking "told you there was no chance at all"

"shut up" you punch his arm, you were afraid this kid would go tell your parents

"wheres mom" you ask him as your crawl to the edge of the bed. yoongi on the other hand had a good view of your ass and he didn't bother to not look away instead he stared as your shorts rode up your butt as you crawled to the end of the bed. he had a urge to not give it a firm grab or slap your ass.

"they left, she told me to come get you" he looks at you after glaring at yoongi for a good minute

"alright, let me get ready and we can go out. the three of us"

"can't we leave him here" he points at yoongi

"no can do kid, you can't just try to pull a move without the other man being there. that's cheating"

"you did, last night" he rolls his eyes at yoongi who stood up and picked up his shirt. walking to hajun who was at the doorway he pats his head "i said man" and walks out

hajun ran after him yelling, leaving you on the bed fed up with their rivalry.

"Can I hold your hand?" hajun rushes to your side as yoongi stays behind to lock the doors. he kept looking back to see if yoongi was coming.

"sure" grabbing his small hand into yours you begin to speed walk while laughing knowing he wanted to get as far as possible from yoongi.

you couldn't even cross the street before yoongi scooped him off the ground, throwing him over his shoulder "hey put me down" he yells kicking

"nope" yoongi then takes your hand in his and crosses the street. "don't drop him yoongi" you pinch him with your nails as he holds your hand "i won't, if he doesn't move"

"y/n please, i'm not a kid. tell him to put me down"

"yoon-" before you could say anything he leans down to your height whispering into your ear "if i put him down i'll have no choice but to make you switch places with him"

your face heated up as his raspy voice whispered to you. looking at the young boy who was dangling over his shoulder pleading for you to help him you give him a apologetic smile "sorry"

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"it's not fair"

"too bad"

"play fair"

"she's not some prize kid"

they kept going at each other as you walked to the store to get some snacks. "go play on the swing or something" yoongi shoos him away only to have the boy frown and he was clearly angry

"why does it bother you. you like her and don't even make a move"

yoongi chuckles, pulling out a jolly rancher from his pocket. i really wanna smoke right now, he thought as he tasted the green apple in his mouth. "what makes you say that"

"you look at her the way the mail man looks at my mom" he gasps at the young boys words he almost choked on the jolly rancher.

yoongi was determined that this kid was out to get him.

"you should really tell your dad about that" he gives the kid a concerning look. the kid takes a seat next to him shaking his head "I don't got to. He knows"

the conversation just went to shit. not even to make a joke about it, this is like what...character development for the kid? yoongi thought to himself

"damn kid that's fucked up" really?

the kid only shrugs

"parents are over rated" taking out another jolly rancher he hands it to the kid "here"

"thanks" unwrapping it he looks at yoongi "so what? do you like her or not"

"she's my best friend"

"but do you like her"

"kid, mind your business" he rolls his eyes. getting annoyed by a little ass kid made him even more annoyed.

"does it feel nice?"

"what" yoongi sighs

"being in love?"

"how old are you again?" yoongi grins as the kid purses his lip probably wanting to curse at this elder so bad.

"it's nice to be in love, but it doesn't justify cheating. cheating is bad, don't be a bad man"

the weekend came to an end and you both were making your way back home after saying good bye to everyone.

suddenly hajun and yoongi were on good terms.

"what were you two talking about the other day. after that he just kept following you around" you ask yoongi as you open the bottle cap for his drink, handing it to him.

"stuff"

"oh really?" you roll your eyes as he laughs. "don't be mad sweetheart, we were talking about you too"

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"nah man you're cheating" the guy across from jimin throws the cards on the table. everyone was cheering jimin who just won a shit load of money.

"can we borrow this chair" a girl with ginger hair taps on the chair next to namjoon. "you can, or you can sit on my lap" he grins

"are you going home early?" taehyung asks yoongi who was already standing up from the table

"ye-" he's interrupted as the girl who was sitting next to him speaks up "why are you leaving? the night just started" she gives her sweet smile

"let's get a drink, somewhere else just the two of us" the ends of his lips curve into a smirk as he lowers himself to her height "what? i didn't hear you" his arm makes its way to her waist as he pulls her up.

"i said lets go somewhere else" bodies up against each other he takes another drink from his cup before walking away with his arm wrapped around her.

his hands sneaked under her dress giving him the chance to grope her ass helping her grind against his thigh as they made out.

kissing along his jaw she worked her way down to his neck ready to mark him but he stops her "no marks" pushing her down on the bed he unbuttons his shirt tossing it onto the floor before pulling the dress over her body. "let's make it quick"

pulling her panties down he positions himself in between her legs, rubbing his thumb on her entrance "look at this" he grins "i didn't even touch you down there yet"

he wasted no time to align himself to her entrance and thrust into her, groaning until he was fully inside her. not giving her any time to adjust he holds her waist thrusting into her without any warning,

"oh fuuuuck" the girl holds onto the bed sheets

she loved how it felt to have his strong hands on her hips as he picked up the pace, he wasn't giving her any time to think of anything but him. the louder she moaned the more harder he went.

"mm fuck, you like that"

"yes, fuckk harder please" she whines as he rubs her clit with his fingers

"fuckk i'm so close" she reaches for his neck as she pulls him down for a kiss. their mouths never leaving each other as he thrusts into her harder and harder each time. she digs her nails onto his back. causing him to grab her hands pinning them over her head. she releases but he fucks her till he's done. filling up the condom he grunts as he thrusts into her a few more times before pulling out.

"shit, that was amazing" she says out of breath

yoongi hums in response as he gets off the bed disposing the condom, he begins to get dressed.

"where are you going?"

without stopping yoongi glances at the naked girl who he was just begging him to fuck her. he grins as he buttons up his shirt "don't tell me this is your first time having a one night stand"

"what?"

"i just wanted to fuck, nothing special is gonna come out of this" and with those last words he grabs his jacket shutting the door behind him as leaves her all alone. walking to the bathroom he freshens up, cleaning the lipstick stains that were decorating his neck.

"fuck it's already late" he groans.

yoongi enters your apartment to find you sitting at your table doing homework "it's almost 3 in the morning why are you still up?" he makes his way towards you

"i could ask you the same" you smile

"jimin had a party, invited me last minute. dude was having too much fun" standing behind you he hugs you from behind. a moment you were suppose to enjoy was ruined before it could begin. your smile became a frown.

"he wasn't the only one having fun" you pull on his arm to push him away, leaving him dumbfounded.

"you smell" you say as you nudge him away some more

"really?"

"yeah" pushing your chair out you pick up your books. closing them since you had finish your work.

"ok? don't tell me your mad?"

"no"

"then? why does it bother you?" grabbing your wrist to stop you from walking to your room he stands behind you "come on y/n" he whines cutely but it wasn't gonna work on me. not today.

"shower when you come back from parties, you smell like a bitch" pulling her hand out of his grip she shuts the door from her room.

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today you wanted to do anything but be with yoongi. it made you furious the thought of him being with someone else. you hated it.

"are you not going to school" yoongi says over the phone"

" i have no classes today"

"are you still mad about yesterday"

you sigh, rubbing your temple before answering "i wasn't mad, i'm just sensitive to smell. anyways i got something to do. talk to you later" you hang up the phone not giving him any time to answer.

yoongi raised his brow as you stared at his phone, he wanted to make of you at the way you were acting but he knew it'll only piss you off more.

"bro another place tonight. what do you say?" jimin throws his arm over his shoulder

"i can't"

"why not?" he whines

"i have a cat that gets pissed when i come home with a bitchy scent" shaking jimin off he makes his way to the parking lot.

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"i've never been with someone who's dick is so big" she expresses while holding her hands up at a certain length.

"y/n, have you ever had sex with yoongi?" they all stared at you with curious eyes

"i mean you guys are friends, why not" she nudges your arm while giggling.

trying not to show how the question caught you by surprise you scrunch your nose "really guys, i'm eating why do we have to talk about these things" shaking your head as you chuckle they laugh.

looking at your phone you couldn't help but notice yoongi hadn't contacted you all day. usually if you guys would hang out together he'd let you know. the fact that there was no message had two meanings either he was gonna be with the guys or he picked up some needy girl again.

since you didn't have any classes today you decided to spend time with your friends which you don't get to a lot well cause of school or just you being busy chasing after yoongi.

"hey, yoongi just called me asking if we we're together" jihye says as she rushes to catch up to you guys, she had stopped to get some yogurt. "what? why didn't he just call me?" "he said he did call you"

taking out your phone you see five missed calls from yoongi and about 15 messages. "oh" pressing your finger over his contact you call him.

"i know you're mad but at least call me, will ya. you didn't even tell me where you were going" he speaks loudly, letting jihye who was walking along side you hear him very clearly. glancing at jihye you give her a apologetic smile "sorry, i'ma go" you mouth as you point towards the bottom floor. she just nods before catching up to the other girls.

"sorry, i'm at the mall with my friends. I'll head home now" you might be mad at him, but the fact that he's looking for you. like shit you'll waste this chance.

"what mall, i'll go pick you up. it's getting late"

"oh okay, xxx mall. i'll wait for you at the food court we always eat at when we come together"

"alright babe, just wait for me there then" he hangs up without realizing that those simple words gave you butterflies.

"heyy" you give him a smile as he opens the door of the passengers seat for you. rolling his eyes, "don't hey me, you ignored me all day"

"don't be mad, you ignore me too when you're out playing hooky. here i got you a pretzel" you forcefully place the pretzel on his hand as you get into the car "playing hooky? why are you ang-" taking the handle into your hand you pull shut the door before he could even answer.

"i'm not mad" you say once he gets into the car

"yeah sure, i know you are"

"what makes you so sure"

"y/n, i don't like pretzels" he waves it in front of you.

"ohh. right i got confused" taking the pretzel from his hand you bite into it, dumbfounded he blinks before asking "confused? who are you out eating pretzels with?"

you shrug, taking another bite as you try to hold you're laugh back. it was as if he had taken a blow to the stomach he looked offended and confused himself "give me that" he rips the pretzel from your hand as he decides to eat it.

"wait but you sai-"

"shut up" he starts the engine, driving home.

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"are you still mad" he says as he tosses the keys onto the bowl. you both decided to eat at his place, while you tried to not laugh at his childish behavior. "no, are you mad?"

"no" he could say no but he looked mad. over a pretzel? "what?"

"nothing"

I don't know how to explain it, but as we looked at each other. Everything else was quiet, there was a tension. made me feel bubbly inside. even if he was still standing at the doorway while i was leading against the sofa we just stared at each other.

clearing his throat as he breaks eye contact he kicks his shoes off "you keep staring, do you want something"

shaking your head in reply before moving towards him slowly. you could hear yourself screaming inside but there was this feeling, and you wanted to take advantage of it. "y/n" he says as you grab his hands "sorry alright, i'll answer your messages" you tell him as you wrap his hands around you before you hug him. not pushing you away he holds onto you.

"lately i feel like everything bothers you"

you only shrug in response, "hey look at me" his hand makes its way under your chin as he lifts your head to look up at him "what"

"whats with you these days, you've been acting weird"

fuck. should i just do this. his lips are inches away from me....what if i ju-

you were pulled back into reality as his phone ranged. but he didn't pick up, his hands never leaving your sides, his eyes never leaving yours. you felt like your knees were going to give out at any minute due to his intense stare. the phone stops ringing, but it didn't end there. before you could even speak up it rings again.

seeing how you had something to say he grabs his phone looking at who was calling. letting you see the name clearly. and you knew it was her.

"you sure you don't want to answer?"

shaking his head he sticks the phone back into his back pocket after muting it. "i'll answer later, first i wanna know what's been bothering you lately. i feel like you're following me around" he chuckles but he was serious.

letting go off him you step back only to have him pull you back into his chest.

"why" is all he says before closing the gap between the two of you. your heart was beating fast and you wondered if he felt it too. "i'm just looking out for you"

"looking out for me?" he raises a brow in confusion

"you go around too much"

"go around?"

"you know what i mean"

what the fuck are you saying,,,,this isn't how it was suppose to be you feel like running away but he had you in his grip.

"you keep getting in my business these days cause you think i go around too much" he says with a sarcastic tone. " i just don't think you should play with people's feelings like that" fuck it if i'm talking might as well talk

letting go, he steps back "what? where is this coming from" of course he's confused. why wouldn't he be? you never cared about things like where he was or who he was with. you never even cared enough to go with him to see his friends or parties. you didn't meet his eyes after he spoke, scoffing at how you were acting he shakes his head "not that it concerns you but who ever i hook up with, isn't really your business"

"you guys are just fuck buddies, how is that healthy at all"

"it's called killing time, they know what they get into when they come to me" he sighs, brushing his hair back "why am i explaining myself to you?" turning around he walks to the bowl to grab his keys "wait" you rush to grab his arm

"what now?"

"if you're just doing it to kill time, then do it with me"

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