#like everyone else is nice n cozy in the storage room

[carnivalcarriondiscarded]

I've been visualbly imagining Eddie just laying there in a lake for 2 days now it's just so fucking funny to think about.

(Referring to that one post that asked where Eddie was sleeping.)

tbh it's been a running gag within the confines of my Imaginings <3 and it Is so fucking funny you're so right <3

he's in ↓↓ the water ↓↓

[alyssaallyrion]

How much of that did you hear? (Iruka x Kakashi)

Rating: T

Summary: In which Kakashi eavesdrops on a conversation and learns something he wasn't supposed to.

A/N: 

- Written for KakaIru Month ( hosted by @kakairu-fest ) Day 17 Prompts: Drunk Confessions.

- - Drunk confessions prompt combined with Bewitchedbysparkles's request for "KakaIru, with "How much of that did you hear?""

ao3 link

The soft click of the window latch brings a satisfied smile to Kakashi’s face - finally. Sliding the window open, Kakashi glances around before slipping into the darkness of Iruka’s apartment. Quickly now, before he gets back. 

It all started a few weeks ago, when Kakashi, a little too deep into his cups after a particularly difficult mission, decided to ask Guy for romantic advice, which, in hindsight, perhaps, was not his smartest decision.

“Guy,” Kakashi remembered saying, “If you were…interested in someone, how would you let them know?”

Guy looked up from his sake, suddenly serious, “Why, Kakashi? Has someone finally caught your eye?”

Yes,  he thought.

“I’m just asking,” Kakashi said nonchalantly, resting his chin on his palm.

“I’d simply tell them of my heart’s most sincere affections,” Guy smiled at Kakashi, “There’s nothing to fear when the power of youth is on your side.”

Kakashi sighed – if he could “simply talk” to Iruka, he’d never be in this position in the first place. But Kakashi had never been good with feelings – or with words when it came to talking about those feelings. As far as Kakashi was concerned, facing multiple S-rank criminals was less terrifying than the way his heart threatened to burst out of his chest any time Iruka smiled at him.

No, this won’t do.

Kakashi’s own list of ideas was running rather thin. It seemed Iruka hadn’t figured out that turning in terrible mission reports and sitting in a tree outside his classroom window reading Icha Icha were Kakashi’s ways of showing interest. Let’s see if Guy has any other thoughts.

“And if you couldn’t tell them, how would you make your feelings known?”

Guy was quiet for a moment, pondering, then a bright smile returned to his face, “I would get them a heartfelt gift – something I know they’d love - which would reveal the depth of my affections.”

A gift? That Kakashi could do.

Kakashi smiled – with Iruka’s birthday coming up next month, this was the perfect time. There was only one problem – he had no idea what kind of gift Iruka would want to receive.  That left Kakashi with a few choices, most obvious of which – at least to him – was to sneak into Iruka’s apartment and look around in hopes of finding clues to what Iruka liked.

Now, standing inside Iruka’s dark apartment, Kakashi glances around, studying his surroundings. The first thing Kakashi notices is just how cozy the space is – it’s clear Iruka put in a lot of effort into making his apartment a true home. There’s a scent of cinnamon in the air, warm and rich, matching quilts rest atop couch and armchairs in the living room, and the many potted plants standing upon the windowsills are clearly cared for very well. Unlike any plant that had the misfortune of finding itself in Kakashi’s own apartment. 

Kakashi notes the few paintings on the walls – all clearly drawn by a child, likely Naruto, and lovingly framed by Iruka. A tall bookshelf next to the couch catches Kakashi’s attention, and he walks over to it. The middle shelf is empty, save for two photographs - in the first one, a ten-year-old Iruka is standing between his parents, smiling brightly at the camera, and, in the second one, an already adult Iruka is standing with Naruto, whose happy smile rivals his own. Kakashi’s heart clenches as he feels familiar guilt uncoil in his chest.

Naruto was the son of his sensei, and Kakashi knows that he should have been taking care of him all those years, yet he cannot bring himself to get close to the boy – instead, he watches from a distance.

But with Iruka in his life, Naruto should be alright. 

Consumed by his thoughts, Kakashi doesn’t hear the voices outside the apartment door until it’s too late. The key turns in the lock, and Kakashi has only a split second to make a decision. Quickly, he returns the picture to the shelf, then glances around and darts to a door, which, as it turns out, leads to a tiny closet.

There isn’t enough space to stand comfortably between cleaning supplies and storage boxes, but Kakashi is hardly in any position to complain. He tries to stay as still as possible, conceals his chakra signature, and listens.  

The apartment door finally opens.

“Oh, new plants?” he hears Anko’s voice, “Good addition – I must say, they make the room look quite cozy.”

“Thank you,” Iruka replies, then adds, “Please, make yourself at home – I’ll go to the kitchen and get us something to drink. What would you like?”

“Something strong,” Anko chuckles, and Kakashi hears her plop down on the couch.

By their voices, Kakashi can tell that both Iruka and Anko are very drunk – which is to be expected, since Kakashi picked this particular night to break into Iruka’s apartment specifically because he knew that Iruka, Kotetsu, Izumo, Anko, Genma, and Raido were headed to the “Broken Kunai” to celebrate Kotetsu and Izumo’s engagement.

The sound of steps followed by glass clanking against wood notifies Kakashi that Iruka has returned.

“Oh,” Anko says excitedly, “That’s some good stuff. Though I’m a little surprised – never pegged you for the type to drink something like this.”

“Double shifts at the Mission Desk three days in a row would do that to a person,” Iruka laughs, and Kakashi hears the sound of liquid being poured into cups.

“I can only imagine,” Anko replies.

Silence falls upon them for a moment. Kakashi shifts uncomfortably, trying to make as little noise as possible – his legs already start to feel stiff from leaning over the boxes at his feet – and hopes that Anko and Iruka’s late-night drinking session will be over soon.

“So,” Anko starts slowly, “About that thing I asked you at the bar…”

“Do you have to bring it up again?” Iruka sighs.

“Oh, come on, Iruka,” Anko says, “Don’t be like this. I always tell you everything.”

“You don’t have to always tell me everything,” Iruka chuckles, not unkindly.

“We are friends,” Anko protests, “And that’s what friends do. So, it’s only natural for me to want to know what’s going on in my friend’s romantic life.”

Kakashi leans closer to the door, straining to catch every word.

“You don’t have to ask in front of everyone,” Iruka says after a pause.

“Well, luckily, now it’s just the two of us, and you have no excuse,” Kakashi can almost hear Anko smirk, “So tell me – is there something going on between you and Kakashi? I’ve seen the way he stares at you – and how you smile at him when you think no one’s looking.”

Kakashi’s breath hitches in his throat.

“Nothing’s going on,” Iruka replies, and almost palpable disappointment in his voice sends Kakashi’s heart racing in his chest.

“But you want it to,” Anko nudges him on, “I know you do – the blush on your face doesn’t lie.”

Iruka is silent for a moment. Kakashi holds his breath and feels his heart pound in his head, waiting for Iruka to respond.

“Yes,” he says finally.

It feels as though the room spins around him, and Kakashi has to hold on to the wall to still himself. He can hardly believe his ears - <em>Iruka likes him?</em>

“Aha, I knew it! I knew you liked him!” Anko exclaims victoriously, then adds after a pause, “Although, to be perfectly honest, I don’t know what you see in him.”

Kakashi smirks at Anko’s words – it was a mystery to him too why anyone would want to date her, and, yet, it seemed she never had a shortage of admirers.

“I…I can’t explain it,” Iruka says, “It’s just - he makes me <em>feel</em> things in a way that no one else does. Seeing him smile under his mask and blush makes me so weak – I immediately want to take him out on a nice date and do anything to make him happy…”

Kakashi feels heat rise to his cheeks, and he can barely contain a smile.

“Ah, that’s so sweet,” Anko says teasingly, but Iruka just chuckles.

“But then,” he continues, “Sometimes he just riles me up with that awful attitude – and even worse penmanship when it comes to his reports – and all I want to do is to drag him out of the Mission Room, get on top of him, wrap my hands around his throat and ride him all night long.”

Kakashi’s head spins and, suddenly, it feels unbearably hot in the small closet. Iruka wants to…what? Heat spreads through Kakashi’s body, pooling in his lower stomach, making it hard to think clearly. His mind races, and the world around him suddenly shrinks to just one thought – Iruka, on top of him, doing exactly what he just promised. Kakashi would be lying if he said he’d never imagined himself with Iruka that way – but never before were the images so vivid, and never before did the fantasy feel so real.

“Eww, how filthy,” Anko laughs.

“You’ve told me worse things,” Iruka replies, “Besides, I have a feeling you’ve gotten me drunk precisely to hear something like that.”

“Ah, you wound me,” Anko chuckles, “But you might be on to something. How else could I get the prim and proper Academy sensei to talk about his dirty fantasies involving a certain jonin?”

“You are evil,” Iruka laughs.

“And you love me for it,” Anko replies easily.

Suddenly, Kakashi can hear the window slide open, and someone else enters the apartment. Quiet whispers follow, but he doesn’t try to make out any words – his mind is still preoccupied with conjuring up images of him and Iruka together. His blush deepens, familiar heat courses through his veins, and for a moment, Kakashi’s almost scared that the resounding beat of his heart may betray his hiding spot.

“Well,” Anko says after a moment, “Looks like it’s time for me to head out. Sorry to cut the evening short, but duty calls.”

“We could always continue tomorrow,” Iruka offers lightly, “It’s not like I can drink all this by myself.”

“I’ll hold you to it,” Anko replies, and Kakashi can hear her climbing out the window.

With Anko gone, Kakashi realizes that Iruka will likely go to sleep soon. Then he can get out of here and try to find another way to figure out what to give Iruka for his birthday…

Distracted by his thoughts, Kakashi doesn’t even notice that he’s leaning against one of the shelves – until he sends a box standing there crashing to the floor with a loud thud. Before he can figure out what to do, the door to the closet flings open, and he sees Iruka standing in front of him, holding kunai in one hand.

“Kakashi-san,” he breathes out, stunned, “What are you doing here?”

Kakashi knows he needs to say something, anything, but all he can do is stare. Drunk Iruka looks so delightfully disheveled with his tousled hair, his flushed cheeks, and his swollen lips that all Kakashi can think of for the moment is how much he’d like to ravage him right then and there.

The silence stretches as Kakashi desperately scrambles to retain some semblance of rational thinking.

“I…uh…was just passing by,” he offers weakly.

As soon as the words leave his lips, Kakashi wants nothing more than for the ground beneath his feet to open and swallow him whole. <em>That might be the most ridiculous thing he’s ever said.</em> It seems that even in his drunk state, Iruka knows that because a moment later, he bursts out laughing.

“That is the stupidest excuse I’ve ever received,” he manages to utter through his laughter.

Kakashi doesn’t argue.

Once Iruka’s done laughing, his face grows suddenly serious.

“I have to ask – how much of <em>that</em> did you hear?”

“Everything,” Kakashi says, resigned.

His heart drops in his chest – he knows Iruka has every right to be angry with him for eavesdropping on his private conversation. Did he just ruin everything? Iruka will probably never want to see him again after this… When Kakashi finally manages to meet Iruka’s gaze, he’s surprised – there is no anger in his eyes, only amusement.

“Oh my,” Iruka murmurs softly, and then a smile blooms on his lips, “Well, I suppose this makes it easier. So, what do you think – would you like to…”

Before Iruka could finish his sentence – before he could even think, Kakashi’s fingers reach for the zipper of his flak jacket. Kakashi’s face is aflame, and he’s never been more embarrassed and turned on in his life. He knows he shouldn’t – but after aching for Iruka’s touch for so long, he can hardly deny himself.

The confused expression on Iruka’s face makes Kakashi’s hand still.

“Huh?” Iruka says, lifting an eyebrow, “Kakashi-san, who do you take me for? I’m taking you on a date first.”

This man will be the death of him.

[actuallybarb]

The Aftermath ~ Epilogue

Summary: sam comes up with a hero name for y/n, eugene finally cashes in his favor, and y/n has a friendly conversation with peter parker

Pairing: peter parker x reader

Word Count: 1205

A/N: confession - i hate epilogues. harry potter and the hunger games?? i don’t need that many details, just tell me everything will be alright. hopefully i tied up enough loose ends to feel resolved and left enough for you to draw your own conclusions :)

                                                        ///////////

“This is really what you want to cash in your favor for?”

Eugene Thompson was standing beside me outside the Avengers compound in upstate New York. After the story of my heroics in the city, my abilities and identity were no longer a secret. Which brought on a lot of heat for me and my parents (who were found in a storage unit under the name William Baker, aka Sand Man) and forced us to fly under the radar for a while. That didn’t stop Flash from using his favor the first chance he could.

“Absolutely, are you kidding?”

With the permission of all Avengers present, I led him through the front doors and into the compound, my home for the last two weeks until everyone could cool their shit.

“Come on, they’re probably training.”

We passed by Stark’s old lab that had kind of turned into mine and Peter’s during my extended-stay and the Olympic-sized pool before we made it to the training room.

They were doing capture the flag: Peter was with Bucky and Rhodey while Sam, Wanda, and Clint were together. It probably wasn’t a fair fight considering Wanda had powers, but that didn’t stop them. Ever.

Wanda threw a rubber block at Bucky that hit him square in the chest. “Are you fucking kidding me, Wanda?” he wheezed out. “Can you not?”

“You’ve got to keep up old man,” she laughed. But the little jests gave Rhodey enough time to take the flag across their team’s boundary. “Shit!”

“What did I tell you, Wanda, you can’t let them distract you,” Sam chastised, but he didn’t look too upset about it. He scanned the room and his eyes fell on me and Eugene by the door. “Hey, Elementa, nice of you to join us.”

“Elementa?” I asked with an eyebrow quirked.

“What do you think? I think it has a nice ring to it.”

I smiled. “I’ll think about it. Everyone, this is Eugene Thompson, he’s the one I owed a favor. Eugene, I’m sure you know who everyone is already.”

He just stood there like a fish with his mouth wide open. “I, uh, hi. Hi.”

“You’re the prick?” Oh Clint and his candidness, how I loved it.

“No, that’s Brad.”

“Well, kid, you came all this way. You have anything you want to say?”

“You —“ the words got stuck in his throat before he swallowed and tried again. “You guys are awesome.” They all laughed and smiled. Flash smiled too once he got over his initial shock, then took out his phone. “Can I get a picture?”

He handed his phone to me and the Avengers grouped around him, smiles all around (except Peter, his mask was still on, but he gave an enthusiastic thumbs up). “One, two, cheese!”

“Cheese!”

We walked out of the compound together not much later. He looked up at the huge building and smiled, just a little bit. “Thanks, Y/N.”

“For what? We made a deal.”

“Yeah, but a lot of people don’t keep them these days. So thanks.”

I smiled and gave him a hug. “Take care of yourself, Eugene.”

“Always do.”

//////////

Three weeks later our apartment was freshly cleaned, Dad’s car was ready to drive again, the snow was starting to stick in the city, and I was allowed to go back to school — just in time for finals.

“Hey, Y/N, can you—“

“If you try to talk to me one more time, Brad, I swear to god I will rip off your ball sack.”

“Jesus, Y/N—“

Peter came up beside me and wrapped an arm around my shoulders. “Is this guy bothering you?”

I smirked at Brad’s terrified look on his face. Ever since word got out about my newfound abilities, people had either avoided me like the plague or cozied up a little too close for comfort. At least MJ and Peter were back on speaking terms. “He was just leaving.”

He scurried away real quick.

“May’s getting pizza tonight, want to come over? Ned wants to start watching Clone Wars again so we’re having a marathon.”

“Damn, it’s pizza night? MJ and Betty and I were planning on going to the protest happening at the police station after school, but maybe we’ll meet up after?”

He shrugged, a smile on his face. “Sure. Just take care of yourselves, okay?”

I smiled. “Always. You ready for Spanish?”

“Hell no.”

/////////

The marathon definitely ended way later than expected, but we just kind of made a mega-bed in the living room and all started falling asleep. But I was wide awake.

I carefully stepped over Betty’s head and slipped into Peter’s room, where the fire escape was. Grabbing an extra hoodie from his closet, I climbed the last few floors until I was on the roof and melted a clear spot on the floor to sit on. I wasn’t alone for long, though.

“Can’t sleep?”

I melted the snow beside me to make room for Peter and pulled my knees closer to my chest. “I don’t sleep much anymore, but I never really did to begin with.”

“Yeah, me neither. Not since Beck.”

“Yeah. He was a real piece of shit.”

Peter laughed, but didn’t reply, and we sat in a comfortable silence until the honking horns down below became few and far between. “Are we dating?”

It wasn’t a question I was expecting. Probably to the outside eye we were. We were constantly together, and after all of the time spent training together I understood how Peter’s body moved and how he thought almost as good as myself — that type of connection doesn’t come without chemistry. And we’d gone on at least one date (an argument could be made for more). Y/N six weeks ago would have been over the moon about dating Peter Parker, but Y/N now didn't need the label. Peter had become such a constant in my life it was weird to think of a time when we weren’t together, in any capacity. And it was terrifying to think of a life where he wouldn’t be apart of it.

“I mean, we’ve slept together at least three times now.”

He rolled his eyes. “Seriously, Y/N.”

I turned my head completely to look at him. “Do you want to be?”

He took a minute to reply. “It feels weird when you’re not here. I — I just know I want to be around you all the time. And I don’t really want you to be with anyone else. In a romantic sense, of course, I don’t want you to feel like you have to spend all of your time with me, obviously we both have friends that we want to hang out with but—“ He sighed. “Yeah, I — I want to date you. You’ve been the most consistent thing in my life for the past six months and I don’t want that to change.”

I smiled and leaned my head on his shoulder, then grabbed his hand and interlocked our fingers. “Good, because I don’t either.”

He smiled, his cute, dopey, puppy-dog-eyes smile. “Really?”

I leaned over completely and pulled him into a kiss, both of our lips surprisingly warm on the freezing night. “Really.”

tags: @eridanuswave​ @vampirestrawberries​ @yougottalovefandoms​

[tae-cup]

1, 2, 3, Not It | Tata’s Spookytober 2020

Pairing: Min Yoongi x Reader

Summary: Caught in a lie....

Genre: Horror/Thriller

Rating: Teen (Violence)

Warnings: Blood, mentions of drowning, character death

Word Count: 2.6k words

A/N: 

Hey y’all, welcome to the third installment of tata’s spookytober where I try to crank out as many spooky (or not so spooky) stories this october! Let me know if you would like to be tagged in my future updates!

This one I just got very inspired by very suddenly. Not for the faint of heart in certain parts. 

Other:

Masterlist

Spookytober 2020 Masterlist

“Who’s it?” Jimin ran, his breath heavy as you ventured farther into the woods and away from the cabin. 

“I think it’s...Jungkook?” You huffed, slowing down to give yourself a break. 

“Why?! He runs like a demon!” 

“He was the last one to say not it!” 

“He was on his phone!” Jimin crossed his arms as you came to a clearing near the creek. 

       The dead leaves crunched underfoot as the sun began to set. The man began to hum the song Lie, one of his favorite songs. “Caught in a lie…” He hummed. 

“What’s the point of coming out here every halloween anyway? The cabin isn’t even scary anymore.” You mused, crouching near the babbling creek. Jimin stood up the embankment to keep lookout. 

          The cabin had been scary at the beginning; abandoned and falling apart, but over the years you and the others had renovated it into a cozy place to spend Halloween nights. The sun sunk lower, it’s golden rays disappearing behind the rolling hills. The forest stretched for miles, but you guys had marked trees to help you find your way back to the cabin just in case. You dipped your hand into the creek. 

           A scream pierced the air. The quiet forest was disturbed, the scream loud and familiar. Taehyung? You straightened and turned to look when Jimin took a hold of your arm. His eyes were dark, the joking lightness gone. He shoved you into the creek, holding your face to the water. 

          It was suffocating, the water ran over you, leaving little room to breathe. You struggled, arms flailing and legs kicking wildly. What was going on? Why was he doing this? Was he trying to kill you?! You tried to push him off, but you underestimated how strong the short man was. 

“Stay down.” He hissed in your ear before standing upright. 

          The sound of footsteps crunched through the leaves and approached you two. You were about to scream for help when you heard him. 

“Jimin, is it done?” Jungkook said. You had never heard him like this. It was...dark and serious. His tone was deadly. 

“Yes.” Jimin dipped his head. You laid still, holding your breath. 

“I’ll take your word for it. I took care of Taehyung and Jin. Namjoon and Hoseok are probably hiding in the cabin. I can’t find Yoongi. The bastard is quicker than I thought and I lost him when I got Tae.” Jungkook shrugged. “You look for Yoongi, I’ll look at the cabin. We meet by the creek in an hour.” 

“Got it.” Jimin nodded and drew a knife from his bag. 

          You couldn’t hold your breath much longer. Jungkook eyed your body. You could feel his stare. 

“You drowned her?”

“Yeah.” 

“That’s harsh.” Then the men left. Jimin shot you a concerned gaze but followed his friend. 

            Once they were far from you, you lurched upwards, water splashing over you. Your hair was soaked, your knees bleeding from the rocks. You stumbled through the woods, hands reaching out for the trees to help you on your way. Jungkook was headed to the cabin, but Namjoon and Hoseok were hiding there as well. 

              Did they know? Did they know what was happening? You breathed heavily. The moon was lighting the forest well enough for you to see the trees marked red. Did you risk going to the house or should you search for Yoongi instead? But you might run into Jimin then and- 

               A figure bumped into you, cursing under their breath. You resisted the urge to shriek. Then you saw the light blonde hair and the cat-like eyes of Yoongi and you breathed a sigh of relief. 

“Y-yoongi!” You whispered, hands shaking as you reached for him.

              His eyes widened and then his hands were on your shoulders. He looked you up and down, taking in your drenched form. 

“Y/N, oh thank god you’re okay.” He murmured. “What happened?” 

“Jimin tried to drown me, you?” You looked at him to see the blood splattered across his shirt. 

“Let’s just say I had a run in with Jungkook.” He tilted his head to the side, the waves of his hair falling across his face. 

             His hands dropped from your shoulders and instead took to a nervous twitch as his sides. 

“Where are the others?”

“I heard Jungkook say they were in the cabin. Jimin is hunting you and Jungkook went back to the cabin to finish Namjoon and Hoseok.” You shivered, the wind blowing against your wet clothes. The man nodded and then took your hand in his. 

“Then we have to get out of here.” He said, tugging you farther away from the cabin’s path. 

“What? You want to leave them?” You whispered in disbelief. “Yoongi! They’re our friends, what if we can save them? It’s two against four!” 

“And what if we all die?” He turned to face you, his features contorting. “Don’t you understand? Jin and Tae are dead, we have to save ourselves and trust that Namjoon and Hobi will be fine, okay?” His voice broke slightly and his shoulders dropped. “If you don’t want to join me, fine.” He dropped your hand and stormed away. 

              You stood, mouth agape, eyes wide. Then, you clenched your hands into fists. Fine, indeed. You thought stubbornly and ran in the other direction, back towards the cabin. Your ears twitched towards every sound, your eyes tracked every little movement, as the trees blurred. You found the marked trees and continued the path. 

              It was a path you’d been down a hundred times. The steps were familiar, the direction nostalgic. Even in the dark, you knew where to go, you could feel it in your gut.

             How had it all gone wrong? Jungkook had never struck you as having serial killer vibes. He was always soft spoken, sweet and nice, the same for Jimin. You stumbled into the clearing where the cabin was. There it stood. The lights were still on, but not a movement was seen. 

             You crept closer, peering through the kitchen windows. After checking around the area, you went around the back and slowly crept through the backdoor. You stepped down the hallway, careful not to squeak any floorboards. Then there was a muffled bang from the floor above. You sucked in a breath, feeling your heart rate jump. 

              The stairs loomed in front of you. The narrow steps twisted to the top floor. You took a deep breath, summoning your courage, and started up the steps. The cold wood creaked slightly and you paused. 

            Then, you continued on. The upstairs was slanted. Well, the roof was slanted. It sloped downwards and toward the right. The hallway stretched to the left and right. At the end of each hallway, the light fixtures flickered ever so slightly and the windows streamed the moonlight in. 

             There were seven rooms in all upstairs. Technically, there were eight rooms, but one was just a storage room. Jin and Namjoon had always agreed to share a room. You smiled slightly at the memory. 

             You could see them waking up, the way Yoongi would be up first and up the latest. He would always appear with a coffee in hand. Then there was Taehyung running down the hallway, shouting at everyone to get up. Jin would always bang on the doors with him, forcing everyone up. Jimin and Jungkook would slowly rise and greet everyone with a sleepy hello. The smell of pancakes would waft through the house and Hoseok would be helping Namjoon set up decorations.

               Then the lights flickered once more and you jumped back into reality. No, Taehyung and Jin were gone. You would never see Taehyung running down the hallway, jumping for joy, or Jin shouting at everyone to wake up. The thought made your stomach curl in nausea. Your grief overtaking you for a moment and you weaved down the hallway, your vision blurring with unshed tears. 

             Your clothes left a wet stain against the carpet. You almost couldn’t imagine yourself doing anything else but sit on the ground and sob. Maybe you should just wait and let them kill you, just like the others. What were you to do once this night was over?

              There was a thump from the storage closet and hushed whispers. You straightened, reminded of your purpose. No, you needed to help them. You brushed your fingers through your hair, the strands catching every now and then. You walked over to the storage closest and knocked on the room lightly. 

“Namjoon, Hoseok?” You whispered. The noises stopped. Then the door slowly opened.

            Namjoon stood next to Hoseok, who was contorting his body to better make room for the two of them. 

“Is the game over?” Namjoon tilted his head. 

           Your face fell. Hoseok took in your appearance and tugged on Namjoon’s sleeve. 

“What happened?” Hoseok asked cautiously. 

            A tear rolled down your cheek. You were overjoyed, you couldn’t believe they were still alive and well, and that they thought this was still just a game, but then again, they thought this was only a game. A lump formed in your throat and Namjoon went to hug you, but you pushed him away. 

“Jungkook and Jimin have murdered Jin and T-tae.” You stuttered.

            Your legs felt weak, your body was shaking with exhaustion. The cold house was doing nothing to help your sopping wet clothes. 

“What?” Hoseok’s eyes widened. 

“Are you joking?” Namjoon questioned. 

“No! I’m s-serious!” You chattered, another tear rolling down. “Please, they tried to drown me and Yoongi ran off and you’re the only ones left and we gotta get out here before they come and-” You rambled. 

“Hey, slow down, it’s okay. Let’s go and call the cops, okay?” Namjoon started to lead you away when you turned around and looked down the hall. 

           Jungkook stood there, a small smile on his face. His shadow stretched down the hallway, his tall stature elongated like a predator. There was a wild gleam in his eye. His hand held a bloody knife and the red liquid stained his jacket as well. 

“J-jungkook?” Hoseok whispered. 

“What’s wrong, guys? Did you see something?” the man asked menacingly, his innocent voice a sarcastic drawl. He took a step closer. Namjoon pushed you behind him and Hoseok. 

“Drop the knife, Kookie.” Hoseok found your arm and held on tightly. 

“Oh, this thing?” Jungkook dropped it onto the ground and kicked it so it skidded across the carpet and bounced to a stop halfway between them. He looked up at Namjoon, the leader who stood tall and proud. The younger man chuckled darkly.

 “I don’t need this to kill you.” 

              Then he lunged forward and all hell broke loose. You shrieked and dove to the side as Namjoon was tackled. Jungkook’s hands wrapped around the leader’s throat, his hips straddling the man, knees pinning his arms. Hoseok jumped on Jungkook, trying to pull him off, but the young man just applied more pressure. 

              Namjoon choked, struggling for air. You scrambled upwards, the world tilting and making you hold your hands out to the side. You caught yourself on the opposite wall and bent down. You grasped the forgotten knife in your hands. The metal was weighted, the handle was slick and sticky with blood. 

               You turned and watched as Namjoon went still, his arms slowly falling away while Hoseok continued to try and pry him off. Your throat closed up as you lurched towards your old friend. 

         Jungkook I’m sorry. You chanted as you plunged the metal into his gut. The man went still. You let out a choked sob. The knife retracted, fresh blood running down the blade. Then you plunged forth again. He choked, ruby liquid dripping down his chin. His eyes were wide, but not surprised. 

         Jungkook, I’m sorry. You couldn’t stop, your metal impaling the man over and over like your chant. He fell to the side, eyes watching you. An unreadable gaze crossed his face, then he chuckled, choking on his own blood. 

“Thank you.” He said softly. 

         Jungkook, I’m sorry. I’m sorry. I’m sorry. You continued to sob until a hand rested over your bloodied fist. The pale skin contrasted the ruby red streams dripping off your arms and the wetness streaking down your cheeks. 

“That’s enough, Y/N.” Yoongi’s calming voice reached your ears.

             You dropped the knife, hands shaking. You collapsed against the wall, your back hitting the wood with a thud. Jungkook’s doe eyes were still, lifeless. His skin was as pale as the moon. You caught Hoseok’s frozen features. He was holding Namjoon in his arms. You started shrieking. The weight of your actions crashing down on you. He thanked you. 

              Your voice was hoarse, your blood red hands streaked through your hair as you gripped your head. Yoongi just sat next to you silently. He didn’t need words, his presence was enough. Your stomach turned. The hallway was drenched in blood. It felt like everything had turned red. Your vision was a hazy maroon. 

“You did what was necessary.” Was all he said, his eyes trained on the dead body before them. 

                You nodded, your sobs turning to a numbness that spread down your body. It traveled from your heart through your fingertips, turning them a frozen blue, and you were freezing. Could you ever scrub the redness from your hands? The crimson scarlet that stained your vision? 

“Where are they?” You managed. 

“Who?”

“Where are the bodies? I want to bury them.” you said quietly. 

                 He nodded. The lights flickered and then shut off. The hall was drenched in darkness. You wanted to be scared, you wanted to have the energy to scream and cry, but you couldn’t. You sat there like a rock as you heard Jimin’s footsteps enter the house. Hoseok was already up and Yoongi was tugging you to your feet. 

“I know you’re in shock right now, but you need to live, Y/N.” He said, his voice husky. 

“No, what’s the point.” You moaned. “I can’t live with myself like this.”

“You did what you needed to do.” He repeated, pulling you down the stairs.

                Hoseok crept to the right and bolted for the front door. Yoongi and you followed close behind. Jimin was knocking open the doors in the hallway. You ran after Yoongi, who was running faster than your legs could keep up.

              You stumbled and tripped, but kept up with him. Hoseok skidded to a stop. You stopped as well, catching your breath. The images of your knife meeting skin flashed through your mind and you took a few steps to the side and emptied your stomach. Yoongi watched you carefully. 

“So, you’ve killed Jungkook.” Jimin’s voice reached your ears. You whipped around to look at him. 

                He was wearing an eerie smile, his eyes gleaming in the moonlight. The wind rustled the leaves of the trees. He held a knife, but it was still a clean silver. 

“Jimin, why?” Hosoek whispered.

                The roadway was close, just a little longer and you’d be there. You could make a break for it, run to your car. Your hands trembled, the blood drying under your fingernails. 

“It’s over, Jimin.” Yoongi stood firmly. He took your hand in his and gave it a squeeze. “I called the cops, they’ll be here any minute.” 

                Jimin’s grin turned to a sneer, his face contorting into an expression you never thought possible on the sweet man’s face. It was a look of rage, frustration, and...blood lust. He started towards Yoongi, knife in hand, when the flash of headlights showed through the forest. 

“Hands in the air! Drop your weapon!” A man shouted, jumping out of the car.

               Your heart thrummed against your chest. Jimin chuckled a little, dropping the knife and holding his hands above his head. 

“You win this time, Yoongi.” He laughed. The policeman went around, cuffing Jimin and taking him into the car.

As the police got your details, you stared at the man in the backseat. He hummed loudly, eyes tracking you like an animal. Caught in a lie.  

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Day 1: Decor and Cookies - P.P (12DOC)

Summary: It’s Christmas season again, it’s finally time to decorate! 

Warning: Some cussing I think, fluff, Christmas stuff 

Word Count: 1.5k

A/N: This will be more like ten or eleven days of Xmas thing bc I couldn’t come up w more, so there will be a gap between some updates!! I hope you guys enjoy day 1!!

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Giggles fill the halls of the Avengers HQ. Those unmistakable giggles that belong to the one, and only, Morgan Stark. The giggles that awake your slumber because they're so shriek-like. It's adorable any other time when you're not sleeping. Nonetheless, much as you expected, your bedroom door silently opens and any sound disappears as the tiny girl, who's not as tiny as before, creeps into the room. Her feet quietly pad against the hard floors and you can feel Peter's grip tighten on your abdomen. Almost as if he's bracing himself. As subtly as you can, you check the time, which reads 9:30 AM.

Then suddenly, you feel tiny cold hands press against any exposed skin, and you have to hold back from flinching. Before you know it, the not-so sneaky little girl yells right into your ear, "Wake up! Christmas is coming!"

Shooting right up in your spot, you groan at the sudden loudness. You were not expecting that, at all. In fact, neither was Peter, based on how quick he shot up and covered his ears. Morgan giggles as you playfully glare at her, but then you play your favorite card against her. Your glare turns into a frown and you make your lips quiver a bit and you lean into Peter as you begin to pretend to cry.

"Morg, why would you d-do that?" you ask sadly, feeling Peter wrap his arms around as he plays along. This kid is such a traitor, you think. Morgan notices, and because she still falls for it, her devious smile turns into a slight frown. "You scared me, Morgan, and now," you state as you push yourself closer to Peter. "I'm gonna cry."

Morgan jumps up and wraps her arms around you. "I'm sorry, N/N!" she exclaims rather guiltily. As much as you love dragging on jokes, you pull the girl into a tight hug, smiling and laughing as you let her know you were just joking. "But next time, maybe don't scream in people's ears?" you ask. Morgan nods, grabbing your hand excitedly and attempting to get you to stand up.

"Daddy said we're decorating today!" Morgan chatters excitedly. The tiny girl running out of the room, her feet still loudly padding against the hard floors. Suddenly, another door slams open and you can hear Morgan yell Harley's name from the door. "Y/N said not to yell in people's ears, so I'm yelling from the door!"

A laugh rips through your lips, shooting straight from your belly in amusement over the girl's ingenuity. Peter's laughter mixes with yours as the two of you finally get up from your bed and head to the closet to grab some clothes. "Iron Man boxers?" you ask, finally looking over at Peter as he reaches for some of his clothes. At this point, he might as well just live with you. Almost all of his clothes are here in your closet. Peter's cheeks turn a bright red as you giggle.

"They were a gift from your dad," Peter says slightly flustered, as he turns around and grabs a long sleeve shirt, some black jeans, and other articles of clothing. You, on the other hand, can't help but stare at him.  Taking in every inch of him, stopping to admire his arms and his butt for a few seconds longer. You bite your lip, not able to look away. "I can feel you staring," he states as he bends down to grab something. He sticks his butt out some more, doing it on purpose.

"Damn, Peter," you exclaim. "I think you got more ass than me-"

"Definitely not something I wanted to hear this morning," your father says as he enters your room and stands at the door of your closet. "Nice underoos, underoos," Tony says, nodding at Peter before turning to look at you. "This family runs on the idea of having a great ass, we will not let webs over here ruin that," he continues. "But I just came to say that all your new decorations came in and we're all getting so antsy to put them up."

"Oh sweet," you exclaim. "Give us like ten minutes and we'll be down," you say as you begin looking for some clothes of your own. Tony agrees, walking away and shutting your bedroom door. When you turn around, you see Peter staring at you this time.

"You might be right," Peter says as he stands in front of the mirror in your closet. Going between checking you and himself out. "I think I might just have more ass than you."

After 15 minutes, you and Peter head to the common room, where almost everyone is sitting around. Pepper and Morgan sit in their pajamas still, watching Elf on the large TV. Harley sits on the love seat with Rhodey. Happy and Tony walk in from the kitchen with a mug each and sit on the large couch with Pepper and Morgan. "Good morning," both you and Peter greet everyone, earning some greetings back. "Where's everyone else?"

"May and Wanda are in the kitchen making hot chocolate. Steve, Nat, Sam, and Buck are all bringing in the trees and other decorations that were in storage."

As the words leave your father's mouth, you walk over to the packages that sit stacked against the elevator wall. A total of 12 boxes. A smile makes its way across your lips as you walk over to the boxes, opening the smallest one at the top. Inside sits a medium-sized Tiffany-blue box. A few seconds later, you put the box back and join the others in watching Elf until the others return with the tree for the common room of the compound. There was also a second one, which Tony revealed was for the penthouse. You all spend half the time there, the other half in the common room.

"Let's get to it!" Tony exclaims, making everyone stand up. The movie was promptly changed to Christmas music instead. The first thing you all decided to do was put up the Christmas tree and work around it. Steve, Tony, and Pepper all worked to fluff it out. Meanwhile, Peter, Harley, and Sam worked to untangle all the lights. Bucky worked on untangling the tinsel. Morgan, Nat and yourself all worked on getting the hanging decorations to look nice or by putting the hooks on them. Rhodey and Happy were busy documenting the moment by recording on the camera Tony had just bought a couple days ago for just this.

Everyone made a game of it. Stand around the tree and everyone passes the tinsel or the lights around to wrap it around the tree. It was unnecessary, but it was fun, so why not? Finally, once the tinsel and the lights were done, the hanging decorations were up next. Everyone grabbed their favorites and just any random plain ones they could and started putting them all up on the tree. At some point, May and Wanda came out with trays of hot chocolate with marshmallows and whipped cream and trays of cookies. They decided to join in on the decorating before everyone decided to take a break for some chocolate and cookies.

"Wow, these are so good, May," Pepper states as she takes a big bite of her tree-shaped cookie. May shrugs, thanking her as she takes a bite of her own cookies. "It was a recipe that Peter and I used to make, but then times got hard. But nonetheless, it's nice to make them again," May explains, earning a smile from Peter.

"Chocolate is really good too, Wanda," you exclaim. Wanda smiles. "Trick is to use actual chopped chocolate rather than the powder. Tastes better that way."

After the short break, everyone got back to decorating. However, now that the Christmas tree was done, that meant it was time for the rest of the room to be decorated. Lights went up around the whole room's ceiling. Gel clings were placed on the inside of the windows and stockings were hung on the walls. A wreath is placed above the elevator and the pillows on the couches are replaced with matching Christmas ones. Overall, the room looks more cozy and colorful.

After that room was done, the party moved upstairs to the penthouse. Everyone decided to go help out there. Sitting in the center of the living room was a large tree, much like the one in the common room. However, it's bare and needs some fluffing. So, Pepper, Tony, and Steve get to fluffing that one out as well. You all get to untangling lights and tinsel as well as adding hooks and strings to the hanging decorations.

As everyone gathered around the tree, you smile, knowing that this is your family. No matter how fucked up you all are, how dangerous your life may be, that crazy bunch of people who are helping decorate that tree are your family and you hope it stays that way forev-

"Peter, just because you can stuff ten cookies in your mouth doesn't mean you should."

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Hideaway

Hey guys!! So I randomly had a dream that included Ransom even though I haven’t seen the movie yet (I know I’m trying lol). Although my whole dream wasn’t about him, this imagine is based off of a small part and hopefully you guys like it! 😊💕

Pairing: Ransom Drysdale x Black Reader

Warnings: None

“ARE YOU MAD?! YOU THINK ITS OK TO STORAGE FOOD LIKE THIS?!!,” Gordon Ramsey yelled at yet another restaurant owner while going through their pantry.

Shaking your head, you laugh in disbelief as the kitchen staff begins the blame game pointing fingers at everyone else on why things aren’t correct. While sitting at home on a Friday night watching tv might not be ideal for everyone, you had been looking forward to it all week.

Although you loved your job of being a kindergarten teacher, and your students, you definitely needed some me time on the weekends. Thus why you were currently snuggled under your blanket in your pajama shorts and an old graphic tee with your favorite snacks beside you and loving every minute of it.

Just as a commercial comes on, a strong knock on your front door slightly startles you from the noise as well as the fact that you weren’t expecting anyone. Making your way to your front door, you look through the peephole to meet an unpleasant surprise.

Dressed up in black pants and dress shoes along with a white button down shirt stained with red wine, there stood your best friend since 3rd grade, Ransom Drysdale, looking rich and smug as always.

“Cupcake!,” he smiled with open arms.

You hated that nickname ever since he gave it to you in high school, and he knew that too which is why he kept using it. Long story short, never ask Ransom to pretend to be your boyfriend so a not so secret admirer can leave you alone.

“Hugh,” you smile back, arms crossed in front of you as he rolls his eyes. Just as you hated “cupcake” he hated his first name, Hugh, which was all the ammunition you needed to annoy him.

“What are you doing here and what happened to your shirt?”

“Well, lets just say Candice isn’t my biggest fan right now,” he explains, walking into your apartment and sitting on the arm of your couch.

“Ok so I’m guessing that’s where the wine stain came from, but that still doesn’t explain why you’re here when you have your own place you could be at right now.”

“Because she kicked me out of said place,” he sighs rubbing his temple. “We we’re having dinner and one thing led to another and she kicked me out, which is why I’m here.”

Knowing him for so long, you knew when Ransom wasn’t fully telling the truth. But in a situation like this, you thought it best to just leave it alone.

“Here give me your shirt,” you finally speak after a few moments of silence.

“Cupcake?!,” he gasps, hand on his chest and signature smirk across his face. “You know I always had my suspicions that you might have a thing for me.”

“Give me your shirt so I can wash it genius,” you retort holding your hand out. Laughing, he unbuttons his shirt before placing it in your hands.

“Let me get this started and I’ll bring you a new pair of clothes. Until then there’s food and drinks in the fridge, and don’t break anything,” you reply before disappearing to your laundry room.

He may not seem like it, but Ransom was grateful you were always there for him. Anytime he needed to get away from everything, or an irate girlfriend, he knew you’d welcome him in for as long as he needed. Well within reason that is.

That’s why Candice, or any of his exes for that matter, didn’t like you. No matter how many times you assured them that you and Ransom were just friends and you wouldn’t dare do anything to compromise their relationship, they still didn’t trust you. And in those times they found out he was hiding out at your place, it always made the situation worse resulting in a screaming match or a flat out break up.

Wrapped up in Gordon Ramsey gagging while trying entrees at a restaurant, a knock at the door makes him sigh at having to move from his spot on the couch.

“Oh hi I’m Bo, I live across the hall over there. Sorry for interrupting your evening I was just gonna give Y/N her mail, they accidentally put it in my box again.” About an inch taller than Ransom, a muscular man with short black hair and deep brown eyes stood in the doorway clearly just getting back from his workout from the clothes he was wearing and water bottle in hand.

“Thanks I’ll make sure she gets it,” he answers with a dry smile, taking the few envelopes from his other hand.

“So you must be her boyfriend,” Bo speaks up just as Ransom moves to close the door. Looking puzzled with one eyebrow raised, he crosses his arms in front of him to discretely show off his muscles and subtly say “yea, you’re not the only one who lifts.”

“Who wants to know?”

“Oh I don’t mean any disrespect, I just assumed since I’ve seen you around here a few times, plus I mean you did just open the door without a shirt,” he nervously laughs. “I mean if you guys are just friends though, I wouldn’t mind taking her out. Don’t tell her I said that though!”

“Hm, well good thing she already has a boyfriend then huh?,” Ransom smugly smiles before closing the door in Bo’s face.

“Who was at the door?,” you ask returning with a pair of sweats and shirt for him to wear.

“Just one of your comical neighbors giving you your mail, and are you hoarding my stuff now?”

“No, more like holding it in a lost and found since you keep leaving stuff over here!”

“Like you don’t like having little momentos of me here,” he smirks putting on his plain dark grey shirt. “Plus I know you wear my shirts sometimes.”

Scoffing, you laugh as you sit down on the couch to continue your “Kitchen Nightmares” marathon while he goes in your room to change his pants. In all honesty though, he was right about you wearing his shirts. So yea you sometimes wore them when you wanted to feel extra cozy, what girl doesn’t like oversized shirts?

And yea you might’ve also liked how they somehow still smelled like him, that didn’t mean anything!

Before he could sit down coming back from the bathroom, he looks down at his vibrating phone before sucking his teeth.

“Yes?,” he answers sounding exhausted and not in the mood to talk as he leans against the counter.

“Where are you?,” Candice asks. Shrill voice traveling all the way to where you were sat on the couch.

“Why does it matter, you kicked me out remember?”

“I know but that doesn’t mean I don’t care about you or want to make sure you’re ok.”

“Well don’t worry I’m fine.”

“Why are you talking so low? Wait are you at her place?!”

“Candice don’t-,”

“No Ransom Drysdale are you at Y/N’s apartment yes or no?!”

Hearing him get quiet, you slightly turn to see him look at you before looking down at the floor. “Yes”

“Why am I not surprised. You know what, since she’s the one you always want to run to, she can have you because I’m done! Hope you both have a nice life!”

And with that, her voice was gone and you could hear Ransom put his phone in his pocket as he sat beside you.

“I’m so sorry Ransom, I didn’t mean to cause anything-,”

“Don’t apologize. This happened because of something going on way before I came here tonight,” he interrupts looking straight ahead at the tv screen.

“But that’s the thing, I’m what’s been going on and it’s been that way for a while now,” you respond. “Look Ransom, maybe it’d be best that you not come over anymore or that we not even be friends.”

Muting the tv, he turns to look at you. The intensity from his blue eyes making you slightly nervous from never experiencing it before.

“Is that what you want?”

“I mean of course not, but your girlfriends-,”

“Let me worry about my at the time girlfriend, ok? But if you don’t want to be friends anymore, or want me over, then say the word and it’s done. So I ask you again, is that what you want?”

“....No it’s not.”

“Then it’s settled,” he responds turning the sound back on the tv. “So how are those germ infested piranhas of yours?”

“1. Don’t call them that and 2. They’re good,” you laugh taking a few sips of your juice. “You should come during story time one day and read to them!”

“I think I’d rather swim with actual piranhas,” he answers stealing a few of your chips.

———

Waking up with a stretch, you look at your phone to see that it’s 2 am and that both you and Ransom had fallen asleep on the couch.

“Ransom, wake up we fell asleep.” Lightly shaking his shoulder, his eyes flutter open as he yawns lifting his head.

“What time is it?”

“A little after 2 am. Since it’s so late you can crash here if you want.”

“Ok just hand me a pillow and I’ll sleep out here,” he sleepily answers, rubbing his eyes as he sits upright.

“You can sleep in the bed you know, it’s not like we haven’t shared before.”

“Trying to take advantage of me in my vulnerable state huh?,” he smirks removing part of the blanket from his lap.

“Whatever I was just offering because I know a certain spoiled brat is gonna complain about his back in the morning if he does sleep on the couch,” you counter with a smirk of your own.

Rolling his eyes, he helps you clean up before following you to your room and taking off his shirt and sweats before sliding into bed. Wrapping your hair up in your bonnet, you climb in your side of the bed, cutting off the light on your bedside table.

“Night cupcake,” Ransom smiles.

“Night Hugh,” you softly laugh, turning away from him towards the starlit sky outside your window.

Feeling the bed shift beside you from his movements, you start to turn your head to tell Ransom to calm down, but are cut off by his strong arm wrapping around your waist and gently bringing you towards his chest. With his breath lightly tickling the back of your neck, you weren’t sure if it was your heart racing or his from how close you were.

Again, you’d shared a bed plenty of times, but never gotten this close before so you were definitely caught off guard. However, you couldn’t lie that being there made you feel comfortable, secure, and more relaxed than you had been in a while.

“Um Ransom you awake still?,” you ask barely above a whisper.

“Hm,” he replies basically telling you that in the next few minutes, he’d be in a deep sleep.

“I doubt you’ll tell me, but what did you and Candice fight about over dinner?”

Only hearing his soft snores, you figure you’ll never know what happened, and took that as a sign that you probably shouldn’t, since he would just tell you not to worry about it if you asked him tomorrow. Before drifting off to sleep yourself though, you hear him mumble something you couldn’t quite understand.

“What did you say?”

“You,” he repeats burying his head into the back of your neck as your heart beats so loud, you doubt you’ll ever get back to sleep.

Again hope you guys like it and sorry if it’s super long or non-canon😬 (hopefully it’s canon though since I tried really hard to capture Ransom and his Ransomness lol)

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Promissum

A/N: I started this awhile back and decided to finish it now, its bad and I have ABSOLUTELY no idea why I wrote it but uhh here and im so so sorry

summary: Roman looks for Patton on a quiet evening, a delighted smell guides his journey

pairings: Royality

warnings: none except some light angst

“Logan have you seen Patton?” Roman inquires peeking into the logicals sides study. He looks up from his book thinking if only for a moment, a sinking feeling as he shakes his head. “Rats!” Roman snaps his fingers. “Thanks anyway” He closes the door carefully, minimizing the creaking it causes.

“Hey Ro, whatcha doing?” Virgil asks from behind scaring the prince. Roman turns, glaring slightly at Virgil. “Sorry, what's got you so jumpy?”

“Im looking for Patton, have you seen him?” Roman tries his luck, if anyone knew where he was Virgil was his best bet.

“Mmm, he just checked in with everyone before bed...I think Remus was the last to see him” Virgil shrugs, cocking his head towards Romans lesser half. “Why? Whats up?” Roman sighs, fiddling with his sash, Virgil inches closer examining him. “Rooooooman” He stretches, prying his way through the defenses.

“I just need to talk to him ok?” Roman blurts, Virgil snickers patting him on the back as he walks away, presumably towards his room. “Ok, Remus...remus” Roman mumbles, hesitantly strolling down the hall towards his brothers room. Feeling less than confident he knock, the door swinging open a moment later.

“Haven't seen him, Dee might know” Remus yawns, Roman sighs, not an uncommon occurrence. When they try, they can keep their thoughts separate, when they don't care it melds into one. “Night” He shuts the door promptly, giving Roman no other option. Luckily, the mysterious side emerges from his room, giving Roman the perfect opportunity to inquire about the whereabouts of the moral side.

“Good evening Roman” Deceit greets, Roman smiles with his teeth, Deceit groans. “What do you need?” He offers

“Would you happen to know where Patton is?” He asks for what seems like the millionth time. Deceit nods, and finally Romans quest leads to something.

“He checked in on everyone, and when I asked him where he was going he told me-” Deceit coughs “I'm going to be in the imagination for a little bit if you need me” Deceit mimics in perfect tune, had Romans eyes been closed he would've thought it was Patton.

“Aha! Finally! Thank you! You are officially my favorite!” Roman exclaims, rushing a smushed kiss on Deceits cheek, striding away without a second thought.  Deceit rolls his eyes, using his glove to wipe away the remains.

“And suddenly, I miss being hated” Deceit states, obviously joking but maybe not.

Roman reaches the end of the hall, standing triumphantly in front of the entrance to what they label the ‘Imagination’. Roman has to wonder what Patton is doing. He looks to his left, a star studded door with his own name plastered across. The sides had agreed to put the twins next to the land of wonderment, seeing as they would use it the most. Patton and Virgil were next and then Logan and Deceit, who doesn't seem to need it as much.

Opening the door could be easy or very hard, depending on whos on the other side and what they were doing. For example, when Roman and Remus use the space for training or storytelling they tend to keep it shut to protect the others from danger. Surprisingly, Roman found it quite easy to pry open. Thankfully, ruling out any danger the moral side might be experiencing. However, that thought left his mind quickly as something else wafted through.

A heavily intoxicating smell, dripping with ambrosial sweetness, blessed Romans nostrils. You know those cartoons where the character will smell something and float to it, absolutely head over heels for the source? That's how Roman felt and he isn't even past the door. Taking another step he notices how different it looked, instead of a vast field of trees and mysterious towers, it was enclosed. A cozy atmosphere, warmth and comfort engulfing Roman as he walked further into the room. The wooden floors, padded with hazel walls, lined with shelves on shelves of candy.

“Hello?” Roman calls out, grasping to whatever realism he had left. The candies were labeled, each container filled perfectly to the top. Some knocking and tripping around turned Romans attention. “Patton?” He hopes. After a moment, the moral side appears,  his goofy trademarked smile plastered on his face. Roman first notices the container he holds in his hand, then slowly everything else. The apron full of stains and marks clearly sprouting from his candy fun, his hair is practically three different colors, and his glasses aren't even covering his eyes.

“Ro!” He identifies, readjusting a container before making his way to Roman. “What's up buttercup?” He asks, Roman fixes his crooked glasses. “Thanks” He grins.

“What is all of this?” Roman marvels, his eyes landing on a container labeled caramel.

“Candy!” Patton states quite obviously, Roman turns to him raising an eyebrow. “You knew that...got it” He claps his hands together, flour (Presumably, could be a plethora of candy making ingredients) puffs into the air. “Would you like a tour?” He offers, his sweet smile.

“Oh one hundred percent!” Roman agrees, Patton squeals taking the creative’s side hand, the chalky warmth grounding Roman. They begin walking around, starting at the front, Patton leads him through the kitchen. Multiple stations are set up, representing all the different kinds of sweet treats. Before they continue, Roman tugs slightly at Patton stopping in his tracks. “But...why? Pat...what is all this for?” He questions, hoping he doesn't sound negative.

“It's fun! And not to toot my horn, but I’m good at it!” Patton compliments, rare for the moral side. Roman looks at what used to be a battlefield of adventure “Oh! I promise Ill clean up, I know you and Remus have a fun adventure tomorrow. Logan wants to browse the library soon, and Virgil wants to try his hand at a haunted house and Dee-” Roman, struggling to keep up, stops him.

“Pat, take a breather” Roman suggests, Patton smiles apologetically. “Do you have all of our schedules memorized?” Roman checks, Patton nods quickly. The sweet smell, turning grim as it hits Roman. “And you take care of the mind palace, and our rooms, and the food and oh my god…” He trails off, growing increasingly guilty. Patton frowns, following Romans own sad expression. “You don't have time during the day, so you do it at night...when do you sleep?”  Roman waits, fearing the answer.

“No no! Don't worry, I only do this every once and awhile” Patton assures, he snaps, the scene shifts. Roman and Patton sit across from one another, the space is more open but Roman can see the factory and storage in the back. “Would you like to try some candy?” Roman nods unsure, the room is bustling but there's no one there. It's just the two of them. “I added some soft noise in the back so it would feel a little less...creepy” He admits “Alone, in a factory, at night-

“Horror movie recipe” They recite in unison, laughing it off after. Patton smiles, inducing more to appear. A cart with multiple plates all labeled with candy atop appear, candles and three different beverages take their place on the table.

“Bon appetit!” Patton places two plates in front of them, Roman practically bouncing out of his chair takes a bite, slowly the evening continues until the pair find themselves huddled around the fire, blankets and fresh hot cocoa.

“This was...really nice” Roman compliments, licking the marshmallow mustache away. “You're a pretty good chef Pat” Patton looks away, hoping the amber sparks from the fire cover his ever growing blush.

“I like to bake when Im sad” Patton admits, stirring away the adorable cat mallow he created.

“But you're always baking” Roman notes, a solemn look as he watches the reflection of fire ablaze in Patton's glasses.

“I just like to bake, not just when I'm sad...I promise!” Patton assures, Roman nods a soft sigh. He moves himself closer, connecting their blankets. “Ro?”

“Do something for me?” Roman hopes, Patton hums sweetly. “Come to me? Instead of disappearing, come find me ok?” Patton yawns allowing Roman to meet his hand. “Promise? We can bake together” Roman jokes, a proposition Pattons not opposed to. “Everything's better with a partner”

“A partner…” Patton marvels, he leans his head on Romans shoulder nodding as his eyes blink their way into the dark. “I promise” He finalizes, Roman smirks relieved, cuddling closer to the moral side. His arm wraps around Patton, a soft kiss on his forehead. “I...promise” As Roman fiddles with Patton's careful fingers in his own he thinks to himself, a satisfactory ending to the perfect night.

[gegenji]

Talks of Tea, Textiles, and Travel

RP Partner: @jancisstuff​ Date: 12 June 2020

Jancis Milburga enters the smithy, her arms full of  a folded padded robe and box on top. Smiling at the reception, she asked for Chachanji, asks how they are doing, and continues to talk as she walks around the small shop to see what curiousities are stocked this time. The moment Chachanji comes into view she beams brightly.

Chachanji Gegenji || The hammering from below gives a solid hint to where the little Lalafell is, but a chime system set up from the desk to the smithy itself catches his attention as soon as it's rung. It's but a couple moments before the little Lalafell crests the stairs, and - noting who has come to visit - echoes Jancis' bright expression. "Ah, Ms. Jancis! Hallo!"

Jancis Milburga: "Chachanji! Althyk's Joy I am glad to see you again. Letters are nice, of course. Dare say it is a treat. I brought that robe you asked for and some tea from the Pillars. The House Hailenarte dries their own blend that I thought you or when others come to enjoy. May I join you downstairs? Did not have a chance to see your workshop before and it sounds like you were in the middle of a project."

Chachanji Gegenji: "Oh, th' robe tha' we were talkin' 'bout puttin' a linin'a chain mail inta fer protection?" he chirped in curious clarification, stepping forward to offer some assistance to the load she was carrying. "'n a'course ya can! Was jus' fixin' up some'a me own equipment in prep fer any troubles wit our next sub trip. C'mon down! Th' kitchen's down there too, so we can drop off th' tea too!"

Jancis Milburga smiles, thanking him as she hands over the box of tea. Gifts first. Though, at the density of tea within it's a close second to the robe for weight. "Thank you. I would like to hear more how your updates to the ship have gone. Dare say some of the Maelstrom folks I told about it thought I was telling a pub tale at first!"

Chachanji Gegenji takes the box and gives her a big ol' smile as he turns to waddle his way with it back down the stairs. "Oh, sure thin'. Honestly, we didn't get ta do much work wit th' ship thi' time, but tha's 'cuz somethin' more crazy happened. Involvin' storm machines 'n zombie fish men!"

Chachanji Gegenji tries to just get the box of tea up onto the counter but... between the counter being a bit high and the awkwardness of the size of the box, the Lalafell gives up on "the easy idea" after a couple times and patters around into the kitchen proper to put the tea box somewhere safe and dry.

Jancis Milburga looks around, just as curious to take in the kitchen and space as much as his words. She goes around the corner to really look at the size of the cooking area and storage. "Crazy is a small word for either one of those happening alone. I have not heard of such things." Jancis Milburga: "This kitchen is quite different. I will miss working closely around one another when I stay the night and help with cooking."

Chachanji Gegenji: "Well, ta be fair, I didn't know there was a storm machine 'til talkin' wit ev'ryone afterward," he admitted as he put the box away and turned back to her. "Jus' tha' there was a big ol' storm brewin' when we got there. Had to pull th' ship up onto th' beach 'n then help make levies 'n stuff ta help deal wit th' stormy waters!" He blinks at her comment and looks about the kitchen. "Ah, I 'spose it IS a bit less cozy, huh? Still, it has more space fer more nummy food 'n some more tools ta help-- Chachanji Gegenji: --make it!"

Jancis Milburga apologizes, "I meant it fondly! This is wonderful and you are right. We can make a lot of things. And everyone else who stays here! You build such nices homes, Chachanji." Jancis Milburga: "Especially as Torene grows and wants to help, too. That will be three pairs of hands at least."

Chachanji Gegenji: "Ah, all th' thanks should go ta th' builder tha' th' folks at th' Roadhouse suggested ta me fer when I was thinkin'a makin' some minor changes." A bashful chuckle. "Ended up bein'... a lil' bit more than jus' some minor changes in th' end, though." A scratching at his floof that pauses and his mood immediately brightens on the mention of little Torene. "Ah! How's lil' Torene doin', anyroad? Prolly glad th' weather's warmin' up 'n bein' able ta go 'round outside more?"

Jancis Milburga smiles, "She is well. Alas, the weather does not warm up much in the Pillars. Her uncle gifted her with paints. So she has been enjoying those. She makes the most amazing swirls of colors. You are right, though. Staying elsewhere for the Summer would be nice." Jancis Milburga: "And staying with good friends."

Chachanji Gegenji: "Oh, yeah... 's always so cold up 'round those parts." He shivers a little, his dislike of colder climes shining through a little. He recovers quickly, though. "Well, th' guest room's yers if'n ya guys ev'r want ta come by here," he stated with a nod. "Will need ta see what she's managed ta paint too!"

Jancis Milburga beams, "You would like some of her art?"

Chachanji Gegenji: "A'course! Would love ta see what's she's makin'," he responds with another nod. "Who knows. Mebbe I can get some put up 'round th' place. Give it s'more of a homely touch upstairs."

Jancis Milburga: "I will ask her to make one for you. That is a wonderful idea. Art is meant to be shared. Put up. I will not forget. Forgive me, we were talking about preparing your armor after the seas were too stormy. And purposefully it sounds like. That makes no sense. Save for a sure wind, sailors prefer calm seas."

Chachanji Gegenji chuckles. "'s fine, 's fine," he reassures her with a wave of his hand. "Well, th' place we're tryin' ta get to under th' water has a weather machine 'r somethin' innit, apparently. So - since both times we were gonna take th' sub out th' weather got bad - I started wonderin' if'n somethin' was up. Was thinkin' it was th' kami warnin' us'a th' dangers... but 'pparently could be tha' thin' too. Though we dunno if'n it's bein' used actively ta stop us or jus'... y'know, coincidence." Chachanji Gegenji: "Will hafta see if'n it happens a third time, I 'spose."

Jancis Milburga furrows her brow, "The wavekin being hostile, the weather forced to be the same. Nymeia's Grace, that would be quite the coincidence. And there are little ones involved. You are right to get prepared for the worst while expecting the best." Jancis Milburga: "And you spoke of zombies." Jancis Milburga frowns more.

Chachanji Gegenji: "Yeah. 'n not jus' wit me armor. 'pparently Virara's been down there too... so I figgered I'd see if'n she'd be willin' ta come help," he stated with a nod. "'cuz... yeah. 'pparently some of th' other folks have dealt wit these zombie fishmen 'n never told me." He pouts, it seemed to be a bit of a sore spot for some reason. "'specially considerin' some of th' ones tha' showed up were pretty big! Like... not full Gojirafell big but... still pretty big!" He motioned with his hands in some vague-- Chachanji Gegenji: --attempt to imply how tall they were. Chachanji Gegenji: "... Act'lly, considerin' how many there were durin' tha' storm 'n th' danger they caused ta th' levies 'n stuff... I may'a thought 'bout goin' Big ta try'n distract 'em 'r hold 'em off..." He scratches at his cheek. "'c-course, th' LAST time sea folk saw tha' form... didn't go too well, as ya 'member..." Referring to the boat trip to Kugane. "So... 'm glad we managed ta distract 'em instead wit'out me havin' ta do tha'..."

Jancis Milburga tries to see the invisible measurements he motions on. "Thal's Flame." She swears quietly. Jancis Milburga: "That is true. It could cause others to run into harm out of confusion. Still a good thought, though, when the need is greatest. Or perhaps under the waves, before it reaches the others?"

Chachanji Gegenji: "Mebbe..." He seems a bit thoughtful on the subject. Perhaps a couple of situations had come up where he felt going Big might've actually been useful, a bit of a detour from his usual feeling of not using it except in absolute dire emergencies. When it might be too late by that point anyway. "'s... somethin' I'll hafta think on. 'course, usin' it when we're in th' sub or down in th' undersea place we're goin'... might not be such a good idea." An awkward chuckle.

Jancis Milburga smiles thoughtfully, "Sounds like the armor you made for the ship though withstood enough that you did not have to. It was not compromised. You are so aware of others around you. Do you think you could tell the crew or some of them of your abilities?" Jancis Milburga: "I am lucky, I was there figuring it out with you."

Chachanji Gegenji: "I mean... mebbe?" he admitted. "I mean, Ms. Aya is one'a th' folks takin' part 'n she's a good friend." He fidgets, though. "But... mebbe it ain't such a good idea? After all, there's already a lot we're dealin' wit 'tween our goals 'n Ms. Seseka's goals 'n th' Eglantines' goals... 'n tha's ev'n a'fore all th' stuff with th' place we're goin' ta gets added in. What wit th' fishmen zombies 'n th' weather machine 'n whatev'r other gadgets they gots down there..." Chachanji Gegenji: "I... dun really want to add more potential pro'lems 'r distractions ta th' pile."

Jancis Milburga nods, "I have no doubt you know the best approach and the capabilities of everyone with you as much as your own. It is nice to think it through outloud. I like it." Jancis Milburga: "Then the armor."

Chachanji Gegenji: "I 'unno 'bout th' -best- approach," he admits bashfully. "Though... mebbe I should look inta ways ta make sure I dun go big while 'm down there. Mebbe take one'a Tiroro's ol' antimagic potions a'forehand jus' in case..." He cants his head this way and that thoughtfully. And then he blinks. "Oh! Right! Th' armor. Should we get yer robe all chainmail'd up?"

Jancis Milburga squeezes the robe draped over her arms. "I meant yours, but if you wish to look over this now and figure out what would work well for me."

Chachanji Gegenji: "Oooh! Yeah. Me armor should be plenty good down there, 'specially if'n we also have someone like Virara 'round ta help wit zombie-punchin'," he affirms after a bit of an embarassed blush and chuckle. "'n yeah! I can do it now. I haven't needed ta break out me armor as much as'a late so... mosta what I was doin' was makin' some minor adjustments 'n jus' makin' sure it was all ship-shape fer... uh... wearin' on th' ship."

Jancis Milburga: "And in the water I can imagine. That is one of mine concerns with the robe. I practiced wearing armor before and dare admit it is difficult. Especially on my hands or feet.

Chachanji Gegenji: "Well, hopefully I won't be in th' water itself much at all... th' inside'a th' sub's pretty dry 'n 'm hopin' th' undersea place is too..." He seems a bit less certain on that part. "W-well, 'm sure if'n it's wet there, Virara'll be able ta warn me a'forehand. Will need ta make sure ta ask 'er..." He taps at his chin before shaking his head and returning to the topic at hand. "Ah, yeah, gauntlets can kinda make more delicate finger movements more difficult... so tha' could def'nitely be-- Chachanji Gegenji: a pro'lem if'n ya need ta cast yer magicks 'n stuff..." Chachanji Gegenji: "But if'n it's jus' th' robe, it shouldn't hinder those movements too much. Yer arms might feel a bit heavier but if'n it's still light 'nuff fer ya, it could be somethin' ya jus' get used ta." He cants his head this way and that. "... It might not be a perfect match but... I thin' ya might be able ta try wearin' one'a me chainmail-lined yukata's like a shirt 'n see how tha' feels? Can use tha' ta figger out how much 'r how little chain ta put in th' robe?"

Jancis Milburga tilts her head curiously as she listens, nodding along, echoing his words with agreement. "Virara will." "Pretty dry." She frees one arm to show Chachanji her wraps as they are, sewn in with details and natural charms. "Verily. I do. Or healing work in the field. I have these in case I am disarmed I can still accomplish some conjury. Or if I need to carry someone." She comes closer and looks over the yukata. "Okay. I will try on whatever you like."

Chachanji Gegenji looks over the wraps with wide, surprised eyes. "Whoa. Ya can do stuff like tha' wit these?" He looks up at her with admiration even as she draws closer to look at his own outfit. He shoulders off the outer layer of his yukata and holds it up for her to see. Given his stocky frame - coupled with his further attempts to blur this fact with his clothing - Jancis could probably slip her arms through the sleeves pretty easily. They'd just end just past her elbows, and the coat itself would-- Chachanji Gegenji: --probably come down about her waist. Like he said: it's be like a shirt for her. Chachanji Gegenji || Should she take it, though, she'd note it was actually rather heavy. As if the jacket were sopping wet and pulled down with water weight. It would be hard to tell how many ponze of extra weight it actually had, but might make her wonder how he moves around so freely wearing it. Like some manner of secret, constant heavy armor training!

Jancis Milburga nods, "Yes. It is made of parts of wands. So not able to build as much energy at once, but enough to close wounds or defend myself up within touch." She murmurs, making a small orb of water in her palm then floats it away, showing the limited range as they get a mist of evaporating water showering down on them. She sets down her robe and reaches to take the yukata.

Chachanji Gegenji watches it with that selfsame awe as when she mentioned she could use the wraps to cast the spells. Having a demonstration just confirming how impressive it was to him.  "Tha's really impressive, 'n sounds really handy."

Jancis Milburga smiles humbly, unaware of the color on her face. "You are kind to say so." She shifts, failing to heft the yukata first and clearly not ready for the actual weight of it. Still she brings it up to hold against her own shoulders in front and looks at it. Taking it over her tunic, she slides it on, needing some extra lift on the shoulders before getting his yukata on properly. Then she lifts her arms up, spanning out the sleeves. "Thaliak only knows how you move so well in this." Jancis Milburga: "You move as if wearing air. Forgive me, dear Chachanji, this is quite heavy. I would be able to wear this and carry nothing more."

Chachanji Gegenji: "A-ah, well, like I said... could def'nitely go wit somethin' lighter," he explained. "Tha's... um... jus' what I wear. More protection but, a'course, heavier. Ya... kinda get used to it. Honestly, feels weird when I dun have th' lined clothin' on these days." An awkward chuckle. "B-but anyroad, th' idea is ya'd hafta deal wit a bit more weight like tha' - but not nearly as much, a'course. And ya can still move yer hands 'n feet freely."

Jancis Milburga doesn't make a move to take it off, still giving the yellow fabric a thoughtful look on herself. "I see. I can imagine. It is surprising comforting to wear. Like a heavy blanket." She nods, focusing back on his words. "I worried you with a wound to mine torso. Perhaps not the arms, then? Or specifiic areas that are more vulnerable?"

Chachanji Gegenji nods. "Tha' can be done too!" he confirms with a smile. "Dun hafta line th' whole thin'. Could keep th' arms chain-free. Or even jus' th' torso so th' length'a robe below th' waist dun weigh ya down 'r trip ya up... like havin' a lil' chain shirt on at th' same time as th' robe."

Jancis Milburga finally takes off his yukata carefully, handing it back. Her robe has been mended and cleaned since the battle. Stitchwork shows the repairs, but within is a steady thick layer of padding that adds its own weight. Her wound would have been severely worse if not for the padding taking the brunt of the blow as she holds it up and open for inspection. "I also do not know what materials you want to use or what I should acquire." Jancis Milburga: "It comes through, what you mean by asking to do this for me, Chachanji. Much as I do not mean to worry anyone, I understand. It means a lot that you want to protect me."

Chachanji Gegenji: "Hm. Well, we'd want somethin' lightweight but decently strong..." he murmurs thoughtfully. "Titanium is th' material tha' jumps out at me first 'n foremost... buuuut..." He cants his head. "It's a bit pricier 'n not quite as protective but... somethin' like Mythril 'r - better - Mythrite could both protect ya 'n also mebbe help also boost yer magicks? Mythril 'n th' like are like th' softer metals tha' Goldsmiths user fer wands 'n stuff, after all." Chachanji Gegenji finally seems to realize she's still holding out the top of his yukata to him and takes it with a bashful smile and quick-and-quiet apology before putting it back on. Slipping it on as if it were as air, as she had alluded to earlier. And perhaps looking a bit more comfortable again with the familiar weight of it.

Jancis Milburga blinks with clear interest at his words. Somehow more than usual, "Would it be useful to you to work in soft metals as well? Like practice?" Jancis Milburga: "That does sound more ideal if it is something I can perhaps use my robe for, aiding in easing my own wounds, or even spreading over someone. A multiple use tool!"

Chachanji Gegenji: "Well, th' soft metals 'r def'nitely somethin' I dun work wit as much... 's more goldsmith territory 'n tha's th' part'a smithin' I always had a bit'a trouble wit," he admits, scratching at his floof. "Mythril 'n mythrite are light metals, but they ain't soft... so I can work wit them better'n tryin' ta makin somethin' outta silver 'r gold 'r somethin'. And since it's more like normal metals, it'll give better protection than th' soft metals would." A pause. "Though, I -could- fold in a thin-- Chachanji Gegenji: layer'a soft metal. Would make it a lil' less defensively sound but could also boost yer protection from bad magics. Th' Garleans gild some of their stuff wit gold to magic-proof it, y'know." Chachanji Gegenji: "I wouldn't go tha' heavy, though. Too much 'n it act'lly blocks magic use - which is why th' Garleans use it. No magic ta block so they can lay it on thick."

Jancis Milburga repeats 'light but not soft' and takes in the smith's words, her own look of awe at learning just a hint of what experience had given him to say. "Of course. I have seen other engineers keep it on hand for the magitek equipment that has been salvaged. Dare say having resistance to magic would be equally useful to me. Not so much less defensive as spreading out the capability? A lesser hit is better than full on for me. The wound I received that caused you concern was different." Jancis Milburga: "I was not in melee. Tiergan's mind got compromised by the beast we were fending off and it forced his sword to swing at me."

Chachanji Gegenji: "Mr. Tiergan?" His eyes go wide. The name was familiar, but it had been quite some time since he had encountered the white-haired Miqo'te in question. Still... "Oh man... hope he's akay too..." And there's a worried little frown. "A-anyroad. Given th' circumstances, 'm thinkin' a light layer'a mythrite chain around the torso in th' robe might work best fer ya. Decent protection, a bit'a aether protection, 'n might help bolster yer own aether a lil' when ya cast yer magicks." Chachanji Gegenji: "'n, a'course, if'n it ends up bein' too heavy 'r dampenin' yer magic more than helpin' it... can always take it back out."

Jancis Milburga lowers the robe, looking saddened, "He is well, but was very tough on himself after it happened. He made me a cake when I recovered. It was lovely. Vanilla and chocolate with fruit decorating the top." She nods and echoes his plan of action for her robe. Jancis Milburga: "Would you like me to leave this robe with you in the meantime while I gather supplies or take it with me for now?"

Chachanji Gegenji: "I prolly woulda been pretty upset if'n I had done th' same thin'," he admits. "Well, mebbe not th' cake part. Ya know 'm still not tha' good at cookin' yet." An awkward chuckle. "But... um... y'know what I mean." He scratches at his cheek, taking her segue back to the robe as an out rather willingly. "Oh, ah. Well, I can keep it here if'n ya'd like so ya have less ta carry 'round when ya have th' supplies. But if'n ya still might wanna wear it in th' meantime, ya can take it wit ya too." Chachanji Gegenji: "Would likely jus' be kept in me changin' room until ya got back. Oh! I have a proper changin' room now!" Chachanji Gegenji points off to where that curtained off area had been they had walked past on the way to the kitchen.

Jancis Milburga asks, "Changing room?" Just as he answers and she looks over. "If it will not be useful to you here, I will take it with me." Jancis Milburga peeks in. "This room is only for changing?"

Chachanji Gegenji: "Changin', gettin' measurements if'n needed..." He pauses. "Ah! Tha' might be somethin' I'd need th' robe fer. I dun thin' I've gotten yer measurements at any point..."

Jancis Milburga: "I did not think of that. We can do that whenever you wish." Jancis Milburga finds a place to set her robe. The stool. Best spot. Jancis Milburga opens the curtain and nearly walks into Chachanji, shuffling to a stop. "What must I do?"

Chachanji Gegenji: "Ah, well, we can do tha', sure," he agrees. "Tha's us'lly what we need if'n I'm makin' a full piece from scratch. But since I'll be linin' th' robe, it's not as important... though havin' th' measurements can make sure it all sits right 'n I can make some minor adjustments ta th' robe as well in th' process so it all hinders yer movement as lil' as possible."

Jancis Milburga smiles. "Thank you. Being made just for me. I am not sure how to express how happy I feel." She heads back into the changing room, leaving the curtain open. "This is almost like someone getting measured for a dress like in a book."

Chachanji Gegenji: "Which... given yer need ta move 'round fer spells 'n fer helpin' th' wounded... 's prolly a good idea," he admits quietly, rubbing at his chin. Before realizing Jancis has already gone back in to get said measurements. "Ah, w-well, 's fer th' same sorta purpose, right?" he admits as he follows and goes to grab his tape measure and something to write the numbers down on. "Needs ta make sure ev'rythin' fits right. Whether fer lookin' pretty or fer makin' sure yer armor protects ya properly 'n-- Chachanji Gegenji: --doesn't get in th' way!" Chachanji Gegenji: "Anyroad, le's get you all measured up 'n we'll be good ta go!"

Jancis Milburga smiles at you.

[cutaepatootie]

Animal - 06

Pairing: Jungkook | Reader Genre: boxer jungkook | angst | some fluff if you squint and sarcasm but basically ANGST Word Count: 13k

Warnings: mentions of drugs, violence, blood, wounds... 

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A/N: tumblr links are a shit right now and they’re literaly draining all my patience, I can’t link part 5 or 6 anywhere, but you can still find them if you search for the tag “animal” in my page. I hope I haven’t hyped you all up too much about this chapter and that it lives up to your expectations!

Present day…

The man takes a long pause.

His eyes have remained lost in the dark clouds that cover the sky the entire time, and the girl watches him with curious eyes from her seat at the foot of his hospital bed.

She frowns, looking at her watch.

It’s only been an hour since he started telling her his story, but she feels as if it’s only been minutes. How is it possible that he has told her six months of his life in an hour that feels like minutes? How is it possible that someone’s life gets reduced to a couple of memories, words told to some stranger in a hospital room in the span of a few minutes?

“Do you need anything, Mr. Jeon?” the girl asks, her voice low as if she doesn’t want to interrupt the thoughts that are crossing the man’s mind.

It takes a while for the man to go back to reality and answer the young nurse’s question.

“I’d like a glass of water,” he finally says, voice raspy after all that talking.

“Of course,” the girl nods, jumping from the bed. “I’ll be right back.”

The man nods back, the movement so small the girl’s not sure if she has seen it or if she has imagined it.

She stares at his side profile one last time before walking out of the room in search of that glass of water. As the girl walks down the corridor towards the nurses’ room, she can’t help but think about how someone can end up so alone and sad after nearly having had the world in the palm of his hand.

2019, 42 years ago…

To say that you were nervous would be an understatement. Winter holidays had gone by in a blur and soon you were back to the city. You were back home, with your best friends and the boys who had become your small and dysfunctional family. You were all hanging around at Taehyung’s apartment, drinking and having fun. But instead of drinking and having fun like the rest were, you were just nervous, your eyes darting towards the door every time the doorbell rang.

“I’ll open it!” Hoseok said, standing up from his seat and running towards the front door.

You couldn’t help it, your eyes moved on their own towards the door, hoping to see a certain boy.

“Jimin I swear if you get drunk and break another one of my glasses…” Taehyung reprimanded the other boy as son as he entered his apartment.

“Hey, hey, It’s nice to see you too,” Jimin laughed.

Taehyung rolled his eyes and disappeared in the kitchen.

“Why do we always have to hang out at my apartment!” you heard him protest.

“Because you’re the only one who lives in apartment on his own!” Hoseok shouted so Taehyung could hear him.

“That’s not true!” Taehyung shouted back.

Evey plopped down on the couch next to you and offered you a drink. Once you saw Jimin entering Taehyung’s apartment with one of his girlfriends, you averted your eyes from the front door and looked at Evey.

“No thanks,” you said, shaking your head. “I need to be sober for what I’m planning to do tonight.”

Evey smirked at you and took a sip from the drink she had been offering you.

“So you gathered the balls – “

“The ovaries,” you corrected her. “I’m glad I don’t have those things hanging from in between my legs, thanks. Ovaries.”

“You’ll never change,” Evey laughed.

“Hey, I said this year I’d be braver and more straightforward, not less me.”

“I see, I see…” Evey nodded.

You greeted Jimin and the other girl and sat back on the couch.

“So, are you sure he’s coming tonight?” you asked.

“Yeah, I’m pretty sure he’s coming, I mean, we planned this even before the winter holidays started.”

“Hmm…” you hummed. “He wouldn’t miss a chill night at Taehyung’s apartment with free booze and the opportunity to beat everyone’s asses playing Mario Kart.”

“Exactly,” Evey agreed. “He must be late or something.”

You nodded, playing with one of the holes in the knees of your jeans absentmindedly.

“Hey,” Evey said softly, elbowing you on the side. “Don’t worry, he’ll come. I’m sure tonight’s your night.”

You bit your lower lip, nodding but not being so sure if that night was going to be your night.

“I hope so…” you mumbled under your breath.

But as the night went by and he didn’t appear, your resolve started becoming more and more fragile. You had spoken to him a couple of times through text message during the holidays, sending memes to each other here and then, but in the last few weeks the texts had turned from brief conversations to nothing.

You hoped it was because he was busy, or just wanted to give you some space… Not because he had found someone else.

You shook your head as those thoughts invaded your mind once again.

You needed to tell him how you felt, until then, you had no right to berate anything to him.

Left leg bouncing up and down, fingers intertwined as you rested your elbows on your knees, you watched one hour pass, then two.

“Didn’t Jungkook tell you he would come?” Yoongi asked as the younger boy hadn’t made an appearance yet.

“I haven’t spoken to him in a week, man,” Taehyung shrugged.

“Me neither, and he hasn’t been talking on the group chat,” Seokjin added.

You saw all the boys frown at once.

“Is he…” Hoseok trailed off, looking briefly at Evey and you.

“No, he left that shit years ago,” Taehyung quickly said in a low voice.

“Left what?” you ended up asking, not being able to stop yourself.

They way the boys shared quick glances with each other didn’t go unnoticed to you.

“You’re pretty close to him lately, you know where he is?” Hoseok asked you, averting the conversation from the previous topic.

“No, I haven’t spoken to him in a week either.”

Hoseok slumped his shoulders. Suddenly all the party-like atmosphere had disappeared.

“Where can that asshole be, then?” Namjoon growled.

“Maybe he partied too much last night and he’s passed out in his bed,” Jimin laughed. “Wouldn’t be the first time something like that happens.”

“It’s nine o’clock,” you chimed in. “If he partied last night, he can’t still be passed out.”

“Ha,” Yoongi laughed. “You don’t know what that boy is capable of.”

Some of the boys laughed remembering the last time they found Jungkook passed out on a bed surrounded by girls he didn’t even know.

“You think he’s home then?” you asked.

“Dunno,” Yoongi shrugged. “Maybe.”

“What if I go and check up on him?” you said as soon as the idea popped in your mind. “That way we all would know he’s alright.”

“Are you sure you wanna do that?” Evey asked, a worried expression on her face. “You don’t know what you’ll find there.”

You shook off the warning alarms that spread like fire through your body and nodded instead.

“What’s the worst thing that could happen?” you shrugged, starting to stand up from the couch you were sitting at.

Evey’s eyes scanned your face, searching for something that could make you change your mind.

“If any of us go to his house, he’ll kick us out,” Jimin said. “Let her try.”

You remembered the direction of Jungkook’s house, and you typed it on Maps as you opened the door of Evey’s car.

You weren’t thinking about what you could find once you arrived to Jungkook’s apartment, all you could think about was that it could be the perfect opportunity for you to talk to him in private.

You found a place to park not far from his building and entered just as a neighbor was exiting the vestibule.

“Thanks,” you smiled as the man held the door open for you.

Climbing up the stairs, you arrived to the basement. You smiled at the idea of Jungkook’s messy yet cozy apartment that was supposed to be a storage room for the building.

Taking a deep breath, you knocked on the door, repeating the words you had been essaying in your mind for weeks.

No response came.

Maybe he wasn’t home.

You knocked once again and stood completely still as you waited for a response. You could hear faint noises coming from the other side of the door, words and soft music, as if the TV was on.

Knocking on the door a third time, you used all your strength, nearly leaving your knuckles stuck to the door.

Again, no immediate answer.

Maybe that wasn’t it, and that wasn’t the day you should confess your feelings to Jungkook. Maybe it was a signal for you to turn around and go away.

And just when you were about to trust your guts and turn around, the door opened abruptly.

“What?” you heard Jungkook spat as he cleaned his hands on the apron he was wearing.

You looked at him from head to toe. Jungkook wearing an apron? It was almost comical, so comical that you started laughing.

“What are you wearing?” you said in between laughs.

“Y/N?” he said in a shaky breath and hearing him say your name for the first time in weeks made your knees wobble. “What are you doing here?”

“First of all,” you said, calming yourself. “Hi, Happy New Year. And secondly, I came here because it seems like you’ve forgotten tonight’s meeting at Taehyung’s apartment.”

“Err…” he mumbled, scratching the back of his neck. “I didn’t forget about it, I just had something to do and couldn’t go.”

“And that something involves an apron?” you teased him, raising a brow as you pointed at his white apron with stains of what looked like… Tomato?

“Well…” he trailed off, but when he was about to continue, a voice interrupted him.

A feminine voice.

“Jungkookie?” it said. “Who’s at the door?”

You immediately tensed, Jungkook doing the same.

You looked at him with suspicious eyes, tilting your head to the side and taking a step back.

“Look, I’m quite busy tonight,” Jungkook quickly said, further closing the door behind him as he stepped on the small landing. “But we can hang out at Pizza Planet tomorrow if you want.”

You frowned, letting him push you away softly as he spoke.

“Busy?” was the only thing you could say.

“Yeah, like, really busy.”

Your heart was beating so fast inside your chest you thought you were going to throw it up at any moment, cold sweat covering the palms of your hands. He was lying so blatantly to you and he wasn’t even battling an eyelash about it, perfectly knowing that you had heard the woman’s voice just as well as he had.

Piercing your eyes to his, you took some more steps back so his hands weren’t pushing your shoulders any more.

You weren’t exclusive, you weren’t even a thing, but it hurt. It hurt that he was lying to you, and it hurt that he was with another –

“Jungkookie?”

The door opened, making Jungkook turn around abruptly. It revealed a woman, older than you had thought she would be, but young still. She was really pretty, soft features and round eyes, with a strong nose.

“Oh, hi,” the woman smiled as she saw you standing in the middle of the landing. She pushed Jungkook away and extended a hand out to you. “I’m Sunhee, and you are…?”

“Y/N,” you said after a few seconds. “I’m Y/N.”

You finally extended your hand and shook hers. It was such a weird situation, with Jungkook staring at the both of you from the doorsill, a queasy look on his face.

“Nice to meet you Y/N,” the woman said, giving your hand a last shook before retracting it.

“Yeah… You too.”

Sunhee turned to Jungkook and patted him on the back.

“Is she a friend of yours?” she asked.

“Err… Y-yeah, more or less.”

At his words, the woman frowned. “More or less? You don’t know if she’s your friend? How weird are young people these days...”

“You’re his friend?” Sunhee then turned to you when she saw she wouldn’t get a clear answer from Jungkook.

“Y-yeah,” you answered, glancing briefly at Jungkook, not knowing if your answer had been too bold.

“See, Jungkookie? Is not that difficult to give a straight answer,” the woman scolded him.

“Can you stop calling me Jungkookie, please?” Jungkook said through clenched teeth.

“What? Are you embarrassed that your mother is calling you Jungkookie in front of a friend?”

Wait, what? Mother. She as his mother?

You stared at Jungkook with wide eyes. You had never seen him so flustered before, and only a mother could make Jeon Jungkook, Venom himself, blush.

“Sorry but, y-you’re his mother?” you couldn’t help but ask.

“Oh, I didn’t say it, I’m sorry honey,” she quickly said. “But yeah, I’m Jungkookie’s mother.”

Jungkook growled something under his breath, making his mother laugh and pat him on the back with more force.

You wanted to laugh at how stupid you had been. You had been worrying all that time and she was… His mother? Comical.

Jungkook saw all that, the relief washing over your face as your body relaxed. He turned serious and fixed his eyes on yours.

“Don’t worry, I just hadn’t realized it until you said it… You look so… Sorry, I don’t want to sound rude, but you look so young.”

“Ah,” Sunhee said timidly placing her hands over her cheeks. “Thanks, but unfortunately, I’m old.”

“I’m sure you’re not,” you politely said.

Sunhee laughed and turned towards her son.

“Why have you never introduced me to any of your friends? If they’re as kind as Y/N, I’m willing to meet them all.”

“I’m not trying to flatter you or anything Mrs. Jeon, I’m just telling the truth,” you quickly said, not wanting to make it seem as if you were flattering the woman. As soon as you said those words, you wanted to face-palm yourself. You didn’t want to make it seem as if you were flattering her, but you didn’t want to seem rude to her either. “Sorry, I’m being really disrespectful, Mrs. Jeon.”

“Please, don’t call me Mrs. Jeon, call me Sunhee,” she smiled. “And I’m not too kind on modals and all those things. I prefer spontaneity.”

“Well, the bibimbap’s sauce must be already cooked,” Jungkook interrupted your small conversation. “We should check it, Y/N it’s been nice seeing you again, maybe we can –“

“Don’t be rude, Jungkook,” Sunhee interrupted him, smacking him on the arm. Her reprimanding tone almost made you laugh. “Are you dismissing her? Where are those manners I taught you?”

Jungkook lowered his head.

“Y/N, honey, do you like bibimbap?”

“Yeah, I do.”

“Why don’t you have dinner with us then?”

Your eyes widened, just like Jungkook’s as he snapped his head upwards.

“Mom, I’m sure Y/N has more important things to do –“

“Don’t be stupid,” Sunhee interrupted him once again. “Y/N, do you have something to do tonight? Have you had dinner?”

“Err…” you said, not knowing what to do or say.

Jungkook was pleading you to say no with his eyes, but Sunhee was doing the complete opposite by flashing you one of her best smiles. Fuck, you didn’t want to be an intruder in Jungkook’s apartment and interrupt his dinner with his mother, but you didn’t want to be rude and reject his mother’s offer either.

“Err…” you kept stuttering. “I don’t want to be a burden, you had this dinner planned, I don’t want to interrupt anyth – “

“I’ll take that as a no,” Sunhee said, walking towards you and grabbing your shoulders. Soon, she was pushing you inside Jungkook’s apartment.

“Mother…” Jungkook growled.

“Shut up,” she told him. Then, she turned back towards you. “You can take off your coat and your shoes, honey, make yourself at home.”

“But, Mrs. Jeon –“

“Sunhee,” she corrected you.

“Sunhee, sorry,” you apologized with a small smile. “I really don’t want to bother you.”

“You don’t bother us at all! Does she, Jungkookie?”

Jungkook sighed as he closed the door behind him. You could tell he was not happy about the situation.

“See? He doesn’t mind either,” she happily said. “Well, I have to finish cooking dinner, but why don’t you show Y/N your apartment in the meantime. Have you been here already, Y/N?”

“Err…” you hesitated.

“She hasn’t, mom,” Jungkook said before you could say anything else. “I’ll show her around.”

“Perfect!” the woman clapped happily. “You can also set the table, we haven’t had time to do so.”

“Of course,” you nodded.

A small silence surrounded the three of you as Sunhee stared at Jungkook, then at you and back at Jungkook, a small smile on her lips.

“I’m so happy to finally meet one of Jungkookie’s friends!” she shouted as she walked towards the open kitchen.

You stood there for a few seconds, your brain still processing everything. You’ve met Jungkook’s mother, and you’re about to have dinner with her. What the fuck?

In your same position, you turned around to look at Jungkook, who looked as in shock as you did.

You arch a brow at him, waiting for an explanation.

“You could have said you had something important to do, you know?” he asked in a whisper so his mother, who’s on the other side of the shelves that separate the living room and the kitchen, couldn’t hear him.

“Do you have a problem with me being here right now?” you asked back, turning defensive. “Because if that’s so, I’ll go right now.”

“You can’t go now,” he sighed, rolling his eyes and turning around, facing his back to you. “It’ll look rude now that you’ve accepted my mother’s invitation.”

He opened the small cupboard under the TV and started grabbing plates from it. Then, he walked back to the table to place them on top of it.

You walked towards that same cupboard and grabbed the cutlery.

“It looks like you don’t want your mother to get to know me,” you mumbled.

You approached him, placing the forks and knives next to each plate. You heard him sigh.

“I’ve never introduced any of my friends to my mother,” he said.

You looked at him cautiously.

“Why?”

“It’s just…” he paused, watching you set the rest of the table. You could hear his mother singing along the radio in the kitchen. “I just want to protect her from my world.”

“She doesn’t know about what you do for a living, does she?”

He looked towards the kitchen.

“No, she doesn’t. She thinks I work at a store during the weeks and as a barman at a club during the weekends.”

You nodded. You wouldn’t have told your parents either if you earned your money by fighting in illegal wrestling matches.

“Introducing her to my friends would be introducing her to my world… And it would be too intimate.”

“Sorry for invading your privacy then,” you said, calming a bit. “I didn’t know your mother would be here, if that had been so, I would have never come.”

“What’s done it’s done,” he sighed again. “Just… Don’t say anything about the underground fights, okay?”

“I won’t say a thing about them, I promise,” you nodded.

“Hey!” Jungkook’s mother said, entering the living room with a hot pot of what looked like bibimbap. “Dinner’s ready.”

Jungkook sent you a last warning glance before helping his mother put the pot down on top of the table.

“Take a seat wherever you want, Y/N,” Sunhee said, pointing at the four available chairs.

“No, seat on your usual seats please, I’ll sit on the empty one.”

“Such a polite friend,” Sunhee said, looking at Jungkook with a small smile on her lips.

Jungkook just rolled his eyes and sat on his usual seat.

At first, the atmosphere was awkward and tense, Sunhee trying to make conversation here and there as she served you both the bibimbap.

“Jungkook has made the sauce,” she informed you as she watched you pour a little bit more of sauce on top of the rice. “It’s delicious, right?”

“Yeah, it is,” you smiled.

“He’s a great cook, though, he keeps it a secret.”

Jungkook focused his eyes on his plate, trying to ignore the both of you.

“Who would have said…” you laughed.

“Yeah, right?” his mother said. “He looks like a tough boy, but in reality he’s a piece of heaven, he used to help me a lot at home when –“

“Mom,” Jungkook interrupted her in a warning tone.

“What?” she defended herself. “It’s true! You don’t look like the good boy you are with all those ugly scars! Look at them, Y/N, don’t they ruin his soft features?”

You looked at the scar beneath his brow, fully healed by then. A wound you had sewed up with your own hands.

“Well, they give him an edgy vibe,” you joked.

“That work of his at the store… I’ve always told him to drop out of it, he only gets wounds from carrying all those heavy boxes and the payment is not even that good.”

You glance briefly at Jungkook, who’s already staring at you.

“Yeah, it’s a dangerous job.”

“It is, but he does it to help me pay my rent so I don’t have to take extra hours at work. As soon as he turned sixteen, he started working to help me, he even had to drop out of high school… But that never made him any less of an intelligent and kind kid.”

You observed how Sunhee watched her son with tender eyes. Your heart softened.

“Jungkook’s always been a really reserved kid, you know? It doesn’t look like he is, because he doesn’t want people to think he’s vulnerable, but deep inside he’s really sensitive. He used to cry each time he stepped on a snail by accident –“

“Mom, I’m sure Y/N doesn’t want to know about that.”

“Jungkook crying? Tell me more about it,” you joked, ignoring the daggers Jungkook was sending your way.

Sunhee smiled at you. “He was so small, with those big eyes that stared at everything and everyone with curiosity in them… Until life snatched that away from him and he had to grow up all of the sudden. He didn’t have an easy childhood, but that never took his big heart away from him.”

“Okay, that’s enough,” Jungkook chimed in, clearly uncomfortable with the conversation.

“Alright, let’s stop talking about Jungkook, you’re our guest after all!” Sunhee gave up with a sweet laugh. You wondered if Jungkook was as sweet as his mother when he was a kid. “What do you do, Y/N?”

“What do I do? As in if I work or something?”

“Yeah,” Sunhee nodded, taking a spoonful of her bibimbap.

“Well, I’m currently studying at university.”

“Oh! That’s great! And what do you study?”

“Nursing,” you timidly answered, not knowing why.

“Whoa, that’s such a beautiful degree,” she gasped. “Isn’t it, Jungkook?”

“Yeah, it is,” he mumbled.

“Helping people and all that, it must be really heartwarming and satisfactory.”

“It is,” you nodded. “It truly is… Helping people is just wonderful, and getting to know so many people and be a part of their lives is a privilege. But it is also tough and difficult sometimes, especially when you lose someone you care for.”

Sunhe nodded, understanding you.

“It sure is,” she said. “But it’s great, Y/N. I’m so happy my Jungkook has friends like you. I was afraid when he came to the city by himself so young and unprotected… But knowing he is surrounded by people like you, I’m calm.”

You smiled shyly, not knowing what else to say. Instead, you kept yourself busy with the delicious food.

“Do you still live with your parents?” Sunhee asked.

“Oh, no,” you shook your head. “I came to the city to study at university. I started living at a dorm, but as soon as I started working a part time job and saving some money, I moved to my own apartment. It’s not that big, but it’s mine.”

Sunhee was beaming.

From then on, conversation flowed, and even Jungkook took part in it. You spoke about your opinion on different topics, about your lives and hobbies. You learnt that Sunhee worked at a small company in Busan, but she was planning on saving some money and opening her own bakery. You also learnt that Jungkook had gotten those bright eyes from his mother, and his sense of humor too. He was great at cooking, playing bowls and singing, things you would have never put together in a sentence with Jeon Jungkook.

“So tell me, Y/N,” Sunhee said after you and Jungkook had finished arguing about who was better at playing Mario Kart.

The radio was sounding in the distance, and the TV had been turned off a while ago. All the plates were empty, some wine still left inside your glasses.

Sunhee was looking at you and Jungkook with a mysterious glint in her eyes.

“How did the two of you meet?”

You and Jungkook stared at each other with wide eyes.

Jungkook coughed, taking a sip from his glass of wine to clear his throat and to escape from the awkward situation.

“Uh…” you hesitated, glaring at Jungkook for leaving you alone in that before staring at his mother once again. “We met at the hospital,” you lied.

“At the hospital?” Sunhee asked, arching a brow.

“Yeah,” you nodded. “It was during my first week of practices that he appeared with an open brow. I sewed up the cut and sent him home. Then, we found out we had some friends in common… And here we are.”

“How romantic,” Jungkook’s mother whispered.

You and Jungkook looked at each other, your cheeks burning.

“Well, it’s not so romantic when you think about Jungkook moving every now and then as I sewed up his brow trying not to sew his eye.”

Sunhee laughed and you smiled triumphantly, your lie had been effective.

“I still think it’s quite romantic.”

“Mom, you’ve drank too much wine,” Jungkook said, standing up from the table. “You should go to bed.”

“Don’t say nonsense, Jungkook!” Sunhee reprimanded him. “I’m perfectly fine, I just drank a few glasses.”

You quietly laughed as you saw Jungkook’s mother glaring at him as if her life depended on it.

Seeing Jungkook being so protective over his mother was making you feel a certain way. From the way he looked at her when she was talking to you, to the way he always made sure her plate was full and she was eating well. You could practically see the love and adoration dripping from those starry eyes, such a contrast to the man who’s brutal and rough on top of the ring.

“I don’t have to be drunk to say what I think,” she kept saying. “I can feel that there is something really special in between you both. Are you sure you’re just friends?”

At that, your cheeks turned red, just like Jungkook’s. He stood up from his chair, making a screeching noise as he dragged it across the wooden floor.

“Mom!” he scolded her.

She laughed, seeing the two of you flustered as hell.

“Alright, alright,” she said, standing up from her chair too. “I’ll stop. But I still think –“

“Mom!” Jungkook interrupted her before she could say anything.

She laughed some more.

“Okay, okay, I must admit that wine hit me hard, and now I’m a bit tired.”

“Oh, yeah, sorry,” you said, quickly standing up. “It’s late and I’m bothering, I should be going home.”

“No! You’re not bothering at all, I’m just old and I can’t endure this type of meetings as well as I did when I was your age,” she said, walking closer to you. “I’ll go to bed now and leave the both of you a bit on your own.”

You smiled sweetly and received her hug. You hugged her back, feeling how tender and real her embrace was.

“It’s been a pleasure knowing you, Y/N,” Sunhee said, pulling away from you. “I hope we’ll see each other in the near future.”

“The pleasure’s been mine,” you smiled. “And I hope we’ll se each other again, too.”

She gave your shoulders a reassuring squeeze and then walked towards Jungkook.

“See? Introducing your friends to me isn’t that bad,” she said, kissing his forehead afterwards.

You bit your lip, observing how Jungkook’s eyes closed as his mother’s lips pressed against his forehead.

“This woman is going to bed now, talk some more or drink some more wine, you won’t bother me at all.”

Sunhee started walking towards the bathroom, waving back at the two of you. And just when she was about to enter the bathroom, she turned around and smirked at you.

“Are you sure she’s nothing more than a friend?”

Jungkook’s eyes widened, and just as he was about to open his mouth to say something, Sunhee laughed and disappeared behind the opaque wall of the bathroom.

You giggled, watching Jungkook as he shook his head and started cleaning the table. You helped him with the plates and cutlery, putting them inside the dishwasher.

“Don’t worry about that, I’ll clean it tomorrow morning, just leave it in the sink.”

“Tomorrow morning?! Leave it in the sink?!” you gasped, placing the dishes inside the dishwasher anyways. “Are you crazy or what? You can’t leave all this like this until tomorrow.”

“Watch me,” Jungkook smirked.

You shook your head disapprovingly, but he ended up helping you clean the plates and kitchen in general. The radio was the only sound that could be heard in the kitchen.

“Your mother speaks so sweetly about you, it’s beautiful to see how she looks at you,” you said, facing your back to him as you wiped away the excess of oil on the ceramic stove with a wet cloth.

Jungkook said nothing, folding the kitchen cloth neatly.

“I wish I had a relationship like that with my mother. I mean, we’re close and all that, but it almost seems as if you two were friends.”

“Yeah, I’m lucky to have her.”

You stopped your movements and turned around, your eyes finding Jungkook’s.

“So… A sweet boy, huh?”

Jungkook rolled his eyes. “She’s my mother, what is she going to say about me? That I’m a piece of meat with eyes and silly as fuck?”

“She could have,” you shrugged. You leaned on the kitchen counter, crossing your arms over your chest. “But she didn’t. She only said good things about you.”

“Most of them are lies. I was like that, not anymore.”

You narrowed your eyes at him, trying to ease some of the previous tension that had been between you both.

“Sure, I can still picture you crying while stepping on a poor snail, though.”

Jungkook smiled a bit, the first smile of the night and all thanks to you. You felt as if you were doing something right.

“Can I ask you something?” you asked, sounding a bit more serious.

“Sure,” Jungkook answered after a few seconds, not expecting the sudden change in your behavior.

“It’s like… Pretty personal and I don’t want to seem rude or nosy by asking what I’m going to ask.”

“Just shoot it.”

“Alright,” you sighed. “What happened that made you grow up all of the sudden like your mother said? The difficult childhood and all that.”

Jungkook sighed, eyes travelling to the floor. He had been expecting you to ask exactly that, you had always been the curious type, he had only hoped you weren’t going to ask exactly that.

Seeing him doubt, you rushed to say: “If you don’t want to tell me and that’s too personal, you don’t have to tell me, I understand. Sorry for asking –“

“It was my father,” he said, interrupting you and your blabbering. “He was… He was a… Difficult man, a complete son of a bitch. He was a no one, a loser… Pathetic. Played until he had no more money to bet, drank until he couldn’t see anymore, he was clearly ashamed of his own life… And he used to let it all out on my mother. When he got tired of her, he turned to me.”

You pursed your lips, eyes scanning his face for any sings of distress. To your surprise, there were none.

“I’m so sorry to hear that, Jungkook,” you whispered. It was the only thing you could do, besides feeling your heart constrict inside your chest.

“Yeah, don’t worry, that happened a long time ago,” Jungkook said, shrugging his shoulders but eyes still lost on the floor. He shook his head softly and lifted his eyes to you. “Now he’s where he belongs, in a dirty grave somewhere I don’t give a fuck about.”

You just stared at him, worrisome in your eyes.

“He’s the reason why I started fighting in the first place,” he continued, catching you by surprise. You weren’t expecting him to continue talking, let alone without asking him to. “To defend my mother from him, and to defend myself. He used to tell me that I was too soft, that if I didn’t become tough enough, this world would end me. He made me tough, but I never felt like I was. And then I found Sungho and I started fighting and I felt as if I was in control for once…”

You felt your chest constricting even more, somehow sad for that small kid with curious doe-like eyes.

“But the bastard’s dead now, and he was never able to see that. I just hope that, wherever he is, he’s seeing how tough I am now.”

You shook your head, walking away from the kitchen counter and closer to him, taking small steps.

“No,” you said. “You should hope that, wherever he is, he’s seeing the man you’ve become. Strong, sometimes silly and insufferable, but kind and brave. Fuck Jungkook, you do all this for your mother.”

“Yeah, I lead this shitty life for her, just like he led his own shitty life before. I’m no better than him, Y/N,” his tone was hostile and you stopped before you could touch him in any way. “I beat people up to earn the money I give my mother.”

“How you earn the money is not what counts. Not that I’m defending your lifestyle, you already know I’m totally against it.”

“Yeah?” he scoffed. “Well, then I’ll tell my mother that I beat people up until they’re lying unconscious on the floor just so I can pay for her rent and mine.”

“You know that isn’t what I meant,” you said, rolling your eyes. “What counts is that, instead of spending all that money in banal things like most people do, you give it to your mother.”

“It’s so easy for you to say, you always had a normal life with normal worries, and you will have a normal future with a normal job, and you’ll earn your money by saving peoples lives. I sometimes wonder if my mother would speak so highly of me if she knew what I do.”

“Of course she would! Don’t you see how she stares at you? How much she loves you?”

He shrugged.

“Then you must be blind if you don’t see it, if you don’t see how loved you are.”

He stared at you out of the corner of his eye.

“I don’t think fighting is the best way to earn money, I’ve already told you this, but it’s the path you’ve chosen. If you were just a guy with two fists, I wouldn’t be here tonight. You’re much more than that, and the fact that you don’t see it sometimes keeps me up all night,” you sighed. “You’re awesome. You’re funny, smart – only when you want to. When you love, you love unconditionally. I can see it… With your friends, with your mom… You like to take care of those around you, and I don’t think that makes you look like your father at all. Do I think you could do better than fighting? I do.”

Jungkook stayed silent, just like you. The radio had become background noise as the two of you stared at each other. It felt so good saying all that after having it bottled up inside you for so long. If the you from six months ago saw you…

“But I also think you’re a great person. I’ve never felt so alive and so… Myself, than I’ve ever felt when I’m with you. I wish I could make you see yourself the way I do…”

He frowned, his brain processing your words. You should have taken it as a hint to stop yourself before you could say something you would later regret – it was not the place nor the timing. But… You didn’t, and you continued as if Jungkook wasn’t tensing by hearing you speak so fondly about him, as if he couldn’t see the glimmer in your eyes as you looked at him.

“I would have laughed my ass off if six months ago somebody told me I would be here, telling you this and meaning it,” you scoffed sarcastically. “But here I am.”

You shrugged your shoulders in a sweet gesture, gifting him with one of your smiles.

“About to tell you that I’m –“

“Hey, Jungkookie I can’t find the – Oh,” Sunhee said, appearing in the kitchen and interrupting you. Her eyes widened at seeing you standing so close to Jungkook, both of your bodies almost touching. You didn’t know how your body had gotten so close to Jungkook’s. “Sorry, did I interrupt something?”

Later on, you would thank Sunhee for interrupting you, even though you could see it in Jungkook’s tense posture that he had completely understood what you were about to say and do.

“No,” Jungkook said, almost as if he was in a rush. He took some steps back, putting some distance between you both.

You flinched at that.

“Y/N was already leaving, right?” Jungkook said, not even staring at you.

Your heart fell at your feet, your eyes widening as you stared at Jungkook.

“Right?” Jungkook repeated, that time, staring at you.

His eyes burnt into yours, making you feel small. Besides small, all you felt was cold. You couldn’t even hold his gaze for more than ten seconds, so you let your head fall, horribly ashamed.

“Yeah… Y-Yeah, I was already leaving.”

You tried to put on your best smile as you looked up and stared at Jungkook’s mother, who was watching the scene with a confused expression on her face.

“Thanks for inviting me, dinner was delicious and I had so much fun,” you quickly said, the words almost slurring together as you smiled awkwardly at Sunhee and started walking towards the entrance, where your coat and sneakers were.

“Don’t thank us,” Sunhee said. “I had so much fun too, we should repeat this.”

“Sure,” you absentmindedly said.

You prayed they couldn’t see how your hands were trembling as you tried to lace your sneakers. You were stupid, and silly, and stupid. You had almost confessed to him, but he had kicked you out even before you could do it properly. That’s why you never confessed your feelings first, because as hard as it was for you to admit it, you hated feeling vulnerable, giving someone the power to hurt you. You hadn’t realized it, you thought Jungkook wouldn’t have that power until you told him those stupid three words, but you had given him the power to hurt you long ago.

“Well, er…” you awkwardly stuttered. “It’s been a pleasure, Mrs. Jeon. Goodbye.”

Cheeks red, you put on your coat and turned around, wanting to get out of there as soon as possible.

As you went home, feelings of both humiliation and anger filled you.

. . .

The beginning of the year was a mess, a complete mess.

You were way more than behind schedule with your thesis, you should have had at least the method done but you were still doing the introduction.

Practices were being a complete shit too. You had been moved to a different floor, the ICU, and everything was so fast, and you were so lost… Plus, some of the nurses were a bit cruel to you.

The fighting season would start soon and you didn’t know if you wanted to keep taking part in it, or if you wanted to just find a part time job and move to a dorm just like students with a normal job and salary did. Your savings from the previous season were starting to disappear and your landlord was behind your back once again.

Everything was horrible, and you were horrible too.

Not because of your mood changes and those things, no, that was something that had always came with you. You were horrible because there was only one thing – or rather, one person – you could think about.

You had always seen yourself as a strong and independent woman, and you thought you would be like that even after two weeks of Jungkook completely avoiding you. But no, you weren’t and instead you were desperate to see him, to clear things out with him. Maybe what you two had before wasn’t the best of things to you, but you had him, and that was better than not having him at all. You were desperate to see him and tell him that it had been a misunderstanding, that you still hated him and that everything would be as good as it was at the beginning. Just sex and banter, no feelings involved.

But Jungkook had been nowhere to be seen. Until that night.

Every party you had attended, every meeting with the boys you had gone during the last two weeks, you had gone because of Jungkook, but he had not been there.

What a surprise to find him there that night. Maybe it had something to do with the fact that you had told Evey you probably wouldn’t go to that stupid party but had changed your mind last minute.

“Are you okay?” Evey whispered in your ear after a few minutes.

“Yeah, why?” you answered, not even averting your eyes from Jungkook.

You hoped you were making uncomfortable, because that was exactly what you wanted.

“You haven’t stopped looking at him since he arrived,” she said.

You had told her what happened at Jungkook’s apartment, you weren’t ready to start keeping secrets again.

“Good, that’s exactly what I want.”

Evey scoffed and leaned back on the couch, Taehyung’s hand intertwined with hers. You couldn’t help but look at them out of the corner of your eye. It was times like that when you envied them, why couldn’t you do things like that? Cuddling with the person you loved while laughing and having some drinks with your friends, in the most chill way. But no, all you could have were dramas and more dramas.

You knew he could feel you staring at him, you could see it in the tension that filled his body, back completely straight as he sat on the couch next to Hoseok and Jimin. Well, his bad, because you had no intention to stop. If he wanted to avoid you at all costs, he would have many opportunities throughout the whole night.

Of course, you sometimes stopped staring at Jungkook to grab a drink or chat with someone, and it was during one of those times that a group of girls appeared. They greeted Jimin first, which didn’t surprise you.

“Hey guys,” Jimin said, catching the group’s attention. “These are my friends Monica, Sonia and Chungha.”

The three girls smiled at you all, standing there in their tight dresses and high-hells that made you look like a complete shit dressed in your jeans and old Dr. Martens.

You ignored them, talking to Yoongi about some new music that an artist you both liked had dropped, but you couldn’t help but observe them every now and then. Obviously, the prettiest girl in the group had to set her eyes on Jungkook, and obviously, he had to set his eyes on her too.

“… of course that’s not my favorite song from the entire album, but… Y/N, are you listening to me?” Yoongi said, snapping you out of your thoughts.

“Sorry, no, I wasn’t paying attention. What were you talking about?”

“You look pale,” Yoongi said, ignoring your question and examining your face from up close. “Are you okay?”

“Yeah,” you quickly lied.

Because no, you weren’t feeling okay. Not when said girl was sitting on Jungkook’s lap and he had done nothing to push her away, on the contrary, he seemed pretty happy about it.

You couldn’t help but feel as if your heart missed a beat every five seconds, throat dry and stomach upside down, making you want to throw up.

He knew. He knew and still was flirting with that girl in front of you. Of course he was free to flirt with other girls but, right in front of you? As if he was rubbing it in your face?

Oh, no. He didn’t know who Y/N YL/N was.

“… Y/N?” Yoongi asked. “You clearly weren’t listening to me now either.”

You snapped your eyes away from Yoongi and looked at Jungkook. To your surprise, the girl was leaning close to his ear, whispering something to him. As she did so, one of his hands rested on her hips and the other on the thigh, dangerously close to the hem of her dress. As your eyes trailed upwards, you grew more and more furious. Until you reached his eyes and found his dark orbs staring right back at you, laughing at whatever that girl had told him.

A wave of something you couldn’t put a name to, but that resembled to the tsunami in The Impossible, rushed through your body.

You weren’t going to show him how his actions were affecting you, so you apologized to Yoongi and kept talking to him as if nothing had happened.

But there’s only so much you could bear, and when they started making out an hour later, you couldn’t stop yourself anymore.

“Don’t look at them,” Evey told you, since your eyes had somehow glued themselves to Jungkook and that girl. “You’ll only hurt yourself more.”

You probably would, but you just couldn’t stop staring. It was as if their bodies were a magnet to your eyes.

Somehow, you knew that feeling that was invading your body was envy. Envy because Jungkook was kissing another woman and you wished you were her. You wished your hips were the ones he was grabbing, your legs the ones that rested on top of his, your lips the ones that caressed his. You were feeling envious because he had never held you like that in front of his friends, let alone kiss you.

“He’s the most stupid person I know,” Evey mumbles, anger dripping from her words.

“He’s not stupid,” you corrected her. “He’s just an immature coward who’s not capable of telling me he doesn’t feel the same to my face.”

“He’s not stupid? What?”

“He isn’t. This is his way of telling me that he doesn’t feel anything for me without having to say it to me. He’s saving himself the argument. Coward…”

You stood up, grabbing your jacket from the back of the couch.

“Where are you going?” Evey asked, grabbing your wrist.

“Home.”

You sent a last glance towards Jungkook and the girl before talking to Evey once again.

“If he wants to play dirty, I’ll play dirty too.”

. . .

February arrived, and even though you had said you wouldn’t go back to the underground fights, you were a woman with a plan.

Was it a childish plan? Yes.

Was it a stupid plan? Yes.

Was it useless? Probably, but it was what your hurt ego and broken heart were pleading you to do.

It was probably a bit dramatic to be talking about broken hearts. Yes, you had feelings for Jungkook, but not to the point of feeling a deep pain in your chest and crying until you couldn’t bear the headache it caused any more – at least not every single day. What hurt you the most was that you had known all that would happen and despite all that, you had let it happen. You knew what would happen if you succumbed to Jungkook’s flirting and the attraction you felt towards him, but you slept with him anyways, and kept sleeping with him until you thought that maybe, there could be more to all that sex than just that, sex.

Now you were left feeling dumb and used, the two things you had always feared the most.

Because yes, someone is free to feel whatever and however for whomever they want, and maybe Jungkook would have never reciprocated your feelings but, did he really have to let you know that way? By making out with someone in front of your fucking face? He could have told you while taking a walk around the park or inviting you to a nice pizza at Pizza Planet. It would have hurt the same, but at least it would have looked like he cared about you even if it was a teeny tiny bit.

But he didn’t take you to the park to take a small walk, and he didn’t take you to Pizza Planet – he hadn’t even tried to contact you. He made you feel dumb and used, cheap, humiliated… And you wanted your revenge.

If Jungkook had no romantic feelings towards you, he wouldn’t mind it at all if you hooked up with a random guy. But… If you hooked up with someone he knew – or rather hated – you would hurt both his ego and his trust – the two things he had broken in you.

Checkmate.

Sitting on your usual chair, legs crossed and fingers tapping over your thighs, you felt like a real player. Your eyes scanned the crowd as the old gym filled with people.

Evey was surprised to see you there when she arrived with Taehyung. She thought, just like you had thought until a few days before, that you were going to leave the wrestling matches.

The boys arrived one by one, and you stood on your chair, observing the crowd. Your eyes traced the empty ring, searching in its four sides. In one side, there was the team of the boy who would be fighting against Jungkook that night. There, sitting a few rows behind, you found what you had been looking for.

“Ladies and gentlemen!” a sudden voice filled the facility. Your eyes travelled across the room and landed on the man that was standing in the middle of the ring, megaphone in hand as he announced the participants.

His body was covered in tattoos, and you could see he had been a fighter himself, nose bent in a grotesque angle – sure broken – and a scar in the middle of his left cheek. You wondered if Jungkook would look like that someday.

He announced the first fighter, a boy you had seen fighting before. He wasn’t bad, but he was nowhere near as good as Jungkook.

Before the tattooed man could announce the great Venom and Jungkook could climb on the ring, you stood up from your chair and, eyes focused on your aim, you began walking towards it.

“Hey,” you heard Evey calling you, making Taehyung and the rest look at you too. “What are you doing?”

“Just going to greet an old friend,” you said, not exactly lying.

A brief pause followed your words. You could hear the man starting to introduce Jungkook to the crowd, you needed to go.

“Y/N,” Evey called you, catching your attention. “Don’t don anything stupid that you’ll regret tomorrow, please.”

“If I listed you down all the stupid things I’ve done in this past year, I would need all the paper in the Amazonas.”

Evey pleaded you with her eyes. Pleaded you to stay there, to not go where she knew you were going.

“I’ll be fine, don’t worry about me Evey, I’ll call you later,” you said with a reassuring smile on your face.

That being said, you turned around and continued your walk towards the man that would help you get your revenge.

“Jiwon,” you greeted the boy. “Hey.”

Your cheeks reddened when the boy stared up at you, shock in his face. After what happened the last time you saw him, he probably wasn’t expecting to see you again any time soon.

“Y/N…” he breathed, a frown on his face as he stood up to greet you properly. “Hi.”

You looked around him, taking a deep breath when you saw his brother staring at you with a serious expression on his face.

“Wasn’t expecting to see you… Here,” Jiwon said, catching your attention.

“Well, I wasn’t planning on coming back with the start of the new season but… I changed my plans.”

Your smile was as tense as your whole body.

“You haven’t been answering my messages, nor my calls, I thought you wanted nothing to do with me,” he laughed.

You were about to answer, but then, the crowd turned crazy around you. People started cheering loudly, clapping and shouting something. A name. Venom.

Out of the corner of your eye you saw him, climbing on top of the ring, just like the first time you had seen him. He owned it, he had the world in the palm of his hand. The crowd cheered his name, people stood from their seats to clap for him. He was big, he was a champion, he was a legend.

Dressed in black shorts that reached just above his knees, black leggings underneath, naked chest glistening with sweat, he looked fierce, powerful. Behind the mass of black hair that fell over his eyes, you could see him scanning the crowd, drinking the sight in avidly.

He was just as lethal as he looked, but in that moment, you realized he maybe was more lethal when he less looked like it. When he was vulnerable, smiling at you in the darkness of your room as he played with your hair and teased you because he knew how much you hated having your hair touched and played with. Or when he appeared in your kitchen, dressed in only his boxers, all messy hair and puffy eyes telling you in a raspy voice how hungry he was. Or when you both played Mario Kart and he got all grumpy and pissy because you had won – you were invincible being Yoshi.

Those, those were the moments where he was most lethal.

Once the crowd started to calm down and everyone went back to their seats, you looked back at Jiwon, who had been busy staring at Jungkook too.

“Let’s go somewhere else to talk,” you said, grabbing his hand and leading him towards the back of the gym.

A low, very low, voice echoed through the back of your head telling you to stop whatever you were doing, to just go back to your usual seat with Evey and the boys and swallow your pride and your stupid revenge. That you were playing with fire.

But you ignored it and reached your spot.

You took a seat on the nearly empty stands at the back of the old gym. People preferred staring at the ring from a closer distance because sitting at the stands you couldn’t appreciate every detail, every droplet of blood that fled across the ring. And, therefore, they were usually empty. Just a few couples and groups of people were sitting on them.

“I thought you were with Jungkook,” Jiwon said, watching you take a seat on the first row of the stands. He stood there, arms crossed as he stared down at you.

You sighed.

“I’m sorry I didn’t answer any of your texts or calls… I just…” you said, playing with your fingers absentmindedly.

You didn’t trust Jiwon fully, you weren’t going to tell him the truth. You didn’t know if he wanted to use you against Jungkook just like everybody said, but you didn’t know what his true intentions were either.

“I’ve been really busy, and I know this sounds like an excuse, an awful excuse,” you looked up at him. “But I didn’t have time to meet anyone.”

Jiwon nodded but opted to not say a thing, letting you do all the talking instead.

More cheers, and you didn’t need to crane your neck and stare at the ring to know that Jungkook had delivered a good punch at his opponent.

“And… I got scared okay?” you continued. “When I first met you, I had no idea who you were. I had no idea you fought or that you were Bobby. Damn, I had no idea who Bobby was, but after hearing everything they say about you, and seeing your brother, the same guy who tried to approach me outside of a pub… I don’t belong to this world, and I just ran away.”

“Why did you come back, then?”

“B-because…” fuck Y/N, you have to think about something. “Because I can’t get you out of my head, and I’ve been thinking about you all this time.”

Jiwon frowned, looking at you as if trying to decipher you. You hoped he couldn’t see beyond your façade.

You battled your eyelashes innocently, playing dumb.

Had it been any other person who knew you a bit, they would have caught you red handed immediately. But it was Jiwon, and he barely knew you, let alone knew how bad you were at lying.

“I haven’t been able to stop thinking about you either,” he ended up saying.

You guessed he was either not seeing your horrendous act, or he was either ignoring it because it benefited him anyway.

“Even though, after all those unanswered messages and calls I started to give up.”

“Have you given up?” you asked, almost puking at how gross and how big of a liar you were being.

“Not yet,” he smiled. “Should I?”

You shrugged your shoulders and he took a seat next to you. “You tell me,” you said.

He smiled and rested his elbows on top of his thighs.

“What are your friends going to say about this?”

You shrugged again. “This is nothing yet, we are still getting to know each other.”

“And Jungkook? He seemed pretty… Possessive when he came to the dressing rooms to get you.”

You stared briefly at the ring, just in time to see him launching his fist against his rival.

“He’s not even my friend,” you said. “I don’t give a shit about what he says.”

Jiwon smirked. He knew that wasn’t true, but he kept his mouth shut.

“So, tell me,” Jiwon said after clearing his throat, your eyes focusing on his. “How is it that you haven’t stopped thinking about me?”

“I could ask you the same, sir.”

“I asked first.”

“Okay,” you laughed, you were praying your act was being good enough. “I just couldn’t. I had such a great time with you during our… date, and I was wondering if maybe we could repeat it one of these days.”

“Why don’t we repeat it now?”

“Now?” you gasped.

“Yeah, now, right now.”

Three rings sounded, echoing through the walls of the gym and signaling the end of the first round.

“What do you say?” he smiled, standing up and offering you his hand.

You looked at the ring, where Jungkook was spitting blood on the ring. One of his opponent’s punches had reached his lip and had made a cut in it.

He was walking towards his corner, where his coach and Evey were waiting for him.

You smirked. Maybe that could be even better than what you had planned.

“I say yes,” you smiled at him, placing your hand on top of the one he was offering to you. “But first I have to tell my friend I will be going, I don’t want her to panic when she looks around for me and doesn’t find me.”

“Sure,” he shrugged.

You led the way towards the corner of the ring in which your friend was. Jungkook was there too, siting on his small stool as Evey cleaned his lip and handed him a bottle of water. His coach was planning their next tactic with him.

“Evey!” you called her as you approached said corner of the ring, making sure Jiwon’s hand stayed glued to yours.

As soon as your friend’s eyes found yours and widened in shock, you knew you were in for a long talk afterwards.

She frowned, stopping her movements.

You were so close to him, you could almost smell his scent, his glistening skin calling out to you, telling you to touch it, caress it, soothe it.

“Y/N, where were you?” Evey said.

At the mention of your name, the boy sitting on the stool tensed, his body rigid and his neck completely extended.

“I went to see Jiwon,” you said, raising your voice enough so that Evey – and Jungkook – could hear you.

Evey shook her head as if to asking you why.

Jungkook was trying to stop himself, but he just couldn’t. He had been looking towards the spot where his friends usually sat during the fight, somehow looking for your face in the crowd, but he hadn’t seen you. The last thing he was expecting was seeing you there… With him.

You suppressed your smirk when you saw him looking at you in a brusque movement, his eyes scanning you first, and then landing on the man you were holding hands with.

“I just wanted to let you know I’m leaving, that you don’t need to wait for me afterwards.”

“What are you doing?” you saw Evey mouth at you.

“I’ll let you know when I arrive home… I hope it won’t be too late.”

You could feel Jungkook’s eyes piercing a hole in your skin from the intensity with which he was staring at you.

“I love you, bye,” you told Evey.

“Y/N!” Evey called you, but you had already grabbed Jiwon’s hand with more force and started dragging him towards the exit.

There it was.

Checkmate.

. . .

“So,” you said, chewing on your bite of hot dog. “What happened between you and Jungkook?”

“How much of it do you know?” Jiwon said, throwing the wrapping of his already finished hot dog in a near bin.

“Hm… A bit. I just know that you were the champion of the wrestling matches and then, Jungkook came and took your place. You got mad because of it, and went all crazy on Jungkook, threatening him and all that.”

Jiwon scoffed. “Of course he would tell you something like that.”

“It’s not the truth?” you asked, brow arched.

You took another bite from your hot dog. The park was almost empty, the light coming from the streetlamps subdued.

“It’s a very summarized version of his truth.”

You stared at Jiwon’s profile.

“And what happened in your truth?” you asked. “Because obviously, the two of you have different perspectives.”

Jiwon smirked.

“Do you really want to know my truth?”

“I wouldn’t have asked if I didn’t want to know it.”

You finished eating your hot dog and threw your wrapping in the same bin Jiwon had thrown his.

“Alright,” he nodded. He adjusted himself on the small bench you were sitting, getting comfortable.

“I started fighting when I was sixteen. My brother was a fighter himself, and taught me everything I know,” he started. “It all started off being a hobby, something I did to keep myself fit and distracted, but then it became my way of life. I fought and I won, and that was it, until Jeon appeared.”

“I would have accepted it if he had won fairly, but he didn’t,” he paused for some seconds, as if to bathe in his hate and sorrow. “The first time I heard about him, they were saying he almost sent a fifteen-year-old kid to the hospital because he couldn’t stop himself even when the fight was over. I thought his name would vanish just as soon as it had appeared, but it didn’t. He was aggressive and impulsive and… Immature. It was as if he didn’t fight because of the prize, he was fighting because that gave him pleasure… The first time I fought against him, I won. As I said, he was immature and too impulsive, and he threw punches in the air without thinking. I beat his ass and hoped I had taught him a lesson, but that only made him furious. He not only stuck his nose in my business, but he also took everything I had away from me. Some of my friends, contacts, my title as the Underground King and… My fiancé. He saw me with her and didn’t stop going after her until I found him sleeping with her in my own bed.”

You pursed his lips and Jiwon’s face turned cold. He leaned forward and stared into the distance.

“She was the only good thing I had, the rest was corrupted and ruined, but she… She was the only light I had. The day he took that away from him, he took everything,” he said, gritting his teeth. “And now, I want to take everything away from him in return.”

Jiwon’s words sent a shiver running down your spine. Despite how dangerous it all sounded, fucked up and twisted, you understood him. Fuck, you would have never thought Jungkook could do something like that. Taking away the title of champion, you could understand that, but going after Jiwon’s girlfriend just to spite him? That was fucked up. Playing with people was nothing new to Jeon Jungkook then…

“Am I a way of getting back at Jungkook?” you asked. “If that’s so, just tell me, I’m tired of hearing everyone tells me you approached me just because you knew I was friends with Jungkook.”

“To be honest,” Jiwon nodded. “At first I did. I saw you with him some days before the Halloween party and thought there was something between you both. The day he came searching for you to the dressing room just confirmed it. But then I saw him with other girls and you came to me tonight… And I guess there’s nothing between you both anymore.”

You nodded. “Nah, there has never been something between us I guess,” you shrugged. “You have no reason to talk to me anymore. Jungkook won’t mind, and if he minds, it’s only because you’re his enemy or something.”

Jiwon opened his mouth but you interrupted him before he could say anything.

“I must say one thing, if you’re going to tell me to ally with you against Jungkook, I won’t,” you said. “Even thought Jungkook is nothing to me, the rest of the boys are, they’re like a family to me and I would never betray them that way. I know it would hurt them if I suddenly supported you and your group.”

You shook your head, proving your point.

“And I would never do anything that hurt my family,” you continued.

That was the truth. You would never do anything that went against Tae, or Hobi, or Joon, Jin, Yoongs or Jimin. Never. What happened between you and Jungkook would stay between you and Jungkook, and if you used Jiwon was to hurt Jungkook, not the rest of the boys. You would just use Jiwon to hurt Jungkook’s ego and humiliate him a bit, but never to hurt him physically or do anything that could harm his career.

“So, if you want to keep seeing me, it will have to be because you want to,” you continued. You weren’t telling the truth to Jiwon, because if you kept seeing him it wouldn’t be because you wanted to.

They all had been right, and Jiwon hadn’t approached you because of you, but because of Jungkook. You wondered if anyone ever approached you with any ulterior motive, or if you had the word toy printed in your fucking forehead and everyone thought they could use you for their own benefit.

“Not because you want to hurt Jungkook or my friends,” you finally said.

Jiwon seemed to think about it for a while. Of course you knew that, if he accepted, it wouldn’t be fully uninterestedly and truthfully. He had his plans, just like you had yours. But you wouldn’t let him manipulate or use you against your friends.

“I’ve always wanted to keep seeing you because of you I guess,” he said, shrugging. “So that’s more than cool for me.”

You knew that it wasn’t, but you nodded anyways.

“Let’s give each other a second chance, then,” you said, extending your hand towards him. “No secrets or wicked plans.”

“No ulterior motives.”

And just like that, Jiwon grabbed your hand and shook it, sealing your lie.

. . .

You made sure Jungkook was there each time you met Jiwon at a party.

And if he wasn’t, you simply didn’t go.

As soon as Jiwon arrived at the party, he would text you, letting you know he was there. You would excuse yourself from the group and, feeling Jungkook’s eyes on your back, went to find Jiwon. Then, you would keep a safe distance from yourself, but you would stay close enough so they could still see you – well, so Jungkook could see you.

It was like that, every other weekend.

Parties had become a routine to you, Friday and Saturday. Drinking, feeling numb under the low lights and music blasting through the speakers. And, after each party, you felt a little emptier. That was not you, but seeing Jungkook’s sharp glares each time you touched Jiwon or laughed at something he had said was the only way of numbing the pain you had been feeling in your chest for quite some time.

The first Saturday of March, you were sitting on a couch, at a random party, with your usual vodka with lemon in hand. Your eyes were scanning the crowd as you waited for Jiwon to arrive.

Evey was sitting next to you, tense, just like she was around you ever since that shit started. She was always glaring at you, telling you that you would regret what you were doing, that you weren’t playing with Jungkook, but with yourself, and therefore, you would be the one who would end up hurt. And, as usual, you would shrug at her words and laugh with one of your sarcastic comments.

“Where’s Tae?” you heard Evey ask, her leg bouncing up and down, showing her nervousness.

“Dunno,” Hoseok shrugged, looking absentmindedly at his phone. “Said he would be here in an hour or so. He was helping Kook with something.”

“Hmm…” Evey nodded, but you could tell Hoseok words hadn’t calmed her a bit.

“He’s probably picking Jungkook up from kindergarten,” you joked, trying to lighten the mood a bit.

But Evey only glared at you out of the corner of your eye. Namjoon and Jin laughed awkwardly, and you looked down at the floor. It was always like that, awkward. Since you had been going out with Jiwon, all they did was laugh awkwardly at your jokes and stare at you out of the corner of their eyes.

You gulped, taking a long sip from your drink.

An awkward silence fell over the group, as you all stared at either your phones or the drink in your hands.

To be honest, you hadn’t seen or heard about Jungkook since the previous Friday.  

You still remember that night’s events as if it was yesterday.

You had arrived to the party like any other night, had sat on your usual spot next to Evey and drunk your usual drink. The only difference being the hot girl sitting on Jungkook’s lap and the five extra plastic cups of vodka lemon you had drunk.

You had already been feeling dizzy when Jiwon texted you, and you had stood up with wobbly legs as you went searching for him.

Not even thinking about what you were doing, you had sat on his lap and started laughing with his friends – whom you absolutely hated.

One thing had led to another, and suddenly Jiwon was caressing your thighs up and down and you were nuzzling your face in the crook of his neck. In your inebriated state, you started feeling all hot and bothered. That’s why you didn’t move your head when he grabbed your chin and lifted your head so you were eye-to-eye level. That’s why you didn’t stop him when he pressed his lips against yours, and that’s why you started a heated make out session in the middle of that living room, in front of everyone.

The next thing you remember was separating your lips from Jiwon’s and immediately looking towards the spot where Jungkook had been and that now was empty.

And that was the last time you had seen him in a week. Not even on Thursday, when you had gone to a wrestling match. He hadn’t been there, which was unusual for him, since he enjoyed watching his rivals and learning their tactics.

Suddenly, your phone rang, snatching you away from your thoughts.

You looked down towards the device in your hands, hoping to see Jiwon’s name in your screen but instead being greeted with a different one.

You sent a brief glance towards Evey, who was staring absentmindedly at the screen of her phone.

Why the heck was he calling you instead of calling Evey?

Narrowing your eyes, you stood up from the couch and walked towards the glass door of the living room that lead to a very luxurious backyard. You didn’t even know whose house was that, but it looked more like a mansion than a house.

If there was a reason why he was calling you instead of Evey, it was because he didn’t want her to know whatever he was going to tell you.

“Yeah?” you breathed in the speaker as soon as you walked outside. “Taehyung? Why are you calling me? Is everything alright?”

With your free hand, you covered your other ear to muffle the sound in the background.

“Y/N, I need you to come here,” he said, sounding breathless and desperate.

Your heart immediately jumped inside your chest.

“Why? Taehyung,” you repeated his name. “Is everything alright? Has something happened?”

“I…” you heard him doubt through the phone. “Just come here as soon as possible, I’ll send you my location.”

“Taehyung –“

“It’s Jungkook. Please, Y/N, you have to come.”

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Break up with your girlfriend, I’m bored.

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Pairing: Yoongi x y/n.

Word count: 4k

Genre: Office worker!au. Angst, fluff and smut.

Warnings: Mature content / NSFW, descriptions of alcohol consumption, cheating.

“Took one fuckin’ look at your face, now I wanna know how you taste…”

Just another dull day at your job as an office assistant, you sighed while doing some paper work. “Laura, wanna go grab some coffee later?” you said to the older woman that works at the front desk.

“Sure but you look a bit down today, is everything ok?”

“I’m ok, just a bit bored!” You said trying to sound convincing.

“I see! I’ll take those boxes to storage, could you please stay in my desk for a while?” She says while rushing to grab them.

“Sure!!” You get up while adjusting your glasses.

As soon as Laura disappears in the stairs you hear someone clearing their throat at your right side. You turn around to face the stranger demanding attention. A tall and pale man, looking at you with a puzzled expression. His hair is blonde and slightly pushed back, exposing his forehead and his small and delicate features.

“How can I help you?” Your voice just as calm as a whisper.

“I came from X office to collect some papers, for financial analysis… Laura normally has them ready… hm-” He looks around her desk trying to catch a glimpse of them. You notice his lips are pouting in a cute way.

“She’ll come back in a while, do you mind waiting?” You say trying to make eye contact.

“I’m in a rush actually! Look it’s a big blue envelope with a red zip tie on it…” His eyes are still eagerly wandering on the table, not even once they rise to meet yours. Funny.

You start to search for it on the drawers and under endless papers, “Blue you said?! Hm… This one?” You watch as a smile arises on the corner of his lips.

“Yes. Thank you! And I need you to sign on here.” He hands a piece of paper to you while trying to clutch the blue envelope with the other hand, unsuccessfully as he drops everything. You smile, finding cuteness in his clumsiness. “Easy there!” And with a deep sigh his smile quickly changes into an annoyed expression.

Laura returns giggling. “Having one of those days, sweetheart? Also y/n, thank you ~ thank you!” She signs the paper and the boy quickly rushes through the glass door into the street.

The day goes by and it’s already time to go home. As you hop on the subway train you can’t help but daydream about the early encounter with the delivery boy, you want to know more about him; his cute lips definitely caught your attention. Your phone vibrates waking you up.

-

Yuna: We going out tonight, baby.

Y/N: girl, YES!

Yuna: Come to my place to get ready, see ya xoxo

Y/N: see yaaaa~

-

Your best friend knows exactly how to cheer you up and after a long boring day going out for drinks sounds like fun. You hop off a station early and quick on your feet towards Yuna’s place. She opens the door with a huge playful smile and jumps into your arms, you reciprocate her embrace. You guys met at college and had a quick affair, if it can even be called that way, for six months before deciding to just be friends. Best friends, always there for each other!

“There’s this new place I’ll take you tonight, come in let’s get ready.” As you both get in, pop music is already blasting in her room. Typical girl’s night out.

“So, today a new guy showed up at my work and he’s so cute haha I need to get to know him, you know…” Yuna is dancing around the room, getting in the mood. “Tell me more about it, what’s his name?” You stop doing your makeup and looks at the ceiling, pouting “I have no idea, actually!”

“You not even naming your toys anymore, y/n?!” You both fall back laughing.

“It’s not like I care” You mumble while styling your curly hair into a half up-do, leaving a few strands of hair fall to the sides of your face. “I’m ready, let’s goooo.”

Getting to this new place she mentioned, you can’t help be feel fascinated by the lights hanging above the bar, each of them in different sizes like stars, the whole ambient is cozy but still fancy, a few tables placed around the bar and a dance floor at the center. Yuna grabs your hand to head towards the counter to order drinks.

After a few sips it’s time to dance and mingle with the others, on the dance floor you can sense people staring at you and Yuna having fun. You take another sip feeling your throat burn, then you close your eyes letting your mind wander with the heavy bass beat of the song playing. You feel dizzy and light at the same time, spinning around in your tight red dress, losing your balance for a second because of the super high heels you choose for the night when you feel a hand on your shoulder. You open your eyes in surprise and ready to apologize or to knock someone down, for your luck it’s Yuna and a man wrapping one of his arms around her waist, they’re both smiling.

“Y/n, this is Hoseok! My friend and owner of this amazing place.” He stretches his hand to you. “I see you’re having fun, girl.” You reach his hand. “Nice to meet you, I love what you did with the ceiling by the way!” Hoseok is a tall and slim man, super well dressed and with a heart shaped smile. He looks more like a model than a business owner.

“I’m glad you like it, now if you excuse me I have to keep this party going but, order whatever you want it’s on me today, girls” He blinks putting his hand up. Everyone is all smiles as he does a reverence and leaves holding hands with his boyfriend, you guessed.

Back at the bar you sit down trying to catch your breath after dancing frantically, a few ‘on the house’ drinks later and your friend Yuna is disappearing with someone in the middle of this sea of people. You decide to go out for a breath of fresh air. Hoseok is also outside smoking and talking with a few acquaintances, he notices you standing outside and shouts “Hey Yuna’s friend, y/n right?! Join us.” You stagger your way towards them and Hoseok notices it. “Actually let’s go back inside, I bet your heels are killing you!” You laugh in relief “You’re absolutely right, omg.”

Everyone is guided to a secluded section upstairs, illuminated by purple lights around the ceiling, black couches disposed around and a few sculptures making this place look super fancy. This must be the VIP section, you think to yourself! You see Yuna is already up here with someone, you both smile at each other as you walk around this new place admiring the figures dancing on the dance floor ahead of you. “Take a sit!” Hoseok is accommodating everyone and making sure the drinks keep coming, you chat a little bit with him and his boyfriend.

After a while you notice the boy with blonde hair staring at you. Your eyes meet his; he quickly looks somewhere else with a look of discomfort all over his face. He keeps checking his phone from time to time while sipping on a drink. You get up to dance again, sometimes peaking at him to get a reaction, why not. As you get closer to him you notice his cheeks are slightly red, “Won’t you dance?”

The boy looks up at you standing in front of him, surprised and smiles, “Ah, I don’t know how.” He takes a big sip of his drink and gets up, anyway.

“Nice to meet you, again!” you give him a cute grin. “Nice to meet you, again! Y/n, right? I’m Yoongi.” He definitely noticed you. After exchanging more work related words you can’t keep yourself from staring at his lips and how sweet they may taste, he’s smiling more now and his cheeks are no longer red, as the conversation progress you both find things in common besides graduating from the same major that he’s still attending. His arm touching your arm from time to time.

A few sips later and he’s swirling you around, one of his hands holding your hips every now and then. The song slows down and he pulls you closer, your eyes meet as you notice he’s flustered.

“I’m sorry to interrupt you lovebirds but it’s time to go!” A giggling voice interrupts your conversation, it’s Yuna. His cheeks are awfully red now which makes him look cute. You both turn around quickly to face her when you lose balance for a second, Yoongi’s hand is agile and firm to hold your back, preventing you from falling; Yuna holds your arm and you feel his warm hand quickly fall from your body, you lock eyes with him again until Yuna’s voice snaps you back, “y/n, you ok?” He looks down now, one hand on the back of his neck.

“I think I drank too much, maybe… but I’m fine. Let’s go home then, babe” You say wrapping your hands on your best friend’s shoulders and pulling her closer. Yoongi, flashes a weak smile as he says goodbye and you watch his skinny figure going down the stairs, on his way out he looks back one last time to where you guys were standing. And you raise your hand giving him one last cynical wave.

——

You can’t help but keep remembering that night and his warm touch, when the front door of the office opens and you see Yoongi entering the building, wearing a cheap but well maintained black suit, typical of an intern. His blond hair covering his eyes because of the wind outside. He looks at you with his signature soft smile.

“Hey y/n.” He says biting his lower lip.

“Hi Yoongi, meeting someone important today?” You say pointing at him; you two make small talk while Laura sign his papers. He turns around and wave a goodbye from the front door while making his way out, you follow him with your eyes.

“I see. You’re friends now?” Laura scoffs.

“For the time being. Yes!” You say confidently.

“Ah y/n, I wish I had your confidence when I was your age.” You look at her with a huge smile on your face.

For the following weeks, you’ve been talking with Yoongi on his brief errands at your work when you decide to ask him for a coffee date, he looks caught by surprised at your invitation, “I’ve been busy with work and uni but sure! I know this place that serves a really good cappuccino, you’ll love it.” He says smiling.

“Here, gimme your phone!” You save your number on his phone, “Text me the address, ok!” He looks a little uncomfortable again but you’re used to it by now.

-

?: It’s me, Yoongi

Yoongi: This is the place I told you about and I’m free this saturday too, js

Y/N:  ok, I think I can make it saturday too :)

Yoongi: Can’t wait

-

You arrive at the cafeteria and you see Yoongi already sitting in the back wearing ripped jeans and a gray oversized hoodie, his hair is messy different from his daily kept look.

“Hey y/n, here!” You make your way to him and sit down, “Aren’t you cold?” he says pointing at your dress.

“Yeah, I wasn’t expecting the weather would betray me!” You say and he laughs at your annoyed tone.

You spend the afternoon with him talking about dreams and life.

On the way out he says all excited, “I told you the coffee there was out of this world!” the boy says putting his hands inside of his hoodie pockets, ”Are you going to subway 3?”

“Yes and what about you?”

“Same, let’s walk together, then.” The sun is going down leaving the sky orange colored, you look at his pale face almost reflecting the soft sun light, the lips you want so bad are plump and red because of the cold wind. He looks back at you with a serious aura on his face, almost as he wants to ask something or say something; as your eyes meet he turns his head around at the cars on the street, not giving you time to say anything. A chilly breeze made you quiver and Yoongi quickly says, “Take my hoodie, already!” his voice was calm.

“it’s ok, my place is close to the subway.” The colder it got the more Yoongi tried to convince you to take his hoodie, you denied again and again, until he put his hands on your shoulder and rubbed the sides of your arms up and down, you melted at his warm touch, he was caressing your bare tanned skin in a slow motion making sure you’d feel warm. You turned around and looked into his eyes, you both got closer to the point where you felt the tip of his nose touch yours, he looked down immediately his cheeks instantly turned crimson red when he noticed what he was doing pulling away from you quickly.

“What’s wrong, Yoongi?” you couldn’t hold it anymore.

“Nothing!” Yoongi said while rubbing the back of his neck, trying to find the right words to say.

“Yoongi… Why are you so hesitant?”

“I had fun today but I don’t think we should do this. I’m kind of seeing someone now and we’re getting serious…” He said while looking at the floor, not having the courage to look at your face, waiting to be scolded.

“And what about it?” You sounded cynical.

“I like our friendship but I can’t do this to you.” His eyes now are trying to figure out your expression.

“You’re not doing anything to me!” You blinked trying to ease the tension in the air, in vain! An awkward silence followed you both until the subway entrance. It was time to part ways, commonly you went to give him a hug and you noticed again his hesitance.

You went the whole ride back home skeptical, not sure about what had just happened and after this Yoongi was different, more quiet and cold around you and not texting you just as much as he did before.

“What was it? It didn’t work out or you were late?” Laura asked.

“Hm? What are you talking about?” you asked with a puzzled look on your face.

“Yoongi told me that he started dating someone.” She said in a careful way, pausing and waiting for your reaction.

“Oh, is that so?” You shrugged. “I already knew haha we’re just friends, really and besides I don’t date.”

Later on that day you got a text from your best friend.

-

Yuna: Hoseok’s tonight?

Y/n: ok, I’m bringing a friend to party with us ;)

Yuna: that boy… Yoongi?

Y/n: yep.

Yuna: can’t believe you but I’m not judging xoxo  

-

You were bored and why not?! You always got what you wanted and with him wouldn’t be different.

-

Y/n: hey wanna go clubbing tonight?

Yoongi: sure :)

-

You finished doing your makeup adding a cherry red lipstick. Put on a black dress that accentuated you waist, leather jacket, high heels and you were ready to walk out the door. You went all the way to the club thinking about Yoongi and about what Laura said earlier, you weren’t a bad person but the fact that he has a girlfriend still echoed in your mind. Were you so wrong in pursuing him? How serious is their relationship for him to contemplate kissing you that other day? You were always a free spirit, dating was out of context, you enjoyed your freedom more than anything else and maybe that could be what Yoongi was missing, freedom!

At the club and went to greet Hoseok and Yuna. “I really need a drink today, guys!” They laughed and you walked towards the bar.

A few sips later, you and your friends sit at one of the couches when you see Yoongi arriving with someone and that someone must be his girlfriend, he’s wearing combat boots and a leather jacket very similar to yours, you can’t help but feel your heart beat faster. You put your hand up signalizing to him where you were sitting. As he makes the way through the crowd you get up to greet him with a kiss on the cheek, Yoongi looks at you up and down with a smirk trying to escape from his lips, then you realize the girl is now closer to him and placing her hand on his chest, “y/n this is Ana and Ana this is my friend y/n”, the short girl smiles at you and quickly looks up at Yoongi. You laugh.

“Sit here and drink with us.” You point at the couch.

Ana and Yoongi sit in front of you, he looks calm while handing her a drink, his eyes shining. A few drinks later and his girlfriend says pouting, “Yoon, I want to dance with you.” He promptly gets up and leads her towards the dance floor. You watch as he moves in a stiff way, pulling her close when the song gets slower, his eyes wander in your direction from time to time when you finally get up and strut to the dance floor, eyes locked on his.

She notices you coming and signalizes to you to dance with her, Yoongi hesitates at first until he gets the approval look from his girl, probably having the time of his life taking turns between the two girls.

She grabs your hand and drags you to the bar counter and Yoongi follows you two like a puppy “Let’s make a toast! Yoon, my drink.” She ordered and he quickly gave her one. You keep laughing at him, “To new friends!” and you reply looking at him with a smirk “yeah… Friends!”

Later you make you’re on the dance floor, grinding on a stranger while looking at your desired target sitting on a couch obeying every order from his girlfriend. You dismiss the unknown guy and leave the dance floor to one of the VIP sections where you order another drink, this time it’s not sweet but dry and it goes down burning your lungs. Suddenly Yoongi comes from behind you, “can I take a sip?” he says looking at your cup.

“Go ahead.” You watch as he downs the whiskey left on your cup.

“Looks like we matched today!” You say while running your hand in the lapel of his jacket, he immediately grabs your hand for a moment before finally dropping it and looking around in concern, you chuckle. “Don’t worry, she’s not up here, Yoongi.”

“y/n what do you want?” he sighs.

“You should ask yourself but I guess you already know the answer.” You say adamantly.

“I- …” He fails to find words.

“Don’t get so upset over it!” You say while lifting his head with your index finger, he turns his head rejecting your touch. “Fine, do whatever you want but don’t play the innocent card, not with me.”

“I won’t cheat on her with you. Now quit it!” He gently grabs your arm and pulls you closer.

“If you want it so bad and you know you do, break up with her…” You say bluntly while getting closer to him, you can feel his hand get tighter around your arm and his breath gets heavier. “If it makes you feel better.”

You lock eyes with Yoongi when you feel his lips violently trying to find fulfilment in yours. You push him against a wall still not breaking the kiss, his back crashes with the wall behind making him moan, his hands are now caressing your waist and his body is hard against yours. You give his lips one last bite before breaking the kiss to search for air. Yoongi looks at you with a painful look in his eyes while pulling you away.

“I should go.” He says while licking his lips.

“Don’t bother.” You say while making your way towards the stairs leaving Yoongi behind, you can’t deny your body is still heated from the kiss you shared and how you melt into his arms.

Yoongi tries to reach you next to the dance floor when his girlfriend appears, you keep walking when you hear she’s asking where you two were.

Outside the club you grab your phone and text Yuna to say you’re going home earlier, inside the taxi you smile at yourself when your mind keeps replaying the kiss.

——–

A week later you get a text.

-

Yoongi: You up?

Y/n: yes

Yoongi: Can I see you for a moment?

Y/n: meet me at that coffee place then

Yoongi: ok

-

You arrive before him and order tea, the mug is warm and you wrap your hands around it, your fingertips throb in response to the high temperature. Your eyes are staring at the door, waiting for him to walk through it and do what they always do, apologize and talk about how regretful he feels. You’ve heard it all before and it didn’t touch you a bit!

Yoongi comes and goes straight to the counter to place an order and then proceeds to sit across the table to face you. “Hey, you ok?”

“I’m great, what about you? Let me guess-” You say coldly before being interrupted.

“I want to apologize for what happened.” He looks down and you notice he’s fidgeting.

“Yoongi, I liked it.” You don’t mind being blunt and you notice his cheeks going red.

“Y/n, I feel awful… For feeling the same.” There it is, get it out of your chest! You think to yourself.

“Stop this pity party, please! C’mon, let’s go for a walk.” You say while going towards the door and Yoongi follows you.

You lead the way. Yoongi is silent, eyes cast down. The night life is starting, people are starting to fill the streets. You keep looking at his face, you want to touch his hair again, feel his lips on yours like before, his gentle touch, his body against you. Just like that. His voice breaks your hallucination.

“I don’t know what to do! I don’t know if I could, if I should.”

“You do, you’re just scared but it’s OK.” You say placing a hand on his shoulder and he gently put his hand over yours. “What’s the point in overthinking this whole thing?!”

“Why are you acting like this? Aren’t you upset that I’m going for you when I have a girlfriend?” He says with frustration in his voice.

“No, save your breath.” You say while placing yourself in front of him, face to face. He looks into your eyes this time without hesitation or discomfort but with determination. You lean closer and he runs his hand in your cheek and down to your lips, you place a little peck on his thumb, Yoongi holds your face with his hands taking time to appreciate your features, to brush the tip of his nose on yours.

“You make me wanna be bad, y/n.”

Yoongi slowly kisses you, taking his time to savor the moment. Your run your hands through his blonde hair. He proceeds to place one hand in your waist to pull you closer; his touch, contrary to his lips, is tight full of desire, he wants more of you. He slowly break the kiss with little pecks and finally placing one in your forehead. You rest your head on his chest inhaling his spicy but sweet perfume, you know his heart is beating faster, “Come to my place.” you say in a whisper, Yoongi nods before hugging you tighter.

A soon as you two get inside Yoongi pulls you quickly against the door to place another peck on your forehead before kissing you again. You drop your bag on the floor while he gets rid of your jacket, he’s not holding back anymore and neither is you.

You push him against the wall while taking off your blouse, he does the same exposing his pale chest now in touch with your skin. His hands grips your ass and lifts you up, Yoongi place a few kisses on your chest. Not wasting any more time you drag Yoongi to your room, next to the bed you lightly push him down. “So mean.” He teases.

“You have no idea!” You say getting on top of him, untying his jeans and exposing his hard member inside his underwear. You kiss his chest making sure it’ll leave hickeys behind, tracing your way towards his belly. His breath is louder now and he mumbles a “fuck…” You tease him by stopping midway close to the elastic of his boxers to pull his pants down.

Yoongi proceeds to take off your pants and undo your bra, he carefully places you on the bed, kissing your neck and going down to suck on the tip of your breasts, you shiver in pleasure, he keeps going down placing kisses on your body.

“You’re so beautiful, y/n.” He takes your underwear slowly, you’re totally exposed now and aching for more, “I’m dying to taste you.” Yoongi whispers and fiercely opens your legs to bury his face between them without hesitation; “You’re all wet for me already, babe!” a little moan leaves your mouth making him fast the pace of his tongue, his hands squeeze your thighs harder and harder while you arch your back.

“Yoongi!” You kept moaning louder and louder.

He knew exactly what he was doing placing two fingers at your entrance, you were so close to coming now but you wanted him inside of you first. “I want you. I want you, now!” you said pulling him up noticing the precum mark on his gray boxers. You quickly opened the drawer on your nightstand to grab a condom and reached his member, “Lay down.” You carefully put the condom on him and licked the length of his cock making him moan, still keeping eye contact you took his tip on your mouth moving your tongue around and finally sucking on it, he was inside of your mouth now and you were greedy taking it all making his tip touch your throat, he moaned louder and a few tears rolled down your cheek.

“Fuck! You’re so good.” He moaned and grabbed the sheets when you sucked harder. You couldn’t wait anymore, you got up and kissed his lips again before rubbing your clit against his member a few times before slowly putting it inside, adjusting yourself to the thickness of his member, when you took it all in he sighed deeply in satisfaction.

You rode him intercalating your velocity driving him crazy. In a sudden move he turned around making you fall on the bed, Yoongi is on top now moving furiously making you scratch his back. He circles small and delicate circles on your clit, while fastening his pace. “Faster!” You order. A few strokes and he’s a sweating mess.

“I’m close, y/n.” Still rubbing you and holding one of your hands in a tight grip you two melt away in pleasure, your moans are louder now. Yoongi finds strength to a few more strokes before falling on top of you, head resting on your shoulder when you hear him chuckle when your insides throb around his cock. “You’re so thigh, so so good.” He says placing a kiss on your forehead and falling to your side.

“You’re not that bad…” You say making laugh. You two are still breathing heavy when he pulls you closer to his chest and caress your head in silence while the clock ticks the night away, your eyelids feel heavy and you fight the urge to tell him leave falling asleep with his arms wrapped around you.

End.

Notes: I hope you like it and let me know whatever you think of it, ok?! I thought about making a sequence to this, the *chef’s kiss* angsty final, if you’d like to read it let me know too!!!

 As you may have noticed I suck at describing stuff and I absolutely don’t know how to use a comma, BUT I have time to improve!

[theactivememoir]

7.19.18 So I moved to North Carolina...

I’ve lived in Southern California my entire life. And the opportunity came about for a chance to move in with my cousin, we’ll call her M, who lives in North Carolina. I’ve never left SoCal. (Minus vacays to Cancun, but that doesn’t count) So when the opportunity came up to move in with M, I jumped all in. Sold my car in a day, started packing my life away, bought a one way ticket. (Thanks mom) And basically started saying my goodbyes to everyone and everything I knew, and thought I knew. 

Also to note: was freaking out about taking a plane ride solo, because I one, already hate flying, and two, have never flown alone. But basically took my anxiety about that and pushed it to the back burner till the night before.

I had a ton of mixed signals from my friends. Some were super happy for me, some jealous that I could leave Cali. Because lets be honest its not all that great like the rest of the US believes it is. Palm trees are stupid, traffic sucks, and they keep building houses so the lines at In n Out are wayyyy too long now. But I also had friends that were mad at me for leaving. Had one person even try to convince me that I could make it solo in Cali by just moving to another city. No way would that ever be possible. CA is too expensive and there’s too much pressure to be the best and richest person around. (And way too many superficial and fake people) 

But to be brutally honest, CA hasn’t been all that nice to me for the 21 years I’ve been here. I’ve never loved it, never really felt like it was home. Don’t get me wrong, I cried when I was leaving my dance ballroom the last night I was able to go before the move, because I have finally cultivated over the last 3 years an amazing and tight knit friend group there and they were basically my dance family. And of course my actual family is all here in CA too. But I was never satisfied with the over hyped state that I lived in.

It was super stressful packing everything up and trying to figure out how to pack clothes for the next 6-8 months for a state that actually has real seasons and weather. Not to mention how do you go from living in a house with all the storage space you could ever ask for, to fitting what the essentials are for life into a single suitcase, a carry-on, and a backpack.

I took like half a Xanax for the plane ride here and basically passed out almost immediately after the plane had leveled out after take-off. So the flight was a breeze. (There might be a pun in there?) Delta had LotR Fellowship of the RIng for free so I was content for 4.5 hrs :). When the flight was going into its decent I basically squished the people next to me since I was in the aisle seat and about lost my shit when I saw a sea of green out the window. TREES, REAL FUCKING TREES. So many shades of green, I thought they were just colors in photos but noooooo the real things is so much better. Hunter green, and forest green, and olive, lime, mint, laurel, etc etc. I didn’t know so many could exist. And the trees just go on for miles and miles.

The weather hasn’t been too bad, its hot, definitely hot, but not too humid. The breeze comes to visit occasionally and takes the initial burn of the sun away for a time. So the day you are left with is a hot day that just encapsulates summer, with a warm breeze and the green trees all around, summer flowers blooming and birds singing as they fly through the periwinkle sky. How I could ever think California was a place to stay, I have no idea. To think it took me this long to finally leave and see that there was a whole world unknown to me. The roads look like stock photos of far away places, where the tall trees line the road and you can only see for so far because nature is just BOOM right there. The highways are like four lanes that politely run their way through the ever towering trees that line the road. And they just go on and on, and the air is so fresh here.

Where I live is basically the rural country side mixed with being close enough to downtown that its not the middle of nowhere. And by downtown I mean like, that quaint little downtown you see in the movies, where the train station and railing cuts through and little shops line the road running parallel to the tracks. Each shop family owned and local artists and companies hang their business cards for people to know they are there. Family recipes made at the bakery, the bookstore a tiny but homey place full of new stories and adventures to read. Each coffee shop a friendly and cozy place to read or work on your computer. Brick buildings met with wooden signs saying “Welcome, please come in” and the ever sneaking ivy slowly growing taller and thicker, soon to overtake the side wall of the building.

I’ve been here a week and haven’t felt an ounce of being homesick. I never want to leave here. The pace of life is so much slower and better, there’s no rush, no pressure, no craziness. It’s so calm and relaxing it almost feels too good to be true. The chance to drop everything and just start a new life in a new state. Even the way I decorated my room is new to me. Minimalistic with a touch of artsy. Not like the minimalistic was intentional, well kinda, but I also didn’t bring enough to make my room be cluttered. But the main point of why I love it here so much is the freedom. I can be myself and don’t need to explain what I’m doing, and why I’m doing it. I have a lot of learning to do, and growing up. But that’s for me to learn and no one else to tell me how and when to learn it. I even enrolled in school and want to finish with as high ranking grades as I can get. But everything is at my pace and at my finger tips. It’s my life now, and I get to have so many adventures figuring out how I’m going to live it. There’s so many things that could happen, so many opportunities, just simply because I was able to hit the refresh button.

And its so refreshing and relieving having gotten the chance to restart, and there’s a couple people I know that I wish they get to have their own chance at a restart because, even when I was back home I felt better about myself knowing I had this opportunity. And now that I’m living through it, it would be so good for those people to experience too. A chance for freedom, independence, adventure. Adventure is out there, and I hope everyone gets a chance to explore it.