#like i hate to say it but i was not shocked that all but like two of those guys really liked or respected me at all

[borathae]

Scents | JJK x f.Reader

“Life as Jungkook’s mate is everything you ever dreamed of. He is there for you, he keeps you safe, fulfills all your wishes and fucks you to complete satisfaction. Life as your mate is, well, it’s how Jungkook always imagined having a home feels like. Because his life as his father’s son isn’t easy, but with you by his side, it finally doesn’t hurt anymore. When one night, Jungkook comes home feeling like shit because of his father, you decide to show him that he can always count on you to be his comfort and his distraction.”

Pairing: Alpha!Jungkook x f. omega!Reader

Genre: Werewolf!AU, True Mates!AU, Married Life!AU, Angst, Hurt & Comfort, Fluff, Smut

Warnings: lots of plot <3, Kook is such a layered character omfg, his father is abusive fr, we hate him, she is there for him, scenting for comfort, he cries in front of her for the first time, this is just so :(, which means that the smut is gonna hit so hard, scene switch to morning, morning cuddles & slow kisses, he loves her i just want to say it again that he really loves her, he really does, the next ones are for the smut: needy Dom!Jungkook, service sub!Reader, she wants to make Him feel good for a change, adoration of his scent spots, which he never had done before so he is a goner, neck kisses, nipple licking & play, thigh kisses, biting, he has a big dick, oral sex (m.receiving), deep throating, rough face fucking, in my universe omegas can switch off their gag reflex, stimulation of his knot, she licks his balls too, lots of drool, and lots of slick, they do it on the window bench first where she kneels, then he carries her to bed and fucks her face while he stands, dirty talk & praise, pussy fingering & clit play while he face fucks her, choking (f.receiving), cum swallowing, rough hair pulling, multiple orgasms for both, very rough penetrative sex on the window sill from behind, exhibitionism kink cause yk window, squirting, subby girl tears, belly bulging, major breeding kink, creampies, they call each other "my omega" & "my Alpha", the softest & most loving aftercare, i want him so bad, also! he is a lot taller & stronger than her

Wordcount: 13.5k

a/n: you wanted more of alpha!koo, unaware that i was already working on a third installation because i want more of him too. i don’t think you even understand What he means to me like this story means so much to me and I’m so happy that so many of you love him as well <3 tbfh? there will definitely be more of him in the future but for now let us enjoy giving him the sloppiest head ever 💛 ps: i really need him to be my Alpha like-

You know from the sound of his bike that he was home. You drop the paint roller, which you were using before, to greet him by the door. You are currently redoing the living room so that it would feel homey. Jungkook told you that you can do whatever you want, as long as it makes you happy. It makes you really happy and you are practically skipping to the door to tell him all about your awesome day. 

You reached a point in your marriage where you get excited at the aspect of exchanging stories of your days with each other. Having Jungkook come home and listening to him tell you about his day is so exciting to you. In return, you can’t wait to share your day with him. Whatever this might mean in your development of feelings for him, seems positive to you. You definitely don’t want it to stop. 

You enter the hallway in sync with Jungkook. 

“There you are, I have so much to show-”

Bang! 

Jungkook coincidentally slams the door closed at the same time with you beginning your story. You stop abruptly, covering your ears instinctively. Loud noises scare you. They always have. Maybe it has something to do with your omega gen, but when something is loud, it means danger to you. 

Jungkook is huffing his air at first, but takes a moment of shocked gathering where he realises that he wasn’t alone. He lifts his eyes, studying you in a mixture of guilt and shock. 

“What are you doing here?” he asks you. 

“I don’t know”, you speak quietly, body smaller to keep yourself protected, “I’m sorry.” 

“For what?” he is talking harsher than he normally does.

“Just so.”

“You don’t have to be sorry.” He throws the keys on the dresser and shrugs off his leather jacket. He slips off his boots and discards them on the rack. 

“Did something bad happen?” you ask him while your body is still trying to regulate itself from the loud noise. You feel shaken and jittery, despite being aware that you aren’t in actual danger. 

“When does anything good ever happen to me?”

Your heart stings in a funny way. Does this mean that this bond is terrible to him?

“Oh, uhm.”

He studies you, visibly regretting his poor choice of words.

“I didn’t mean it like that. I just. Fuck, I just need to be alone, I can’t do this right now”, he says and stomps past you to the cellar door.

He has a home gym down there. In which he very obviously disappears right now. He slams the cellar door closed and moments later, you can hear the downstairs speakers blast heavy metal music.

You feel helpless and clueless. In the end, you sit in the living room, unable to do anything because you are frozen. You wonder if it is something you did. Maybe he actually hates the home renovations and he finally had enough. Maybe you are being too clingy. Maybe you aren’t being clingy enough. Or maybe it has nothing to do with you. Whatever it might be, you can’t figure it out and so you are frozen.

You continue to sit frozen and helpless until Jungkook returns from the cellar an hour later. You know when he finally leaves because the music turns off and he stomps upstairs.

You are on your feet instantly, following him hastily as he hurries to the front door.

“Where are you going? Talk to me, what happened?”

“Leave me alone, you’re only making it worse.”

He is going to leave. You can’t let him do that. Not when you are so confused. 

“I’m worried. Is it something really bad?” 

You are outside. All he has to do is take these five steps and then he has the house – and you – behind him.

“Jungkook”, you round him on the steps, forcing him to stop.

He snarls in distaste, sending you a poisonous look. You don’t feel scared in his presence however, placing your hands on his upper arms. They are hot to the touch and his muscles are hard. As if his entire body is constantly tensing in anger. 

“Talk to me. What happened?” you stress, rubbing his flexed muscles in hopes of calming him down. 

“Well, what do you think happened? My dad happened”, he spits.

“Fuck, so I was right. What did he do?”

Two hours prior

Jungkook drags his heavy legs to the foot of his father’s throne. It would be really awesome if the throne was only a metaphor, but it wasn’t. His father quite literally sits on a throne, head held high and eyes lowered in judgement about his son’s state. Alphas normally don’t do that.

“It’s done, father”, the words come with difficulty for Jungkook. His ribs still ache from having them punched repeatedly. “The last of Urquard’s pack is gone. I did it. Ah, fuck.”

Exhaustion and a still healing leg drag Jungkook to his knees. He falls hard, pillowing his descent with his hands. Some of the omegas present instantly rush to help him, touching him on spots of his body to check for more wounds. Jungkook is heaving and panting, staring at the floor as he waits for the pain to pass. He should be used to it by now. He stopped counting how many times his father sent him past the walls to eradicate his enemies. They were never Jungkook’s enemies. If he was the Alpha, there wouldn’t even be any to begin with.

Jungkook should be used to the pain by now, but he isn’t. Just as he isn’t used to his father’s stone heart.

“Get up, boy. An Alpha doesn’t show weakness.”

His father never asked him if he was alright. He never did. Jungkook bites back his emotions, standing back up with the help of the omegas. He wipes the blood from his mouth, forcing his head to stop pounding.

“Forgive me, father. I guess being bit in the leg twice and then having your side scratched open does that to someone.”

“I don’t want to hear it. Be glad that your mother only bore you, otherwise I would have replaced you as my heir ages ago. Ungrateful brat.” 

“Are we done here? I’m exhausted.” 

“We are done once I tell you that we are done. And you fucking omegas stop touching my son!” 

The omegas flinch back, scurrying away from Jungkook as quickly as possible. He studies them with a tight face, shifting his eyes to his father afterwards. 

“I’d prefer it if you stopped talking to the pack like that.”

His father scowls, gripping the arm rests of the throne tightly, “what was that?”

“You heard me. You wanna be their Alpha? Treat them with respect. Please.”

“I am their Alpha!” His father yells. 

Jungkook should be used to it by now, but it doesn’t get easier. That’s his fucking dad and he is yelling at him. Why does shit like this hurt even after the millionth time?

“Why are you yelling at me? I was only making a suggestion.”

“Because you don’t get to suggest anything! You get to listen and behave!”

“You know. It hurts me when you yell at me. I wanna talk with you like normal people. Why can’t we? Just once, please dad.”

“Oh so now I’m the bad guy? Look at yourself first! If you didn’t turn out to be such a disappointment, I wouldn’t have to yell!” 

“I’m a disappointment?” Jungkook gasps, touching his aching chest. “I just killed ten wolves for you, dad. I do everything you ask of me. I take the pain no matter how much it hurts and I’m a disappointment?” 

“And yet you ended up bonding with an omega. If your mother was still alive, she would hate the view of you.”

“If mom was still alive she would tell you that you’re a major jerk!” Jungkook finally yells, spilling tears he doesn’t want his father to see. “And she would be happy for me! Mama always wanted to see me happy, she wouldn’t hate me!” 

His father jumps up and closes the distance to strike Jungkook across his face. Jungkook stumbles back, feeling disoriented for a few moments. It hurts, but not as much as it once did. His father is getting old and weaker.

“Don’t hit me. Why did you do that, dad?”

His father grabs his collar, lifting his hand in warning.

“You rather I use my claws?” he threatens.

“Go on. Do it”, Jungkook challenges through his angry tears. “It’s nothing I haven’t felt tonight. It’s nothing I keep feeling whenever I leave these walls to kill in your name. My hands are trenched in the blood of innocents while you sit on your throne, clean. You really think that your claws could damage me?”

His father scowls, flashing his eyes golden. Jungkook challenges him, eyes burning so much brighter. The truth has been out there for months. It is the reason why his father clings to his throne so obsessively, why he sends Jungkook on such deadly missions. He is losing his spot as the true Alpha. Dynamics in the pack are changing.

“I’m keeping the pack safe, father. Remember that. I’m the one who looks out for everyone. Like an Alpha should”, Jungkook challenges. 

His father growls, pushing him away to stumble back to his throne paranoid and blind in rage. 

“Go. I can’t look at you.”

The victory of tonight is Jungkook’s, but it leaves him empty. He doesn’t want to win, he wants a normal interaction with his dad that doesn’t leave him feeling drained and like shit. Fucking hell, he just wants a normal family. 

“Good night, father.”

Jungkook turns and leaves the throne room, holding is head high despite feeling as low as the fucking floor.

The now

“Urgh! I just”, Jungkook lets out and turns to slam his fist into the stone pillar. It crumbles at some parts under his strength and when he pulls back, bloody imprints of his knuckles are on the white stone.

“Jungkook, oh my god, you hurt yourself”, you gasp, trying to reach for his fist but before you can, he punches the pillar again.  

More crumbling and bloody prints.

“Stop it, you’re already bleeding.”

“If I don’t punch this fucking pillar, I’ll do something I’d regret. I’m so angry”, he growls and does it again.

“Stop it! This isn’t you!” 

“But it is”, Jungkook barks, whipping around to look into your eyes as he spits his words. “You’ve just never seen me like this. You’ve never seen me fucking angry.”

“No. No, you aren’t like this.”

“Don’t. Don’t tell me who I am. You have no idea who I am! How could you? If your deadbeat brother didn’t fuck up and I had to mark you, you never would have had to bond with me. You’re not in love with me, of course you don’t know me!”

You bite back tears.

“Don’t say that”, you get out quietly.

“I mean it. And, here is a little fact for you. This is me. I’m impulsive, I do stupid shit and explode in anger. This is me. So go ahead, push me away, call me a fucking dick. That’s just who I am.”

Your heart feels heavy, forcing you to whimper like a hurt puppy. Jungkook falters, taking a small step back.

“Leave me alone”, he says because he feels that pushing you away is all that he can do right now. 

You however don’t feel strong enough to leave. Behind all this anger and aggression, behind every brick he breaks, you can smell the hurt and insecurity he is currently feeling. He might hide it behind violence, but you are his true mate and an omega. All you can smell is that he feels like an anxious pup pushed into a corner, desperate for care and a helping hand.

“I said leave”, he stresses.

“No.” 

“Yes.”

You shake your head and step closer.

“Go! Before I use it.”

He is talking about his Alpha voice. It is a voice which will force any beta or omega into instant subordination and agreement. Any good natured, kind Alpha rarely uses this voice because of how much it feels like an abuse of power. Other, less kind, Alphas find joy in making their pack obey this way. Urquard was one of those Alphas. You know Jungkook, you know the kind heart and gentle soul he hides behind  his tough exterior. He would never use his Alpha voice. Especially not on you. 

This is just a desperate, empty threat. 

“I don’t want to leave you alone in this.” 

“Well, you have to because I’m telling you. With, with my voice. Go.” 

You close the last distance and pull him down to you.

“I said leave”, Jungkook insists panickedly, body tense. 

You rub your nose into the scent spot on his neck, hoping to spread some of your relaxing scent this way. He reeks of anxiety and guilt right now. 

Jungkook tries to protest again, fight you off and not appear weak, but you are very powerful in your attempts of calming him down, breaking him within a minute. 

“Why are you doing this?” he sighs out and hugs you, melting with you and revealing more of his neck to you. It feels so good. In no way in a sexual manner, but emotionally and physically and in some way also spiritually. 

Jungkook felt all over the place. He felt out of balance, without footing or a destination. He felt betrayed and hurt, but also anxious and insecure. It was eating him alive and all of a sudden, it is gone. All of it. It is just gone. And it’s all you. His head is quiet, his heart feels light and his stomach stopped twisting. He is free. And he is home. 

He buries his nose in the crook of your neck, right where your scent spot lies, and inhales deeply. He cradles you against him, strong hand on the back of your head and eyes closed. 

He exhales, shedding his heart of today’s burdens.

“I’m here now, Koo”, you whisper, playing with his hair slowly.

He never felt such relief before. Nor has he ever experienced such comfort. It goes so deep and feels so real. Jungkook wonders how he was able to get through life for so long without you. 

Sighing deeply in relief, he pulls you closer and puts his hands under your jumper so he can feel your skin. Warm and soft. You seem to melt closer from the touch, which only calms him down more.

It is a quiet moment as you and he stand on the porch and let the day finally stop bothering you. You and he aren’t aware yet that you are visible to anyone who could walk by your home, but if you were, you wouldn’t care. Let the world see that you and he found meaning in this once forced bond. Let them see what it means to be mates. And let his dumb father see that a bond between an omega and an alpha actually works. 

You change sides of his neck, wanting to make sure that he smells your scent equally. You stop by his lips as you make your way to it, having your eyes closed and resting your forehead against his’. He has his eyes closed as well, breathing slowly. Kisses are exchanged in the slowest rhythm ever. It is meditative. There is nothing else to him right now than you and what you are doing to him. Whenever he breathes in, it feels as if the air is filling literally every single fibre in his body. And when he breathes out, it feels as if he is ridding himself of toxins. He was never as aware of his energy flow than he is right now, breathing with you and sharing kisses. He can feel it coursing through him, mixing with your energy until it feels as if he is glowing from the inside out. And then you reach the other side of his neck, you nuzzle him and give him soft kisses and Jungkook feels invincible. 

His head rolls back in defeat, he sinks into you for just a second before his bodily instincts kick in again.

“Sorry, almost lost it”, he whispers, dragging his words.

“It’s okay. Should we go inside?”

“Yeah, let’s do that”, he says and picks you up with his hands under your butt.

Your legs instinctively close around his waist, your arms hug him. You keep your nose in his neck, getting droopy in his warm, relaxed scent. 

“I’m sorry that you had to see me like this. And I’m sorry for all the things I said. I didn’t mean them.”

“It’s okay. I get it. You have every right to be as upset as you were. I just, I don’t want you to think that this is who you are. You’re not aggressive or impulsive. I know you. You’re strong and kind and really sweet.”

“Thanks.”

“And your mom would be proud of who you became.”

He stops in his steps, looking up at you with glassy eyes. You cradle his cheeks.

“I remember when she would make us picnic baskets and call you home when it was dark out. She loved you so much. I know how she was. She would still love you and she would be happy for you.” 

He presses his eyes closed, spilling tears he doesn’t want to spill. He curses, showing his fangs in a desperate snarl to control his emotions.

“It’s okay, I’m here”, you whisper, nuzzling his scent spot again.

Jungkook stumbles to the entrance hall dresser and sits you down on it, holding you oh so close. 

“Holy fuck”, he croaks out.

“I know, I’m here. Right here.”

Jungkook got used to the feeling of grief in his chest. He learned that it will always be there and learned how to live with it. It doesn’t mean that it ever stopped bleeding. You stop it right now. It doesn’t feel like a gushing open wound in his chest. It is there, but it is bearable, as if he can finally carry it in his hands without cutting himself. 

And it is all you. You make it bearable, you keep him in this warm, healing space. 

“Thank you”, he whispers, “my mama would love you so much if she was still here.”

“I’m glad to hear that. I’m sure that she would tease you about how it happened though.”

“Yeah”, Jungkook laughs, covering up a sob with it.

You laugh with him, changing sides of his neck to make sure that he gets your soothing scent equally.

“Yeah, she would. But she would be happy for us. Mama always wanted me to bond out of love and I did.” He looks at your face. “I don’t ever wanna let you go. I can’t believe I lived without you for so long.”

You fluster, “wow, I don’t know what to say. I just…wow.”

“Don’t say anything. Just know that you’re the most amazing person ever.” 

“Shut up, don’t say that”, you mumble, nudging his chest and avoiding eye contact in nervousness.

He laughs, picking you up in his arms to get you closer. You snicker, holding him tightly. 

You and he fall asleep holding each other that night. Jungkook sleeps through the entire night, which he never did after past arguments with his father.

Jungkook wakes after you the next morning. Your side is empty and cold. He peels his heavy eyes open, shifting them to where you disappeared off to. 

The window bench, lost in a book and with your face still puffy from sleep. The rising sun is illuminating you. Jungkook swears that he is seeing an angel when he looks at you. His heart flutters and his stomach tingles. He has such immense feelings for you and seeing you be so utterly you only strengthens them.

“Good morning”, he murmurs sleepily. His cheek is squished on the pillow, his back peeks out from the blanket because he is lying on his stomach.

You lower the book at the sound of his voice, looking at him. He is smiling at you.

“Hey, good morning.”

“Why aren’t you in bed?” 

“I had to pee and then I saw the book and yeah, it was over for my sleepiness.”

“Mhm, whatever it was, get back here now”, he lulls and rolls to his side so he can open the blanket for you.

Your bedroom in the morning is really chilly because the timer for the heater hasn’t turned on yet. He smells so warm under the blanket. His invitation is incredibly easy to take. 

You put the book aside and hurry back to bed, climbing under the blanket. It is warmed up from him.

Jungkook purrs in contentment, pulling you against his chest and into his arms. He hides his nose in the crook of your neck, tickling your skin as he sniffles sleepily. 

“Mhm, my favourite smell”, he whispers, snuggling closer.

You still haven’t gotten used to being cared for in such ways. Of course you had boyfriends who were in love with you, but none of it felt like Jungkook’s affection feels. 

His affection feels so deep, so real and so eternal. As if nothing could ever change it. As if all he ever wanted to do was love you. It is unfamiliar but nice. So nice. 

The sun wanders over the horizon while his fingers wander over your arm and his lips take small steps on your neck. Your once chilly body heats up under the blanket and because of his incredibly warm body. It is such a cozy state to be in that you are fighting gravity with your eyelids.

He exhales deeply.

“What’s the matter?” you ask him.

“Just living in the moment. I feel like shit, but it’s, I don’t know, bearable like this...” He traces your side, mouthing at your neck as he talks. “...with you in my arms…so warm and soft.” He slips his hand under your shirt, touching your skin most tentatively. “My life’s bearable like this.” 

His words and gestures are sweet and filled with relaxation, but you can’t help still feel a twinge of sadness for him. If only you knew that behind the elitist, distant façade he put on, a deeply complex and troubled person was hiding. Perhaps you wouldn’t have hated him so deeply.

“I’m sorry.”

“For what? It’s not your fault.”

“Yeah, but still. I could have made the first step too, maybe tried to fix our friendship. I thought that you felt like you’re better than anyone and therefore didn’t want to hang with us anymore. If I knew what you were going through, I…I just feel guilty. I’m sorry that I wasn’t there for you.” 

“Don’t be. I fucked it up, we grew up and thought that the other moved on. Of course I missed you, but I didn’t blame you.”

“Yeah well, I’m here now if you wanna talk.” 

Jungkook kisses your neck gently, whispering his words, “I’m gonna be okay. That’s just how my dad is. It’s okay.”

You keep quiet, but hold him closer. No kid should have to defend their own parents like that. But you also understand him. His father is the only kin Jungkook has left. If he cut him off, the last reminder of his once happy family dies right with it.

“But this is nice”, Jungkook says and shifts so he can kiss your cheek. He purrs and lifts his head to give you a smile, caressing your temple. 

You retort it, but apparently do such a bad job at it that he furrows his brows in worry.

“What’s the matter?”

“Nothing.”

“No, something’s up. Tell me.”

“I’m sorry that your dad sucks.”

He falters, looking to the side.

“Uhm, it’s fine. Thank you”, he says and sits up, “seriously, it’s fine.”

You sit up, closing the distance to hug his waist and kiss his shoulder. Jungkook places his hands over yours, leaning back into you. 

“If there is something I can do, just tell me”, you offer, rubbing his stomach and chest slowly, “I’m here for you from now on.” 

“Just be you. That’s all I need from you.” He takes your left hand and guides it to his lips. “Just be you.” He kisses the wedding band on your ring finger, resting his nose against it afterwards. “You bring me so much peace.”

“Oh.”

“Yeah”, he smiles to himself and squeezes your hands, “now I really gotta go. I need to shower because I feel like I stink.”

“No, you smell so good.”

“Thanks, but I still need to go.”

You get the sense that he needs this. Emotionally. That he needs this shower to leave yesterday truly behind him, watching it metaphorically run down the drain as he washes it off of him. So you let him.

“Yeah, okay. I’ll be here when you come back. Today’s a lazy day, don’t wanna leave the bedroom.”

“I’m taking your words for it.”

And with that, he leaves for a shower while you sink back into the pillow. You stare at the ceiling for a while, thinking. 

You have wonderful parents. Of course they have their flaws and made mistakes like any parent does, but they love you. And you love them. You would describe your relationship with them as healthy. So you don’t have any first hand experiences of bad parents like Jungkook does. 

It doesn’t make your understanding and shared pain for his situation any less however. It hurts you to know that his father manages to hit him so deeply that Jungkook still recovers from it one day later. You make a promise to yourself that morning to be the shoulder he can always lean on. Because that’s what best friends are here for, that’s what mates do. 

For the rest of Jungkook’s shower, you think of him and everything you have already experienced together in your short time as mates.

Jungkook forgot to bring his briefs to the bathroom with him, joining you in the bedroom in nothing but his towel. Snug around his hips, it reaches him a little under his knees. His hair is freshly washed and blow dried. His torso is bare and dried off. You are sitting on the window bench, clearly waiting for him, when he joins you. 

The view of him instantly shoots warmth between your legs. It is instinct. You can’t help it. Especially when you woke up not that long ago and you are still so warm from being held. 

“Hey there, baby”, he greets you, making his way to his closet.

“Hey.” 

“Why are you sitting over there again?” he asks you, busy with picking out briefs. “Is the book that good?”

“No I uhm. I was thinking.”

“What were you thinking, baby?” 

You stand up and close the distance. Jungkook turns to you, giving you his full attention and his hands when you take them. The briefs are forgotten again. You lead him to the window bench. 

“I was thinking, you had a bad day yesterday and you still have a sucky morning and maybe I could make it better.”

“You already did. The thing you did yesterday was amazing. I haven’t slept that well in, like, basically ever. I feel so good, baby.”

“Yeah well, what if I do something else amazing too?” 

“I don’t seem to follow.”

You sit him down. Jungkook looks up at you because you are standing and therefore are taller than him. But there is no ounce of power shift in your dynamic. He might be looking up at you right now, but you still feel so utterly submissive to him. It is nice because it is safe and feels like home. He puts his hands on your waist, talking in a warm yet raspy voice.

“And what’s that something else supposed to be?” 

“Please don’t judge me. Promise.”

“I promise. Now tell me. Come on baby, don’t make me work for it”, he encourages you, rubbing slow circles into your lower back. He slipped his hands under your sleep shirt, so his current touch is addicting. So warm and raw. You could honestly melt in his hands once he gets you started.

You put your hands on his strong shoulders and take a deep breath to gather your courage. You make your confession as you breathe out.

“Can I give you a blowjob?” 

Jungkook gawks with widened eyes, giving you his answer in the form of shocked silence. It makes you nervous and so you shift from one foot to the other.

“Please say something”, you whisper.

“Why on earth did you think that I would judge you for this?”

“I don’t know. I’m sorry, I-I know it’s a lot of me to ask and kinda insensitive. Oh god, is it insensitive? I’m sorry, I swear I didn’t mean-”

He silences your nervous babbling by cupping your cheek and pulling you down into a kiss. Your knees buckle instantly, the electric pull he has on you, tugs you on top of his lap. A small moan escapes you when his hands instinctively grab your ass and squeeze. The touch is so tender and possessive. It feels so good. Honestly, you would have started to kiss him until your lips were tired if he didn’t break the kiss to talk.

“Don’t apologise. Yes, baby?”

You nod your head, whispering a shy “yes.”

“Yes. That’s good.” He gives you a sweet smile, running his strong hands to your waist. “You’d actually want to blow me?”

You nod your head. 

“Kook, I missed you”, you confess and rest your forehead against his’. 

Jungkook chases the affection, sliding his hands into your pants and back to your ass to squeeze it gently.

“You missed me?” he whispers, letting you taste his minty breath while his fingers drive you just a little bit insane.

“Yeah, when you were in the shower, I missed you. I, I thought of us and my life and how awesome it is to be your mate and then I thought of the sex we’re having and how good you always make me feel.”

“I do. That’s so important to me, baby”, he rasps, kneading your soft buttocks. His touch is needy. He can’t deny it. Feeling your naked skin under his fingertips after such a yesterday is healing him as much as it turns him on. His instincts tell him to get you naked and fuck you until his anger is gone. His love for you tells him to take it slow and really saviour the current moment. As always, the latter wins. It will always win when it comes to you.

“And then I thought about all the things we haven’t done yet. And I never gave you head before and I…” you exhale shakily, giving his shoulders a needy squeeze, “Koo, I really need to have your cock in my mouth. Please can I make the bad yesterday go away? A-and maybe make this morning nice?” 

“Yes, holy fuck, of course you can”, he breathes out, pulling you against his body and claiming your lips in a passionate kiss. 

You almost fall sweet victim to it, but stop yourself before that can happen, breaking the kiss.

He purrs, chasing you. 

“You have to tell me what to do. I really suck at taking the lead”, you confess, giving him shy puppy eyes.

He chuckles, “I can do that. What if I tell you to surprise me? Mhm? That you have free range of my body and I want you to surprise me?” 

He takes your hands and begins guiding them over his bared torso. 

You follow the touch with your eyes, heart racing and breath speeding up. 

“You can touch me wherever you want to.” He makes you trace his pecs. “Feel me up.” He guides your fingers over his ribs. “Turn me on”, he purrs and drags your fingers through the ridges of his impressive abs.

“Kook”, you moan, writhing on his lap. You are soaking through your shorts by now, getting it all over his towel as well. The morning sun shines so beautifully on his skin, really bringing out how muscular he actually is. And just how sun kissed his skin is.

“You can do whatever you want, baby. Why? Because that’s what I’m ordering you to do”, he says, making you trace the glimpses of his pubes sticking out from the towel.

“Oh god”, you whimper, salivating to the point of barely containing it.

“Is this something you can do for me, baby? Can you be my good omega and surprise me?”

“Yes, I can do that”, you press out, voice quivering in excitement. You gulp down your saliva hungrily, spilling some down your chin. You can’t help it. Your body is preparing for his cock in your mouth and it is such a turn on for you.

“Look at you.” He wipes the drool for you. “Does it turn you on to follow my commands?” 

“Yeah, so much. Koo, I want to kiss your chest. Please.”

“Do whatever you want. I’m all yours, baby.” 

“Oh god”, you get out and begin. You can barely breathe. You are so nervous. This is such unexplored terrain for you. Being the one to touch and kiss is new to you. Normally you are the one receiving, but something about Jungkook makes you want to give. It still doesn’t take away the fact that you have no idea how to give. 

His neck first. This is familiar to you and gives you the needed confidence boost. It also really turns you on because his scent spots smell more and more like arousal. It is such a masculine scent, more lethal than any cologne could ever be. Sitting on his lap feels so good as you kiss and suck his neck.

Jungkook is in heaven, eyes closed sensually and body feeling weightless. Your mouth feels amazing on his scent spots, giving him the most intense tingles. It’s different this morning than it was yesterday. The deepest feelings you communicate are still to relax, but the intention is something else. This is meant to relax him so he can take the pleasure you are about to give him without any stresses in his head. And it’s working. Jungkook feels fucking droopy. 

Soon you have enough confidence to take on an unfamiliar path. Down along his collarbones to his chest. Jungkooktakes his hands off your body and puts them behind himself so he can lean back a little. 

You have better access like this, using your fingertips to get used to the unfamiliar paths. Up close like this, his strength is so noticeable. Shit, you are so into him. Feeling a little crazy, you grace your teeth over his skin. Jungkook purrs, pecs twitching as he tenses them in reaction to your bite. 

You shy away instantly, sitting up and covering your mouth behind your hands.

“I’m sorry.”

Jungkook tries not to show his disappointment, but you still see it. It increases your shyness. He takes a deep breath and opens his eyes.

“Why are you sorry, sweetie?” he asks you in a soft voice.

“I just haven’t done this before. Do you even like this?”

“Yes, baby I do. I like it too when I get some loving.”

“Oh.” You squirm on his lap. “This is hot. Do you really like it?”

“I do. It’s nice to lean back and really enjoy it for once.”

“Oh wow, Kook. Okay, this is so hot”, you confess and close the distance. His confession motivates you. It isn’t weird for him to receive as a change. He likes it. It turns him on. 

Dripping pleasure on his lap, you kiss and bite his chest with new found confidence. And Jungkook reacts in deep purrs and tenses of his pecs. His head is rolled back and his eyes are closed. He is utterly lost to the touches, turning you on with his scent and sounds. 

It isn’t long after, that you feel brave enough to take the next step. You take his nipple between your teeth and tug.

“Yeah…fuck” he cups the back of your head, arching into your mouth, “good girl, that’s amazing.” 

His praise makes you shudder. You drool and whimper as you kiss a path to his other nipple to repeat what you did. Suck, lick, bite and tug.

“Yes baby, yes”, Jungkook lulls, petting you in motivation. 

Change sides again. Maybe tug a little harder. Jungkook moans. Change sides. More confidence. Jungkook growls and closes his fingers around your hair. 

“You’re driving me insane”, he gets out under his breath, fighting for his air in deep pants afterwards. 

You have to look at him, kiss him and taste his moans. The kiss starts sloppily. Jungkook feeds you his tongue instantly, holding your hair possessively while his other hand rubs your soaked cunt over your shorts. This is his version of rewarding you for being such a good omega and it makes you mewl into his mouth unapologetically. 

“Koo, I’m so horny”, you confess. 

“Me too, baby. Wanna do disgusting things to you”, he says, giving your swollen clit an especially good rub.

You tremble, giving him your neediest puppy eyes. 

“But you’re not done. Give me more, baby”, he orders and takes his touch away. 

“Oh god.”

It hurts to be denied, but you aren’t sad about it. Being denied means that you can explore him more and you found your new obsession for it. You slip off his lap and kneel down between his legs. He spreads them for you in such a sexy way. With a needy moan, you connect your puffy lips with his upper stomach. You grab his sides, tingling when you can feel him tense up and later shiver. 

“Yeah, holy fuck…” Jungkook moans, rolling his head back and closing his eyes.

You mewl, drooling like crazy. His stomach is so sculpted and strong. Each new inch you explore, you kiss and lick and bite, makes you feel subbier and subbier. He is so strong and you get to worship him. Oh god, this is so hot.

“Keep going, fuck, so good…”

Jungkook gets pleasure through pleasing. This is what he thought was in his nature. This is what an Alpha is supposed to do. Please, give, touch. Jungkook thought that this is what he is supposed to enjoy. 

What you are currently doing, is rewriting his definition of wrong and right. Nothing which is “wrong” feels this fucking good. He is meant to get some loving too. And getting your loving is everything he ever needed.

It makes him desperate in ways which were still unknown to him. As a matter of fact, they get him so needy that he gives you his version of a beg when you finally reach his lower stomach. You are nuzzled into his faint happy trail when he begs.

“Fucking hell, if you don’t take off my towel soon and take care of It, Imma lose my fucking mind.”

You mewl something unintelligible, speeding up in your needy licks. Your hands follow his command while your mouth takes his exposed state to explore his scent spots. 

“Fuck. Woah”, Jungkook gasps, hands falling to your head and legs shaking in surprise. 

“Kook, oh my god. You smell so good”, you whimper, rubbing your face into his inner thighs. You need his scent all over you. 

“Baby, I’m serious. I’ll lose my mind, fuck. Ah fuck”, Jungkook warns, head pounding and cock aching. So this is how it feels to have his scent spots stimulated. No wonder that he regularly forces you into impromptu heat when he does it to you. All Jungkook can think about right now is rutting into you, knotting you and breeding you with his cum until he is alive inside you. The desire gets stronger and stronger and stronger and then it suddenly gets replaced by a new desire. The desire to fuck your pretty face until you are fed a full course meal of cum. 

The reason for his change of mood is your tongue licking his balls vigorously while your hands rub his scent spots. You keen needily as you do it.

Jungkook growls, tugging you away from him by a bundle of your hair. You mewl, gasping for air because of his strong grip.

“Stop teasing me or I’ll punish you”, he growls, but adds in the most loving and soft voice, “okay, baby? Do it for me.”

“Yes, Alpha”, you mewl and lower your head. You give his scent spots a bite each, then finally pay attention to his cock.

You dance a wet path from his balls to his swollen base up to his heated tip with your tongue, wrapping both hands around his base afterwards.

“___ baby…”

Jungkook watches you as you sink him in. Your lips look so good stretching around his girth. His head is pounding. This is the sexiest thing which ever happened to him.

“There we go, take in me”, he praises you, caressing your cheek gently. “What a good omega you are.”

You whimper, sucking on his tip vigorously.

Jungkook frowns, “urgh fucking intense. Yeah that’s it, baby. Suck me off.” 

Drool runs down his shaft, messying your fingers. You use it to your advantage, jerking off his base with it.

“Fuck, so good. Do you like? Mhm, does Alpha taste good, baby?” Jungkook lulls, vision just a little blurry because you suck him off really fucking hard.

You slip off of him, voice quivering as you answer him.

“Alpha tastes so good. Thank you, ah, so much”, you get out, shaking with your entire body. Of course you love it. Your dream is coming true. You get to taste your Alpha’s cock. Your need for him is unbearable. 

You open wide and take him in completely. Your nose hits his crotch, your lips feel his balls.

“Woah. Wait”, Jungkook gasps, stopping you instantly. He even pulls you off of him.

“What?” you ask him, looking up at him with needy eyes.

“You don’t have to do this.”

“What do you mean?”

“Force all of me inside. I know I said to stop teasing, but I didn’t mean it like that. You can stay at the tip. You don’t have to push yourself.” 

“Why not?” 

“Because you don’t have to make yourself gag for me.”

You widen your eyes in shock, staying silent long enough for Jungkook to become a little nervous.

“What?” he stresses.

“Did you…never get head from an omega before?”

“Why…is this so bad?” 

“No, it’s not. It’s just that…can I show you?”

“Sure?” he sounds unsure, but that’s okay, he will feel amazing in one, two, three. 

Jungkook gasps and tenses up, face falling in utter shock as you take him in completely and instantly start bopping your head up and down quickly.

“Woah, woah, woah. Woah. Fuck, wait. Woah.” 

He somehow manages to pull you off of him again. His cock slaps his abs, leaving a mess of spit and his pleasure. It throbs, begging to be taken in again.

“What was that?” he breathes out, pupils blown out and eyes glowing golden.

“Did you not like it?” 

“You didn’t gag.”

“We, uhm, omegas, you know, we can switch it off.”

“You can?!”

“Yeah, we can. When we’re with someone we really like, it happens automatically and I…” You nuzzle your nose into his scent spot, kissing it a few times before looking up at him. “I didn’t have to switch it off with you.”

“Wait. Oh my god, wait. Does that mean?”

“Yeah, I guess I really like you, Koo.”

“Baby, I’m. Wait, don’t make me get emotional, I-” He cups you cheek. “Baby, my love. Oh my god, my love.”

You giggle, “yeah, I guess it’s out there”, you say and take him back inside. 

“Yeah..it’s out there. Fuck, woah”, Jungkook croaks out and rolls his head back, burying his hand in your hair as deeply as your texture allows it as your warm mouth engulfs him entirely. He twists it a little, having to moan your name as you make him experience pleasure he never felt before.

You moan right with him, having to grasp his waist for support. You need it because it’s very difficult not to lose yourself.

Giving head for an omega is different than for others of the pack. Giving head has an almost drug-like effect on an omega, leaving it delirious and ecstatic. If the person they are giving head to is another omega or a beta, the effect is mild and an omega can easily go back to being normal afterwards. If the person is someone with the Alpha gen, it is a different story. 

Being close to an Alpha’s scent spots, tasting their pleasure and essentially getting bred in one way or another, bring the omega into a state of disillusion and an inability to think for themselves.

In the most disgusting and twisted circles of the werewolf community, evil Alphas use this to get disobedient omegas back under their control. The details of how such cruel acts happen will not be disclosed here, but trust, dear reader, that it is rarely gentle or consensual.

But Jungkook isn’t such an Alpha. Jungkook is kind and loving and gentle beyond anything else. And Jungkook is your true mate, which means that you have even less control over the effects his cock has on you.

You are so greedy for more, clawing at his waist to desperately get more of him inside. You mewl and sob as you do, barely breathing.

“Breathe, my love. Breathe”, Jungkook orders you, despite being so far gone. Because he is a loving Alpha. Because he knows how to make you feel safe. 

Your body obeys his orders because you currently are under his control and fighting your instincts is impossible. You breathe and breathe and breathe. Then get too greedy again. 

His base is starting to swell. Just a little bit. You wrap your left hand around his flushed tip to jerk it off while you connect your messy mouth with his growing knot. You tongue kiss the area sloppily, adding sucks to it as well. An Alpha’s knot is just as sensitive as his cockhead is. Perhaps even a little bit more sensitive. 

“___, holy fuck”, Jungkook gets out, actually closing his legs on you because of how good this feels. He moans loudly, throwing his head back to the point where he loses balance and drops into the pillows. 

He throws his left arm over his own eyes, moaning like a fucking pornstar while the morning sun shines onto his glowing face. He can feel his knot grow. It’s you who does this to him because of how good you make it feel.

“Baby, please don’t stop”, he actually begs, rolling his hips desperately to keep the stimulation going.

“Koo, I’m yours”, you get out and sink him back inside. His knot hinders you from deep throating him, but this doesn’t stop you. You wrap both your hands around his knots, jerking it off in circular motions while your mouth takes care of the rest. 

Jungkook writhes, voice pitching because of how honestly ruined you get him. His hands flail around for a little while, finding their support on the edge of the window bench. He grips it. Which is something totally new to him. He never had to grip something for support before. Especially not the edge of something. He feels like a fucking whore.

“Please don’t stop, it feels so good”, he gets out, squeezing the edge harder. 

Which honestly? It isn’t all that bad to feel this way because you give him so much pleasure. The kind of pleasure he swears should be illegal for an Alpha to feel.

Can people see him? He’s got windows all around him and the sun illuminates him like he is a fucking star. Can people see him? Can they see how the future Alpha of the pack is getting sucked off? Are they fucking jealous of their Alpha? Because he’s got the best wife and they don’t?

“Shit urgh”, he arches his back at the thought of people passing by and jealously watching their future Alpha get head, “don’t stop, holy fuck. Sweetie. I feel fucking high. Aaaahmmm.”

You couldn’t stop even if someone tried to drag you off of him. Jungkook’s constant begs not to stop manifest themselves in your drugged mind as little orders. Don’t stop. Alpha wants more. Don’t stop. You can’t stop even if someone tried to drag you off of him and it’s sacrilegious to you. 

You don’t want to stop. His taste is heaven. His scent is overwhelming. You have never smelled so much fucking pleasure on him. It’s making you even droopier.

“Yes baby, yes. My good omega. My fucking pretty omega”, Jungkook growls, sending you deeper into your delirious headspace.

Oh my god, you fucking love being his good omega. You sob around him, spilling tears. You love being his omega. You love it. You love it. You love it.

Trapped in your ecstatic omega space, you didn’t realise how much sloppier you became with your blowjob until Jungkook’s right hand in your hair lets you know. 

“Baby, you’re making me cum”, he gets out, tensing his stomach.

You mewl, shaking more than he does. You need his high. You need it so fucking bad. You suck him off harder, speeding up your hands around his throbbing knot. Please. You need him.

“Now, baby. ___ baby, now!” Jungkook tries to warn you but to no avail. He climaxes down your throat in thick spurts of his seed, gripping your head with both hands to rut up into you. 

He hits the back of your throat like this, really testing your jaw. Not that you mind. You are so drugged that he could do anything to you and you wouldn’t mind. All you can take in is hot cum down your throat and the ecstatic effect it has on you.

Jungkook comes down after seven thrusts, growling demonically and pulling you off. If he didn’t, his instincts would have kicked in and he would have hurt you. Your mouth is not your cunt. He can’t breed it like he could your pussy. He has to be stronger than his instincts. 

Using his abs, he sits up. His thighs are still twitching.

“Come up here you”, he orders you in a lull, pulling you to your feet and into a sloppy kiss. 

You fall on top of his lap, feeling limp in his arms. Like a little doll unable to use her muscles. Jungkook holds you safely, licking his cum out of your mouth. Tears mix with your drool and his cum. Jungkook instantly tastes them, breaking the kiss in worry. 

A mixture of drool and creamy cum seeps out your mouth, your cheeks are wet in tears. You whimper, desperately trying to get him to kiss you again. You can’t open your eyes, looking so goddamn intoxicated.

“Did I hurt you, sweetie? Is this why you’re crying?”

He can see from the way you move and your face is, that you are currently non verbal in submission. He instinctively knows that he could either break you right now or fix you up depending on how he will use this power.

“Arms up, baby.”

Your body obeys. He takes off your sleep shirt, pressing you against his chest like this. 

Naked skin and naked skin, he begins moving you and him in a slow grind. Your scent spots rub against his’, exchanging not only pleasure but also comfort. It slowly brings you back to him and Jungkook knows that, holding you through it. 

His knot shrinks again in the time, but his cock stays swollen. The situation you and he are in is too sensual and intimate for him to grow soft. His utmost desire still lies in breeding you. Oh, how he wants to breed you, his perfect omega. His. All his.

“Mine. You’re mine. You know that, mhm? You’re my pretty omega. Just mine.” 

“Yours”, you get out. 

“Hey baby, you’re back”, Jungkook breathes and lifts your head by cupping your cheek. “How are you doing? I was a little rough at the end. Is your jaw okay?”

“Yeah ‘s okay. I want more, but it’s so hard to move.”

“I know, baby. Do you trust me?”

You nod your head, leaning into his palm.

“Alpha is safe”, you lull, sending his heart into overdrive. He’s got you feeling safe. Fuck, he would set the whole world on fire if it meant you kept feeling like this.

“Thank you for your trust, baby. Now let me kiss you. You fucking ruined me”, he says and pulls you into a kiss, which you eagerly retort.

He moans deeply, picking you up while his tongue licks onto your mouth. It is like he is starving, like his own taste on your tongue is a drug to him. You moan just as much, writhing in his strong arms.

He carries you to bed like this. Kissing you as if he was starving. He lies you down by the edge of it, breaking the kiss when your head is tangling over the edge. He climbs off bed and rounds you so you have a view of him and his heavy cock between his fingers. He looks so big and veiny like this, forcing drool to the tip of your tongue. You sigh his name, opening and closing your mouth in hunger. You need him so bad.

“Tap your foot if you had enough”, he says and connects his leaking tip with your chin to drag it to your lips. “Now open up.”

You obey gladly, gurgling in ecstasy when Jungkook sinks his leaking cock back into your mouth. 

“That’s it. Take all of me”, he purrs, caressing your cheeks. His eyes are dark, lowered sexily as he gazes down at you. “So beautiful, taking me like this. Is it nice for you?”

You moan around him, nodding your head as best as possible. This is heaven. He fills you out so well. You could honestly orgasm with your throat because of how good it feels. 

“Fuck, it does…fuck, you drive me insane”, he rasps and picks up a rhythm. Finally. Fucking finally. 

You whimper, eyes instantly rolling back and jaw going slack. This is your heaven. This is everything you ever wanted. 

Jungkook watches your blissed reaction with a tingling stomach. He mewls, scrunching his nose and biting his lower lip at the same time. You are so beautiful, turning him on like no one else ever did. Quite frankly, Jungkook wasn’t even aware of how hard his cock can actually get. But being inside you like this, is showing him new sides of pleasure.

“This is so sexy, you have no idea”, he confesses, caressing your soft cheeks, “I’m making love to your face. It’s..hah it’s heaven, seriously.”

You whimper around him, reaching up behind you to touch him. You need to hold him, digging your fingers into the softness of his butt. It forces him to go even deeper, making him moan from the deepest parts of his stomach. He gasps afterwards, abs rippling and thighs twitching.

“Wow. Fuck. Holy fuck, wow”, he lets out, scrunching his face even harder. “So deep. What the fuck, wow.”

You moan with him, spilling tears of joy. He is right, he is so deep. So deep that you can feel his pubes tickle your nose and so deep that you drown in his masculine scent. Your body quivers, throat convulsing around his girth. You scratch down his butt against your will, stopping only when you have his thighs between your claws instead. So tensed and so big. It motivates you to take him even deeper. You lift your head as best as possible, bopping it back and forth on his cock.

“Fuck, your throat…it’s bulging so nicely, I just wanna…” he trails off, ghosting his thumbs over it as if he wanted to choke you. He doesn’t give in, not wanting to hurt you or go too far. 

You however want him to continue. You want him to steal your air and make you his’ in any way possible. You grasp his hands and pull them into place, doing the job for him. 

“___”, your name leaves him in a deep growl, cock throbbing in your tight throat. His strong hand closes around it, forcing it to tighten even more. 

You wail, clasping his lower arms with your claws exposed. 

“You’re so tight. Holy fuck, look at you taking me. Fuck. I can feel myself. Shit, baby. This is so hot”, he is babbling, which is new for him. It is insanely hot, driving you to the brink of insanity.

Air is sparse like this and you want it. You want to choke on his cock. You need it. You need to feel every second of it entering your mouth, every inch of throat he bulges, every tender spot appearing on your neck as he chokes it. 

You feel so high and satisfied and yet at the same time, you ache. You ache for more of him, wishing for something of him to fill you more. And more. More. 

“If you keep moving your hips like that baby, Imma think you’re tryna make me jealous with the air. Why you humping it, hmh?” Jungkook lulls his words, switching his hungry gaze between your fucked face and your needy hips.

You mewl, writhing. You can’t do it. He is tightening his grip on you, burying his thick cock deeper. His balls slap your face as he fucks it, his scent is making you foggy. And now he is teasing you. 

You can’t take it anymore, slipping your hand between your legs to take away the pain. You whimper around him, choking oh so sloppily as your fingers try to make up for the emptiness. Three digits. Three digits are buried inside your weeping cunt and it doesn’t help. You still feel empty, unsatisfied, needy. A fourth one doesn’t make any difference. You pump and twist and fuck your fingers into yourself, hoping that one of those things will scratch the itch, but it doesn’t. It only makes it worse because it makes you miss him.

It was a foggy evening, cold and wet and dark, when Jungkook showed you what his fingers could do for the first time. It happened in the living room, during a movie date which you planned to keep romantic. There were only supposed to be cuddles and snacks. One hour into the movie however, he had you naked and spread out on the couch while he drilled his long, tattooed fingers into your puffy walls. You might have ripped one of the cushions that evening.

And right now, it is haunting you. You want his fingers. Please. His fingers felt so good. He did it so much better, he fucked you so much deeper. Please.

You push him away with your free hand. Jungkook listens, letting his cock slip from your mouth. He holds it over your face, watching the spit drip from his tip back onto your lips.

“Please, it hurts. I want yours”, you beg, thrusting your hips up needily.

“Aww I see. I was already wondering what you were oh so clumsily attempting to do”, he teases you. “Let me do it, sweetie. Don’t worry, your Alpha’s got.”

He slides his hand into your shorts and swipes your hand away, giving you your sweet relief by sinking his long fingers into your dripping cunt. The position naturally allows his palm to press against your clit, applying such warm and intense pressure that you sob his name. He instantly picks up a quick rhythm, forcing you to cry out and claw at his hips in your clumsy attempt to get his cock back inside. He gives in for you, fucking his girth back into you in one harsh thrust. His right hand falls back to your throat, his hips pick up a punishing rhythm. The kind of rhythm which turns your moans into choking gurgles and which constantly slaps his heavy balls against your face. And how it leaves you feeling high. You stopped trying to swallow, letting the spit spill out of you messily and endlessly. It smears all over his cock and your face like this, making the glide so much easier.

“There we go, make those pretty sounds. Try to breathe whenever I pull out, baby. Breathe.”

You obey him. Breathe. Moan. Breathe. Sob. Breathe. Wail. Breathe and breathe and moan some more. You are so utterly his’. 

He has your face fucked, your throat claimed and now your cunt as well. Nothing. Truly nothing is missing.

“Yes baby suck on it. Suck it dry, baby. Suck it, yes baby. Yes. Fuck. Yes.” He is babbling, being loud with you as you shake and writhe your way to your orgasm. 

If this continues, it won’t be long. You are so high on him. So fucking high. Tears stream down your temples, your throat is starting to get sore from his rough breeding. You aren’t aware of it yet because you are truly lost to him. 

He is just as lost. It hasn’t been that long and your pussy is already so lose around his two fingers. Greedily, he slips in his pointer finger and pinkie too. You wail up, throbbing around him as you take his fist.

“Feels good?” 

“Ymgmeahm”, you gurgle out, grasping his hips to the point you leave marks.

“I’m gonna fucking ruin you, baby. Gonna put some puppies down your throat, make you my fucking cumslut”, Jungkook is losing it, which means that he is just as drugged as you are. Just in his own kind of way.

The kind of way which means that you are getting fucked harder and better. Which also means that he brings you over the edge mere moments later.

“Ah! Baby!” he yelps, legs stuttering. He throws his head back. “___!” 

He orgasms right with you, finding his crescendo deep in throat, which forces you over the edge a second time. And while your screams are muffled by his heavy cock, his scream bounces off the bedroom walls.

He didn’t even know that he could be this fucking loud. Normally, he is always the one who gets his partners screaming. Or in his case ever since he became your true mate, who gets you, his pretty wife, screaming. But this is new. He can scream as well. And it’s fucking needed because you make him feel goddamn invincible like this.

The moments after your highs died down are messy. It should have been enough, but it wasn’t. You want the stretch of his cock while Jungkook feels the need to truly use his strength. No more holding back for the sake of your jaw. 

Besides, he wants to make the cumshots count. He wants to feel fucking alive inside you again. Which has been his favourite thing to do ever since you and he bonded.

You drag yourself out of the position and onto your knees while he tries to make sense of what happened. You pull the shorts off of you, sobbing as you do.

“Please”, you beg, “please more, please.”

“You’re insatiable.”

You begin trembling, looking in pain. If he doesn’t give you another dose of him soon, you will pass out in withdrawal.

“Please, it hurts. Please.”

“Hey, calm down for me” he whispers and cradles your cheeks.

Your body obeys. The shakes stop. You look up into his eyes submissively. He is so tall and dominant, taking up your entire vision. And yet, he is gentle. He holds you with no strength and talks to you in a soothing voice.

“I want you too, but I need to make sure you actually want it. Tell me your honest feelings without taking me in account”, he orders. He knows that your little omega body wants to please him. That everything wants to make sure that he is satisfied. But he wants your truth. 

“Please, I want you. It’s, it’s the truth.”

“Yes? Does my little omega want more?”

“Yes, Alpha. More”, you hug him, feeling so small against him, “please more.”

“God, you drive me insane”, he rasps and lifts you to carry you back to the window sill. He lies you down on it, chuckling when you spread your legs all on your own. 

Your pussy is throbbing. She is so wet and puffy. 

“Fuck sweetie, I’m so lucky to have you. Can’t believe I get to fuck such a pretty pussy”, he purrs and sticks his cock into you.

You wail up, arching your back. Tears instantly shoot to your eyes and your body trembles.

“Shit sorry, I forgot to warn you. You okay?”

“Thank you, Koo thank you”, you sob, writhing in ecstasy.

“Mhhhm babyyyy, you drive me insane”, he purrs and grabs your hips to pull them up and on his cock. Your legs hook themselves over his lower arms, your body is bent so he can drill you oh so deep.

“Such a good omega. Fuck, keep moaning for me”, he encourages you, staring down at you with obsession in his golden eyes.

Your eyes are closed, your mouth is open. Your body writhes and shakes. Your skin is glowing in a sheer layer of sweat, reflecting the sunlight. Fuck, it looks so pretty on your nipples. How plumb they are. 

Jungkook pinches them, soaking up the wail you let out because of it. They leak a little, making the massage easier. 

“Fucking look at you. You’re fucking meant to be bred”, he growls. His hips rut into you without him having to concentrate on moving. It’s instinct. He’s inside his omega and his body knows exactly what to do.

“How are you that good?” he rasps, staring at you with a dizzy head.

“Good…what?” 

“Good at making it all better.” He thrusts into you as if he is trying to reward you for your mere existence. “Good at distracting me.” Another thrust, a twist of your nipples, quivers down your legs. “Good at being you. Perfect, amazing you.” He fucks into you with each word, knocking the most delicious moans out of you.

He pulls out of you just to watch your slick spill from your puffy cunt. He runs his heavy cock through it, playing with your stretched entrance. 

“You’re just so fucking good”, he rasps and pushes back inside. 

You wail, arching your back.

“Please rougher”, you beg instantly.

“Like this? Do you like it?” 

“More. Please, more. Kook please.”

Jungkook feels invincible when you are like this. It hasn’t been long since you and he have bonded. It has been three months, two weeks and one day to be exact. Jungkook counted the days. It hasn’t been long, but it has been long enough for you and him to fuck way too many times. You just love it too much. It is as if you can’t stop doing it. 

Whenever he gets you like this, so cockdrunk and needy for his rougher sides, Jungkook feels invincible. He wants to fulfil your every wish and keep you safe. This is your shared moment. Only he will ever see you so submissive and vulnerable and he would be damned if he didn’t keep you safe while he rearranges your insides.  

He lifts you up onto the window bench so you are kneeling on all fours and looking outside. He joins you on top of it. Your body falls to the front, colliding with the window. He slams his hand on the glass right above your hand, eyes shifting to the world outside. He towers over you, letting anyone know that trying to take you from him would end in fucking death. You’re his’. 

“Is this alright for you? Wanna make the world see how good we fuck?” he makes sure because he knows that once you are high on pleasure, you can’t really think for yourself anymore. He wants to make sure that you are aware of what is happening to you, that you always have a chance to change something.

“Yes, okay. Just please. Harder.” 

“Anything you want. Take me, baby. All of me.” He fills you up from behind, slinging his strong arm around you to hold you against his strong chest. “Let everyone see who makes you feel that good.”

You sob his name, sinking back into him. Your head hits his chest, your fingers grasp his lower arm. 

“Happy, so happy”, you whimper, drooling on his arm.

“Me too, baby. So happy”, he rasps, drilling his huge cock into you. The sunlight hits it each time he pulls out, really showcasing just how fucking wet you get him. “You like how I fuck you, sweetie?”

“Yeah, rough. So good”, you mewl, writhing in his arms.

“Mhm what a good omega you are, fuck”, Jungkook growls and slips his left hand to your pussy. He takes your swollen clit between his fingers and begins playing with it.

Of course you wail up because of it. Of course your pussy throbs around his cock. And of course you arch your back in the prettiest of ways.

Jungkook watches your nipples leak in pleasure, going insane because in the same fucking view he can also see how his cock is entering you repeatedly. He’s so big that your stomach bulges each time he ruts into you. Leaking nipples and cock filled tummies. Jungkook growls at the view, biting your neck right on your scent spot.

You sob his name, limp body shaking in his arms and legs quaking. He is going to make you climax. You’re his’. And now the whole pack is going to see.

Months ago, the thought of sealing your bond so publicly scared you. Right now, the potential of being watched is ecstatic to you. This is the future pack Alpha who’s fucking like this and you’re the girl he chose as his queen.

“You know that I’m so happy it’s you?” He rasps into your ear while his fingers torture your puffy clit to an orgasm. “You know that I wouldn’t want it any other way?”

Bonds between Alphas and omegas are rare in the werewolf community. Alphas don’t want to risk their pups being born with the omega gen and therefore most Alphas bond with other Alphas to guarantee their offspring to have the Alpha gen. Sex between Alphas and omegas is a more common thing, but marriage? Not that much. Too many risks. 

Sometimes you feel so wrong as Jungkook’s mate. You know how his father thinks of you and there are probably others in the pack who share his feelings. Being Jungkook’s mate bears the risk that your pups are going to be born as omegas too. It’s a risky marriage. 

Hearing Jungkook talk like this as he fucks you against the windows for everyone to see, changes you as a person.

“I gotta be the luckiest fucking Alpha out there, baby. I have a pretty omega as my wife. I’m the goddamn luckiest bastard.”

“Jungkook”, you mewl, grasping his hair as his words send you off the edge.

“You liked that, didn’t you? What a pretty omega you are cumming for me. That’s it, sweetie. Cream my cock, good omega. Such a good girl”, he talks you through it, rubbing your clit as he writes his name on your throbbing walls.

Panickedly, you reach down to get his hand to stop. He is stronger than you, torturing you and holding you close.

“I-I will- Jung- I- please”, you stutter.

“Don’t hold back, baby. Let’s show the pack how prettily my omega can squirt.”

“Jungkook”, you wail, sinking into yourself as he sets you off. 

He growls, pressing you against the window as he fucks the pretty liquid out of you.

“Yes princess, yes. Urgh what a good omega you are. Give me everything. That’s it”, he talks you through it. Of course he does. Jungkook always talks you through your orgasms, which is reason on its own to be totally crazy. You’ve got this sexy, strong Alpha as your mate and on top of it all, he always talks you through it.

You’ve got to be luckiest omega in existence. 

Jungkook is rougher after your high. His voice is deeper too. His grip is punishingly strong.

“I need to use your body. Can I? I’m so close.”

“Please”, you beg and sob when seconds later, you get pushed down into the pillows. The top of your head is pressed against the window, the sun shines right onto your face. You can’t open your eyes, crying tears because you are so sensitive and he drills you as if you have a debt to pay.

“I’m sorry, baby. I’m sorry, it’s gonna be over soon. I’m sorry”, he chants, keeping you down with one hand on your head. He hates seeing you cry, but it’s impossible to stop. He needs to rut, breed you and make you his’. “I’m so fucking sorry. Oh god, baby. I can’t stop.”

Something holds him back. Maybe it’s guilt. He doesn’t want to do this to you, but can’t stop. Fuck, why can’t he cum? Jungkook ruts even harder despite not wanting to. He feels so fucking guilty.

“I’m sorry, I can’t- I-”

“Feels so good, Koo. Koo. Please Koo”, you sob and shut off his guilt for breeding you with such strength.

The intense pleasure returns, hitting him with such intensity that Jungkook arches his back and throws his head back.

“___!” he moans, feeling his orgasm finally hit him. “Holy fuck”, he gets out, falling to the front. He cushions his fall with one arm against the window, dropping his head against it as he fills you with his creamy cum in heavy spurts. 

You sob his name, finding one more high because of his cum, but you know that you couldn’t take any more afterwards. You are ruined. This was the last thing your drugged omega body needed to be completely satisfied. Now you are finally filled up with him on both ends. Your tummy is truly only there to carry his pleasure. What a perfect life you are living.

Jungkook finishes with a growl of your name, then a tremble of his body and a curse. 

“Holy fuck, sweetie”, he croaks, pulling you up into his arms. He kisses and nuzzles you instantly, whispering the sweetest words repeatedly, “I love you, I love you, oh sweetie. My sweetie, I love you.” 

“I…I love you too.”

“What?” 

He pulls out and turns you, cradling your cheeks. His eyes are widened, racing between yours in urgency.

“What did you just say?”

“I love you too.”

“You don’t mean that”, he seems in disbelief, voice quivering.

“I do.”

“No. No, you don’t. Baby”, his lower lip quivers. He pulls you closer, tilting your head up so you can still look at each other. You are so close like this that you feel his breath tickle your lips as he talks, “tell me you’re not serious.”

“But I am”, you insist, touching his waist, “Koo, I love you.”

Jungkook laughs, eyes filling with tears.

“___, my love”, he chokes out, picking you up just so he can dance through the room with you. “Oh baby, I love you. Baby.” 

“Koo, I’m leaking. Please no twirls. It’s going everywhere”, you squeak, trying so hard to clench your pussy. 

“Doesn’t matter. Just leak on me. Oh baby, you make me so happy”, he says and drops on the bed with you. 

He buries you under him, attacking your face with too many kisses to count. He cradles your cheeks for it, making you giggle and squeal because it is so nice to be adored this way. 

“Oh baby, my baby”, he kisses your forehead and cheeks, “I could melt with you”, he pulls your head up to repeatedly kiss your lips. 

Once he stops, you feel butterflies in your tummy and warmth in your chest.

“But how are you? How’s your jaw?” he rubs it gently, “How’s your pussy? I was so rough. Is there anything hurting?” 

You shake your head, “just a little sensitive, but it’s nice.” 

“Yeah? And your tummy?” He rubs it. “I fed you a lot of cum. How are you handling it?”

You place your hand over his’, smiling at him goofily, “I feel like I could do anything.”

“Yes? Oh sweetie”, he nuzzles against your scent spot, “you have no idea how happy I am. I can’t shut up. The way you made me feel, it’s. Wow.” He laughs breathily. “Wow, I never felt this way before. I literally can’t shut up about it. I feel, wow.” He falls to his back and kicks his feet in the air, giggling. “Fuck, I could do anything! Ah!” He exclaims and stretches his limbs from himself in starfish position. 

You giggle, rolling over repeatedly until you are snuggled into his side again. Jungkook flips to his side, closing his arms around you. He purrs, kissing your forehead. Afterwards he just kind of lets the view of you sink in. He traces your temple and ear softly as he gazes into your eyes.

“You’re so beautiful”, he whispers, letting shyness appear in your eyes. “It sucks that I can’t share with everyone how you make me feel when our bodies connect”, he speaks softly.

“I feel like we kinda shared it a little.”

You and Jungkook glance at the window bench. The windows are dirty to the point where the sunlight looks a little milky through it. You look back into each other’s eyes, cracking up at the same time.

You and he giggle like teenagers doing something harmless yet forbidden. 

“I can’t believe that we did that”, he confesses.

“Me neither. Oh my god. Do you think someone saw us?” 

“I lowkey hope someone did and they tell my dad…” He kisses the tip of your nose. “...that his son has the best, most beautiful wife ever. And that he loves her so much.”

“I’m sure that they would also tell him that happiness looks so good on his son and that she loves him too. And that their bond is forever, no matter what anyone says.”

Jungkook’s features soften, “oh baby” he whispers, caressing you under your eye, “you’re just so…” his eyes glimmer in adoration, “... goddamn perfect.” 

You lean into his touch, rubbing his chest mindlessly. He kisses your forehead, nuzzling you into him afterwards. He draws hearts on your back while you melt in his embrace. 

He studies the windows you and he dirtied. The prints of his hands are next to the prints of your tits and the spots where he made your squirt. He feels so proud and giddy. He did that with you. Wow, he will think about this forever. 

“Are you hungry?” he asks in a quiet purr.

“A little. Why?”

“Just making a mental plan on how to spend the rest of our day. Just wanna cook for you and take care of you.” 

“Cooking sounds nice. I’m so sleepy though. I’m sorry it’s suddenly so hard to...talk.”

“No wonder. You’re coming down.”

“You’ll hold me, right?”

“Of course, baby. I’ll hold you. Just relax, I’ll make sure that nothing happens.”

You sigh in relief, growing softer and smaller now that he reassured you that it was safe for you to relax. Omegas rarely can function normally after sex. After basically being high and doing everything to chase pleasure, an omega’s body is spent. Most omegas use what little strength they have to flee to somewhere safe and hide away until it passes. Knowing that you have Jungkook as your protector and safe space to hide in, makes the entire recovery process a moment of healing. You won’t ever have to flee. You have someone safe who will be with you. 

“I love you”, you whisper with your last strength.

“I love you too, my sweetie”, he whispers.

You fall asleep in his arms and Jungkook stays with you for a while until he is sure that you are safely gone in your slumber. He tugs you in as he leaves to shower and begin preparing breakfast.

He wants you to wake up to your favourite dishes being finished and your favourite flowers waiting on your bedside table. And as he cooks, he dances to his favourite music. He hasn’t danced in ages, but being your mate makes him want to do the things he loved doing when his mental health wasn’t terrible. Being your mate makes him want to heal and become happier again. Life isn’t all bad, it really isn’t, Jungkook thinks and sings as he dances. Life isn’t all bad.

[virtual-bunny]

“ HEY NERDY BOY ! ”

random headcannons about nerdjo because he turns me on

pairings: nerd! gojo x chubby fem! reader

WARNINGS: SMUT but not too detailed, some body image issues, probably some writing errors :3

a/n: i might come back every now and then if a new idea pops up in my head hehe

ARTIST CREDS: @/N06ARA ON TWITTER

✧ nerdjo who can almost cry over how beautiful he thinks you are

✧ nerdjo who stammers over his words when you wear shorts that squeeze your thighs just right

✧ nerdjo who clings onto your body and inhales your scent and gets a boner instantly as he grips your love handles

✧ nerdjo who slouches so you can give him a kiss, his glasses slidding down his nose bridge as your lips touch his cheeks, his cheek warm from him being flustered, and when you pull away, nerdjo’s eyes are almost crossed eyed as he sighs deeply

✧ nerdjo who uses your tummy as a stress ball when you sit next to him while he does his physics homework

✧ nerdjo who lays on your tummy as you play with his hair while he sleeps, saliva spilling from the side of his mouth

✧ nerdjo whose so head over heels for you that he begs you to let him carry your books and backpack so he can trail behind you to see the way your ass and thighs jiggle

✧ nerdjo who helps you with your homework and pinches your cheek, side or thighs whenever you get something wrong

✧ nerdjo who holds onto your stomach when you’re riding him, his face flushed and glasses crooked as he looks up at you with drunken eyes

✧ nerdjo who stumbles to catch up to you because he was too caught up watching you walk infront of him

✧ nerdjo who rolls his eyes when his jock friend geto teases him when he sees that gojo isn’t paying attention to lecture “she’s got you wrapped around her finger doesn’t she?” “wrapped around her thighs” nerdjo sighs without a second thought

✧ nerdjo who likes to put his hands around your tummy and gently squeeze it whenever you two are watching tv and you’re sitting between his legs

✧ nerdjo who fivershly pumps his cock at the thought of your round body jiggling when you ride him, or when you laugh, or when you walk

✧ nerdjo who makes snarky comments at you when you try to show him that “you’re way smarter than he is”

✧ nerdjo who reads out his physics notebook out loud just to make you mad because you hate physics

✧ nerdjo who goes all red whenever he brings you gifts on his way to your dorm

✧ nerdjo who doesn’t like going outside and rather stay home watching Teen Titans but still does because he knows you like to go out on dates

✧ nerdjo who used to bite his pencils out of habit but now bites your chubby hands if you’re sitting next to him as he does his homework or helps you with yours

✧ nerdjo who has to assure you he loves you and thinks your as beautiful as “The Euler-Lagrange Equation” (you have no idea what this means)

✧ nerdjo who puts his hands under your stomach, thighs and boobs to keep them warm

✧ nerdjo who bores you to death as he talk about quantum physics but you don’t say anything because you find it cute the way he sometimes spits by accident when he rambled and how his glasses slowly fall when’s he’s making movements as he talks

✧ nerdjo who likes to prove you wrong whenever you try to be a “smarty pants”

✧ nerdjo who softens when you go up to him while he was working on a project and tell him you’re worried about him because he looks like he hasn’t slept in three days

✧ nerdjo who mutters to himself in class when a stupid frat guy tries to answer the professors question, obviously saying the wrong answer but clearly only doing it to get laughs out of everyone. “what an idiot.” gojo grits to himself

✧ nerdjo who looks seriously shocked when he’s helping you with your homework and you get the wrong answer even though the right answer is CLEARLY right in front of your eyes “love… you seriously don’t know the answer…?”

✧ nerdjo who spends HOURS in the library to a room all by himself, books, papers, pens and pencils all scattered around the table while trying to get his work done, his hair messy and eyebrows furrowed, but when you text him saying you were gonna drop off food for him, his whole demeanor turns soft and giddy thinking about how he’s gonna be able to see you

✧ nerdjo who if he’s not doing homework or reading, is playing or watching digimon in your dorm, explaining everything he possibly can so you can catch up to the lore (you stopped listening a long time ago)

✧ nerdjo who doesn’t really talk much in class but when he does, the professors have to cut him off because gojo can talk for HOURS

✧ nerdjo who makes you sit on his lap as he codes on his computer

✧ nerdjo who can solve a rubix cube in a minute and always does when you ask him to (for your own entertainment)

✧ nerdjo whos into physics and computer science

✧ nerdjo who awkwardly puts his hand around your shoulder when the two of you are walking back to your dorm (he nearly trips)

✧ nerdjo who when you tell him a fun science fact, crosses his arms, leans back on the couch and goes “well ACTUALY-“ it’s too late to stop him, he’s already yapping to you on how the fact is wrong

✧ nerdjo who starts looking stupid now because you two have a class together when the new semester started and he can’t concentrate at all because he’s too concentrated looking at YOU

✧ nerdjo who tries to be freaky by putting his shaky hand on your upper thigh but you smack it away and he gives you a sad puppy look as he fixes his glasses, you swear you could see tears forming in his eyes

✧ nerdjo who runs to you when he finishes a prototype for whatever sciencey class he has and with full confidence says “you’re looking at the new science prodigy babe!” “uh huh” you say

✧ nerdjo who goes to the library again to study, he’s so stressed but he’s glad you came along, that’s until you went under the desk he was sitting at, undoing his belt and pulling down his pants and boxers JUST barely, hes literally gripping onto the table, face flushed hair messy crooked glasses and chest heaving trying so hard not to make it obvious you have his dick in your mouth

✧ nerdjo who makes you tag along with him to the nearest store to get the newest Digimon cards

✧ nerdjo who makes you gasp when you turn around for one second and look back to see him fighting a literal ten year old for a box set of Digimon cards

✧ nerdjo who doesn’t show you memes, but shows you reddit posts that you have no interest in looking at

✧ nerdjo who makes you sit on his face, but not to eat you out, but so your thighs can squish his face. he says that “it de-stresses him” and when you go to complain he says “it’s scientifically proven that it does”

✧ nerdjo who SOMETIMES is a cocky asshole in class, and when an acquaintance of yours who’s also in gojos’s class tells you how much of an asshole your boyfriend is, you straighten nerdjo up by riding his face nonstop to the point he’s crying because HE’S not getting any action

✧ nerdjo who you convince that overstimulating him will “de-stress him” and “make him focus better” so when you tied him up in your bed with a vibrator wrapped on the head of his cock, he’s whining, crying, squirming, eyes rolled all the way to the back of his head and pleading you to “let him do anything to you” (when you finally let him cum he tells you the next day that his focus is 97.56% better than it was the day before)

✧ nerdjo who’s so competitive when the two of you play video games he forgets you’re his GIRLFRIEND and is brutal with the insults when you loose

✧ nerdjo who’s actually really strong and likes to carry you around your dorm or outside when the two of you go for a walk. and even though you’re protesting and telling him you “don’t wanna hurt him” all nerdjo says is “just cause i’m smart doesn’t mean i’m not strong”

✧ nerdjo who likes to suck your clit while gripping your tummy

✧ nerdjo who likes to grip your fupa cause he’s weird like that

✧ nerdjo who ANALYZES your pussy and your actions whenever he’s fingering you or fucking you so he can make you feel better for the next time you two fuck (you always have a stronger orgasam each time after the other)

✧ nerdjo who bites his nails and gets told off by you (he immediately begs for your forgiveness)

✧ nerdjo who kisses your tummy whenever he lays down on your lap and turns his head so he’s looking up at you and says “you’re the most angelic thing i’ve ever seen, you know that?” he sighs contently while pushing his glasses up and giving you the stupidest toothy smile

[hanniebaeee]

Disagreements

Hyunjin x fem!reader

Warnings: kisses? Other than that, nothing!

Genre: established relationship, fluff, angst

Summary: Hyunjin misses an event important to you, and an argument ensues. He says something he didn't mean, and he'd do anything for your forgiveness!

You stormed into the apartment, throwing your bag on the kitchen counter. The door shut behind you with an audible thud, and you heard Hyunjin sigh before he opened it and stepped inside. 

“Baby, I said I was sorry!” he exclaimed, his voice tinged with a mix of frustration and desperation.

“Hyunjin, do you even know what you’re apologizing for?” you snapped, crossing your arms and glaring at him. 

“For -” He gestured vaguely at the air between you, eyes darting everywhere but your face. “For not being there?”

“You stood me up, Hyunjin! You missed a work event I’ve been talking about for months - one I explicitly told you was important to me!” Your voice cracked, and you hated yourself for it. “It wasn’t just any event - it was my event, and you didn’t show.”

Hyunjin’s shoulders slumped, his hand running through his hair in a frantic motion.

“I didn’t mean to, okay? I thought my shoot would -”

“Your shoot? Oh my God, why is everything literally about you all the fucking time?! You couldn't have made it work, for just once?!” Your anger boiled over. “Do you have any idea how…of course you wouldn't, because I am always there. I never leave you hanging. And you just take me for granted-”

He winced, his lips parting to speak, but nothing came out. Instead, he scratched the back of his neck, eyes darting around like he was searching for a hidden escape hatch.

Hyunjin usually got away with everything. He was so used to being babied by you that this sudden outburst was scaring the hell out of him. And he really didn't have an idea how to work with it. 

“God, you’re impossible,” you muttered, turning away. “You don't even try, do you?”

Hyunjin stiffened. Because now that wasn't true. He tried. He really did.

“Is that what you think?” His words rushed out so fast, he couldn’t stop. “You really think i don't try? Oh my God! How could you say that?!”

“You proved me right, Hyunjin!”

“Babe, this was one time -”

“It's literally always-”

“If that's how you feel then maybe you should just  break up with me.”

You froze, a tear trickling down your cheek. And the silence was suffocating.

Hyunjin blinked, looking absolutely shocked. His eyes went wide as if he had only just registered what he said.

“No, wait, no -” His voice cracked. “That’s not - oh my God, I didn’t mean -”

And the sight of you staring at him with wide, tear-filled eyes - your lower lip trembling - killed him. 

You said nothing. Nothing. And that? That was Hyunjin’s undoing.

“Oh my God,” he gasped, his face contorting as he covered his mouth with both hands. “Oh no. No, no, no, no, no.”

A sound escaped him, a weird mix between a sob and a wail, and before you could blink, he launched himself at you, wrapping you in his arms so tightly your face collided with his chest.

“I’m sorry!” he bawled, voice muffled against your hair. “I didn’t mean it - I swear I didn’t mean it. I’m such an idiot! Oh my God, baby please don't hate me! You’re perfect, and oh shit, this is a disaster -”

“Hyunjin -” you tried, voice muffled by his shirt.

“God, I hate myself!” he cried, pulling you even closer. “You’re the best thing that’s ever happened to me, and I said break up?! Who says that? Who even thinks that?”

His sobs grew louder, chest heaving against yours as he clutched you like you might disappear any moment.

“Hyunjin -” You sighed, hands moving to rub slow circles on his back. "Breathe, baby."

“I'm such a horrible person” he wailed, lifting his head to look at you with tear-soaked eyes. “You’re comforting me when I’m the one who hurt you! Why are you so nice?!”

You stared at him - this gorgeous, ridiculous golden retriever of a man standing in your kitchen and sobbing  - and you couldn’t stop the laugh that bubbled up from your chest. It burst out of you, uncontrollable, even as tears welled in your eyes again.

Hyunjin froze, his brows furrowing.

"Are you laughing at me?” he asked, sniffing because his nose was running from all the crying. 

“You're such an idiot!” you wheezed, clinging to his shoulders for balance.

“That’s not fair,” he whined, pouting as his bottom lip jutted out dramatically. “You’re supposed to be mad at me. I deserve it.”

“I was mad at you,” you said, calming enough to meet his gaze. “But then you just…baby stop crying, please, ‘cos now I don’t know whether to kiss you or roll my eyes forever.”

“Can you do both?” He sniffled, his pout softening into the faintest of smiles.

You reached up, cupping his tear-streaked face as you said, “You’re lucky I love you, you big baby.”

And before he could respond, you pulled him down, kissing him firmly enough to silence whatever self-deprecating comment was surely on the tip of his tongue.

When you pulled back, he gazed at you, eyes shining like you’d just handed him the moon.

“You hurt me, Jinnie, so yeah, you're still in trouble,” you said, arching a brow. “But maybe I’ll forgive you. Eventually.”

He beamed through his tears.

“Eventually sounds pretty sexy to me.” he said with a shrug. 

“Don’t push your luck, Hwang.”

Hyunjin watched you closely as you got ready for bed. You can literally hear the gears turning in his head. 

Hyunjin’s grin widened as your eyes met, the sparkle in his eyes returning with alarming speed. You climbed into bed narrowing your eyes because you just knew that this menace wasn't going to leave you alone till this whole fight was out of the way. 

Hyunjin couldn't sleep through a conflict. You loved that about him, because any disagreement was sorted by bedtime and your home was so damn peaceful because of this one thing. 

“So…you said eventually?” He asked as you settled on your side of the bed.

“I did-”

“So, if I kiss you a few more times -”

“If you think your soggy kisses are -” You didn't finish that sentence because he obviously attacked you right there. 

“ - say, here” He leaned in, brushing his lips against the corner of your mouth. “and maybe here-”

His lips skimmed the edge of your jaw, lingering just enough to make you shiver

“Do I speed up the timeline?” he asked, and you really wanted to smack him across his gorgeous face. Oh you did. But also, you wanted to grab that very face and kiss him senseless. 

So you bit back the smirk that was threatening to show up, tilting your head ever so slightly.

“Do you think flattery is going to work on me right now?” you asked. 

“Not flattery, babe. Strategy.” His voice dipped into that low, teasing tone he knew you couldn’t resist, and his hands slid down to your waist, pulling you closer until your bodies were pressed together. 

You narrowed your eyes again, ignoring the way your pulse quickened.

“Hyunjin, seriously, your seduction strategy is just bullshit.”

His laughter rumbled against your chest.

“Okay, first of all, I personally think it's working just fine. And second, you’re dodging the question. Do I get forgiven faster if I make you feel like the goddess you are?”

His lips were already moving again, trailing slow, deliberate kisses down the side of your neck.

You tried, really tried, to maintain your composure, but his mouth found that spot just below your ear, and a traitorous little gasp escaped you. 

“Jinnie -”

“Mmh?” He hummed innocently, his breath warm against your skin. His hands roamed lazily up your back, sliding under your shirt. “You were saying?”

“I was saying -” You inhaled sharply when his teeth grazed your earlobe. “You’re not getting off that easily.”

“Oh, trust me, I wouldn’t dream of getting off easily.” he chuckled, his lips curving into a devilish smirk. “But I can definitely make this more interesting.”

Leaning down, he nuzzles your nose like the puppy he was.

“I'm so sorry, angel. I tried. I really did. Even Chan hyung did. But some things are just not up to me…I hate that, and I know you don't deserve it. I’ll make it up to you, I promise.” he said, his voice soft. 

“I know baby…I know,” you whispered, your fingers tangling in the fabric of his shirt. “And you're  already working on it, so-”

“And how am I doing?” He tilted his head, eyes twinkling. 

“You’re at a solid…” You pretended to think. “…six out of ten.”

“Six?!” His jaw dropped in mock offense. “After all that neck kissing? I’m hurt.” 

You shrugged, biting back a grin. “Step it up, Hyunjinnie.”

“Oh, you asked for this,” he growled playfully, rolling you over so that you were under him in a second. You yelped, holding onto his shoulder tight. 

He hovered over you, his hair falling into his face and his grin as wicked as ever. 

“Ready to upgrade me to a ten?” he murmured, lips brushing against yours. “Because I'm going to grovel. And you're gonna wish I didn't.”

You laughed, looping your arms around his neck.

“Oh groveling sounds good.”

“Oh, baby,” he purred, closing the gap between you. “Challenge accepted.”

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Tags: @moonchild9350 @velvetmoonlght @eastjonowhere @pixie-felix @sailor--sun @chancloud8 @captainchrisstan @hansmic

[business-as-usual-bats]

"Give Elon Musk the benefit of the doubt-"

Except here's the thing- I did.

Because I heard about it before I saw it. I never particularly liked Musk, but I moreso felt fairly ambivalent toward him. I certainly did not picture him as a Nazi.

When I first heard about the Nazi salute I was surprised. And when that person told me, "Oh, but they're saying it was unintentional, just him being awkward-"

I believed that. I believed it was most likely a mistake, and people were exaggerating because so many are upset and panicked.

And then I saw the video.

Immediately it was so much worse than I had imagined. I was shocked. Everything about the video to his body language to his facial expression. How he did it twice. It was so obviously intentional and undeniable. And even then I compared it to multiple other videos of Nazis doing the salute, including modern-day Nazis. It's identical.

He didn't even deny it immediately afterward???

Not even a simple, "Ha, obviously that's not what I meant-" He avoided the question and laughed it off altogether, to imply MAYBE it wasn't on purpose. And yet you can't help but notice he still didn't deny it.

And the arguments defending him are INSANE. They capture pictures of other politicians mid-wave, mid-gesture and say, "See??? See??? They've all done it!"

No. They haven't. Not like that. Not a salute like that. Not even close to being so intentional and obvious.

Or they go, "It was him throwing his heart out to the crowd-"

No. There's multiple videos of him doing that during other speeches of his, and it's nowhere near this Nazi salute. Palms turned upward, or using both arms, etc, etc. It's not as if he's not used to giving speeches, as if he has not been coached and had training on what to do or not to do when public speaking.

"Noooo it's the Roman Salute!"

The Nazi Salute is based off the Roman Salute specifically (the arm is just dipped slightly lower-) AND EITHER WAY THEY'RE BOTH CONSIDERED HATE SYMBOLS??

The cognitive dissonance of people trying and trying and trying to excuse him. And to be clear- I would love if there was a good excuse! I don't want him to have thrown up a Nazi salute on live national television!

But he did. I cannot deny my own eyes. No matter what I am told, I know what I see as clear as day.

I'm not even saying he's a Nazi, I'm not claiming to know what his beliefs are or why he did a Nazi salute on Live television. Hell, maybe he did it as a dare, or a challenge to himself to see what he can get away with, but it doesn't really matter why.

What I know:

1. For whatever reason, Elon Musk intentionally did the Nazi Salute on Live television.

2. He did not immediately deny doing so or apologize.

3. Because of this, today's Nazis are praising him for it. They are saying "We're back!" And "This is our time!" And various celebratory phrases.

4. Even if you argue this was unintentional (even though I can tell by his body language it was) the damage has been done. Nazis are rallying behind him, encouraged, excited. This is going to have consequences.

Nazis have already been parading around my city. Now they're going to be bolder. The damage has been done.

TLDR: I was fully prepared to believe Elon doing the Nazi salute was an awkward mistake but one look at the video and I cannot fool myself into believing otherwise. And now we have to pay the price for his stupid actions.

[starrystar]

So I teach college in the U.S. (English), but I often get these dual enrollment classes where I'll go to a high school and teach the supposedly high achieving high school students the college-level class, generally English 101, 102, and 103. It's free for the students and lets them get the GE's out of the way and spend less time in higher ed, which ostensibly helps them save money and makes it more likely that they'll finish their degree. It also makes the high school look good. In practice, most of the kids are just massive balls of anxiety constantly living one lost point away from a mental breakdown, but we vibe because I also did dual enrollment and I'm also Mentally Ill in That Way (tm), and they tend to really warm up to me over time. They are generally sweet and some of my favorite students even if they do some really "my brain is not fully developed yet" bullshit sometimes.

The downside is the high school does not have enough room, so I alway teach in some high school teacher's room. My contract says the high school teacher is supposed to vacate because they're not enrolled in my class, but in practice this is their planning period and their room and they have literally nowhere else to go to do very necessary work, so we all just agree not to interfere with each other and go about our day, and usually it's fine save for the odd high school teacher acting like an enrolled student (it is funny that they want to be the specialist and best English 101 student as an adult with at least a Bachelor's competing with children, and sometimes we have to talk privately). I have had new high school teachers literally break down in tears when I ask how they're doing, so I don't want to make their lives worse. There is a reason I dropped out of the credential program and pursued higher ed teaching.

I was honestly a bit startled by the pledge over the loudspeakers at first because I did independent study and it's been a while since I experienced that, and I didn't have fond memories (sometimes I was a Good Little Girl(?) who stood up and put my hand over my heart but didn't say the "under God" part, and sometimes I didn't say anything, and sometimes I wouldn't put my hand over my heart and would get in trouble—I didn't even hate America yet, it just felt culty). So when my kids asked if they had to stand, I said they didn't but they could if they wanted to, and some did and some didn't, and it was fine aside from occasional weird looks from host teachers.

However, I was placed in a room with this one lady who was just militant about the pledge. Just like, intense. She wasn't there the first day when we had the "you don't have to" conversation, so the next day when she saw me and some kids sitting she just went completely off the fucking rails. I'm telling you this middle aged woman was fucking screaming her face off at 14- and 15-year-old kids about how she is a veteran and what disrespectful trash they were, so I put my body between her and my children and explained that legally they didn't have to and this was my classroom, and she very nearly slapped me but settled for calling me a child and ordering us out of her room. So, me and 40 giggling teenagers trooped out and headed over to the college counselor's room.

First they (admin) tried to tell me I did need to force the kids to stand, so I pulled up v. Barnette on my phone. Then they said they couldn't force me, but I wouldn't be asked back to teach, and I said OK but this semester's class was mine and these kids didn't have to stand if they didn't want to (I was mad at this point and getting over my initial shock). The resolution they offered was that they would speak with the unhinged pledge defender about not interfering with my classroom, and for the next few sessions I would teach in her room while she silently glared daggers at me, slammed drawers, slammed her door, had loud phone conversations, and stormed around throwing paper in the back of her room. Then we came back after spring break, and she started demanding that my kids stand up again, and I told her that it was my classroom during my class period and she needed to leave, and she stormed out and I wrote complaints to the school and my college, and then I was put in a different room with a teacher who thought the whole thing was funny.

I was asked back because I'm the best fucking college English teacher that high school has and basically perfect in every other way (my kids earn fantastic grades and do really well in their later classes because I prepare them to succeed; I'm good at looping the counselor in when they need support I can't offer; I write great letters of rec; my kids get into Berkeley and Stanford; I am honestly just really good at teaching), but I still see that lady on campus and she always mean mugs me. I'll get a new crop of kids and they'll go wide eyed and ask if it's true that I went up against Mrs. Flag Defender like their older siblings said.

I have noticed that the whole high school moved the pledge of allegiance to be at the beginning of second period instead of first period, I suspect because college classes are always first period. This may have just been coincidence, but I always work in "a little trivia" about students' rights, including the right to sit for the pledge, as part of a greater "common misconceptions/critical thinking" module. I do sometimes hear that they've gotten in trouble in other classes, and I do warn them that punishment is a possibility, but I hope they're learning something useful from me besides just MLA and grammar.

dear usamerican high schoolers looking for a way to resist fascism: sit through the pledge of allegiance.

no getting up. no looking at the flag.

everyone will be looking at you. you'll be sweating like a fucking hippopotamus. your teacher will sternly tell you to get up. you'll feel stupid and that maybe its not worth it because you're just a kid in a classroom. but I'm here to remind you that there are no real life consequences to detention. there are however real life consequences to resisting a thoughtless performance of nationalism.

[del-stars]

jarty x sirius minific | 950 words | explicit | for @ecstarry & @v7lgar

Sirius is Uncomfortable. 

It’s one thing to hang out with James and his weird, abrasive boyfriend in group settings, but it has never been like this: just the three of them, sitting awkwardly in the bedroom that James and Barty share.

“Thanks,” Sirius mumbles, taking the joint from Barty’s outstretched hand. He takes a long hit, feeling the smoke burn at the back of his throat, then takes a sip of air to push it into his lungs. James plucks the joint from his fingers as he exhales, suppressing a cough. He quickly finds his water bottle next to him on the floor and swallows a few gulps. “No class today, Prongs?”

James shrugs at him from atop the bed. The room is becoming thick with smoke, both from their lungs and the incense burning in the corner. It’ll stink for days, but then again, Barty seems to just sort of... carry the scent with him. “Nah. Needed the afternoon off, anyway.”

Sirius nods. It’s Barty’s turn in the rotation now, and as usual, he’s taking his sweet time. “Hey, Jamie,” he says, joint between his lips, “fetch me a glass of water, will you?”

“Yeah, sure, babe,” James leans over and kisses Barty’s cheek before he goes, and Sirius tries desperately to suppress an eyeroll. Barty seems perfectly capable of fetching his own water, but James molds to his every whim. 

The door clicks shut behind James, to keep the smoke in. The moment it does, Barty leans toward Sirius, a few feet beneath him on the ground. “What are you doing on the floor?”

Keeping away from you, Sirius thinks. He doesn’t want to say that, of course, for fear of Barty’s unpredictable reaction, so he shrugs.

Barty leans back against the wall on the opposite side. He pats the space next to him, where James had just been. “Come sit up here.”

He really should say no— just say no, and have it be done— but his ass does hurt a little from sitting on the hardwood floor, and the bed seems really comfortable, and he feels oddly inclined to do what Barty tells him to. Against his better judgment, Sirius climbs into the bed and settles next to Barty, leaning against the wall.

It’s different, being in Barty’s gravity like this. Very suddenly, he understands why James keeps a loser like him around. Barty is hot— in the conventionally attractive way, sure, but also in the way that he doesn’t seem to give a shit about what anyone thinks, and how he commands the space around him with confidence.

“Better?” 

Sirius can’t find his voice. “Y-yeah.”

“I like you, Sirius.”

Sirius hates the effect this simple sentence has on him, sending a shock down his spine because, goddamnit, it feels so good to be liked. “You do?”

Barty tilts his chin forward, and Sirius realises how close they are. “Mhm.”

It’s horrible. The smoke is thick in the room, it’s too hot, Sirius shouldn’t have taken that last hit, and it’s horrible, because he’s overwhelmed by his own desire to kiss James’ boyfriend. Their faces are mere centimeters apart, and Sirius’ head is buzzing, and he should really just get up and leave because he’s got homework and a shift later and lots of things to do that aren’t staring at the lips of his best friend’s boyfriend.

“Come here.”

Sirius’ can’t help it. Barty says come, and so Sirius does, and then he’s kissing James’ boyfriend. It’s a disaster; it’s a mistake; it’s the greatest thing Sirius has ever done in his life. Barty attacks his mouth, fisting his hand in the back of Sirius’ hair. He comes at him all teeth and tongue, controlling every movement. Sirius allows himself to be taken there. 

It goes on for too long of a moment, both of them locked in their own little world, but then Barty starts to tip Sirius backward to lay him down. Sirius goes, and as he feels the mattress begin to dip under the addition of someone else’s weight, the back of his head hits something hard. His eyes fly open to the sight of James above him. Barty has laid him in James’ lap.

“Hi,” James smiles.

“Prongs, I—” Sirius is cut off by his own gasp as Barty descends onto his neck. 

James cradles his head. “It’s okay. I don’t mind.”

Sirius holds James’ gaze, trying to search for some sign that this is wrong and horrible and should stop immediately, but it never comes. James just keeps smiling at him, sweetly, even as his boyfriend starts to unbutton Sirius’ jeans. 

Sirius only shuts his eyes once Barty swallows him down, face contorting as he moans. “There you go,” James coos above him, brushing a strand of hair from Sirius’ cheek. “You’re doing so good.”

Barty’s mouth is on him and James’ hands are in his hair and Sirius can hardly take it, hips being pressed into the mattress. “J-James—” he gasps, and before the name is fully out of his mouth, James is kissing him. He swallows every noise Sirius makes, licks over the expanse of his cheek, and even lets Sirius bite down on his lip as he cums down Barty’s throat. 

Sirius sits up on his elbows when it’s done, watching Barty wipe his mouth with the back of his hand. He winks at Sirius, then redirects his gaze to James. “Told ya,” he says, before planting a wet kiss on James’ cheek and slinking out of the room.

“Told you what?” Sirius asks, still a bit bleary.

“Nothing,” James replies, tugging on Sirius’ shoulder until he’s resumed his position in James’ lap. “Sleep, Pads.”

Sirius complies.

[k0nanharv3y]

Alfred who came down after hearing so much noise: What's going on here, Mr. Bruce, Mr. Tim?

And Tim's face turned to Alfred like a rubber band. Bruce's face took a little longer, but he also looked at the old man in pain, seeking comfort or advice from his father

Alfred looked between Tim's heartbroken face and Bruce's wounded face: I don't know what's going on here, but I would advise you both to change and take your conversation upstairs

And Tim only saw red

Tim: This is- I'm so done!, I'm so fucking done, with you!

He pointed aggressively at Bruce

Tim: You!

Damian, who had stood on the sidelines and now seemed personally offended

Tim: And you! And everyone else in this fucking family!

Finally he pointed at Alfred even more aggressively

Alfred, shocked by the open display of hatred towards him, he felt his heart heavy: Mr. Tim- I-

For the first time in perhaps ever, Alfred hesitated

Damian: Hey! You have nothing to yell at Pennyworth for!

He defended

Tim: Shut up Damian, this isn't about you!

He silenced him and turned to both adults now

Tim: It's about you, and what you did to me

Both adults looked at each other and remained silent

Tim: You, you were an abuser and I didn't deserve that, any of this, I've always tried to please you, to live up to what you wanted! And you?! You left him, Alfred, and I wish I didn't hate you like Dick and Jason do, but all I see when I come into this house is an abuser and the person who let him! Don't play dumb, Alfred, you- You're just as bad as Bruce! And even if Bruce was the problem, you never made me feel welcome! Never-! I had to walk home a hundred times with bruised ribs, ribs that you bandaged up and then pretended didn't exist!

His throat was now raw and his voice had become cracked and squeaky. And both adults, when they saw Tim, didn't see the 17-year-old running a multi-million dollar company, they just saw the 12-year-old excited to be Robin and looking for any kind of validation they could give him

And this was what they gave him, a house where he didn't feel safe or welcome, a family he avoided like fire avoids water, thousands of reasons not to return and they robbed him of any kind of childhood he could've had

And the two adults remained silent, unable to deny or say anything, because they had nothing to say. Tim had said enough for them

Tim: You say you loved all the children in this mansion, but guess what, Alfred, I was once a child myself, and the only thing I ever got from here, never came from you. When I came here to become Robin, I thought... I thought I might get something like Jason and Dick got, too, but it seems the only thing I'll get from you is an inscription on my grave. What will you put this time, Alfred? "A good soldier," "A good son"?

Silence was his response

Tim: Fuck you all

He pulled off his cape and threw it on the ground

Tim: Fuck you all. I'm tired of this, tired of-! Of everyone wanting something from me! I quit

He ripped off his tool belt and threw it at Bruce

Tim: I quit your stupid last name, I quit your stupid company, I quit being Red Robin, I quit everything

When he had nothing left to tear off, he kicked things off the floor

Tim: I'm done! And if you ever- And if you ever care even a little, don't look for me! I don't want anything to do with this family, all of you-!

He looked at the people in the cave and seemed about to cry

Tim: I hope you-! Fuck you all, I never deserved this! Fuck you, I hope you all fuck off and-!

His voice broke and his crying intensified

Tim: I hope you die

His voice trailed off as he tried to wipe away the tears that kept running down his cheeks

Tim: I hope you suffer at least a fraction of what you did to me and...! And... And why can't I hate you...? Why can't I hate you...?

His voice sounded so tired

Tim: All I ever wanted was to be... to be enough, for you to love me... and I want to hate you but- but you're my father, and they're my brothers and... and I'm so tired, I want to go home, I want to feel safe and I want to hate you! Why can't hate you?!

He collapsed on the ground, like all his other things, like a pathetic spectacle of a pathetic child. He felt miserable in the eyes of the people who hurt him, he felt vulnerable and naked and... and he didn't care anymore, the weight he had been carrying for so long finally lifted from his shoulders and he felt satisfaction at the heartbroken look on Bruce's face and the pain on Alfred's face, and Tim simply didn't care about being on the ground anymore

He didn't care about anything anymore, just like he didn't matter

///

Part 1 Jumpscare!!!

That awkward conversation I had!!

///

And no one gets any comfort because god knows I don't know how to write about comfort, Tim deserved that breakdown and Bruce and Alfred deserved to have someone point out to their faces that they were, in fact, abusive and ruined a child's life

I would do this with Dick, Jason, Damian and Barb too, but I haven't read many comics about them, fanfics? sure, but I don't know how much of it is canon and what their real personalities are

Bruce ruined his children's futures, but canonically he also saved them. Dick was saved from becoming GraySon, Jason was rescued from the streets, Damian was saved from the League of Assassins, and Barb... Barb made choices

But Dick was also condemned to the superhero life and all the harm that entails, Jason was condemned to die, Damian went from an abusive mother to a neglectful father, and Barb... well, she's now permanently in a wheelchair

There's just too much to unpack there!!!! And my psychology books are begging to be opened again, but Tim is my favorite and that means everything I think of will be about or referring to him

[celebtf]

GLEN AND THE MAGIC-TRICK

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Zac had never been satisfied with his life. Mediocrity dripped from every corner of his existence like a slow poison. Yet, the moment he saw Glen Powell on the big screen, something inside him snapped.

Glen wasn’t just successful—he was everything. The perfect face, the perfect voice, the perfect life. Every magazine cover, every glowing interview, every post on social media felt like a personal insult to Zac. He wanted it all. No, he needed it.

And if Glen had to lose everything for Zac to take it? So be it.

Late one night, Zac called his only friend, Jordan, his voice a mix of desperation and rage.

“I can’t keep living like this, man. Every time I see that smug face, it’s like he’s mocking me. Like he knows he has everything I’ll never have.”

Jordan didn’t try to comfort him. He didn’t tell him to calm down or suggest therapy. Instead, he chuckled darkly. “So, take it from him.”

“What?”

“You heard me. Take it. If you hate him so much, why not become him?”

Zac was silent. The idea slithered into his mind, coiling around his thoughts. “How?”

“I’ve got a plan,” Jordan said. “But you need to be all in. No second-guessing, no whining. This isn’t just some prank. We’re taking his life, Zac.”

Zac’s lips curled into a grin. “I’m all in.”

Jordan worked quickly, calling in favors and pulling strings. Within days, he had secured them a spot as “magicians” at the Twister premiere.

“Magicians?” Zac asked when Jordan explained the plan.

“It’s perfect,” Jordan said. “No one will suspect a thing. We’ll make Glen disappear, and you’ll take his place. Simple.”

The day of the premiere arrived, and Zac felt a twisted thrill coursing through him as he donned his magician’s costume. Jordan, ever the mastermind, went over the plan one last time.

“When Glen steps into the box, I’ll distract the crowd. You take care of him, and... well, let’s just say the box has a few special features.”

Zac smirked. “You’ve thought of everything.”

Jordan grinned. “Of course I have. Now let’s make some magic.”

The premiere was a dazzling spectacle of lights, cameras, and celebrities. Glen Powell was the star of the evening, his every move followed by adoring fans and flashing cameras.

When Jordan approached him with the invitation to participate in their act, Glen laughed and agreed without hesitation.

“Why not? Let’s give the people a show!”

Jordan led Glen onto the small stage, where the crowd eagerly gathered to watch. Zac, hidden inside the box, felt his heart race—not with fear, but with anticipation.

“Ladies and gentlemen,” Jordan announced, “prepare to witness the impossible! The incredible Glen Powell is about to vanish before your very eyes!”

Glen stepped into the box, his trademark grin in place. Jordan closed the door with a flourish, and the crowd erupted in applause.

Inside the box, Zac moved quickly. A hidden panel slid open, and he lunged at Glen, pressing a cloth soaked in chloroform over his face.

Glen struggled, his eyes wide with shock, but the chloroform worked fast. As Glen’s body went limp, Zac lowered him to the floor and began the transformation.

He stripped Glen of his clothes, every piece feeling like a trophy. Once he was dressed, the real change began.

It started with his hands, his fingers elongating, the skin smoothing into Glen’s perfect complexion. His arms stretched, muscles rippling beneath his flesh. He felt his legs grow longer, his spine cracking as his posture shifted.

Then came his face.

It started as a searing heat, like his skin was melting. Zac bit down on a scream as his cheekbones sharpened, his jawline reshaped, and his nose slimmed. His hair lightened, strand by strand, until it matched Glen’s golden locks.

He stared at his hands, now Glen’s hands, and a laugh bubbled up from his throat. It wasn’t his laugh anymore—it was Glen’s.

The transformation was complete.

Jordan spun the box three times, then stopped, his voice booming. “And now, ladies and gentlemen, behold the incredible Glen Powell!”

The door swung open, and Zac stepped out, every inch of him now Glen Powell. The crowd erupted into cheers, none the wiser that the man before them was an imposter.

Zac bowed, his movements fluid and confident. “Thank you! Thank you!” he called, mimicking Glen’s voice perfectly.

Jordan grinned, knowing they had pulled it off.

As Zac walked off the stage and onto the red carpet, cameras flashed, and fans screamed his—no, Glen’s—name. He soaked it all in, relishing the adoration.

Backstage, Jordan packed up the props, including the box with the real Glen tied up inside. He whistled as he loaded it into a van and drove off to their prearranged hiding place.

Hours later, in a dimly lit warehouse on the outskirts of town, Zac and Jordan stood over Glen, who was tied to a chair, still groggy from the chloroform.

“Wakey, wakey,” Zac said, his voice dripping with mockery. His new voice—Glen’s voice—sent a chill down the actor’s spine.

Glen’s eyes widened as he took in the sight before him. He was looking at... himself.

“What... what is this?” Glen croaked.

Glen struggled against the ropes, but

Jordan stepped forward, his knife glinting in the dim light.

“I wouldn’t try that if I were you,” he said with a smirk.

Zac turned to Jordan. “You know, this feels... right. Like I was always meant to be him.” He paused, studying Jordan. “But you... you could use an upgrade too.”

Jordan raised an eyebrow. “What are you talking about?”

“Why settle for being the guy behind the scenes?” Zac said, his voice silky. “Find someone. An actor, a musician, anyone. Take their life, just like I took Glen’s. We could rule Hollywood together.”

Jordan’s smirk widened. “You might be onto something.”

Zac leaned in close to Glen, his stolen face inches away. “This is just the beginning,” he whispered.

The warehouse echoed with their laughter as Glen sat helpless, his screams drowned out by the sound of their victory.

To be continued...

[keen-li]

What you need | 05

Synopsis: everybody needs, but how do you define need? Do you even know what you need.

Jungkook x fem reader.

Genre: best friends au, angst, fluff, smut, slow burn.

Wc: 10k

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Thursday 9:45am

Since morning you’ve been staring at his contact, should you text him? You asked yourself. He told you he’d be very busy this week, so you don’t want to bother him, not with some unnecessary chatter. Unlike you he has a job that keeps him away from his phone. All you can do whilst in your cubicle is stare at your phone as your legs go numb and ears deaf from the silence. So, it’s not shocking that he hasn’t yet replied to your ‘hey’ text.

You look at it feeling dumb. He’s not doing it on purpose, you try to remind yourself. He’s busy, everyone’s busy. Willoe, Jimin. All busy. They’re all you got and they’re all busy. Sigh. You miss those times when you were all free and would club hopping all night. It was so fun. At that time, you hadn’t known Jungkook too well, but he seemed like a cool guy. You and Willoe would get drunk whilst the guys preferred to be sober. Lameee, you would tell them. But it was for good reason. You and willoe are horrible drunks, it doesn’t take much to have you stumbling on your feet. It’s a bad trait, one which leads you preferring not drinking much lately.                      

Jungkook being very aware of the trait very early on, would always stay by your side whilst you party. He hates how guys approached you more in the vulnerable state (he hates when guys do it to anyone.), which resulted in him standing closer to you. You were too drunk to notice this new friend of yours stand a little closer to you, you never did mind the action though, it kept guys away and you liked that. Only on nights you wanted guys away though.

Part of those nights that you loved the most were when you and Jungkook would chat, drunkenly talking about whatever came to your minds. Those were one of the ways you and Jungkook even got closer. And being the horrible drunk you were, you would cry on his shoulder about how you don’t know what to do with your life and how everything is going wrong. He’d always stay silent and let you rant, occasionally comforting you and telling you he’s here, when you sobbed a little harder. You always felt that you were burdening him with your presence, but he assured you he didn’t mind.

And he truly didn’t mind, he loved knowing that you were able to open up to him, even though it was when you were drunk. He appreciated knowing that he gave you enough comfort to open up to him. Once sober you’d apologize and tell him to forget everything you said, all which you were not able to remember. That gave you anxiety and thoughts of how Jungkook could be irritated by you, but his soft chuckle comforted you otherwise. The way you begged him to forget whatever you said made him chuckle. He never forgot a single thing.

Till now you wonder what you could’ve said during your rants, all which Jungkook refuses to tell you when you ask. He says you told him to tell no one, and he keeps that key to himself. You roll your eyes every time.

Those days are mostly gone, now that you’re all settled into the full-time working environment. You do hope that you will get chance to go out as a group and relive those days. This time you won’t get drunk and say probably embarrassing things to a poor Jungkook.

 

It was when Jungkook was having his late lunch that he saw your text. And it’d been many hours later. He’d been so busy he didn’t get to touch his phone once. One thought that popped up in his mind was what if you needed something? He brushed it away knowing you would’ve probably called if it was something serious. Though he does feel bad for going all this time and not responded to your text. He’d never purposefully ignore you.

Jungkook: sorry I didn’t see your text.

Jungkook: hey 😊

Jungkook: have you eaten lunch?

Jungkook: or breakfast at that.

Do you wanna grab dinner together later?  Is what he wanted to send but before he did, he remembered you told him you’d be having an evaluation at this time, you wouldn’t see his text. You won’t see any of them. And by the time you do, it’ll be late. Honestly, he’ll probably have to spend a night at the shop cause of how much work he’s got, so the dinner thing wouldn’t even happen. Gosh he wishes people took better care of their cars, but then he wouldn’t have a job. So, you know what? Destroy your cars and give him overnight work to do with a gross deadline. He loves it.

He envies how Irene just comes in does paper work and leaves. He loves his job, but he could really use a break. A night out with his friends, or maybe a movie night with you where you watch a horror and laugh at stupid decisions characters make. Gosh he’d kill for that. He misses listening to you explain what they should’ve done. Like you would’ve done that if it was you. You’re a scaredy cat and the only reason you’re able to watch anything scary is if it’s day time or you’re with someone.

When you do watch them you love it. It’s just the haunting thoughts and fears that someone could be watching you through the window or whilst you’re outside that scare you. Otherwise, if you didn’t get those thoughts you’d love watching horrors every time.

Gosh he misses having enough free time.

 

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The clinking of tools, roars of testing engines and tires bounces around the walls of the shop. Irene watches from a distance as a Jungkook, with rolled up sleeves and stuffed under the hood of the car, sweats. He’s tired. She can tell and it makes her feel bad. But the week is almost over, and a big chunk of the work will be done and over with.

Jungkook wipes the sweat off his forehead with the back of hand, which doesn’t do much but smudge it. He’s been breathing tainted air all whole week and staring at car parts too long. It’s getting repetitive. Putting his hands on his waist he steps back to look at the car.

“You know, if you stare at that engine any harder it’s gonna wake up.” Irene’s voice chirps from behinds.

Jungkook sniffles as he wipes the sweat off his nose. “Good. Then it can fix itself.” He’s been working on it for so long that he forgets what he’s even fixing. Irene can see how confused he looks staring at the object.

“Did you check the oil?”

“First thing I did, Irene.” Jungkook watches as she moves to peep inside the hood, making sure not to get her little grey office skirt stained with oil. It’d be a pain to wash out, it’s not like she does her own laundry. Jungkook chuckles, he takes the opportunity to grab a rag off his cart, which he uses to finally wipe off the sweat that still pesters him.

When he returns, he finds her leaning into the hood almost fully falling in. Jungkook watches wondering what she’s even doing out in the shop. Her eyes are as curious as her hands, touching places that make Jungkook worry for his progress.

Having enough of it, Jungkook gently grabs her hand to stop her from touching a cable that would fuck up his hard work. Her hands are soft and clean compared to Jungkook’s. When she looks at his hand then at him, he pulls away. She stands back. Holding her now slightly oil tainted hands. But she doesn’t hold it cause she’s disgusted by the dirt. She’s not that vain.

“Sorry but what do you even know about cars?” Jungkook asks with a chuckle choosing to fill the awkward air.

Irene drops her hand, taking feign offence to his words. “a little motor oil here and there, and stuff” her mind falters. She does know much, her dad surely made sure of that. But something about Jungkook’s mocking nod and smirk have her mind flaking. “I can change a tire.” She can. “So, I know enough.”

Jungkook nods in faux amusement. He doesn’t believe her, she looks too ‘pure’ to know anything about cars. Let alone how much they cost; he doubts she’s ever had to look at the price tag. “But who needs me to know anything about cars when I have talented people like you.” Jungkook chuckles at her words proving his thoughts right.

“So, you’re here for?” He’s just curious, so he asks knowing she usually spends time in her office. An office which has gotten more boring by the day.

She folds her arms making sure to do it in a way that the oil doesn’t smudge on her shirt. “Just cause...” she was bored. “The office is a boring place you know?”

He returns to the car. “I know.” He knows by virtue of being your listening ear. You’ve complained to him so much that he’s probably mastered the floor plan of your office, though he’s never been. You’re very good at detail. That little crack in the tile on the way to the bathroom that always seems to catch onto your heel, he’s heard it all, he could write a book. It’s all funny though, he likes when you just talk on and on. You’re probably the only person he can listen to for long.

Irene narrows her eyes at him and how his lip seems to curl at something she can’t see. She ignores it. “And how would you know?”

“I’ve got friends.” He spits out matter-of-factly.

Irene doesn’t know much about Jungkook out of the shop or even their conversations. The only certain thing is that he’s got a friend called Yn, anymore than that she’s ignorant. It’s odd to her why she even remembers that.

The conversation goes silent for a moment, Jungkook is focused on the car but he can still feel her lingering presence. And if he turned, he’s see how she bit her red painted lips in thought of what to say next.

“My dad may visit this weekend.” He doesn’t know why he would care cause the man doesn’t own the place anymore, but he just nods. She goes on. “I can’t believe he thought I wouldn’t be able to run the place.”

“Sounds like he’s got you pegged.” He jokes. When she gasps and her heel hits his shin with minimal force he retreats. “I’m just joking. Chill.” He laughs.

“You run this place fairly well.” He’ll give it to her, for her age running such a busy place is encouraging.

“Thank you.” She smiles. When the silence grows a little too thick, she clears her throat. “Anyway, I should probably go answer some invoices.”

Jungkook nods. “All the best.”

 

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Thursday 4:38pm

You’ve been biting your nails since the evaluation, you could barely sleep. Did you say the right thing? Did you come off a little too cocky, too shy? Oh gosh. You really hope this turns out well if it doesn’t you’ve got no clue what you’ll do. You don’t want to be that friend in the group who doesn’t have a stable job. You’d be struggling with rent and probably have to move back in with your mom, who lives in another town, if that did occur, you’d be separated from your friends. Which would suck all the more. Though Jungkook would suggest you move in with him. You’d never do that. You’d hate to be a leech of a friend. You even hate the thought of living rent free in Jungkook’s apartment.

You: couldn’t eat lunch. Was too nervous for the evaluation.

You responded to his text immediately you were out of that building and, on your way, back home.

Jungkook: laugh emoji

Jungkook: you’d probably through up on the poor interviewer.

You: you know me too well.

You smile to yourself.

You: how’s work?

Jungkook: busy asf and I want to run away.

You: you should. I will too.

You: tell Jimin and willoe.

Jungkook laughs.

Jungkook: Jimin would be the last of us to agree.

Jungkook: he loves his job too much.

You went on talking and enthusing about how all of you should hangout one day. You talked until you fell asleep and Jungkook immediately knew your silence meant that.

 

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 Friday 11:27am

As you work your ass off on some file Hoseok gave you, you remember why you’re doing this. To not be a leech to anyone.

“Yn.” The voice of your cubicle neighbour makes it to your ear, through your air pods. You take them off. And when you stare up you find her where she usually is when talking to you. Elbows hanging off the wall, and wavy hair leaning down her shoulders. “You work too hard.” She states randomly.

It could be the folders on your desk with deadlines, the documents open on your computer or the coffee you plan on having for lunch.

You chuckle. “How can I relax?” you stop to look at her with a smile. She’s been one of your friends? Colleague? That you’ve gotten to know and comfortable with, she’s carefree more than you are and you admire that. You both bonded on your boredom from the job. Unlike you she’s not an intern and has been working for the company longer than you. She’s helped you navigate everybody in the office, how they behave and how to work with or around them. Hoseok especially. She’s honestly been of great help to you.

And even though your internship is ending soon you hope to stay in contact with her. If you end up not getting hired.

“I have a way.” she lowers her voice which causes you to raise a brow. Is she about to sell you some type of pill, with the way she’s looking around you’d definitely think she’s about to do so. “The other girls and I thought we’d all go for drinks.” You scrunch your face in thought, and Chae catches onto your doubt. “Come on it’s just us girls. Plus, it’s Friday.”

You’ve been dreaming of a chance to go out, maybe this is it. You don’t really need that much convincing; it’s a good chance to relax and get to know your other colleagues.

“Okay.” You nod, smiling excitedly at the thought. Chae sighs relieved she didn’t have to convince you much.

 

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Friday 7:56pm

“You free to hangout to night?” Jungkook asks. “We can watch that terrifier movie, or whatever.” He enthuses but his tone stays calm. You’d like that but it seems that you and Jungkook are in two different time zones. When you’re free he’s busy, when you’re busy he’s free.

Stumbling across your room with the phone between your palm and ear, you try to pair an outfit for tonight. It’s just a girl’s thing so you don’t have to freak out about it. You don’t want to look lame thought, what if the others are going all out? “Did you forget I told you I’m going out tonight?”

“Really?” he feigns forgetfulness. He’s trying to get you to change your mind, knowing very well that you told him you’d be going out. As much as you’d like to hang out with him like old times, you can’t miss it because you’d hate to ditch Chae after you agreed to go. You’d hate for someone to do that to you, so you won’t do it to someone else.

You roll your eyes knowing damn well he knew. “Are you still at work?” you ask when you hear the noise in his background.

He sighs heavily giving you your answer. “Yeah. But hopefully tonight is the last day of hard labour.”  He rolls his eyes staring at the direction of Irene’s office.

You pout hearing how tired he sounds. He’s been working too hard. “My break is coming up soon and Jimin’s gonna be back so maybe we can all hangout then.” You suggest whilst looking into your closet debating on choosing pants or a dress. 

 Jungkook is silent before he speaks. “I’ve actually missed the guy.” he acknowledges, a thoughtful look on his face. You grin. “Don’t’ tell him that though.” he pleads knowing you’d tell and the big head Jimin would grow.

“Already sent.”

“I can never trust you y/l/n”

You both chuckle.                  

“You know better than too jeon.”  

Theres a silence that falls for a moment. You check to see if he’s cut. He’s still on the line. And before you can fill the silence he speaks. He’s voice soft and sincere. “Gosh I’ve missed hanging out with you.”  Why the heck is that making you blush, maybe it’s the way his voice lowers or how he groans deeply after. It’s simple words you’ve both said to each other many times.

“Sucks.” Is all you can muster to say. Makes you sound like you haven’t missed hanging out with him too. You have though.

Whether Jungkook notices or not you don’t know cause he’s soon to speaking again. “Who are you going out with again?” he changes the topic, knowing how bad you are with sentimentals.

“Work friends.”

You hear him hum and it sounds like an insult is brewing. “What?” your pause with your hand on your hip. An action Jungkook suspects you’re doing.

“Nothing.” he shrugs off but you know him better.

“Say what you want to say.”

He shakes he’s head like you can even see the action. “I have nothing to say.” He purses his lips his voice raises along the sentence.

“Jungkook I’m gonna end th-”

“You didn’t tell me you made friends from the office.”

You laugh. He sounds so childish.

“Well, I did. Just one though.” Your voice lowers. You don’t mind having one friend at the office. You’re there to work and not make friends.

“Hoseok?”

You scrunch your face. “Hell no.” You both laugh, knowing how friendship is the last thing you and hoseok have. “Chae. She’s my cubicle neighbour.” You chuckle at how you’d adapted to the term. Theres no easier way to describe.

Jungkook nods taking in the information you give. “That’s good, she nice to you?” his voice gets a little more serious, causing you furrow your brows. This is one thing you know Jungkook for, worrying about who you’re around. You’ve grown to just know that that’s who he is, caring, and would do it for all his friends.  

It doesn’t stop you from scolding him though. “Jungkook I’m not a baby.”

“Just asking.” He shrugs going silent afterwards.

This time you fill the silence. “She is kind to me.” It feels good to have someone kind to you in the office, seeing that you are sort of in the infancy stage at the company. “I’ll introduce you two one day.”

Jungkook raises a brow. “So that?”

Grinning you respond. “I don’t know, maybe you’ll like her. She’s cute.” Being aware of how much he dislikes this topic you find pleasure in teasing him about it. You’ve given up on finding him a blind date, but you won’t shy away from teasing him about it.

“Yn...” he warns threatening to end the call.

After your fit of laughter, you collect yourself to speak. “Don’t cut you need to judge my outfit.” you speak through the ruminates of your laughter.

Jungkook narrows his eyes. “Give me a sec.” He says switching to video.

 

The call doesn’t last long afterwards he helps you find clothes, though he’s choices had you narrowing your eyes at him. It’s not like he knows much about women’s fashion, so you don’t blame him much.

 

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Friday 8:22pm

‘’Why’d you call me over.’’ Jungkook says walking to Irene who’s just outside her office which is intersected with the shop. She standing up to try and meet Jungkook’s height. She’s got an excited smirk on her face which has Jungkook all the more confused. Jungkook just stands hands folded.

“Since you guys have been working so hard.” She starts. And walks around her desk. And as she’s about to continue she’s interrupted by a voice that has Jungkook turning his head behind.

“You mean over working them?” a sudden deep voice is heard as the familiar figure enters the room.

Isabel’s father is never usually here. He thought it would be best to leave his shop to his daughter, who in his opinion runs it well, but still has a lot to learn. Jungkook would say Isabel runs the shop well, but this overtime thing has her on his bad side.

“Appaa” she whines feeling embarrassed and not at all excited to see him. She had watched him walk into the shop during Jungkook’s lunch. But the look on Jungkook’s face tells her he hadn’t noticed her father’s arrival.

Jungkook hadn’t realized he was here, but maybe if he looked closer and wasn’t so distracted, he would’ve noticed the man had been watching him all along. Did he mention how much Isabel’s father, Mr lee, liked him.

“Jungkook, son!” he exclaims as he pulls Jungkook into one of those bear hugs he can’t escape.

Jungkook scrunches his face patting his back and inching to move away. “Mr lee, it’s been a long time.”

“Don’t be so formal with me, you’re like a son.”

He pats Jungkook’s shoulder and the smaller hums in pain and embarrassment. What’s more embarrassing is the fact that everyone in the shop can hear the conversation, due to the man’s large voice.

“Appa, can I finish what I was saying.”

“Go ahead dear.” He says still not moving from next to Jungkook.

She clears her throat. “I was saying, for celebration and an apology for working you guys overtime, I was thinking I take you all out for soju and food.”

The reaction was not what she was expecting. O f course she was not expecting everyone to leap for joy. But silence and awkward stares was not on the card as well.

“i have to pick up my daughter from my mother’s place.” One guy from across the room proclaims.

“it’s my girlfriend’s birthday today and i don’t want to disappoint.” Another adds. Everyone seems to have a reason not to go. With everyone one else giving their excuses Jungkook is the only one left. No excuse to cover for him.

“Jungkook, I’m sure you’re free right?” Mr lee chimes in causing Jungkook’s eyes to bulge out.

“Uh actuall-” his tongue slips around as he tries to speak and find the words to get him out of this situation.

“You’re gonna let her go all by herself, come on” he leans in “you’re a young man with no one waiting for him at home. Go out enjoy. I wish I could” he laughs out knowing his wife would not be pleased to hear him say that.

Irene rolls her eyes. “it’s okay if he’s busy, don’t force him” she folds her lips, starting to touch at some files on her desk. She does have work to do so dinner was probably a waste of brain usage.

“I’ll go.” Jungkook spits out, what does he have to lose with this. They’ll eat and he can finally be out to rest.

“That’s my boy.” Jungkook flinches at how harshly Mr lee’s hand lands on his shoulder. Gosh it’s gonna bruise. “I’ll be leaving as well, just came to take a peek.”

“Because you don’t trust me?” she knows that’s the reason even though he tries to feign ignorance. Instead of defending himself he stays silent. He moves in to hug her.

“You should visit soon. Your mother misses you.” He speaks into her hair.

“I will.” She doubts internally.

He hums taking her word for it. With a huge smile forming and turning to a quiet Jungkook he adds, “when you do, bring Jungkook. Your mother will love him.”

“Appa, stop that” she nudges for him to stop. He finds it amusing when they find it awkward and weird. You’re colleagues. She’s, his boss. It would never happen.

Soon they both sigh in relief as they watch the car drive off.

She turns to Jungkook, “you don’t have to-”

“Are we using my car or yours.” Jungkook cuts her off, being a man of his word he has to go through. He had nothing better to do anyways. You’re out probably having fun, he could too.

“Ah- I guess yours is fine.” She says nervously and confused at why he still wants to go. He doesn’t have to pretend.

“I’ll be waiting.” He says walking to his car knowing she has to lock up.

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Friday 8:45pm

You forgot how loud the music is in a club. It tears through your ear drums to get to your brain. Your brain thumps to its rhythm. Still, you walk on through the crowd, heat and smell of sweat enveloping your sensing, that’s one thing you didn’t miss. You keep walking the strobe lights catching your attention, like it’s the first time. Chae’s hand stays firm in yours to guide you through, if only she knew how well you know the format of this club.

You’ve been to this club before, but not many times. You always preferred the one across town. This one was too close to home, and you feared bumping into someone you know. You still do.

“We should grab some drinks first.” Chae says to everyone you’re with, which is not many. You’re just five. Dian, who’s an intern like you but you’re not so close to. Jen, who’s another intern but for the marketing team and Sooya who’s the leader for team one in sales, her team is all men so they weren’t allowed to attend. Honestly, she needed a break from them, nothing more irritating than leading men with underlying misogyny brewing in them.

“I can’t get too drunk.” Sooya says as she orders her mocktail. “I have a Saturday review meeting tomorrow and the last thing I need is to be nursing a hangover.” They all chuckle.

“How about you?” Chae turns to ask you, her eyes glowing under the lights, like a puppy.

You hesitate for a second looking confused like a nun being asked how much she’s gonna drink. Are you gonna drink much tonight? No. Just a little. You never came to get totalled, just let loose. You’d hate to be stumbling into the dark of your apartment like you left it. And you’re aware how hard it’d be to find the switch, that’s if you get past typing your pin. You know this night is gonna end late, so it’s be safer to drink less.

You all pick drinks of your choice and find yourselves dancing amongst the crowd slowly sipping at your drinks as not to get drunk so fast. Not Chae though, she’s on her third. You laugh as you watch, in real time, how the alcohol makes her cheeks blush.

You’re lost in the music, your blood rushing through your body quick, taking the alcohol you’ve consumed with it. Why the heck do these drinks have to be so good. The sweetest one’s get you the most. And they’re the ones you’ve been indulging in. One? Two? Four? Yeah four. Or more you can’t tell your head from your ass right now, let alone how many glasses the bartender handed you. All you can remember is he’s are you sure look. Which you brushed off. As the night goes on you find a way to your old ways. You thought tonight would be awkward cause you haven’t hang out with these girls much or before, but it’s pleasantly going well. You’re all getting along well, like you’ve always known each other.

The room is spinning but you spin with it, choosing to sway your body to the music, with Chae and the other girls cheering you on. You barely pay attention to the heat. You’re having too much fun, the DJ playing many of your favourite hits.

You’ve come to realize that they are cool, even Sooya who comes off a little mean in the office. But tonight, you’ve learnt she’s actually the opposite and she does it to keep the men in the office and her team in check.

You’ve learnt she’s a great dancer too.

Of course, some guys try to approach you all but you’re quick to cussing them out. It’s girls’ night, do you have to tattoo it on all your foreheads. giggle.

You’re all dancing, giggling, taking pictures and having fun when you get this knot in your stomach. It’s as if it’s squeezing itself and the feelings unbearable. And when you involuntarily gag, you know what it means. You’re about to puke. Gosh you thought you were better at this. It’s been a while though, so it’s like you have to retrain your tolerance. But with the way you’re feeling you doubt you’ll ever want to look at alcohol again.

Your body gives you chance to tell the girls you have to use the bathroom and luckily, they don’t question you too much. Knowing the bathrooms will probably be stuffed, you brisk walk your way to the alleyway. Once there you lean over, try to get whatever’s bugging you to leave your body. But nothing. You hurl, voluntarily and involuntarily but nothing. Is your freaking body playing tricks on you? You thought you wanted to puke but evidence is showing otherwise. And the knot still in your stomach is only causing your frustration to grow.

You feel your eyes fill with tears of frustration. What do have to do to get this to stop. you groan gripping your stomach. You should go home; you should really go home. Maybe you should call Jungkook to pick you up, because you feel horri—

“Yn?” a voice speaks. A familiar voice and like a sign of its irritation in your life, your stomach knots more. You groan. “Are you okay?” he questions moving closer to you and telling his friends to go on without him. He doesn’t know how he realized it’s you, maybe your side profile. But he’s glad he’s not wrong, otherwise this would’ve been an awkward encounter.

He moves to placing a hand on your back and leaning down to check your scrunched up face. You’d recognized him from his first word, but you could honestly recognize him from his scent if it came to it. Nothing has changed about him.

“Are you okay?” he asks once more when you don’t respond. The last thing you want to do is speak right now. “Yn, tell me if you’re okay. Do I need to take you to the hospital.” You chuckle even though it intensifies your uncomfortable state. Can’t he read fucking body language. The knot in your stomach has now moved to your heart and not in a friendly way.

So, forcing yourself you shrug his hand off your back. He moves. “I’m fine.” You’re not but it’s not something he should concern himself with. Why does he even care. Your back is slightly hunched (you try to not make a scene.) and your steps are slow, your pain is back but honestly you want to get away from him more.

“Bro, you coming?” one of his friends return to ask, the guy looks at you. Not concerned, they never are. His friend knows who you are and you know him, gosh how clueless you were, from his friends to him. All dirtbags.

He waves his friend off and he stares at you one last time before leaving. You seat yourself on a half wall Infront of the club, just to get some more fresh air, it seems to be helping.

“Who are you here with?” you can’t decipher why he’s asking. Is it because he cares or he’s afraid he’d have to have an encounter with Jungkook.

You focus on your breathing. “You should go with your friend.” you groan out, leaving no room for conversation. You thought you missed him, but for some reason looking at him pisses you off. This is why you don’t like this club, it’s to close to home.

“Yn.” He warns like he used to. He doesn’t want to argue, you look sick and he’s been wanting to meet with you. So, it hurts to see this is how you’re dealing with your encounter. “Here take this.” He says handing you a bottle of room temp water. You stare at it for a second, then two. You look up at him as he nudges for you to take it. “it’s sealed I just got it from the store.” It is. Water could probably help right now. ugh. Why didn’t you think of it. You reluctantly take the bottle and look at the seal.

It is water.

You drink it and like a joke the knot in your stomach loosens.

“Thanks.” You try to hand the rest to him.

Shaking his head he says. “Who are you here with?” you’ve never known to decipher if yunho has been the protective or possessive boyfriend. You could never tell.

You knew accepting the water would make him think you’re open to conversation. You roll your eyes. “Colleagues.” You say flatly and watch how doubt glosses over his eyes. You’re not gonna explain yourself to him though. So, carefully you drop down to the ground, feeling a little better after the water. “Colleagues who I should probably get back to.” You start to walk. But yunho feeling like he’s losing his chance stops you by grabbing your wrist, his grip loosening when you turn to stare him down.

He licks his lips, nervous for some reason. He doesn’t seem drunk, maybe his night just started. “Can I just have a word with you.”

“We’ve been having a word all this time, what more do you want to say?” You’re getting upset, he’s wasting your time whilst your friends are wondering where you could be and why you’ve taken so long.

“That’s not what I mean.”

“Then what?” sensing your hostility he chooses to quicken his talking.

He sighs, straightening his back and looking behind you. “Look yn, I’m really sorry. For everything.” he doesn’t even look at you. “I know I was such a bad boyfriend; I never treated you righ--”

“Yunho is this what you want to say to me?” you scoff.

He mumbles something under his breath from his frustration but you just stare. You’ve never been this difficult to talk to. “Why are you being difficult? You’re making this hard for me.”

You laugh bitterly. “Are you done?”

He sighs. He’s not in the slightest, but he knows why you’re upset, your little friend probably told you. He didn’t want to bring this up here but looks like it’s what you want to hear. If he says it and it helps you listen to him then he’ll say it. “I know you’re upset. I was wrong for what I did. I shouldn’t have cheated on you.” You freeze. Your brows furrow. CHEAT? When?

Your brows are touching but yunho doesn’t notice your confusion and keeps speaking. You wait, mostly silent just to arrange your thoughts. “I know...Jungkook told you and that’s why you’re so upset.” He breathes in, like he’s the one who needs it. You just stare, cheating? And now Jungkook? At this point your sickness is gone and replaced with shock. “I just want you to know she meant nothing to me. You’re the on-- ” he pauses when he sees the look on your face. Why do you look confused. Don’t you know?

“When?” is all you can ask. You lean back, your feet slightly losing balance.

Yunho stammers. “What do you mea--”

“When did you cheat?” it comes out harsh. But before he can respond you cut him off “when we were still together?”

He nods cowardly. Your breathing begins increasing. You’re gasping for air to keep yourself sane.

“Yunho!!?” you crouch to the ground. He reaches to you but you slap his hands away. Your legs don’t seem to work anymore.

Why are you acting like this. “Did you not know?”

“Do I look like I fucking knew.” You look up at him from your crouched position. Tears tittering to the edge. You run your hands on your face, you breath, well you try to. Is that why he broke up with you. It was never about Jungkook.

You stand, your legs feel wobbly like you could find home on the cold, dirty street concrete.

“It was never about Jungkook huh?” The tears fall and yunho looks like a lost dog. “You wanted me to take the fall. Be the bad guy when you were the one off doing shady stuff with who knows what.”

“Yn.”

“don’t fucking call my name.” You spit.

“j-j-Jungkook, he knew why did he never tell you.” You chuckle bitterly, your tears slipping past your lips.

“You should stop worrying about Jungkook and worry about yourself. You’re the fucking problem.”

“See? you always take Jungkook’s side.”

“Jungkook isn’t the one who cheated on me. He’s not the one who slept with me knowing he’s got some other girl on the side.”

“But he lied to you.” He states trying to get a word in. “isn’t he supposed to be your friend?”

“weren’t you supposed to be MY boyfriend?”

You just stare at him at watch how his tongue gets twisted. There’s nothing more to say. You wondered why you started to hate him but now you know.

You watch his speechless, dumb face with disgust. “Don’t ever talk to me, or approach me. Even if I’m dying.”

You turn and walk away, he tries calling out your name but you just walk and stumble, tears falling like the flood and no ark is surviving it. Nothing hurts than being disrespected like that, and then being told it’s your fault you’re breaking up. You actually loved him, him? You need to get better. Fuck him and fuck all guys like him.

As you walk to the door, Sooya walks out, the only sober one capable of coming outside to check on you. “Yn where were you; you weren’t in the bathroom--” she stops when she hears yours sniffle and watches how you try to wipe your tears.

“o-oh sorry I just got carried away.” You choose to look at the ground you stand on, you force a chuckle, hoping she will look past your tears. She doesn’t.

“what’s the matter?”

“Nothing.” You quickly reply trying to wipe the tears that keep falling.

She moves closer to you, bringing you into a hug, her being closer to your height making it easier. If this was Chae, you’d have to dip lower to be able to lean on her shoulder.

“You don’t have to tell me if you don’t want to.” You try not to cry on her shoulder and stain her clothes. You pull away still wiping tears. “Do you wanna go home? I can tell the girls. We’ve been out too long anyways.”

“You guys can stay if you want to, I’ll just an uber.” You wouldn’t want to hinder their fun, you barely wanted anyone to find you in this state. It’s humiliating. What are they going to say when they see you in the office. For all you know she could tell everyone in the office. Knowing all this, why the hell are you still crying.

You just want to go home.

“I’ll just call for an uber.” You say stumbling and pulling out your phone, to call an uber.

Sooya watches as you call for an uber and luckily the car is not far. Soon it’s rolling up by the roadside and waiting for you.

“You sure you’re gonna be okay?” you don’t have an answer, not now. But you’ll give her something everyone says.

“Yeah.” You smile. “Ill see you at work if I get the job.” You try to throw in some humour.

“You will.” She’s not part of the team that does the hiring but she’s seen how hard of a worker you are. And whatever’s just happened she hopes you’ll truly get better.

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Friday 11:43

When you’re sat in the back of the car, city light blurred from your tears and drunkenness all you can do is think.

Think about what’s going on with you. You’re not even thinking about the cheating, you’re upset and heart broken, yes. But what do you expect from men like yunho. Your friends did say stuff that you didn’t realize but now do. You’re not even thinking about that.

What you’re thinking about is Jungkook. He knew and he didn’t tell you. How long has he known? How did he even find out.

Why aren’t you mad at him? You want to, you feel like you should but you can’t. Jungkook would never hide stuff from you maliciously. If it was you, would you even tell him? Would tell him and watch how he’d break down cause of how the girl he loved cheated on him. You couldn’t. You don’t even know how you’d do it.

Maybe that’s why you can’t be upset. Cause you’d do the same thing. Maybe he was going to tell you, maybe like you he found out tonight. Your thoughts are nonsense right now. nothing but nonsense. You just wanna take some painkiller, shower and sleep.

All alone?

You’re starting to sob again. The driver looks through his rearview mirror and you know he’s looking at a sobbing you. But he chooses to say nothing, which you appreciate.

At the club and in this car, you hadn’t felt horrible, you did, but the fact that people were around you consoled you. The noise of the club and the engine and cars stops your thoughts from going too far. So, when you think about the fact that you’re gonna be all alone when you get home, makes you wanna cry more. All alone. You don’t want to be alone right now, any other day, okay. But not today, not now.

You don’t wanna be alone.

“Is it okay if I can change the destination?” you ask the man through sniffles.

He looks through the rearview once more. “Sure dear.” He says comfortingly and you’re so glad he’s not some creep; you don’t have energy to deal with that.

“Where do you want to go?” your answer is quick, the address engraved on your brain to the tea.

It’s a no brainer.

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Friday 9:45pm

Jungkook had always wondered if Irene liked him. The thought crossed his mind now and then, but it never stuck. She never gave off that kind of vibe—or maybe he just couldn’t see her that way. She was his boss, after all. Someone he humoured when she teased him at work. Attractive? Sure. He wouldn’t deny that. But something about her just didn’t... click. Maybe it was because they didn’t know each other that well outside of work. Or maybe it was because his thoughts were always occupied by other things. Either way, it wasn’t something worth lingering on.

“Sorry about my dad,” Irene says, breaking the silence. She sets her purse on the seat next to her, avoiding his gaze. “He can be a little over the top.”

Jungkook glances up from his menu, watching her fidget with the strap of her purse. Is she nervous? That’s new. She’s always so cocky and confident at the shop—seeing her like this almost made him want to laugh.

“It’s fine. I get it,” he says, returning his focus to the menu. He wasn’t really reading it, though.

The silence that followed stretched uncomfortably, and Jungkook could see Irene shifting in her seat out of the corner of his eye. Finally, she speaks.

“You didn’t have to come, you know,” her voice hesitant. “Plus... it’s kind of weird, just the two of us.”

Jungkook raises an eyebrow. “What’s so weird? It’s just dinner.”

She nods quickly, almost too quickly. “Yeah, you’re right. It’s just dinner.”

The awkwardness lingers until the food arrives. But as they eat, the tension eases. They chat more comfortably, even laughing at a few shared jokes. For a moment, it almost feels normal.

When the waitress clears their plates, Jungkook leans back in his chair. “Want me to drop you off, or should we swing by the shop to grab your car?”

“Just take me home,” Irene says with a small shrug. “I’ll be at the shop tomorrow anyway.”

He pauses. “Why? It’s the weekend. Shouldn’t you be relaxing?”

She chuckles, shaking her head. “Relaxing isn’t really my thing. I’ve got to go through the books.”

He sucks in a breath nodding. “Sounds exciting,” he teases with a smirk.

“Very,” she deadpans, rolling her eyes.

 

 

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Saturday 12:00am

Walking to the apartment is a struggle through your blurry eyes, but luckily you wouldn’t even need your eyes to get to his door. Your legs know the route perfectly. Paying the driver was even more embarrassing cause of how hard it was to determine which notes were which. But after you were able to get the papers in order you paid and were quick out the door. You didn’t even make sure to check if he’d stopped at the right place, all you wanted was to be out of there.

Once you were out the cold air reminding you of how harsh life is, you relaxed. You didn’t want attention on you, the Seoul streets are still alive at midnight and the last thing you’d want to be in a stranger’s memory is the girl who was on the street, crying her eyes out. You sucked what was left of your sobs in as you walked to the entrance of Jungkook’s apartment building. He lived on a higher floor and all you were hoping for was to be alone in the elevator.

 

At least you were granted that. Fuck, I’m an ugly crier. Is what you’re thinking to yourself as you stare momentarily into the mirrored walls of the elevator. Once the heavy metal doors close, you sigh. You’re alone. Alone with your thoughts. You wipe the tears off your face so harshly you might peel back your skin. You could just let them fall, but you the feeling of tears running down and drying on your face. Though it doesn’t do much the wiping helps.

You distract yourself by counting along with the elevator, 1.2.3....

For how long were you not going to know? If you hadn’t bumped into him tonight, would you have gone forever without knowing what that jerk did. Jungkook. Jungkook knew, was he going to tell you, probably, he’d never hide this from you for forever. You don’t even want to be upset with Jungkook. You should’ve known, you should’ve been smarter. Gosh you wish you knew better.

Sniffle...

Ding. When the doors open and you spot an elderly couple walk in chatting happily, you sniffle in your sobs and wipe the tears that run down on there own accord. The elderly woman stares at you and you bow at her giving her a false smile. You hope she hasn’t recognized you.

Once they’re in and you’re out, the doors shut with a loud thud that has you flinching. You forget how noisy the contraption is.

Feeling lost and laggy you have to snap yourself out of staring at the door. Is this even the right floor, you didn’t check. All the walls look the same: endless, repeating and monotone. Makes you feel like you’re in your own mind.

Why the fuck did you come here, you should’ve gone to your own home. Is Jungkook even home? Does he even want to see you? He must be sleeping, he probably had a long day at work and its midnight, you don’t want to bother him. Just because you’re suffering doesn’t mean you should bother others.

You know the way, the number of steps to take till you’re at his door. You can see a little of his door from where you stand. You take a step forward, you pause. Go home yn, you can hear Jungkook’s voice say in your head. You know it’s not his, your mind is just playing with you. Jungkook has never told you to go home, especially when you’re in a fit of emotions like this. He’s always told you how welcome you are at his, and how you should always call him when you need something.

You need something right now. You need someone.

“What am I doing?” you whisper to yourself when you find your feet heavy to move. Your heart tightens and pounds at the same time and you swear you’ll explode anytime soon. You feel like a ticking time bomb, only seconds from destroying everything around you.

Just move. You chant as you walk to Jungkook’s front door. You stand there like having another task you have to accomplish. Gosh this is so embarrassing; you’re acting pathetic right now.

Other times you’re so confident knocking on Jungkook’s door, but now you’re reduced to a coward, feeling anything but worthy to cry on a friend’s shoulders. What if all this time Jungkook has never been your friend and been pretending. Shut up!

Knock

Wrapping your arms around your torso like the cold air’s personally followed you up to torment you as well, you look down the hallway. For no specific reason, maybe just to pass time while you wait for him to open the door. He doesn’t answer. What if he isn’t home? Like an idiot knocking on a door with no one inside. But to be fair your knock was pretty lame, no one would hear it, you barely could hear it yourself.

You clench you jaw and fist your hands; you’re getting frustrated with yourself you’ve done this a million times, it’s just Jungkook. He’d be so mad if he knew you’d even doubted knocking on his door. So just knock...

KNOCK!

Not that hard, Yn. You rub your knuckles after the impact.

 

Inside Jungkook flinches at the loud bang on his door. He stares in its direction for a moment. Is he getting raided?

He’d just gotten home from dropping Irene off. He’d barely taken off his jacket or shoes when he thought to call you. You hadn’t updated him or sent pics of your night. He can’t himself but feel worried, are you drunk? Are your friends taking care of you? He chuckles. “I do sound like I’m babying her.” He laughs to himself.

He pulls his phone out of his jacket, to call you. Just to make sure you’re okay. He presses the button to call you and walks to the door to see who’d be banging on his door at the den of night.

The call rings as he’s opening the door. As he opens it, he hears that silly ringtone of yours. Only unique to you.

The door swings open revealing your slouched and tear-stained face. You’ve been crying... wait what are you even doing here?

“Yn?” he says still processing his shock. “what’s wrong?” his brows furrow and voice reeks of worry and fear, did something happen at the club. Before he can think anything more your tiny sniffle brings him to reality.

“Get in.” He says pulling you in. Before he closes the door, he’s peeping outside to make sure it’s not cause of some creep following you up here. He’s still holding your wrist when he closes the door. Once it’s shut. It’s just you and him.

You thought you’d be stronger, strong enough not to break down immediately, when you saw him. But you guess you don’t know yourself that well. When your eyes meet, his low and filled with concern and yours filled with tears, they fall, Jungkook tries to speak but your wobbly voice beats him. “Jungkook...” you whisper not knowing what else to say. You don’t need to say much and even though he’s not informed well enough, he doesn’t need to be to pull you into him and wrapping his arm around you to cry on his chest.

In gasps you breathe in a mix of his cologne and your tears. Your sobs causing your body to shake. Jungkook’s hold grows stronger. He has a lot of questions and concerns but he’ll wait till you calm down. One hand rubs your back and the other holds your head. You’re so close to him you can feel his chest rise and fall, but it’s more of a comfort than a concern. A reminded that you aren’t alone.

His doorway is narrow but it feels like and open space. Like there’s nothing around, not even your thoughts.

“it’s okay, I’m here.” He whispers for you to hear. And when you do it leads to even stronger waves of sobs. With Jungkook you didn’t need to worry about how you cried, you didn’t need to be polite with it. He’s seen all your sobs; the raw and rough ones, the angry ones, the fake ones and the one when you laugh. He’s seen them all. There’s no hiding from him.

You fall weak and Jungkook stands to hold you. There’s a lot he’s thinking but one thing is how glad he is you came to him.

“I’m sorry...” he’s confused when he processes your words, muffled by his chest. You pull away slightly, just so you can look up at him. Jungkook’s hand is quick to cupping your cheek and wiping your tears. You’ve calmed down, and your sobs are settling. “I’m sorry to bother you so late, kook. I kn-”

Jungkook cuts you off shaking his head. “it’s okay, I want you here.” He whispers, calming you with his thump wiping away tears.

You feel embarrassed to be here, crying and your mascara running down your face in particles. Probably.  Jungkook won’t tell you but it is, not a lot. You make it look artistic though. A pretty canvas, he thinks.

You don’t want to look him in the eyes, you want to stare at how much you’ve ruined his shirt for a moment longer. But slowly Jungkook is pulling your face up to look at him. He stares at you for a moment, eyes soft and analysing your features. You bite your lip, embarrassed under his gaze. Like you’ve never done something way more embarrassing.

“Tell me what’s wrong.”

You could start cry at that question alone and the way you look to the wall tells him that. You’re trying to hold the rest of them in.

 He drops his hand from your cheek but still keeps that close distance.

You collect your thoughts to speak. You’re calmer now, though you still feel the effects of alcohol. Your consciousness fights for dominance.  “Um...at the club...” you start and Jungkook nods for you to go on, he feels that worry creep in again as you speak. “At the club, I-uh I.” Why can’t you think straight. Jungkook rubs up your arm to encourage you. You take a deep breath. “I met yunho.” You say the name and look up at Jungkook for a reaction. You can’t read his face; he just stares down at you, listening.

You still have more to say so you go on. “I went outside because I felt like puking. And uhm he saw me.” you swallow.  You felt sick and didn’t call him? He pushes the thought away for the moment. “I didn’t want to talk to him, but then we ending up talking...” Maybe he should’ve come with you, is what he’s thinking. But he chooses not to dwell on it much. He’s thinking a lot of things, like where the story is going. “H-he then let it slip that he uh—that he cheated on me.”

Shit and for the first time Jungkook looks away from you for a second. “ahhh” is all he can say when he’s looking back at you.

You can assume what he’s thinking. No, you’re not upset. “He told me you knew. But I’m not upset with you.” The knot in his throat loosens. You’re not upset but he is. Maybe if he told you earlier you wouldn’t cry this much. Makes him feel like a horrible friend, he is for not telling you, he’s hating himself right not.

“it’s okay kook.” you bring your hand to pat his cheek with a weak smile. “I’d probably do the same honestly. I don’t know how I’d say it.”

“I was gonna tell you know right?”

“I know.” You smile. “I’m glad you didn’t, honestly. it would’ve fucked with my job.”

He smiles when you do. “We wouldn’t want that.”

“Nope.” You shake your head childishly.

There’s a silence that falls. But you fill it with your curiosity. “how’d you find out?’

Jungkook sucks in a breath. Right now, wouldn’t be the right now to tell you right? “Can we talk about that later?”

You nod not minding but still curious. Yunho and Jungkook are the last on earth to be in a room together so how would he find out, is of interest to you.

“I’m glad you came to me.” He pulls you into him smiling, you roll your eyes.

“it’s only cause your place was closer. Don’t flatter yourself.” You push at his chest lightly.

He chuckles. “Too late I’m already flattered.”

You laugh softly and Jungkook couldn’t be more happy to see you smile.

What now? You just stand here. You don’t want to move and neither does he. The moment feels comforting, a different side to your friends and with the comfortable silence falling between the two of you, you can’t help but lay your head on his shoulder, this time relaxed. Jungkook welcomes your embrace as your breath brushes past his neck in soft whisps. Your hand on his chest scrunches up his shirt like you can’t ruin the shirt anymore. The action tells him how still shaken up you are.

Jungkook holds onto your lower back as hie watches your hand move. “You’re gonna have to pay for my dry cleaning.” He jokes and looks down to see a small relaxed smile form on your face.

“Not paying for shit jeon.” You chuckle, taking in his scent with every breath. How does he mange to smell so good every time, even after the gym he manages to retain the scent. It relaxes you.

“You never do.” He states causing you to lift your head a little, to look him in the eye confidently this time.

“And whose fault is that?” you say softly with narrowed eyes.

When Jungkook doesn’t open his mouth to defend himself you know you’ve won. You go back to your position. A position that gets you a new and good (though not clear) look of Jungkook face. He’s skin; sun kissed reminding you how you forget to remind to apply sun screen. All it’s little details you’ve never noticed; the tiny moles and a scar. You use your finger to trace it, softly. Jungkook’s confused by the action but if it’s helping you, he’ll let you. Then your eyes move to his nose, softly curved. A perfect place for butterflies to land. Then your eyes stare at his lips...

“Yn, what are you doing?” he says through a laugh, holding your wrist. You hadn’t even noticed your finger tracing his features.

“Sorry.” you pull your hand to yourself.

He smiles, “s’okay” it was unexpected but it’s you so he doesn’t mind, he doesn’t mind a lot that you do. Though you still have your shortcomings. You both do. “Do you wanna-”

“Jungkook?” you interrupt him, not realizing he wanted to say something. From all the events that have occurred this is when you decide to give credit of some of your actions to your intoxication. So much has gone on you forgot how much you had to drink. The stumbling in your purse, the thoughts, the crying and even what you’re about to say.

“What’s wrong.” Jungkook asks when you go silent.

“Kook?” you call his name again and he can’t help but laugh.

“Talk to me, bunny.”

You go silent for a moment, not to rethink what you want to say, because you’re too buzzed for that, but because you can’t think straight. “Kook...”

Jungkook rolls his eyes playfully. Through an impatient chuckle he speaks, “yn tell me what you want to sa-”

“Can you kiss me?” the words are sudden but sure. Wait he can’t be sure of that; your eyes have fallen closed, so you could just be talking through tiredness.

When you open your eyes you scan his face for a reaction, a response.

Your words come out in a desperate, pleading voice which causes Jungkook to wonder if you’re saying this from the hurt, you’re feeling. It’s probably the fact that you’re hurting and sad.

“What?” is all he can say for the moment. Feeling a drunken embarrassment, you pull away from him but he still keeps you close.

You shake your head, you shouldn’t have said that, why did you? This is why you don’t like drinking; you say the stupidest shit. “I just...” you look away feeling embarrassed and wishing you’d take the words back. “Forget it. I’m sorry. I—”

“No,” he interrupts gently. “Yn, look at me.”

You do, your eyes filled with embarrassment, regret and something he couldn’t place a finger on. Something that has him still talking. He searches your face. He can feel his heart beat a little nervously and if you had your hand over it, you’d feel.

“Will it make you feel better?” he asks softly, his voice tender but cautious.

You don’t answer right away. Your lips trembling and then you nod, a small, almost imperceptible motion. That’s what you think, you think you will feel better. You hope.

“If it’ll make you feel better…” he says, leaning in slightly, “I’ll do it.”

The silence stretches between you, heavy and charged. Then, closing the distance. He leans in slowly giving you a chance to pull away but you don’t. Something in him wishes you did. Instead, your lips part. Jungkook presses his lips to yours. A little nervously, like it’s his first kiss, well it is with you. One of the reasons it’s soft and slow, he’s not doing this for his own pleasure, it’s simply to make you feel better.

The heat of his skin against yours, his thumb brushing against your jaw in a gentle brush. His kiss deepens, warm and comforting, yet charged with an emotion that make your knees weak. Is this how he kisses those girls of his, softly and so tendering, like he can’t let go. Your hands find his chest, clutching his shirt as if anchoring yourself to the moment, to the kiss.

For a moment the hurt and heartbreak you felt washes away, completely. Then he slowly pulls away and you don’t know what you’re feeling, you can’t differentiate any two emotions from the other.

You stare into nothing even though everything is in front of you. “Yn...” Jungkook calls your name realizing how you seem to have dissociated.

“I’m sorry,” you whisper, tears slipping down your cheek again. This time you have no clue why.

Jungkook shakes his head. “Don’t be,” he says, brushing them away with his thumb. “You don’t ever have to be sorry with me.”

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1k; teto/carlos

They don’t fight.

Well. They do, but they fight about things like, who ate the last tangerine, and who gets to drive today, and who left the towel on the floor, snapping and sore at each other for five minutes at most, and then going back to talking like nothing ever happened. So it’s a shock to the system when it’s this bad.

Unlucky race number fifty-something, he’s lost count. Outside and in his head it’s lashing rain. Teto says, “Don’t go out,” and Carlos says, “I’m going to go out.”

He goes out on his bike, and predictably crashes so badly he has to lay on the wet, cold ground for ten minutes to catch his breath and lament everything and everyone in a way he hasn’t done since he was a kid pushed off a track. Funny how he can keep his eyes wide open, staring up at the breaking sky. Then, because there’s nothing else to do, he picks himself up and limps back on shaky legs, an old, beaten dog taken out by something far larger and meaner than he is.

Teto gets one good look at his skinned knees, skinned shins, skinned palms, and starts yelling, purple-red in the face like all of Carlos’s wounds are a personal affront to him.

“Be nicer to me I’m bleeding,” Carlos grits out, when all he means is, Please don’t be angry at me.

They stomp off into separate rooms and it takes Carlos three tries to admit that bandaging his own palms when both palms are scraped is a task too colossal to surmount.

“He worries about you,” Gigi says.

Carlos must look too much like a kicked puppy now for Gigi to step in and help, when it was abundantly clear Gigi had been on Teto’s side since the start of this whole debacle. Heaviness set in his brow when Carlos had insisted on going out, as if a bike ride in a storm could fix anything worth fixing. Carlos worries them all, with his impulses and his tantrums and his body, too soft by half.  

“He’s bad at it,” Carlos says.

“He’s trying,” Gigi says tartly, pulling the bandage tight and making Carlos wince.

Unsurprising that Teto’s loyalty inspires loyalty in return. A shining knight in splendid armour, with the way he rides out so often to Carlos’s defense. Body always half-turned toward the rest of the world, angled to catch a stray bullet meant for Carlos. Flesh is flesh, and anything sharp passes through Teto to carve Carlos up anyway. That doesn’t stop Teto from trying.

“Maybe I don’t want him to be good at it,” Carlos says. “The worrying.”

Gigi gives him a look, like he’s a child. “Then go tell him that.”

He hates being the first one to apologize, because it’s something that’s been stamped out of him for a long time now. Carlos shifts from one foot to another outside of Teto’s room. What he hates worse is the idea that Teto will never speak to him again, even though he knows down to the marrow of his bones he’s being dramatic, that their return policies when it comes to each other have long elapsed.

When he knocks, Teto answers so violent and fast Carlos gets all warm thinking about it, Teto waiting behind that door for Carlos to come.

“All I know how to do is make trouble.”

“All I know how to do is bark,” Teto says. Carlos doesn’t remember a time in which they haven’t been able to meet each other in the eyes, and it’s a chest melting relief, knowing that hasn’t changed.  

“I don’t need anything else,” Carlos says.

“Good, because otherwise you’re shit out of luck.”

Teto reels Carlos in and kisses him, so familiar yet all-encompassing that Carlos begins to crumple. The steady hand on the back of Carlos’s neck holds him up, some supernatural force more powerful than gravity, giving him just enough strength to make it to the bed.

He hits the covers skinned knees first, and makes certain to emit the most pathetic moan of pain.

“Idiot,” Teto says affectionately, reaching down to arrange Carlos just how he likes him, on his back, loose and easy. Carlos makes grabby hands at him.

So that’s not entirely true. There was a time they couldn’t meet each other in the eye, when they were both more stupid and reckless and hungry with each other than they can bear to be now. The sex wasn’t good, and when you’re that age, all sex is supposed to be good. It didn’t make sense. But what actually frightened Carlos was how Teto looked down, looked past him, and Carlos couldn’t figure out what to do with himself when the endless horizon suddenly became a blackhole.

Teto’s mouth is on him, and Carlos is content to lie there and be kissed. It’s all they do nowadays, having gone past rough and too careful to reach this comfortable middle ground. Carlos knows better than to think in forevers, after everything that’s happened, but it’s possible he would like to kiss Teto for the rest of his life. And let himself be kissed by Teto for the rest of his life.

“Gigi bandage you up?”

Carlos nods. “Couldn’t do it myself.”

Teto hums, smug and satisfied. Carlos lets him have this one, leaving the scoreboard between them to continue collecting dust. He tilts his head, an invitation Teto doesn’t need, and Teto licks back into his mouth, hand tangling in Carlos’s hair. Messing it up to match the rest of him, skinned knees and all.

Bastard, Carlos thinks fondly, and tangles his own in Teto’s in return.

It’s hard to describe the taste of Teto, the unique, constant taste of Teto. If Carlos doesn’t know any better, he’d say it tastes of himself.

[cravingpepsimax]

i am a slut for ford frankensteining a dead stan back to life, suicidal stan, actually successful suicide attempts, and guilty pre-weirdmageddon ford, and. it turns out u can combine these

basically ford shows up, is an ungrateful asshole (which fucking crushes stan), and once again exists as a constant reminder about how stan’s the failure and the worse twin. stan ends up offing himself, fun times.

i don’t think that stan would kill himself while the kids were still there, so i’m gonna say that this is a timeline where the zodiac stayed linked. i imagine the whole interaction would be different, actually. stan’s suicidal feelings had reared their head for a bit, now, and instead of asking for an apology, mentioning him not always being the bad twin, stan just… resigns. it’s. offputting, actually. it doesn’t seem like stan’s angry, or determined, or sad, or anything — he seems entirely numb, like he’s not really there.

(that’s because he isn’t. and that’s when depression gets truly awful, doesn’t it? when the irritability and sadness subsides, and you’re just left with… nothing. yelling and screaming and crying are cathartic. there is no release when it comes to the neverending, all-consuming numbness.)

so. things continue as normal: completely unresolved. the kids stay home. the mystery shack shuts down, with little objection on stan’s end (though, he didn’t really seem to have any in canon).

so, when everything’s settled, stan leaves. ford didn’t even ask him to, which is a shock. ford feels upset, concerned, but shoves those feelings down. at least stan decided to take some initiative for once! why would he feel bad? good riddance!

until ford returns to his field research, and the stench of death hits his nose.

ford follows it. he’s well-acquainted with the malodor of rotting corpses. he assumes it’s either a dead animal, or some dead anomaly, so he follows it.

and sees stan’s rotting corpse, his head blasted by the shotgun in his hand.

ford goes through a LOT of emotions:

oh my god stanley’s DEAD he’s DEAD

he KILLED himself oh my god

how could he do this to me

how could i have done this to him

this is all my fault

this is all his fault

my brother’s dead

i always loved him even when he was stupid and i hated him i should’ve shown that more shouldn’t i

why

above all, ford’s main thought is:

“i can fix this.”

it’s a bit more difficult than most forms of mad scientist necromancy, with the whole 🤯 thing, but you don’t get 12 phds without a lotta smarts and a lotta determination.

[lilac-hecox]

i remember some of those losers on twitter were implying/joking with their other loser friends that damien was trying to push the ship for his popularity sake (their ego and and how important they think their warped perspectives are to the creators they are fan of as an incular little community is laughable btw) because he dared to mention angela a couple times. (im not even gonna get into how infantalizing it is to be this protective over 30 something year old capable adult woman. but i guess you can only be infantalizing to men!! women dont count as adult humans capable of controling their own narrative i guess lol) or they would imply he was being weird and obsessed because god forbid he had something to say about his coworker he clearly values and likes a lot because she is talented and lovely (this is something only the parasocial angela stans on twitter can notice and appreciate not the people who know her real life!!! nope!!!) just like he does with his other coworkers/friends btw. he also mentions them when its in the right context. shocking concept! (i remember him mentioning how chanse gives good level-headed fashion advice and how gentle he is with it how erin/spencer are so funny etc etc on his streams but nobody is clipping that because it doesnt fit an anti-shipper or shipper narrative!) these are types of fanfics/headcannons a hardcore shipper would come up with btw, i always notice how hardcore shippers acts the same delusional ways with antishippers but with narratives shifted a little, jokingly or not. they are made from the cloth lmao. there are some stans that loove taking largely innocuous stuff like this to fit their narrative about what damiens true intentions are over every little normal human things he does because they are obsessed with their idea of him as this uniquely bad dude that i think actually reflects who THEY are on the inside :) just my humble little opinion/rant. i really dont think they are that important or have much power btw. just annoying and loud in their own community which goes away easily if you mute it/ignore it. which i did for a longtime but this weird shit they are doing sparked some hidden ire i guess lol, all fan spaces have weirdos like this. i have been in a kpop fandom before and its so funny how these people are doing the same stupid ship wars over a youtube/improve troop. im sure they also partake in similar fandoms before just like this. talking about biases being obsessed with lineups etc all are kpop standom language. its that type of behavior a fanship/parasocial relashiship driven mega industry cultivated spilling over every little micro fandom now. /this is just my weird theory that explains some of the off putting behaviors i've seen, in my experience at least.

It is wild to me just how much Damien is hated over there on smoshtwt, and people are attacked for stanning him. The same for the crazy amount of hate damangela gets as a ship.

I think it's unfortunate that damangela stuff cropped up after shourtney came out as married so people began suspecting that people shipped damien and Angela in the same way?

Also, admittedly, there is a lot of infantilizing of both Damien and Angela by their respective fans.

I think it really just needs to be an issue of blocking/muting antis like you said!

[darklinaforever]

Sorry... but what ?

It's rather Rhaenyra who deserves better than Alicent !

Oh and why should Rhaenyra have given a damn that Daemon insults Alicent when she had just learned that Alicent had hidden the death of her father Viserys for several days to put her son Aegon II on the throne in place of Rhaenyra herself, usurping her in the process, Rhaenyra who by the way was so shocked that she lost her baby because of it ! In Rhaenyra's place, not only would I have also given no damn at the time that my husband insulted this woman but I would especially have no given a damn for a very very long time before that.

And then complaining that Daemon would be the misogynist for simply saying the most cliché insults in the world about people he hates (men and women) to ironically defend a misogynist women who raised her children to be even worse than her, well that's cheeky.

And then I'm sorry, but when did Rhaenyra ever threaten Alicent's children ?! And I'm talking about before the war, you hypocrite, the time when peace was no longer possible. No, because I rather remember that it was Alicent who put Rhaenyra and her children in danger to the point that Rhaenyra had to move to Dragonstone (a place where she should have gone to live long before).

Oh and someone needs to explain to me when Rhaenyra manipulated Alicent into doubting her memory, perception of reality or sanity, usually for malicious reasons. Because if gaslighted is supposed to refer to the only time Rhaenyra lied about Daemon never touching her, that's a load of crap... Rhaenyra had every right to hide this truth from Alicent given what she was risking with Alicent's father as a hand who was a big manipulator with Viserys.

Oh and I guess the one who's supposed to be worthy of Alicent is Criston Cole ? You know... the same guy who didn't try to defend her at all when she tried like the big hypocrite she is to take the throne during the time her son Aegon II was forced to be at rest ? And who apparently according to the actor is still in love with Rhaenyra at this point in the story like the desperate big guy he is. Yes. He is so better for Alicent. They are both hypocrite after all.

The Alicent stans are mind-blowingly stupid.

[christopher-bangnaldoskzz]

MIRROR

Pairing: Changbin x female reader

Word count: 1k

Warnings: 18+ MDNI, over stimulation, sexual intercourse, body dysmorphia, low self esteem Swearing there is a tone of adult content in this fic please be cautious.

Summary:Struggling with self-hatred was something you had mastered over the years, but everything changed when you met Changbin. His presence sparked a flicker of hope that someone might actually love you. One day, as you stood in front of the mirror, lost in an all-too-familiar spiral of self-doubt, Changbin walked in on you as you criticized your body.

"Look at you", he says, sliding his hand along your side, brushing so lightly along your hip, stopping right as his fingertips touch the side of your breasts. 

Your gaze is fixed ahead, reflecting at you in the expansive surface of a full-length mirror. You study your reflection intently, the question lingering in the air, “How could you ever believe I am ashamed of you?” He tilts his head slightly, his warm breath sending shivers down your spine as he tenderly places soft kisses along the delicate curve behind your ears, each touch filled with affection and reassurance.

He hesitates, allowing a moment of silence to hang between them, his curiosity piqued by the unspoken question in his mind. "My wife," he murmurs, pressing gentle kisses along the delicate curve of your shoulder blades, his lips warm against your skin. "My beautiful... intelligent... wife," he continues, his fingers gliding down the smooth surface of your stomach, pausing just above the gentle rise of your pelvic bone. "I want you to see yourself the way I see you," he whispers, his voice low and tender as he places another kiss on your shoulder, a promise woven into each touch.

It has always perplexed you how someone like you could end up with a man as soft and undeniably attractive as Changbin. From the first moment you looked at him, his warm smile and twinkling eyes drew you in like a moth to a flame. When you finally mustered the courage to bring him home to meet your mother, the look on her face was priceless—her eyes widened in disbelief. For a moment, you feared she might faint out of shock at the delightful presence standing before her.

The day he proposed was another whirlwind of emotions. You were convinced he had utterly lost his mind as he knelt, ring in hand. The words slipped from his lips, and you spent a good moment in stunned silence, trying to wrap your head around the reality of what was happening. And now, here you are, standing in the middle of your bedroom, utterly exposed and vulnerable—physically naked before him, but even more so before your insecurities.

As you gaze at your reflection in the mirror, the person looking back is both familiar and foreign, abstract and concrete. The room is tinged with a sense of longing and desire, and yet, there is an unsettling tension as you confront your worst enemy: your self-doubt. His fingertips graze your skin with such gentle grace, igniting a thrilling spark that sends shivers racing down your spine. How he brushes against you feels electric, an irresistible dance of sensation that enhances every nerve ending. The air is thick with an intoxicating blend of passion and vulnerability, and you can't help but feel alive, your skin sizzling under his delicate yet fervent touch.

"Come on, just tell me, y/n... what was it you were saying before I cut you off?" Changbin's fingers gently trace circles on your stomach, his gaze locked onto yours, filled with a teasing intensity.

You feel a flutter of nerves at his touch, stuttering out a response, "I-I wasn't saying anything." But the shiver that runs through you betrays your words, hinting at the tension hanging in the air between you two.

"It didn't sound like nothing", Bringing his hand back up to just under your breast. "I hate that you think I'm ashamed of you…of this beautiful body." Cupping your breast in his hand, he begins to tease your nipple. 

"I'm S-sorry", you breathe. "I didn't mean for you to overhear that", you continue as you bite your bottom lip. 

"I'm going to show you…..what exactly about you I am absolutely crazy for?" Bringing his fingers to your mouth. "I want you to watch as I fuck you….can you do that?" His fingers now circled your throbbing clit. Changbin had this way of making you completely forget about the world. Nodding your head, you begin to relax against his chest. 

"Look at the way your body fits me so perfectly" his lips are pressed against your ear. "Spread your legs a little more for me" he kisses your ear, rowing as he says it, allowing his fingers access to enter you. "Look how wet you get for me….I fucking love it", pumping two fingers inside you as his other hand massages your breast. Your hips not being able to help but grind against his clothes crotch.

Your mouth parts slightly as you let out a small moan "The sounds you make are like music to my ears", he begins to kiss down your neck. 

"Bin….please", you moan as he pinches your nipple. Bending your body down just enough for Changbin to palm your clit “shit", you grunt as you can feel yourself tipping over the edge. 

"Y/n", he growled, your head flicking up to see your reflection in the mirror. "I want you to see how beautiful you look coming undone around my fingers", rolling your eyes to the back of your head as he hits the perfect spot with his fingers. The edge of bliss reaches closer as his other hand traces along your lower stomach, and his fingers continue to dip inside you. 

Watching Changbin finger fuck you in the full-length mirror is one of the hottest things to happen to you. A shiver washes over your body as you get ready to release all over his fingers. 

Just as you are about to reach your climax, his fingers slide out of your clenching pussy. "Spread your legs wider and lean forward", the tone in his voice flipping into seriousness; you spread your legs wider, arching your body forward as you hear his pants unzipping. Licking your lips with anticipation, he glances up to look at you in the mirror, "I can't believe your mine", he says, slapping his dick on each thigh. 

You feel his tip brush against your entrance, moving slowly at first before pushing in. His grip on your hips tightens as he thrusts harder and faster, his moans becoming louder with each thrust. You feel your body shake in pleasure as you reach an intense orgasm. He follows soon after, his body trembling as he releases his load inside of you. 

“Listen to me,” he says, wrapping his hands around your throat and pulling your body up against his “The next time you feel ashamed”, his lips pressed to your ear “, I want you to think about my come, dripping out of your freshly fucked cunt….do I make myself clear.” 

Taglist: @daceydeath @krishastumblernow @bakedlilgoonie @armystay89 @cakeracha

[andychaosblog]

To this day, I'm still... Bitter... Towards the Thomas the Tank Engine fandom.

After watching Thomas get brutally crushed to death in the fan film, Tobias and the Arcane Merchant, I only felt more vindicated about how the fandom treated these characters.

I was shocked, scared, bitter, hurt, distraught. All words that describe how I felt, watching my childhood hero be reduced to nothing but a pile of rubble.

But as I've mellowed out, I began to realize that, it's okay to be angry. I have my own voice. And I want want to talk about what Thomas means to me.

Thomas was, my only childhood friend. This was before I was diagnosed with Autism, and as a scared, confused toddler, I struggled with making friends growing up.

But Thomas, he was always there for me. When I needed him most. Him, and his island full of colorful friends were the only thing that kept me sane as I grew up in my early years.

But then... Second grade happened... And one, unassuming day, I was peer pressured so badly, I left Sodor behind, seeming for good.

I childishly tried to be "More adult" so that others would like me.

But over a decade later, I found myself returning out of curiosity for what fans were doing, and let me tell you... It wasn't a pleasant start... It was a miniseries about a fan character named Alfred killing off the friends I left behind. I felt powerless in that situation, as I watched all these characters of my childhood be senselessly slaughtered purely for fandoms sick desires for "darker" and "edgier" content.

That was truly where my hatred for fandoms formed.

The Awdry family, and Ms. Allicroft would have NEVER allowed things like what this fandom can cook up.

From Victor Tanzig, to whatever the fuck that series was with the Gordon vine rape scene, it only goes to show that fandoms CANNOT be trusted in my eyes.

Thomas, Percy, Gordon, Henry, James, Edward, Toby.... None of them deserve what some of these... Individuals... Have done to them.

I have my voice. I hate content like this, with an all consuming fire in my soul. For what it does to kids watching them, for the painful memories it's caused me, to the sheer ego's of those who push it off as, "Over reacting".

I know what this franchise is. Escapism. An escape from this cold, cruel, isolating world we live in. And to see people CONSTANTLY shoving in our real world into a show that has positively affected my life for 26 years and counting.

All I have to say is: "How do you people sleep at night?"

How do you sleep knowing that you traumatize children who watch your shit? With no these characters you claim to love are massacred in ways I wouldn't wish on my own enemies? How do any of you sleep?

...

I... Apologize if I got a bit... Heated in this. This is a topic I, as a Thomas fan from birth, am DEEPLY enveloped with.

This fandom can make great things, I've seen them myself. From the countless fan made Arthur focused fan episodes, to the phenomenal Project Tigermoth.

These characters, are like family to me. A family that I love, and adore, even now.

-Andy, a passionate Thomas Fan.

[iamnmbr3]

Drarry fanfic can stir away from canon all it wants, fanfic is for fun. But I am really puzzled by the current trend to make it seem like Draco understood Harry. I have never read any fanfic that addresses this; Draco knows nothing about Harry and doesn't understand him at all. Harry understand Draco, for him Draco is predictable and an open book. But like, people forget that Draco hasn't read the books or Harry's inner thoughts to get him.

Yet, you still have people trying to change canon itself and make the relationship equal and mutual. Like, Draco doesn't know about Harry's hatred for fame, doesn't know about Sirius, doesn't know about Harry's relationship with Dumbledore. He doesn't know about Harry's childhood. Most of Harry's significant events in life, Draco know nothing about them .

With all of this, the Drarry fandom acts like Draco gets Harry more than anyone else. And even some fics( which is fine for fics, don't get me wrong) go as far as making Draco teach Harry about how Harry is ought to feel regarding Dumbledore and tell Harry how Dumbledore manipulated him. And often , Harry is shocked to understand a relationship that he experienced being explained by Draco, and acknowledge Draco to be correct. And it is like? Harry already understand Dumbledore manipulations bcs he lived them but he still chose to forgive.

My idea is, Draco doesn't know Harry at all, like zero knowledge. He is just like Snape, sees Harry as a version he created in his mind. So, it is just annoying that people try to rewrite canon just to enjoy their fics. Enjoy them! No need to act like Draco and Harry understood each other equally.

This is not an attack at you, I just wanted to see your opinion about this since I enjoy your blog.

Personally I actually disagree with most of this. I think the really striking thing about Draco and Harry, which for me makes drarry not just very compelling but also very accidentally canon, is that they are both shown to know a lot about each other and to really understand each other...despite not really having a good reason to. They aren't friends but they watch each other so careful and just get each other.

Now, because Draco and Harry have a fraught (to say the least) relationship, a lot of Draco's deep understanding of Harry is exemplified by the ways that he antagonizes Harry or criticizes him. So for example, you say that Draco doesn't know about Harry's hatred of his fame. But that's not true. He does know...and he uses that knowledge against Harry. Take, for instance, the bit in book 2 when Colin asks Harry for a signed photo in book 2 and Draco does this:

Draco is not doing this because he thinks he's helping Harry to live his dreams. He's doing it because Harry hates his fame and hates being in the spotlight...and Draco knows it. (Despite also being jealous of Harry's fame). I mean look at this bit that takes place a little later in the same scene:

Draco knows exactly what he did. Which is FASCINATING because most people don't realize Harry doesn't enjoy his fame. Even Ron doesn't fully grasp it till book 4 (and imho Ginny never really gets it) but Draco, who isn't even Harry's friend sees it and understands it.

Also, speaking of book 2, how about the way Draco immediately knows Harry couldn't possibly be the Heir of Slytherin or behind the attacks despite the fact that he literally saw Harry speak parseltongue right in front of him? As a result of that incident, most of the school thinks Harry's guilty. The only ones who don't suspect him even a little are Harry's close friends...and Draco. Draco not only immediately is like 'nope Harry would never do that' (even tho he's mad about it bc he wishes Harry WAS a blood supremacist) but he also looks annoyed every time he sees people saying that it's Harry...which anyone who has ever experienced everyone mischaracterizing their blorbo will understand.

And there's so many examples like that throughout the books. Draco always is so attuned to who Harry is and what he feels and wants. He usually uses that ability to push Harry's buttons but it's incontrovertible fact that he knows him.

Also, regarding your statement that Draco doesn't know about Sirius I'm not sure what you're getting at. Draco knows about Sirius's connection to Harry before Harry does. He's the one who brings it up to Harry in book 3. And later in book 5, presumably due to being privy to Death Eater intelligence, he knows that Sirius is important to Harry and tells Harry that Sirius was spotted on the platform in his animagus form (which actually helps keep Sirius safe - and honestly I could do a whole other post on Draco's motivations in this scene).

So yeah. Draco knows a lot about what's going on with Harry and about Harry's priorities. I do agree he doesn't know that much about the specifics of Harry's relationship with Dumbledore and would be unlikely to have an extremely critical view of Dumbledore, but that's not something I've seen in the drarry fics I've read.